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You will marry me! You will be my contract wife! He declared his voice cold and threatening. Ophelia looked at him without averting her gaze. He wasn’t demanding that she marry him; he was commanding her to. “Marry you!” Is that a request or a command? She asserted bravely, not minding whatever was coming her way. She expected Something worse to follow, but she was startled by his reaction instead. He walked closer to her and slowly raised her chin with the tip of his finger. “Ha..ha..ha, I like smart girls,” he enunciates with a devilish smile. It's a command, and you must abide by it. He pauses and moves his Lips Closer to her ear. Ophelia quickly closes her eyes, bracing herself for the impact. Or else……….. He whispered slowly. Then everything paused. She couldn't feel his breath on her skin again and she quickly opened her eyes only to find out she was the only person in the room. It's like he disappeared into thin air. She heaved a sigh of relief as her eyes became blurred with unshed tears. She just found a wallet on the road hoping it would change her life for the better not knowing it's actually for the worse. “She is trapped!” She is Captivated!” And now she is going to be a Captivated Contract bride she can’t deny nor can she accept. One choice. One contract. One dangerous game. Will Ophelia run for her life, or fight for his love? Or will she lose herself in a world of luxury, lies, and power where freedom comes with a price?

During the mandatory freshman orientation camp, my skin had flared up with a severe allergic reaction, so I didn't use the plastic washbasin the school handed out. Instead, I opened my suitcase and took out the custom silver basin I had brought from home. My roommate, Louisa Carter, immediately made a snide remark, drawling, "You're really something, huh? Kids from broke families like us are lucky to have any basin at all." I didn't bother responding. I simply pulled out my facial essence to do a cold compress, but she immediately rushed over, slapped the bottle out of my hand, and jabbed a finger at my face. "Bet you get tens of thousands a month for living expenses. You have a sugar daddy, don't you? Don't you feel guilty making your folks work their fingers to the bone back on the farm? People like you don't deserve to be at our school. I'm reporting you to the student counselor." I laughed in disbelief and slapped her. … The next morning, the family photo I'd left on my desk had been slashed to ribbons. Across the back, carved in ink, were the words: 'Daughter of a homewrecker. Go to hell.' I went straight to the police. While officers pulled the dorm security footage, our student counselor and the university president rushed in. The moment the president saw the man whose face had been cut apart in my photo, his legs nearly buckled. He almost dropped to his knees.

Zack Riley was a boy who knew tragedy very well. He lost his mother when he was nine years old and his father worked long hours, mostly to avoid the loss of his wife. To pass the time, Zack would spend a lot of time on the play ground near his house, taking out his childhood resentment by fighting with the other kids. Anna Reece on the other hand came from a big, full family, with two sisters, a brother and loving parents. She was the sweet innocent type, who lived a few doors down from Zack. She was always trying to be nice to him or invite him over, but he was a stubborn little boy, who miss took her sweetness for weakness. One day while fighting, Zack was loosing badly against two boys twice his size. Anna stepped in trying to help Zack, the boys left Zack alone, but Zack’s reaction was far more negative than expected. He started mocking Anna and calling her a brat, although in reality he had fallen in love with her and her kindness. Being the stupid foolish boy he was, bullying her was his way of trying to get close to her and this continued for ten years. In those ten years, as if by fate, Zack and Anna was in the same class every year. Zack grew into a delinquent, bullying everyone, constantly fighting, smoking and receiving bad marks. While Anna became more popular, she was on the hockey team, had high grades and helped others study for tests and exams. Can these two look past their differences?

Eranthe and Colin's story began with a ludicrous act of revenge. The next time she saw Colin was at her boyfriend's birthday party. She knew him only as a wealthy man with high status, and he was captivated by her beauty. They engaged in a game of mutual manipulation, beginning an adult game. Eranthe: I took the initiative to call Colin and had a one-night stand with him, deliberately allowing my boyfriend to catch us. Seeing his angry and frustrated reaction was so satisfying and joyful. I had finally taken revenge on that cheating scoundrel. But why did things start slipping out of my control? The one-night stand with Colin was just an adult game, so why take it seriously? I found that I couldn't get rid of you. Alright, let the game continue. If you can't submit to me, there will be no survivors in this game. Colin: Eranthe thought I was just a tool she used to get back at her ex-boyfriend for betraying her. No, she was wrong! In reality, I don't belong to the human world. I blend among humans in the hope of finding my Luna. At first, I used a little trick to make her approach me and fall into my love trap. She didn't know that I had loved her for many, many years. She's the only one in my heart, the apple in my eyes. I've always longed to be with her, to win her heart. My lifelong wish is to have her as my Luna, be with her forever, and be the mother of my Alpha child.

The world snapped back into focus, the memories of my brutal end crashing into the present. I was back—right here, right now, the exact moment Jarrold Jameson was trying to hand me that obscenely expensive purse. In my past life, he'd had a nasty fight with his precious Cindy Mayford. To make her jealous, he decided to use me as his pawn. I'd been stupid enough to love him once, but my pride had revolted. I'd refused to be a stand-in. It didn't matter. He kept engineering "accidental" run-ins, crafting one public misunderstanding after another, all to get a reaction from Cindy. I had done nothing wrong. I gained nothing. But I became Cindy's enemy. Her jealousy festered until it turned lethal. She had me kidnapped. The men she hired left my body shattered and broken. And Jarrold? He held his sobbing darling close and whispered those unforgettable words, "She got what she deserved." In the end, they stepped right over what was left of me and walked off into their picture-perfect life. Now, staring into his smug face, a cold clarity settled over me. This time, everything would be different. I snatched the handbag from his grasp. "A present for me?" I asked, my voice sweet, a sharp, calculated smile on my lips. "I love it. But just so you know, for next time… I've always preferred the classic design from her family's brand. That's the one you should be buying me."

During my night shift, I refused to help my adopted sister administer fluids to her patient. After the wrong drug is given, I watch a seven-year-old boy die after he suffers an allergic reaction right before my eyes. In my previous life, the boy's family stormed the nurses' station after I'd just finished administering his IV medication. The next thing I knew, I was violently beaten up. "You poisoned my grandchild by giving him the wrong medicine!" But the fluid I introduced into his bloodstream was a simple glucose solution. It couldn't have led to such a disastrous outcome. When I was on the brink of passing out, someone called the police. I thought help had finally arrived, but I was sorely mistaken. The police officer—my brother—pinned me to the ground. "We found your prints on the drug vial. You're a murderer." Then, my childhood friend, a forensic pathologist, held up an autopsy report and accused me of the same crime. "The patient's time of death is around 5:00 am. That's the same time you administered drugs into his system." Unable to prove my innocence, I was ultimately beaten to death by the boy's enraged family members. My brother and my childhood friend had always loved me. Even on the brink of death, I couldn't understand why they would do this to me. Now, I open my eyes and find myself back on the night it all began.

Devil's Vale, a story of Life and Death, Vanity and Conflicts, Relationship and Romance. ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Abigal, a handsome young boy got adopted by his classmate William Goshai's family because of an incident in school. Lizzy a caring mother got separated from her baby girl Heaven due to her husband Sandy's past mistake. So with the help of her genius brother Mete she made a robot which was exactly like Heaven in all and named it as Nevaeh (Reversed form of Heaven). •Do any accidental circumstance bring both Heaven and Nevaeh a chance to see each other?How will be the variation in situations if they meet each other? •And what happen if Heaven get a chance to know that Lizzy was her actual mother and not Sophia?How will be Sandy's family's reaction to it?¤ What will happen if Abigal get a chance to know that he was really a vamwolf (vampire-werewolf hybrid) because of a curse ? And the curse will completely affect him in his 30 th birthday? •How Heaven negate the birth curse of our Abigal by hiding her dark secret? Do they fall each other? •Does our Nevaeh get a chance to fall for our multi billionare William Goshai? How a robort can pair with a human? •Does William get a chance to know about his brother's curse? Do he help him to negate the curse by time travelling? Do fate has any hidden play in this four's lives? #family #brotherhood #Love #sci-fic #curse #rebirth #fighting spirit #Time Travelling

“Congratulations, Mrs. Velazquez. You're 8 weeks pregnant” Halo-halong emosyon ang naramdaman ko. I feel excited and scared at the same time. I'm going to be a mother! I can't wait to see Desmond's reaction! Noong akala ni Yvonne ay okay na lahat, buong akla niya ay sa wakas ay magkakaroon na siya ng isang kompletong pamilya ay bigla siyang iniwan ni Desmond dahil bumalik ang kasintahan nitong mahal na mahal niya. Yvonne was just a replacement of her at ngayon na bumalik na ito ay para siyang gamit na pinagsawaan na kapag hindi na kailangan ay itatapon na lang. Yvonne was selfless mas pipiliin niya ang kasiyahan ng iba kaysa sakanya, at ano naman ang laban niya sa babaeng mahal nito, lalo na't may anak pala ito at ang ama ay si Desmond. Yvonne left and raise their child, ngunit ng bumalik siya sa pilipinas makalipas ang limang taon ay nagkita silang muli ng kanyang ex-husband na si Desmond Kyle Velasquez ngunit hindi siya nito maalala, hindi nito maalala ang sakit na dinulot nito limang taon na ang nakakalipas. Kung totoo nga na may second chance, pwede kaya itong mangyari kay Yvonne at Desmond? O tuluyan ng matutuldukan ang kanilang relsyon? Will the truth unfold or will it remain hidden?

My boyfriend, Drew Myers, has proposed to me 99 times. Meanwhile, his childhood sweetheart, Tammy Fowler, has relapsed into depression 99 times. When Drew makes his 100th proposal, Tammy's depression strikes once more. As usual, he picks up Tammy's call, a gentle smile playing on his lips. With a tired sigh, he turns to me and says, "She's having another breakdown. We'll have to put the proposal on hold this time." Despite it being my birthday, Drew starts clearing away the freshly served dishes as if it were any other day. Fearing I might complain, he shoots me a cold, disapproving glance. "I know you're jealous of Tammy, but she's the one who's struggling. You're a soldier. You should be the bigger person and give her some leeway." Not only does Drew want me to eat Tammy's scraps, but he also orders me to bring them climbing gear at midnight. When Tammy shares intimate photos of them hugging online, his only reaction is to lash out at me. "Do you honestly find satisfaction in pushing Tammy to another breakdown? Is this the honor of a soldier? Your cruelty sickens me!" Over and over, he tears down my character and mocks my integrity. But this time, I simply look down at the special forces recruitment letter in my hand and say nothing. Drew remains oblivious. At last, I'm the one who's letting go.

I am born with a body that draws men in, but the moment I marry, I develop a terrifying allergy to them. Every time my husband and I try to be intimate, my skin erupts in violent rashes, and I nearly suffocate. Still, I want a child so badly that one night I climb into his bed in secret, willing to gamble with my life. Strangely, nothing happens—no hives, no swelling, no shortness of breath. My husband even takes me to a clinic, where the baby is confirmed healthy. For the first time, I believe life can return to normal. Eight months in, we share a bed again. The allergic reaction hits instantly, worse than ever, and I'm rushed to the hospital. When the procedure ends, he is nowhere to be seen. I step into the hallway and hear him talking with his friends. "Did you see her face? Swollen like that. Ridiculous." Leonard Carter swings a vial of the custom serum he has been giving me and snorts. "I engineered this formula myself. It makes her break out the second a man touches her. It keeps her off me. "She wanted a baby so badly. Fine. She's carrying mine and Hannah's. That should make her feel accomplished. "When she gives birth, I'll let her spend the rest of her life calling herself Mrs. Carter." Blood drains from my face. The child I've been cherishing isn't even mine.