Compendium Of The Social Doctrine Of The Church

Bellatrix, the youngest daughter of Oleg Alexive. Before two days of marriage, betrayed by her fiance, Bellatrix leaves her home with her sister, Valerie, who is a nun. Valerie takes Bellatrix to her city and arranges for her to live with a woman named Madam. One day, while bathing in a lake, Bellatrix and Madam find a sick man named Nicholas lying nearby. They took him home and cured him. After a few days passed, Bellatrix started to feel something towards Nicholas. Tragedy strikes when a group of half-demon wolves attack the church and attempt to kill Sister Valerie. Bellatrix witnesses the murder and learns that Nicholas ordered them to kill Valerie, causing her to develop a deep hatred for him. Heartbroken and angry, Bellatrix enters Nicholas palace to find a way to kill him. Nicholas tried to keep his distance from Bellatrix, but his forbidden feelings for her made it difficult for him to control his actions. Nicholas soon discovers a shocking truth: Bellatrix is actually the descendant of his enemy, for whom he lost everything, and a protector of moonstone. Moonstone, a familiar word in the paranormal world, as it can make anyone one of the most powerful people in the world. Nicholas is tasked with acquiring the moonstone that will make his tribe powerful. Yet to regain Moonstone’s power, he has to make sure that Bellatrix loves him since she is the protector of Moonstone, and after that, in any case, he has to kill her. What will happen in this tale when one wants to seek revenge and one uses “Love” to achieve power?

She was the good girl, the kind who went to church, held onto hope, and believed love was patient, kind, and safe. He was the golden boy, a charming athlete with a dangerous edge and a past full of secrets. When their worlds collided, it wasn’t gentle. It was wild. All-consuming. Addictive. From the very beginning, he swept her off her feet , with compliments, promises, and intense affection. She fell hard. He changed her, slowly pulling her away from her values, her friends, and herself. But behind the sweet messages and stolen kisses was something darker: cheating, manipulation, and obsession. When she made one mistake, one moment of weakness, he unraveled. Possessive. Cold. Punishing. Their love turned into a battleground of blame, silence, and control. She finally found the strength to walk away. Two months of no contact. Healing. Distance. She went overseas to find space from the chaos. But just as she began to breathe again, he messaged her. They reunited. Briefly. Just long enough for her to realize the truth: he hadn’t changed. But she had. This is the story of a girl who lost herself in someone else’s world, and slowly, powerfully, found her way back. It’s about love bombing, heartbreak, emotional survival, and becoming your own safe place. She meets other men, learns new lessons, and begins to understand that what she really wants isn’t chaos disguised as passion… It’s peace. Wholeness. Companionship built on truth. He was never her forever. But he was the lesson she needed to meet the love she deserved.

In the third year of our marriage, my wife’s ex-boyfriend of eight years suddenly posted a picture on social media showing off a multi-million-dollar wedding house. His caption read: “Wow, got myself a huge villa, I’m the master of charming women!” I stared in shock at the picture, which showed my wife swiping her card at a sales office, and left a single comment: "?" A second later, my wife called to scold me. “I was just fulfilling a promise I made to him back when we were dating, buying him a house. Why are you getting mad at him?” “What? Are you really going to be so vicious as to force me to break my word?” That evening, her ex showed off another lavish post, this time flaunting a renovation bill worth hundreds of thousands. I knew it was a gift from my wife to please him. But by then, I no longer cared.

My husband, Jonathan Rivers, was a notorious playboy in Polesburg's elite circles. Beautiful women surrounded him constantly, yet he claimed to have fallen for me at first sight, saying it was a love that would last forever. He dismissed all the other women around him for my sake. Everyone said I was his destined soulmate. Seven years into our marriage, I had seven abortions for him, simply because he said he did not like children. Then on Father's Day, I saw him on his secretary's social media feed. The same man who claimed to be away on business was there with a child beside him, calling him "Daddy" loudly. It turned out that when he said he did not like children, he meant that he did not like children with me. I dialed his number through tears. "Do you want another wife?"

On the 20th of May, Stella Jewell posted a new update of her status on social media: Single, Free to Mingle. PS: Priorities for physically healthy individuals. The accompanying image was a divorce certificate. This surge of actions from Stella was just like she was in the past when she had married into the Kane family without warning. This news caused carnage within her circle of friends. Right after her breakup, she implied that her ex-husband, Keegan Kane, was sterile. Did she have a death wish for doing so? Who is Keegan Kane? A ruthless person that could sue the media company, that had made rumors, until they were bankrupt. Would he tolerate his ex-wife, who left the marriage with nothing, to connote him in such a way? In the end, after twenty minutes, everyone had their jaws dropped again. Under Stella's new account, the newly registered account commented, "Let me out of the blacklist!"

I was head over heels for Jace Johnston for ten long years, but to him, I was just plain crackers: "Lacking flavor, but folks still nibble on them." Meanwhile, he was getting cozy with another girl behind my back. After a decade of playing childhood sweethearts, I realized it led nowhere. I was done being his side dish. So, I decided to marry someone else. Then, Jace knocked on my door in the middle of the night. "Rea..." "Mr. Johnston, can I help you?" I asked. Just then, a deep voice boomed from my bedroom, "Honey, where did you put my underwear?" Jace stumbled and practically coughed blood right there. Next thing I knew, he was venting on social media, posting: [Some people leave a hole that never fills. Love isn't promised forever, so hold her close and cherish every heartbeat while you can.]

Emily Denver believed she had been married to Chuck Morrison for three years. It wasn't until she was planning their third anniversary that she made a horrifying discovery: the marriage certificate she'd cherished was a complete forgery. Her husband's real wife turned out to be… her best friend. For three years, Chuck and his entire family had played her for a fool, weaving an elaborate lie to keep her trapped. And it was all because a car accident—the one where she'd saved his life—had left her unable to have children. Chuck had the nerve to say, "I do love you, Emily. I just want us to have a child." Her "best friend" Catherine simpered, "I never meant to hurt you. I just want to be part of your lives, part of your family." Emily looked at them, her heart turning to ice. "You're both insane." Fine. If they wanted to play a twisted game, she would play—and she would win. They tried to steal her business project? She turned around and married the heir to the most powerful conglomerate in the city, becoming the very client they had to grovel to. They denied her the wedding of her dreams? Her new husband offered a bride price worth billions, and their ceremony was the social event of the decade. They whispered behind her back about being barren? She gave birth to beautiful, healthy twins and watched them choke on their envy. When news of the heir's marriage first broke, the social elite collectively pitied his new bride. Everyone knew he carried a torch for a woman he could never have—a lost love who was already married to another man. The rumors said he was so heartbroken when she walked down the aisle that he tried to take his own life. They whispered that he still watched films she had starred in, weeping in the dark. So when Emily, after having his children, decided to "set him free" for the sake of his legendary first love, the heir clutched her desperately, his voice raw with emotion. "Who is spreading these vicious lies? Darling, you have to believe me! There has never been anyone but you!"

This Thanksgiving, Elmer Fuller finally agrees to go on a trip with me. But when I wake up in the hotel, I don't see him anywhere. I spend the entire day desperately searching for him, only to stumble across a social media post from his first love. It's a selfie of her and Elmer having a cozy family dinner with her parents. The caption reads, "Someone's finally meeting the parents on Thanksgiving night. Mom and Dad can stop pressuring me to get married now!" Around her neck is the scarf my mother knitted for me before she passed. I left a comment. "Stop using my things to flirt with my husband. Take the scarf off—you can have him." Not long after, she posts an update. The scarf is shredded into pieces and tossed into a dog bed, with the caption, "What trash—too filthy even for a dog!" Elmer likes the post.

A few days before my postpartum period ended, I found two plane tickets to Mirelia tucked inside Daryl’s wallet. I was secretly delighted. I thought he had planned a surprise for me. But on the very day I was supposed to recover, he told me that his company had suddenly sent him on a business trip. I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep—only to see his first love post on social media. [Finally fulfilled our promise to kiss at Saint Vyron Cathedral. Thank you, God. After all this time, it’s still you.] The photo showed the two of them holding hands and kissing. I didn’t confront him right away. Instead, I turned to look at my sleeping daughter beside me, then picked up my phone. [Dad, I've made up my mind. I'll take over the family business.]

On the first day of classes, my roommate gives me a crystal bracelet as a welcome gift. Without thinking, I quickly adorn it around her mother's wrist. In my past life, my roommate wanted to be a social butterfly. She was determined to have a hundred boyfriends by the time she graduated. But no matter how reckless she was, she never ended up conceiving. On the other hand, I kept getting pregnant and having countless miscarriages. But unlike her, I had never been in a relationship. The entire university mocked me, labeling me promiscuous and shameless. During my 66th miscarriage, I died on the operating table from severe bleeding. It was only after death that I realized the crystal bracelet my roommate gave me had somehow linked our wombs together. As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized I had gone back to the first day of the semester.