Caroline Shaw

Seven years I spent with Jason Shaw, but I never got a ring. Rather, all I received was an invitation to another person's wedding. That day, as a wedding planner, I was at the rehearsal, making last-minute adjustments. Looking up, I saw the man whom I waited every day to reply to my messages, walking down the aisle, arm in arm with another bride. "Her boyfriend had something urgent come up, so I'm filling in for him," he said, standing straight, his tone light, a small smile on his lips. But his eyes couldn't hide the hurt, like a child who lost his favorite toy. As if that wasn't enough, he told me to hand over my wedding plan. He patted me on the shoulder, saying sincerely, "There's no rush for us. We've got plenty of time. I promise I'll give you an even better wedding. Just help me out this time. It's not like I'm not going to marry you." He didn't know that I had revised the wedding plan hundreds of times, even counted and recounted the bouquets seven times. To me, it wasn't mere work—it was a dream I held for five long years. I didn't argue anymore, just quietly stepped aside. Later, I lay alone in a hospital bed, listening to the rain tapping against the window from outside. I counted each drop as the hours slipped through my fingers. Perhaps those who worked so hard to create happiness for others had lost the right to their own happiness.

My husband, Alex Carter, is a top AI engineer. He one day gets drugged by a new intern at his company, and one night of chaos follows. He calls me the next morning, his voice hoarse from a hangover and filled with unfamiliar panic. "Em, I messed up. But don't worry. I gave her enough money to disappear from this city." After ten years together, I believe it is just a momentary lapse in judgment. Six months later, Alex's company suffers the worst cyber attack in its history, with core data hanging by a thread. I rush back from a fragrance exhibition in Astral, only to witness a scene at the data center entrance that sends me into shock. Alex stands outside the tightly sealed door, his face showing a weariness and guilt I have never seen before. The doctor says that the intern, Brooke Anderson, is three months pregnant and has spent 72 hours with him in the high-radiation server room. Now, she shows signs of miscarriage. Later, Brooke gives birth to twins, a boy and a girl. The entire Carter family is ecstatic. I remove the wedding ring that has accompanied me for ten years, my fingertips turning ice cold. I dial the number saved with only one letter "S" and say, "Mr. Sullivan, I accept the collaboration you proposed last time." A low, soft laugh comes from the other end of the line. "Ms. Emma Shaw, that's a wise decision."

At the age twenty-one, she lived a quiet, carefully crafted life and she only spent her days writing stories. Sa mata ng ibang tao ay isa lamang siyang simpleng dalaga na maraming pangarap sa buhay. But under a pen name known only to millions of readers, she was a celebrated novelist, an erotic writer whose real identity remained a mystery. But everything shattered that night... when she accidentally witnessed a crime she was never meant to see. Nakita niya ang grupo ng kalalakihang tinatapon ang katawan ng mga tao sa isang malawak na lawa. Pero bago pa man siya makaalis ay isa sa mga lalaki ang nakakita sa kanya at hinabol siya. What follows is a desperate chase for survival... until fate intervenes in the most dangerous way. Running blindly through the dark, she bumps into a stranger. Niccolo Madrigal. Hindi niya ito kilala, pero himingi pa din siya ng tulong sa binata para lang makatakas. At walang pag-aalinlangan ay sumang-ayon si Niccolo. What she doesn’t know is that the man she stumbled into is far more dangerous than the ones chasing her. Because he is known as the leader of a dangerous and untouchable group... He is a gang leader and has been obsessed with one person for years. The mysterious erotic novelist. The woman whose identity the world has never seen. And now, without realizing it, Caroline has placed herself directly into his arms. As secrets unravel and bloodstained truths surface, her peaceful life collides with a world ruled by violence, obsession, and control.

Abigail was pinned on the wall by a strong man, and she felt a sharp pain in her arms. “Let go of me. You are hurting me.” Tears started accumulating in her eyes, but she still stubbornly looked at the man’s eyes in a challenging way. The man leaned over her. Their faces were inches away, and his hot breathing was fanning on her cheeks. There were many emotions in his deep green eyes which Abigail couldn’t decipher. After a span of silence, Charles opened his mouth and said, “You are not going anywhere. You are now mine; mine to love, and mine to torture.” ………….. Charles Shaw is the assistant of Aidan Thompson, the CEO of Thompson’s and Co. But he eventually turned out to be the heir of a multi-billionaire business empire. While working under Aidan, he encountered Abigail Mills, the fiancee of Aidan. Abigail loved Aidan for five years, and she always dreamed to be his wife, but Aidan treated her only as a trophy to be decorated in his house. She was gorgeous, perfect to be the daughter-in-law of the Thompson family. He was a workaholic, never had time for Abigail. Whenever she asked him to accompany her, he sent Charles in his place. Initially, Abigail hated Charles. She didn’t want his face, but Charles couldn't refuse his boss, and he quietly followed Abigail, despite his unwillingness. Eventually, they both started developing feelings for each other but never expressed it. Meanwhile, Charles learned about the conspiracy of Aidan against Abigail. He wanted to tell her about it, but before that, he was stabbed and burnt to death by Aidan and his men. Everyone thought that he died, but he came back after one year with a new identity to take revenge.

My adopted daughter, Phoebe Marsh, possessed an evil ability. Whenever she got hurt, the pain would also be inflicted directly on my biological daughter, Maisie Shaw. She deliberately hurt herself, covering her body with wounds and bruises. Then, she would turn around with cold eyes, watching Maisie writhe on the floor in agony until she passed out from the pain. With no medical solution available, I broke down and held Maisie close, begging my husband, Brandon Shaw, to send Phoebe away. However, he would erupt in fury. "It's obviously Maisie who's been faking illness for attention, and you're making up this ridiculous story to get rid of Phoebe. She's just a fragile, helpless child. How can you be so vicious?" After that, Phoebe escalated her self-harm even more viciously. Meanwhile, Maisie spent every day curled up in the corner of her bed, refusing to let anyone touch her. On Maisie's birthday, Phoebe threw herself from the fifth floor. Just as Maisie was blowing out her candles and making a wish, she suddenly began bleeding from all her facial orifices, and she died instantly. Yet, Phoebe only suffered minor scrapes. I died from overwhelming grief shortly after. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to Phoebe's first day in our home. Maisie was playing with her Legos when she suddenly clutched her ankle and started crying. This time, I grabbed the broom from behind the door and swung it toward Maisie, shouting, "I'll beat you up for faking illness and seeking attention!"

Le Dr Aalia Shaw a passé des années à se cacher... Nouvelle identité, nouvelle ville, nouvelle vie. Aucun attachement. Pas d'attention. Pas d'erreurs. Puis, un soir sanglant aux urgences, elle sauve Rafael Vescari, l'héritier froid et autoritaire de la mafia, dont le nom seul aurait dû la faire fuir. Au lieu de cela, il l'entraîne directement dans son univers. Aalia devient le chirurgien privé de la famille Vescari, gardée sous surveillance, toujours disponible, beaucoup trop proche de l'homme qui ne doit surtout pas découvrir son passé. Car derrière son professionnalisme imperturbable se cache un secret qui pourrait déclencher une guerre, et Rafael Vescari est le dernier homme au monde à pouvoir le découvrir. Mais il la surveille... Il exige son obéissance et teste son silence. Et l'attirance qu'elle ne devrait pas ressentir devient le danger le plus interdit de tous. Il veut sa confiance. Il veut sa loyauté. Il la veut. Aalia ne peut pas prendre le risque de donner quoi que ce soit à Rafael, surtout pas son cœur. Car dès qu'il découvrira la vérité qu'elle fuit depuis toujours... Ce ne sera pas seulement sa vie qui sera en jeu.

In my past life, right before sitting for the college entrance exams, my best friend, Lily Shaw, and I made a pact. We promised that once we got into college, we would study finance and make a fortune. But because my exam went smoothly and I was the first to leave the exam room, I ended up on camera for an interview. Somehow, I blew up overnight. Years later, I became a top celebrity, while Lily was sent to prison for financial fraud. When she got out, I gave her a million dollars to help her get back on her feet. She repaid me by quietly forging lies about me, whipping up a wave of online hate, and doing everything she could to destroy me. I traced the truth and confronted her, but she snapped back at me, "What gives you the right to stare down at me from your lofty throne and throw me scraps, Hannah Linden? I'm prettier than you, and my grades were better than yours. Why did you get the better life?" She laid out a plan to get back at me. She knocked me out and slashed my face. She also gouged out my eyes and cut out my tongue before stuffing me into a freezer, leaving me there to freeze to death. When I open my eyes again, I find myself reborn in my senior-year classroom. There's just over a month left for the college entrance exams. I look at Lily, who sits to my left and whispers to me. I smile at her, my eyes glinting with ice and venom.

Living as the rejected Luna, how long would Aisha handle the pain caused by Duke—an Alpha whom she loved the most? Will it take long for her to stay? Or will she choose to escape from the pain he constantly inflicts? Can she live a life without her other half? These questions keep lingering inside her mind while trying to find answers; however, she chooses to set aside all her inhibitions and pain and focus on becoming his Luna, even if it means unrequited. Countless rejection Long nights of crying and bawling Endless times of feeling unloved. Aisha Elara Kensley came from a wealthy tribe of one of the pioneering tribes in the north, Caroline, the wife of Duke Collin. A brave woman that would do everything for her husband to love her; the man who despises her so much; chose and promised to stay by his side, for she believed this man would eventually change for the better. Duke Collin; the only son and heir of the Collin tribe, an Alpha without Luna, who believed was alongside with Kensley tribe for the longest time, destined to marry the only daughter of the Kensley tribe; both tribes we’re almost like families, and sealed the merging of both family through the wedding of both parties. Duke hated the two facts; him marrying and uniting with the woman he never loved, taking away the freedom he had worked out for years. Duke will do everything he can to make Aisha’s life—the chosen Luna become a living hell. Can love sprout between them? Will Aisha’s effort and constant reassurance will make Duke move? However, Aisha, growing tired of chasing Duke, brings her to the pit she was avoiding; for the moment she stopped running, Duke; the beast—had marked her.

Nyxara Vale was never supposed to survive betrayal. She was supposed to choose it. When her mate, Cassian Ward, and her best friend, Brielle Shaw, plotted to ruin her, the world mourned the heiress’s death. But here’s the twist—Nyxara didn’t just fake her fall. She planned it, step by step, so she could awaken the ancient White Wolf power hidden in her blood. Now she’s back, and honestly, nobody stands a chance. She’s got the wolf’s raw strength, the cold edge of a vampire, and all the temptation of a succubus. But that’s just the start. Nyxara is human perfection, too—top hacker, racing prodigy, MMA and Krav Maga master, world-famous chef, scent genius, and the brains behind a wildly successful lingerie and adult toy empire. She’s rich, skilled, dangerous. The deadliest woman alive. But coming back from the dead leaves scars. Brielle’s still around—and pregnant, a living reminder of everything that went wrong. Cassian’s still tied to Nyxara by a bond she broke to finish her transformation. He’s always there, a shadow of love she had to give up. And then someone new walks in—a mate untouched by her past, not afraid to push back, not bothered by her power. Desire gets tangled up with danger, and suddenly Nyxara has to figure out what she really wants—and who she can trust. Secrets start bubbling up. Old alliances fall apart. Nyxara has to choose what kind of legacy she’ll leave behind. The White Wolf wasn’t built to rule through fear or fate. She was made to rule through sheer will—and the many faces Nyxara wears are her sharpest weapons. She’s done being the girl they tried to break. Now she’s the woman that survives.

Después de mi renacimiento, decidí trazar una línea dura entre mí y el heredero de la familia de la mafia, Carlo Gutiérrez. Él hizo que su golden retriever ocupara mi asiento y le dijo a todos que yo ni siquiera era apta para tocar comida de perro en su fiesta. Después de eso, nunca más volví a sentarme en la mesa principal. Se quejó de que mi voz le estaba dando dolor de cabeza e interfería con sus negocios, así que me callé delante de él. Él se burló porque apestaba, así que hice las maletas y volví a mi destartalado apartamento en los barrios bajos, sin volver a poner un pie en su territorio. Al final, dijo que mi sola presencia arruinaría su alianza matrimonial con la Principessa de la familia Moreno. Asentí, y luego acepté la propuesta de matrimonio de otro hombre sin dudarlo. Tomé decisiones opuestas a las que tomé en mi vida pasada. Después de que me casé con él en mi vida anterior, la Principessa de la familia Moreno fue asesinada en un tiroteo. Carlo concluyó que yo era el culpable y me arrojó al sótano para torturarme antes de finalmente tirar mi cuerpo al mar. Más tarde, cuando me vio con otro hombre, me confrontó con los ojos rojos. —Rosa Shaw, ya te divertiste. Vuelve conmigo, ¡y fingiré que nada de esto ha pasado!