Bond

There were only two types of people in our town. "The Guerras and us, the "Caolins". My father classified them as our neighbors like that. "The Guerras were either too stupid or too smart to leave." While we wondered how to escape. There was no doubt about which of the two could rule the town. My father obeyed one of the Guerras men, but I never had the courage to ask him why he did it. My father was a doctor and he knows many things or hides something terrible from me. I know that he hides many secrets from me and has protected me in every way from knowing the truth, but I will grow up and with his help I will either not know everything, or my name will not be Delmon Salvadore. My father tells me every day that danger is on my side and that I have to protect myself so that I never become someone I don't want to be. If it has to do with my life or my origins, I will know, but one thing I know is that there are dark mysteries that torment me and this always happens on the full moon. I am afraid of what could really be, I believe that many things are involving my mother, the one who mysteriously disappeared, leaving me alone with my father. If there is something that I do not know, it is about to be revealed because my dreams reveal it to me and I believe that it is my future in a few years. If this is true, I will be a terrible person that I do not really know. However, now I am ready to face everything that comes and one of the things is to avenge my father's death.

My mother had been hospitalized. My boyfriend worked as a doctor at the same hospital. You would think he would have visited her often, but he never did. Not once. On the first day of her stay, he did not come because he had taken a day off. His childhood friend was moving, and she needed his help. On the second day, that same childhood friend appeared at the hospital as an intern. He followed her everywhere and showed her the ropes. He handled anything she asked for, no matter how small. It went on like that, day after day. My mother's ward was on the thirteenth floor. His office was on the seventeenth. All it would have taken was a ten-second elevator ride or a two-minute walk down the stairs. Even so, Sebastian did not visit her for more than twenty days. My mother recovered. I picked her up by myself and took her to the train station. While I was on the way, he texted me. Sebastian: [Suzy's pet dog is getting vaccinated today. I need to drive her there first.] This time, I replied. [Got it. Drive safely. By the way, we're over.]

Five years after Mom and Dad died, my sister, Miley Jenkinson, sent me away to a residential treatment center to "fix" me. She flung my luggage at me and roared, "You love fighting so much, Delia? Then, stay here. Maybe I'll come back for you once you've learned to behave." Next thing I know, Miley's sworn enemy is beating me senseless. Meanwhile, Miley loses it on the other end of the line. "Fight back! Why aren't you fighting back?" My gaze is blank as I say, "Because you said fighting made me one of the bad ones."

In my previous life, I was sponsored by a wealthy man and even ended up marrying his daughter. My younger brother, however, struggled at the bottom rung of society. He was jealous that I lived a worry-free life and that I even had a beautiful wife by my side. Meanwhile, he was drowning in gambling debts, constantly having to hide and evade detection. With bloodshot eyes, my brother drags me to the rooftop but accidentally falls down with me. We get reborn on the day the wealthy man selects candidates. This time, he rushes forward and kneels at the wealthy man's feet. "Shane, in this life, the family fortune and the heiress are all mine!" What he doesn't know is that despite having all the money in the world, it doesn't guarantee he'll live to spend it.

I had always been fragile, the kind of kid who could not handle a gust of wind without losing balance and who teared up over the smallest thing. The day my biological parents found me and took me back into their wealthy world, everything had already felt unreal. Then, things got worse. Out of nowhere, an old woman came sprinting down the street and dropped right in front of the Bentley, like she had timed it perfectly. I panicked and completely froze, so I did the only thing I could think of. I dropped down beside her and started crying. However, I overdid it. I cried so hard that blood started streaming from my eyes. The old woman jolted upright like she had seen something horrifying. She shoved 500 dollars into my hands, muttered a string of curses, and ran off without looking back. Just like that, I was back with the Snyder family. The house rose in front of me, all polished stone and perfectly kept lawns, like something out of a magazine. However, the closer I got, the more my nerves kicked in, and that familiar metallic taste crept up my throat again. The so-called heir walked over, smiling like we were supposed to be close. Then, he gave me a light shove. He leaned in, his voice low enough that only I could hear. "Stay in your place. Don't start wanting things that were never yours." Right there, in front of everyone, I leaned back and collapsed. I did not move at all. He froze. His face turned red as he grabbed my collar and shook me. "Quit pretending. Get up!" A few seconds passed, then a few more, before he slowly turned his head, his movements stiff. Tiny drops of blood speckled his clothes. His voice trembled. "Mom… Dad… I think…" He swallowed hard. "I think he stopped breathing."

To find the missing fake heiress, my family forced me to undergo a memory extraction. They were convinced that I had bullied her for the past three years and driven her to run away. I gave a bitter smile and let them continue. As the memories surfaced one after another, the truth became clear. I was the one who had been bullied all along. My parents, overcome with guilt, clutched my hands so tightly they nearly fainted. My brother’s eyes were bloodshot, his teeth grinding until he drew blood. In their arms, I looked up in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?”

Ophelia Holmes was always seen as the pack’s disgrace—the Beta’s daughter born without a wolf. Weak. Useless. Unworthy. But none of it mattered, because Elliot, the future Alpha of the Silver Mist Pack, loved her. He swore she was his mate, that he would claim her after the Moon Goddess Festival. Until the night he betrayed her. Before the entire pack, Elliot rejected her and chose her sister instead. Then, as Ophelia stood there, shattered and humiliated, her sister whispered a single lie that turned her whole world to ash: "She poisoned Elliot, she poisoned the future Alpha." The pack turned against her. The man she loved? He gave the order for her execution. But Ophelia’s fate was never in their hands. Because when she needed help, he came for her. Jarred Black. The Lycan King. The most feared creature to walk their lands. Now, Ophelia is caught between two powerful men—one who betrayed her and one who refuses to let her go. But Jarred isn’t just claiming her for himself. He came because he knows the truth. And as he looks into her eyes, his next words make her entire world collapse. "Did they ever tell you who your real father was?”

Beautiful, headstrong Aria has one rule: never let anyone control her—even if it means risking her family's fortune. But when her inheritance is tied to marriage, she's forced into a deal with a mysterious stranger whose name she barely knows. The twist? He doesn’t show up to the wedding. Instead, a perfectly groomed puppy arrives in his place—wearing a diamond-studded collar and a note: “This is only the beginning.” Thrust into a tangled web of secrets and shadows, Aria finds herself drawn to her unexpected companion—and the deeper mystery behind her vanished husband. With loyalty tested, truths unraveling, and a love story unlike any other, Aria’s journey begins not with a kiss, but with a wagging tail and a trail of clues.

For ten years, my family had called me a jinx. When I was three years old, my dad claimed that he lost a major project because he had to take care of me due to my illness. My mom wanted to buy me sweets, only to end up getting hit by a car in front of a candy store. That was how she hurt her arm. My older sister, Siena Bell, often claimed that she screwed up in her tests simply because I kept breaking her pens. One day, my mom invited a shaman named Mr. Reyes over. After inspecting the house, he contemplated for a while. "This child is affiliated with misfortune by nature. She's a walking jinx who absorbs the entire family's luck." He then added, "But if she has a life of misfortune, you will regain your luck." At first, I felt aggrieved and tried to fight back by throwing tantrums. I tugged at my mom's sleeve while arguing loudly, "I'm not a jinx!" But my mom just looked at me calmly. There was a hint of eerie calmness in her eyes. She said, "Mr. Reyes said that you have to accept your fate. Someone has to bear the sacrifices no matter what." Her icy words doused out the hope in my heart. In a way, this twisted dynamic actually worked. My dad's business went steady, whereas Siena started getting better grades. At one point, I even started thinking that I was a real jinx. But… why was it that my family was haunted by more misfortune after my death?

I secretly married my husband for six years, and then his first love came back. I decide to leave with my child and let his first love take her rightful place.