Bitter Fruits

Book 1: BRIX DELA FUENTE RAPE VICTIM — Iyan si Sofia Santiago! Kahit na kailan ay hinding-hindi niya makakalimutan ang mapait na sinapit sa mga kamay ng lalaking walang awang humalay sa kaniya. Lalaking ni hindi man lamang niya nakilala. Lalaking sumira sa mga pangarap niya. Lalaking isinusumpa niya at kahit na kailan ay hinding-hindi mapapatawad. Until she fell in love with a man who accepted her together with her dark and bitter past. Until she fell in love with Brix dela Fuente. Ngunit paano kung dumating ang panahong matuklasan niyang ang lalaking iniibig ay may pinakatatago-tagong lihim na kahit na kailan ay hindi niya kayang tanggapin? *** Book 2: DWIGHT MARCUS SOLIVAN DWIGHT got into a car accident after his stag party. Nang dahil doon, nagkaroon ng problema ang pagkalalaki niya. He suffered from erectile dysfunction. Hindi rin natuloy ang nakatakda sana nilang kasal ni Maitha—ang babaeng mahal niya. Isinisi niya ang lahat ng iyon sa bayarang babae sa bachelor party niya. Kung hindi dahil dito, hindi sana sila mag-aaway ng fiancee niya na hahantong sa pagka-aksidente niya. Makalipas ang ilang taon, pinagtagpong muli sila. He got shocked when he realized one thing, he felt aroused just by staring at the woman. He lusted after her! She was his medicine. Ito ang gamot niya para tuluyan na siyang gumaling. He wanted to take her in bed. He wanted to own every party of her. Pero paano naman niya gagawin iyon kung ang babaeng nagsisilbing gamot sa pagkabuhay ng pagkalalaki niya'y pag-aari na ng iba? Syrellie was his medicine. She was his cure. But at the same time, she was also his twin brother's future wife...his future sister-in-law! *** CONTENT WARNING: Contains graphic sex scenes, adult language and situation intended for mature readers only.

My mate, Alpha Alex, had a wolf cursed at birth by a witch—unable to catch the scent of any she-wolf, doomed never to find his true mate. He spent five long years searching for her, only to be met with nothing but disappointment. In the end, broken and exhausted, he gave up. That was when he claimed me. On the night of our bonding, he told me the truth. "Fiona," he said quietly, "I had no choice. If the pack knew their Alpha couldn't even find his true mate, I'd become a disgrace in their eyes. So I chose you. You are my selected mate—but I swear, no one will ever take your title. You are my Luna. Even if I one day find my true mate… that will never change." But then he added, his voice distant and heavy: "Even though I'm cursed… I must still try to find her. I need to search every corner of the pack." From that night onward, she-wolves began appearing at our den one after another—every day, without fail. Some were shy, some bold. Some came bearing gifts, others with longing in their eyes. But all of them came for one reason: to see if they were his mate. And I? I could only watch in silence—his Luna in name, but never truly in heart. Because I knew there was nothing I could do to change his behavior. I had lost count of how many times I cried and begged him to stop—but still, every night, he brought different young she-wolves into our den. I once thought he'd eventually grow tired of it, that he would stop one day. Until he brought home three young she-wolves from the werewolf club. He paid far more than other alphas for their first night. Why? Because a witch told him that only sharing a night with more than two virgin she-wolves from the same bloodline could awaken his wolf's dormant sense—and help him find his true mate. I let out a bitter smile because what he didn't know was— The true mate he had searched for all these years… was me. But I would never return to him again. And by the time he finally found out the truth— It was already too late.

When my best friend and I realized we had been reborn and traveled back several decades, we locked eyes, collapsed into each other's arms, and sobbed, shouting that we wanted to break off our engagements. The entire neighborhood whispered that we had lost our minds. But only we knew the truth. In our past lives, this was the day everything was sealed: she married a battalion commander, Ned Stark, and I became the wife of a high school teacher, Robbie Stark. My husband betrayed me. For the sake of that pretentious whore, Scarlett Wheaton, he stole my university admission letter and let her take my place on campus. The world mocked me as a failure, and Robbie stood by in silence. After we married, every time he touched me, he would immediately write another love letter to Scarlett—atoning for his supposed guilt. "Scarlett, even if I can't be with you in this life, my soul will always belong to you alone." Even my own child despised me, calling me an ignorant village woman, urging me again and again to divorce so that his father could be with his "true love," Scarlett. And my best friend, Rachel Croft—born the daughter of a factory director—was tricked by her husband, Ned, under the pretense of buying a house. He drained her savings and her wages for twenty long years. It wasn't until she fell gravely ill and went to sell the house that she discovered the deed he had given her was a forgery. The real house—the one paid in full—was in Scarlett's name. One of Scarlett's dresses cost more than my friend's entire monthly salary. When Rachel begged to reclaim what rightfully belonged to her, she was met only with contempt from Ned and her child. "All you ever care about is money. You're nothing like Scarlett, who isn't materialistic at all. Your illness is retribution," Ned had said. "Exactly. Only someone as noble and kind as Scarlett deserves to be my mother!" her child had said. Rachel and I both spent our lives working ourselves to the bone, only to end with nothing—dying bitter and broken from the injustice. But this time, fate has given us another chance. I will go to university. Rachel will become a wealthy woman. This time, without us paving the way, those shameless men and that wretched woman think they can still live happily ever after? Dream on.