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On the day Catherine’s younger sister died, everything fell into crumbles. Her adopted parents cast her off, her medical license was revoked, and her reputation was ruined. Her best friend, Monique, helped her in moving to another city to start a new life. She became a college professor despite her struggles of hiding her past. A young CEO suddenly entered her discreet yet peaceful world, changing her usual peace. He offered her a contract that she can’t refuse. She has to choose between peace and freedom. Find out what is Catherine’s choice and either her choice will lead her to happiness or another heartache. Catherine:" You must be sent by my younger sister to me. She might think that I will be lonely once she's gone so she brought you to me." Alexander: "On the day before I thought I died, your voice brought me back to life. I promise in front of the grave of your sister that I will protect and love you. You will never be alone anymore."

Isang Half Irish-filipino na dating mayaman ngunit naghirap dahil sa malaking pagkakautang ng kaniyang ama sa isang kilalang pasugalan. Nawala ang lahat ng yaman na meron sila at walang nagawa kundi ang umalis sa malaking mansyon na kaniyang kinalakhan dahil may ibang tao na ang bumili. Bata pa lamang siya ay kinailangan na niyang tulungan ang kaniyang ina na magtinda ng mga gulay sa palengke habang nakakulong ang kaniyang ama dahil sa pagkakalulong sa ipinagbabawal na bisyo. Hanggang senior high school lamang ang kaniyang natapos dahil sa matinding hirap at sa laki ng kanilang gastusin sa pang-araw-araw. Kinailangan niyang tumigil sa pag-aaral para makahanap ng trabaho upang may pangtustos sa pag-aaral ng kaniyang dalawang kapatid. Kahit anong klaseng trabaho ang tinatanggap niya para lang magkapera. Akala niya ay doon lang tumatakbo ang kaniyang buhay sa mga trabahong tinatanggap niya, hanggang sa may mapulot siyang pitaka na naglalaman ng malaking halaga. At dahil napalaki siya ng maayos ng kaniyang Mommy ay ibinalik niya sa isang kompanya ang pitaka kung saan nagtatrabaho ang taong nakahulog nun. Lingid sa kaniyang kaalaman ay doon na pala magsisimulang magbago ang kaniyang buhay. Dahil ang taong nagmamay-ari ng pitaka ay walang iba kundi ang pure Italian na bilyonaryo at kilala sa buong bansa na gwapo, hot at masungit na business tycoon at may kulay-langit na mga mata. Si Azzurro Cielo Russo.

Xena Xander returned to the past and found herself back in 1989. That year, she was thirty. Her husband, Julian Zane, was thirty-five. He had just become the youngest academician at the National Academy of Sciences. He was a national talent, and his future looked exceptionally promising. They had a pair of ten-year-old twins. Everyone said she was lucky. She was so lucky to have a good husband and sweet children. But the first thing she did after returning to the past was consult a lawyer and prepare two divorce agreements. She called Julian’s office. When the assistant realized it was her, the response was brief. “Xena, Professor Zane is busy. He doesn’t have time.” She went to the research institute to look for him, but the guard stopped her at the entrance. “Sorry, Professor Zane is unavailable right now.” After three days, she took the divorce agreement and went to see Julian’s first love. She placed the agreement in front of Moon Jensen and calmly said, “Please have Julian sign the divorce agreement. From now on, he and the two children belong to you.”

Grandpa Arthur Bennett was taken to court after being accused of using violence and coercion to commit rape. Yet I lounged at home, idly scrolling on my phone while watching a livestream. In my previous life, determined to uncover the truth, I had volunteered to serve as the plaintiff’s lawyer and investigated the case in depth. I had even contacted my brother, Ethan Bennett, praised as a genius lawyer, and urged him to defend Grandpa. But he believed the story I told was absurd—a lie meant to stop him, my best friend, and my mom from going on their trip to Moonlake together—and he blocked all my contact information. In the end, Grandpa was sentenced to life in prison and suffered a fatal heart attack in the courtroom. My family believed I had deliberately helped the plaintiff and disregarded my own kin. They blamed Grandpa’s conviction and death on me. When my Mom returned and saw Grandpa’s body, she collapsed in grief. Overcome with emotion, she got into her car and drove it straight into me, killing me. When I awoke with a start, I realized I had returned to three hours before Grandpa was taken to court.

I gave up everything to become a housewife—all for Tristan Fowler and our daughter. But ever since his first love got divorced, everything has changed. Tristan despises me, and my daughter orders me around like a maid. Crushed, I sign the divorce papers, give up everything, and leave for a faraway place. So why are they the ones now full of regret?

Saddened that his medical test results were unclear, Jonas declared himself a Beta.  But, it turns out it was a fatal mistake that changed his life, when Xander, his best friend, a dominant Alpha, broke his heart on prom night. What happened that night made Jonas decide to leave Xander's life, focus on his dreams and leave all the stories of their friendship behind. Eight years later, Jonas and Xander meet again, as mates. However, the demands of being a Supreme Alpha candidate, from his parents and pack, made Xander have to say his rejection. He is required to get a Luna who can bear his child, so even though Jonas is his mate, they cannot be together because even though the Omega male exists, the relationship is difficult to reconcile and accept. Because he was hurt by what happened eight years ago, Jonas accepted the rejection, but after that, a child named Jordan appeared who called Jonas Papa. Jordan was curious because the child looked like him.  He believes that Jonas is an Omega dominant and Jordan is his flesh and blood.  That means, with Jonas he has got everything he needs. Xander's confidence makes him try to get Jonas back, even though it requires no easy effort, because the bond between them has been broken.

Blooming Backwards Minerva has worked hard to become the confident, curvy woman she is today—no longer the heartbroken girl whose first love humiliated her in high school. But when that same man reappears as a major donor to her nonprofit, old wounds reopen. As buried truths and feelings come to light, Minerva’s world is shaken. With a stalker closing in and her abusive ex back in the picture, Minerva must confront her past to protect her future. Can she stay grounded when everything threatens to pull her back? Blooming Backwards is a gripping tale of healing, strength, and love rediscovered.

A well-known actor, Ellie Syallis have fans of varying levels— most of them are obsessed, very obsessed. A day awaited by her fans came, where people that won and bought the limited slots came. They finally met their idol face to face, got to shake hands with the female and an autograph on one of her limited-edition DVDs, on cards and on pictures as well. But her once peaceful life will start to take turn for the worse she sees at that very moment. A man wearing a formal business suit with a stoic appearance approached her. She gladly offered her hand and so they shook hands. The male asked for her autograph and she said "yes" with a brimming smile. She couldn't take her eyes of the male. He was undeniably handsome and somehow mysteriously attractive. "Here!" She handed her autograph on the sheet of paper the male gave. “Have a nice day! And oh, please keep on supporting me!” She added and partly bowed. The stranger flashed a smirk that made her heart skip a beat, both in a pinch of threat or fear and in unknown excitement. "You're now my wife. Hello, Mrs. Folster. Can't wait to spend the rest of my days with you." Her facial expressions shifted to surprise, annoyance, fear, melancholy, and into anger as she finally took a glance on the paper she signed. It was a marriage contract!

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

When my mother finally found the real heiress, she was on her knees selling shoes on the street. And to my surprise, I recognized her—she was none other than my fiancé's first love. Determined to oust me, the fake heiress, she played her part well, putting on a daily show to make me look bad. I was content to play along, enjoying our little game, until my fiancé’s offhand remark, “Was that really necessary?" shattered my composure. Fine, I thought, “You can keep this husband and family. I’ve got better things to do—like finding my real parents.”