Cellar 13

 หนิงอันเติบโตมาท่ามกลางความเกลียดชังจากบิดาแท้ๆ และผู้คนรอบข้าง เพราะความเชื่อที่ว่านางคือตัวอัปมงคล หากอยู่ใกล้อาจนำภัยและความเดือดร้อนมาให้  หนิงอันเด็กน้อยผู้น่าสงสารมีเพียงแม่นมที่ตัดสินใจรับนางมาเลี้ยงดูคู่กันกับบุตรสาวของนางคือฮุ่ยอิง แต่แล้วอยู่มาวันหนึ่งฮุ่ยเหม่ยเกิดล้มป่วยลง หนิงอันในวัย13ปีรู้สึกตกใจและเจ็บปวดเสียใจเป็นที่สุด นางเริ่มหวาดกลัวว่าจะสูญเสียคนที่นางรักมากไปอีกคน นางร้องไห้เสียใจอยู่หลายวันก่อนจะตัดสินใจปลิดชีวิตตนเองลง เพราะนางคิดว่าหากไม่มีตัวอัปมงคลเช่นนาง ชีวิตของแม่นมฮุ่ยเหม่ยต้องมีชีวิตรอดปลอดภัยอย่างแน่นอน  ตะวันน้องสาวฝาแฝดที่มาเกิดในยุคปัจจุบันที่เสียชีวิตลงได้มาเข้ามาอยู่ในร่างของหนิงอัน นางรับรู้ถึงความเจ็บปวดและเสียใจของแฝดผู้เป็นพี่จึงตั้งมั่นว่าจะต้องเอาชนะโชคชะตานี้ให้ได้ เพราะนางไม่เชื่อเรื่องลางร้ายหรืออะไรทั้งนั้น สิ่งที่นางเชื่อก็คือตัวของนางเองและนางจะต้องทำมันให้ได้ ในเมื่อข้ามีหัตถ์ทองคำอยู่ในมือเช่นนี้ จะดาวเคราห์หรือตัวอัปมงคล ข้าจะใช้พลังฝ่ามือของข้าตบให้มันกระเด็นลอยหายไปจากชีวิตของข้า  

All because I opened a window to air out the room, my husband’s childhood sweetheart, Celine Ashcroft, caught a cold. In a fit of rage, my husband, Ronan Blackwood, had his men bind me and drag me down to the ice cellar despite my being five months pregnant. "Don’t think that just because you’re carrying my child, you can bully Celine. If even a single hair on her head is harmed, I’ll make you repay it a hundredfold!" Shivering violently from the cold, I knelt through tears, begging for forgiveness. I promised that from now on I would serve his precious sweetheart well to atone, that I would never again let her suffer even the slightest harm. He only gave a cold order to seal the cellar, saying I needed to be taught a lesson so it would be burned into my memory. A week later, when Celine finally recovered from her cold, he finally remembered me in the cellar. "Vesper, have you truly realized your mistake? As long as you agree to kneel and apologize to Celine immediately, I’ll spare you." What he didn’t know was that by then, I had already frozen stiff in that ice cellar. And the child he had treasured so dearly no longer showed even the faintest sign of life.

One week before our wedding, my fiancé, my father’s own consigliere, sold him out.He set him up for a FBI raid. My father died in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, and the once-great Moretti family collapsed overnight. In my darkest hour, Dominic, the Don of the New York Luciani family, showed up with a crew of mercenaries. He didn't just take care of the rat; he gave me total protection. He obsessed over me for three years, even tattooing my name over his heart. I fell for it. I believed he loved me. I let my guard down and stayed by his side, serving as the lead perfumer for the coldest man in the city. Until today. Outside the wine cellar, I overheard him talking to his rival. "Old man Moretti died never knowing who had leaked his location," Dominic said. "But imagine if that stupid woman, Elena, found out," the rival mocked. "If she knew the man who killed her father was the same husband kissing her forehead every night... would she lose her mind?" My hand froze on the cellar door. The rival’s laughter came through the cracks: "You’re cold-blooded, Dominic! Elena thinks you’re her savior. She even wants to give you an heir. She’d never dream the raid that destroyed her life was actually your offering to Sienna."

The day I went into labor with the twins, I bribed the family doctor to shoot me up with every heavy-duty suppressant he could get his hands on. Anything to stall the birth. Why? Because in my last life, Vincent—my husband, the Don—claimed to have a low sperm count. To guarantee an heir, he lined up ten mistresses and told the whole house: whoever popped out a son first, her kid would be the next Corleone Don. He promised if I delivered first, he'd ditch the others. Said our baby would inherit the throne. I bought every word. When I found out I was carrying twins, I couldn't stop shaking—I thought I'd won. But after I gave birth, he tossed me and the babies into the freezing wine cellar and locked the place down. "Lucy came from nothing. I just wanted to give her kid a name. You started rumors, pushed her into despair, and now she's dead—her and the baby. You're vile. Not fit to be the Don's wife. Think about what you've done. I'll open the door in three days." Then he had the butler seal it shut. What he didn't know? That night, the cellar caught fire. Me and my babies? Burned alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back—right before labor. This time, I'm not staying. Soon as I deliver and get back on my feet, I'm taking my kids and disappearing for good.

Three years ago, Ivy Valmonte married Julian Blackwood to save her family from ruin. The night before the wedding, she let Sebastian ruin her instead, on the marble floor of the wine cellar while the rehearsal dinner carried on upstairs. It never stopped. Stolen nights in hotel suites, quick and brutal sex in the back of limousines, whispered threats and promises while Julian slept down the hall. They hated each other for it. They lived for it. Now Julian is dead, the will has been read, and the empire is split: 60% to Ivy. 40% to Sebastian. Only one of them can gain interest. Only one of them can destroy the other. They declare war in boardrooms by day, and tear each other apart in bed by night, because some addictions are stronger than hate, and some secrets are worth killing for. Love was never the problem. It was the price.

A couple along with their 16 years old daughter who's deaf and 13 years old son moves into a small town called Santa Monica, everything was perfect not until their 16 year old daughter started acting differently.

Amelia had been beaten severely for the last five years by the man who claimed to be her father. Her mother died when she was 13 and she has had to suffer the wrath of this man. She was now 18 and has been planning to escape to get out of this hell hole of a pack.

"She's fierce, violent, and smart. That's why no one should ever underestimate her capabilities." Angela has been running away from the ghost in her past. But who would have expected that they will meet at different time with different goals in mind? Will she be able to finish her goal? Or she will be a failure just like what her parents said?

Di bawah langit Kekaisaran Zhenhua, pernikahan bukan tentang cinta melainkan tentang kuasa. Li Xian, putri pejabat agung yang cerdas namun dingin, dipaksa menikah dengan Pangeran Kedua, Zhao Wei, seorang pewaris yang terkenal ambisius dan berhati batu. Bagi Li Xian pernikahan itu hanyalah takdir yang dipaksakan, tak ada kata “suka” sebelum cincin dan gelar itu melekat di tangannya. Tapi siapa sangka di balik benteng istana yang penuh tipu daya, cinta bisa datang tanpa permisi dengan pelan-pelan, dari tatapan curiga menjadi perhatian, dari amarah menjadi perlindungan. Sementara itu bayangan pengkhianatan, perebutan tahta, dan rahasia kelam keluarga kekaisaran mengancam segalanya. Ketika cinta mulai tumbuh, keduanya dihadapkan pada pilihan paling sulit: Cinta atau mahkota.

Pagmamahal na walang iwanan, pagmamahal kung saan nagsumpaang hindi ka pababayaan, marami mang pagsubok ang dumaan, mananatiling ikaw ang laman, mananatiling ikaw ang sinisigaw at tanging sayo lamang may pagtingin ang pusong simula palang ay pag-aari mo na at hindi nino man. ‘Pinakawalan na kita noon, hinding-hindi ko na hahayaang maulit pa ‘yun.’