Cherry Blossom Manga

Out to seek vengeance against her sister who killed her in the past, Reborn Liana, the heir of her father's pack gets married to a stranger, Conan, in a bid to stop the engagement between her and the same person who shredded her heart into pieces on her wedding day. Her plans backfired as she was disowned by her parents who were extremely disappointed in her. She was also taunted by her sister who mocked her for getting married to a poor man because of his shabby appearance. Left with nothing, Liana sought a better life for herself only to clash with her sister and later realize that the stranger she got married to, Conan, wasn't who she assumed him to be. What would happen when Liana finds out that Conan was the boss of the company that rejected her father's deal multiple times and what would happen when she finds out that the meek and calm Conan, was the ruthless Alpha of the pack who was responsible for launching attack on her father's pack. How would she react when she finds out that the man she got married to and the man she was starting to develop feelings for was her father's most despised enemy and what would happen when she can't leave the marriage because of the contract between her and Conan? Would Liana and Conan’s love blossom despite the odds that would keep coming their way or would her thirst for vengeance destroy her?

Elena finally left high school and embark on her journey into college. Determined to start afresh and leave her painful past behind, little did she know that fate had some unexpected tricks up its sleeve. Once she arrived on campus, Elena found herself drawn to a guy who seemed to have it all - he was incredibly handsome and the most popular person around. Falling head over heels, she couldn't help but confess her feelings for him, hoping that their connection would blossom into something deeper. But sadly, her dreams were shattered when she discovered that he was only interested in her physically, not in truly loving her. Heartbroken and defeated, she made the difficult decision to drop out of college, overwhelmed by a broken heart and feelings of despair. Just when Elena thought all hope was lost, another guy came into her life, claiming to be the one she was meant to be with. However, the pain from her previous experience kept her guarded and hesitant to give her heart away again. Despite her reservations, he persevered, showing her day by day that his intentions were genuine, and he truly cared for her. Slowly but surely, happiness started to find its way back into her life. The wounds of her past began to heal Until the guy she fell in love with previously walzt in back into her life asking her to be his Read to know how it goes on!

Influenced by placid and solicitous home, Jason woods possess every outstanding qualities you wouldn’t see in an average 20 years old boy. He has that decency you’ll barely find in guys of his age especially not with the sinfully charming looks he emits. though he’s of the middle class but who cares? Every girls in la wanna ride for him despite his low financial status, and his charms does the tricks. He could have easily live of a playboy and enjoys it while it last, but aside from the fact that he doesn’t want to break any girl’s heart, he wills to wait for that girl whom had taught his little heart how to love. Her childhood love, Melissa whom due to some circumstances had to get separated for good 13 years but finally. His wait yeild, his joy knew no bound when he heard that mellisa was back in town but that joy quickly crush to the dust as the acknowledgment that mellisa has arrived with the identity of a billionaire’s daughter. Clearly him and mellisa weren’t of equal basis anymore and he’s heard stories of how the rich antagonizes the poor, the fear of loosing his childhood love was beginning to tear him apart but will Melissa accept him again? Would she even remember she had shared a thing with Jason? Would love blossom between these two? Find out in this suspense filled novel

The night Enzo was made boss of the Moretti family, I gave him my virginity. He was the heir I'd been promised to since before I could speak. We kissed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, tangled in the humid, twilight heat... His rough, urgent hands hurt me, but I didn't pull away. Even the pain felt sacred, a sacrifice I was willing to make for love. Lost in the heat of the moment, he promised me a pair of the most beautiful crystal shoes, so I could dance the opening waltz with him at his coronation ceremony the next day. The first dance is always reserved for the new boss and his future bride. I cried with joy, believing my years of secret pining and patient waiting would finally culminate in a fairytale ending. But I was wrong. So terribly wrong. The next morning, I dragged my aching body out to get his favorite espresso, only to overhear the guys joking as I returned: "So you finally popped the family cherry, huh? How was Vivian on your first night as boss?" Enzo's voice was lazy, mocking. "Face of an angel, body of a devil. She's a hot little viper in bed." The room erupted in sleazy whistles. "So, you really gonna marry her, young boss?" "Are you kidding me?" Enzo scoffed. "Vivian's just a warm-up. Once I get some practice in, I'll go tame the Falcone ice princess. When I get bored, I can always circle back and put a ring on her." I stood frozen in the doorway, my vision blurring, the coffee cup trembling in my hand. Before the world faded to black, I sent a coded message to the Don: "Uncle Romano, for the promotion in three days, get me a transfer. As far away from Enzo as possible."

Antes de completar dezoito anos, eu era a adorada princesa da família Moretti. Tudo mudou no meu décimo oitavo aniversário, quando meu pai trouxe para casa uma garota órfã chamada Carina. — Ela precisa de um lar. — Disse meu pai. — Você cuidará dela, como uma irmã. A partir daquele momento, nada foi igual. Meu irmão, que antes me adorava, tornou-se frio e distante. E meu noivo... o amor dele por mim parecia se reduzir pela metade da noite para o dia. A família elogiava Carina por ser dócil e obediente, chamando-a de uma filha muito melhor do que eu, sua própria carne e sangue. Depois de muito ser deixada de lado por Carina, finalmente desabei e segurei a manga do meu pai. — O sangue não significa nada? — Perguntei. A fúria do meu pai se acendeu. Ele abrigou Carina em lágrimas atrás dele, e diante de toda a família, deu-me um tapa no rosto. — Seu desperdício egoísta. Eu devia nunca ter tido você. — Você traz vergonha a esta família. — A voz do meu irmão Marco soou fria como uma lâmina. — Saia. E meu noivo, Vincent, olhou para mim com desapontamento: — Se ao menos eu estivesse noivo da Carina desde o início. Eles achavam que eu me curvaria aos pés deles, como sempre fizera. Mas não disse uma palavra; apenas fui até o cofre da família, retirei os documentos oficiais e risquei meu nome com um único traço. Tirei o anel de noivado do dedo e o coloquei sobre a mesa. Dei a Carina tudo aquilo que eles achavam que eu não merecia. Afinal, eu tinha apenas mais vinte e quatro horas de vida. Mas eles não faziam ideia, naquele momento, de que — em meio às ruínas da família Moretti — um dia se ajoelhariam na chuva implorando pelo meu retorno.

Eu fui forçada a trocar meu coração com o primeiro amor do meu marido. Depois disso, morri no corredor do hospital particular que ele mesmo criou. Antes de eu morrer, meu filho de seis anos, Otávio Júnior, chorou e implorou a pai dele três vezes. Na primeira vez, Otávio segurou a mão daquele homem e disse que eu estava vomitando sangue. Ele riu com desprezo: — Dessa vez ela finalmente aprendeu algo, até ensinou você a mentir. Em seguida, ele mandou os seguranças expulsarem Otávio do quarto. Na segunda vez, Otávio agarrou a manga de sua camisa e disse que eu estava delirando de dor. Ele franziu a testa: — É só uma troca de coração. Os médicos já disseram que ela não vai morrer. Mais uma vez, os seguranças puxaram Otávio para fora. Na terceira vez, Otávio se jogou no chão, segurou firme a barra da calça dele e chorou dizendo que eu já estava inconsciente. Dessa vez, ele perdeu a paciência. Ele agarrou Otávio pelo pescoço e o jogou para fora do quarto: — Eu já disse que Heloísa Dias não vai morrer. Se você vier aqui incomodar o descanso da Bianca Nunes de novo, eu juro que vou expulsar vocês dois deste hospital. Desesperado para me salvar, Otávio penhorou seu escapulário, algo que ele considerava um tesouro, para uma enfermeira: — Tia, eu não quero viver cem anos. Só quero que minha mamãe continue viva. A enfermeira aceitou o escapulário e se preparou para me transferir para o último quarto disponível. Mas o primeiro amor do meu marido, Bianca, bloqueou a porta com seu cachorro no colo e disse: — Sinto muito, garotinho. Seu pai está preocupado que eu me sinta sozinha sem o meu cachorro. Este quarto foi reservado para meu cachorro.

Elena Rossi’s life ended the day a plane went down in Milan. One phone call stole her parents, her inheritance, and the future they built for her. What remained was a paralyzed younger brother, mounting hospital bills, and relatives who promised protection but left her with nothing. Survival becomes her only dream. Pride becomes optional. And when desperation pushes her onto a stage behind a mask, she tells herself it’s temporary. Adrian Vale does not believe in love. As the billionaire CEO of a global fashion empire, he believes in control, strategy, and clean exits. But when his grandfather’s failing kidneys turn time into a countdown, Adrian is forced into a choice he never wanted — marry his manipulative ex or lose the only family he has left. So he makes a deal instead.A contract marriage with the last woman anyone would expect.Two years. No feelings. No intimacy. No strings attached. He is a man who no longer believes in love and she is a girl in desperate search for mean. What begins as an arrangement of convenience slowly becomes something far more dangerous. Between hospital corridors, shared grief, and sacrifices no one asked for, lines blur. And when their fake marriage is exposed to the world, pride tears them apart — leaving behind secrets that could bind them forever. Because some contracts expire,but love doesn’t follow terms. What happens when a deal meant to be temporary changes the course of your life? Can true love actually blossom from a contract marriage? Would their love story survive the test of pride?

"Help me tighten this?" Her voice trembles as she turns her bare back to the doorway. Calloused fingers brush her spine – but it’s not her stepmother. It’s Asher Voss, SU’s star quarterback and her new stepbrother, smirking in the mirror， "Next time you mistake me for Mom..." His breath scorches her ear. "...I’ll leave a real mark." To survive the sweltering New York summer before college, Wendy Wu makes a deal with Asher: Act like strangers once school starts. He’ll remain the untouchable quarterback; she’ll be just another exchange student. No eye contact. No acknowledgement. Ever. But when her father’s long hauls and her stepmother’s busy schedule force Asher into babysitting duty, the lines blur: In the kitchen, he catches her weeping over a shelter documentary and lifts her against his sweat-drenched chest. Garage doors rattle open – his grip tightens: "Hold on. Unless you want them to see you like this." At a party, her friend spots a cherry hair tie on his wrist before he drags her into a dark hallway: "You didn’t want to see me?" His whiskey-laced kiss brands her lips. "Yet your eyes undressed me all night." In a restaurant, a rival girl glares through the window. He traps Wendy’s thigh under the table， "Call me ‘brother’ and I’ll save you."  Their secret collapses. Wendy ends it, and he freezes her out in public， "Do I know you?" Until a rain-lashed night when Ahser, drenched and desperate, pins her to the wall， "Don’t tell me you do not regret the breakup" His teeth find her collarbone. "I have to admit it-- I miss you." Can a love forged in stolen touches survive the spotlight? Or will their step-sibling bond shatter them both?

Love is a rebel that never plays by the rules. It lives to defy all odds. ~ My name is Seraphina Sterling, and Alexander Harrington is my mortal enemy. His world and mine are all about money and contracts and power. Yet, when an unexpected turn of events collided us together, an unlikely friendship sparked between us, and despite my every instinct, I allowed that friendship to blossom into love. A forbidden love that all odds have sworn to ruin. To tear apart into shreds. Despite after finding out that he is the son of my father’s fiercest rival, the CEO of Glimmering Vision, I still loved him. And he still loved me too, despite knowing that I am the sharp-tongued daughter of the CEO of Radiant Treasures. But then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed when our secret relationship came into the limelight. When the truth was revealed to our parents, I was made by my father to vow an oath never to see Alexander again, but being the defiant daughter that I am, I broke my vow to unite with the love of my life. However, every disobedience has a consequence, and my father has sworn to keep me away from Alexander, even if it means I have to be pawned off in an arranged marriage to the son of his business partner, Derrick Montrell. Now, Derrick is falling in love with me. He is getting obsessed and infatuated with me, also vowing to do anything to win my heart. But my heart already belongs to someone else, and Alexander has sworn to be damned over his dead body if he ever allows any other man to claim me.

“I need this job, Ralph, and I’m willing to do anything to get the job, I mean anything you want.” I told him, walking over to his side and sitting on his table, spreading my legs to give him a good view of my thong. “What makes you think I would fall for this cheap act of yours, what makes you even think I’m interested in your body?” he asks me, his eyes fixed on my cleavage. “I know you like me, Ralph, you can’t take your eyes off my body, I see you drooling when I walk by and I know you want more of me. Besides, how can you not want more when you’ve had a taste of me already. You popped my cherry, remember?” I asked him, putting my legs on his armchair, fixing my eyes on his. “Fine, you win, you got the job, goddamit! Just get out of my office before I do something stupid.” He yelled at me, pulling his hand through his hair in frustration. I smiled excitedly as I jumped down from the table, heading for the exit. “And Victoria, ”he called out to me as I opened his office door. I turned with a raised brow praying in my heart that he doesn’t change his mind. “Be very careful around me, I can be very dangerous when provoked. This emotional blackmail won’t work on me all the time. The next time you try to seduce me again, I won’t hold back, I would screw you right here on the bare table,” he warned me sternly. I know that was meant to sound like a threat, yet I moaned at the thought of him bending me over on his table and screwing my brains out.