Dear Future Self Letter

"I will be your mistress, Adrian. Just let my family live." Adrian lifted his glass of wine. A faint smile curved his lips. "I thought they would send me the adopted daughter," he said, "I didn't expect you." "Everyone said your brother spoiled you like a princess. Turns out that was just a joke." The tip of the pen paused, stabbing a small blot of ink onto the paper. I signed my name, calm to the point of silence. The contract would take effect in three days. Then, I would cut all ties with the Willis name. I traded myself for the survival of the Willis family and my own permanent release.

To help my surgeon husband with his erectile dysfunction, I made an appointment with an expert six months in advance. But as the day approached, Isiah Coleman canceled it without explanation. Just as I was about to call him to demand answers, I spotted a post from his female friend on her social media. My usually stoic husband was beaming as he wrapped his arms around her. The caption read: [Only I can cure your illness.] What struck me, though, was the telltale bulge in his pants in the photo—a reaction I'd never seen from him with me. With a cold laugh, I liked the post and left a comment: [What a miracle worker!] The post exploded, with everyone speculating whether I'd confront the mistress. But what awaited him after the holiday was our freshly printed divorce certificate.

My boyfriend, Jacob Torrance, claimed he hated being touched. Five years together, and all I got were stiff hand-holds and the rare side-hug. Even in bed, he kept his distance. I figured he was just emotionally shut off. Then he dropped this: he wanted a kid—with his mentor's daughter. "Take it as a sperm donation," he said. "Dr. Lynn asked me before he died. Wendy's got no one else." I smiled. "You don't have to explain. I support you." When you're over someone, there's no point fighting about what's right or wrong.

"Why did you hide it from me, Tyrus? Karapatan ko din na malaman 'yon. You're so cruel. You're selfish. I hate you!" Nyx shouted and run away from him. ——**—— Lie as long as you want. Make a lie whoever person it is but stop lying to those people who wanted a justice because if you lie, make sure that you're ready to face your consequences. Karma is a real bitch.

There's this unspoken rule in werewolf high society: no matter how tight the mate bond is, business banquets mean booking a hostess. Six years into our bond, my Alpha mate—Brian Stormclaw—met one. Louise. A scrappy Omega with too much pride and not enough sense. When he offered her his black card, she pushed it back and said, "I'm not some Alpha's pampered pet." Brian? Instantly hooked. Like the Moon Goddess herself had dropped her in his lap. He chased her like he wanted her mark on every pack crest. But he forgot something—I was the Luna he wrote ninety-nine love letters to before I said yes. I didn't beg. Didn't snap. Every time he chose her over me, I lit another letter. First one burned on our anniversary—he bailed to wait outside Louise's flower shop, just to walk her home. Letter thirty-four? He left me stranded in a dangerous hunting ground to keep her company. Said she was scared of the dark. Fifty-two? Torched the second he replaced our wedding photo with some sketch she made on. ... And when the ninety-ninth turned to ash, so did whatever was left of us. I walked away. For good.

A girl trying to survive the cruelty of the world and a man looking for peace and purpose. They are bound to meet and fulfill the promise they made from their past life; that they will cross different lifetimes to find each other until their love find its way home. A brave soldier and an extraordinary girl lived a chaotic love story in the middle of a war. An activist and a doctor, a love that rose between the pavements amidst the Martial Law. And a story of a boy and a girl who's trying to look for a reason to survive and hold on to their lives. Three different stories in three different lifetimes of the same people who chose to love and chase it until they're finally home.

Liam is a runaway, who is trying to make a better life away from his abusive family, and has to continue to run

At my mother's funeral, I caught my husband passionately kissing a sales associate at the local department store. When I confronted him about it, he turned the tables and accused me of being paranoid and delusional. Later, I discovered she had been calling my husband "daddy" in their text messages. The betrayal left me emotionally numb, and I decided to step aside, giving them my blessing. What I did not expect was discovering that she was not just involved with my husband—she had been sleeping around with multiple men. When my husband finally learned the truth, he came crawling back to me with tears streaming down his face, begging for forgiveness. By then, I had already moved on with my life and wanted nothing to do with him.

Lanjutan dari ~ Dear Secretary ~ Tidak ada hubungannya dengan My Arrogant Lawyer. ~~~ Karena masa lalu sang bunda yang pernah menikah hingga tiga kali, membuat Aya memiliki tiga orang pria yang dipanggilnya, ayah, papa dan papi. Aya sendiri merupakan anak dari pernikahan kedua sang bunda. Namun, karena masa lalu itu pula, kehidupan Aya menjadi sasaran balas dendam. “Maaf, tapi aku gak tertarik untuk menikah, aku memilih untuk hidup selibat.” Cahaya Bhanuresmi 

Vito lays down his rules: She belongs to him now. No escape. No other men. No defiance. But Ortensia isn’t one to submit so easily. She pushes him, taunts him, tempts him. And when she disobeys, he makes sure she learns her lesson… in ways that leave her breathless. Their nights are filled with heated battles, rough punishments, and forbidden touches. He swears he won’t fall for her tricks, won’t let her get under his skin. But every time she fights him, he only wants to break her more to hear her beg, to see her surrender… But in this twisted game of dominance and desire, who will truly end up owned?