Danzo Young Face

A young lady, Lucia, was adopted by grandpa James when she was a teenager. She was taught to become the heiress of her foster family, but she had to hide her identity, from the public. Why? Hugh was assigned as Lucia's bodyguard, by grandpa James, but he hid his real identity from Lucia after he made a deal with grandpa James. He left his pack because of the promise he made to Licia, and also because he didn't want to become Alpha. What will happen when Lucia finds out about Hugh's identity? What will happen when Lucia's identity is revealed? What are the hidden dangers in their love story?

"Are you the hunter, or the hunted?" Aria Strong, codename Spider, is a killer raised by the Black Dahlia mafia group. When she is tasked with assassinating Cyrrus Lied, the rich billionaire with a perfect image, she infiltrates his company and attempts to seduce him — only to find he is all too eager to comply. But the more she gets to know him, the less she understands. Who is he really? What darkness is he hiding underneath that sunny smile? Aria tightens the net around him, but what she doesn't know is that he has her right in his trap...

Après l'incendie, je n'ai plus empêché mon fiancé d'aller sauver sa petite nièce. Je l'ai simplement regardé se précipiter dans les flammes, jusqu'à être englouti par le feu. Dans ma vie précédente, le jour de notre mariage, un incendie avait éclaté à l'hôtel. Mon fiancé et moi avions réussi à nous échapper à temps, mais sa petite nièce, sans lien de sang avec lui, était restée prisonnière. Les flammes étaient trop violentes. Alors que mon fiancé voulait s'élancer pour la sauver, je l'avais retenu de toutes mes forces. Quand le feu avait été éteint, il ne restait plus rien du corps de sa petite nièce. Mon fiancé disait qu'il ne m'en voulait pas, mais le jour de notre troisième anniversaire de mariage, il avait acheté deux billets de plongée pour moi et mon fils. À cent mètres sous l'eau, il avait arraché nos tuyaux d'oxygène avec un rictus cruel. « Puisque tu m'as empêché de sauver Élina ce jour-là, tu aurais dû payer de ta vie. » Je pleurais en lui criant que notre fils était innocent, mais il s'était détourné sans un regard en arrière. Mon fils et moi étions morts asphyxiés. Ce n'est qu'après ma mort que j'avais compris : Mon fiancé avait toujours aimé passionnément sa nièce sans lien de sang. Il me haïssait de l'avoir empêché de la sauver et de l'avoir privé à jamais de son amour. Quand j'ai rouvert les yeux, j'étais revenue au jour de l'incendie…

Lolita, istriku itu suka meng-update barang-barang mewah pemberianku di akun Facebook miliknya. Tidak hanya itu, dia juga suka membagikan moment acara-acara penting keluarga, jalan-jalan, liburan, ulang tahun, anniversary, dan kegiatan apa pun yang dilakukan bersamaku. Sayangnya, dia tidak tahu bahwa statusnya selalu dipantau istri siriku. Aku sih santai saja karena kedua wanita kesayanganku tetap senang. Toh, wajar ‘kan jika pria memiliki lebih dari satu perempuan di hidupnya?

Kehlani found out two things in one day; one, her soon to be husband was cheating on her, and second, that there was someone she looked so much like in this world and that same person was meant to get married but somehow, she was mistaken for that person. She ran away from a marriage, but ended up running into another one. Why does she have such a bad luck in choosing marriages?

Isang trahedya ang nagpabago sa buhay ni Lexxeignne. Naging instant multi-billionaire ito agad ng ipamana sa kanya ang lahat ng mga ari-arian ng kanyang amo ng ito ay maaksidente. Wala siyang nagawa kundi ang tanggapin ang napakabigat na responsibilidad sa buhay niya. Lalong-lalo na't nangangako siyang aalagaan ang mga ari-ariang ipinagkatiwala sa kanya. She's young, beautiful and intelligent. Kaya naman ay marami ang humahanga sa kanya. Ang akala niya ay tuluyan ng magbabago ang buhay niya at mamuhay ng tahimik ay hindi pala. Ang nakaraan na pilit niyang kinakalimutan ay pilit bumabalik kahit anong taboy niya. Ngunit paano kung ang nakaraan niya ang maglalagay sa buhay niya sa alanganin? Matatakasan kaya niya ang kamatayan?

Dante and I have been married for three years. But he never knew my real name. We’d had countless arguments over the past three years—over the petty details of everyday life. I can no longer tolerate such a ridiculous life like a puppet today. Calliope, that’s what he called me, but it was actually my twin sister’s name. My husband may never know that the woman who married him three years ago was a substitute bride. Three years ago, my sister abandoned us and left before the wedding with her lover. To prevent the anger of the Laurent’s, my family had no choice but to let me marry Dante instead of my sister. My phone rang again and again, I finally picked it up. "Throwing another tantrum, are you? Calliope, tell me what you are capable to do if you can not even be merely a housewife?" I knew Calliope could always get her way through her sweet voice and innocent smiles. She can be an obedient and perfect wife—something I could never manage. "Dante. I’m not joking.” I didn't know if my voice sounded a little sad. "You can’t be serious—" For the first time, I heard a tremor in the man's words. He doesn't love me. He likes to be in control. When he realized that his puppet was losing control, he began to panic. It's time for this farce to end. I clenched my phone and spoke to the man on the other end in the calmest voice of my life. "Dante, let's get a divorce." But what shocked me more than hearing Dante's answer was the person who suddenly appeared in front of me. Calliope, my twin sister, who disappeared for the whole three years. “Are you crazy? Why on earth would you want a divorce? That's Dante Laurent, a billionaire heir, every woman's dream！” “Calliope? Our parents and I all thought you would never show up again. I entered this wrong marriage because of your escape. Dante... he’s not that a husband out of your dreams.” “Seraphina, put away your ridiculous niceness and compassion. I have returned this time to take back what is MINE and my place.” She lifted my hand with a sneer and removed the wedding ring from my finger.

My sister-in-law, Maeve Cohen, floored my luxury car and blew past traffic at about 125 mph, killing a family of three. She pretended to be me and acted as if nothing could touch her. "Those idiots walked into my path! It's not my fault they got hit!" she snapped. "I'm the Lincoln Enterprise heiress. Even if I ran, who would dare catch me?" In my last life, Maeve said her husband wasn't home and she needed a car to visit her parents, so she borrowed mine. She ended up racing down the road, plowing into a family crossing the street, and driving back over them to make sure they were dead. The couple had just bought a house. The baby was only a month old. When the victims' family demanded an explanation, she hid behind my reputation and spat venom. "They're just three worthless people! I'm the Lincoln Enterprise heiress; why should I explain myself? Tell them to come to me for funeral expenses!" The grieving family couldn't take it and came to my in-laws' place. "Three worthless people, huh? Today, we'll end you so you can apologize to them in person!" My husband had died the year before. With no one to protect me, the victims' family turned on me, and I was stabbed to death. The valuable wedding gifts my family had given to me became Maeve's overnight. My family tried to appeal for me, but trolls who hated the rich maliciously reported tax problems about my father's company. My father was driven to exhaustion. One night, he fell asleep at the wheel, and the car plunged off a cliff, killing him. Only after I died did I discover it had all been Maeve's plan to ruin us out of spite. Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the day Maeve took my car and ran into those people.

"Ouch, that hurts!" Underneath the bright lights, the man makes me lie facedown on the bed. Then, he pushes my waist down from behind, seemingly looking for the best spot. I feel something odd press against me and cry out, telling him to stop. He doesn't, though. In fact, he grabs hold of my belt.

"Please, stop pushing. I can't take this anymore." The concert venue is packed tight. A man behind me keeps pressing into my backside. I'm wearing a mini skirt today with a thong underneath, and it only makes the situation worse. He lifts my skirt and presses himself against my hips. As the atmosphere heats up, someone in front of me slams into me, and I stumble back a step. My body stiffens as I feel like something just slid inside me.