Diary Of An Oxygen Thief

Manu has never had the opportunity to fall in love. He became an Alpha at a young age and was forced to take over his father's role as CEO at the same time. Several years later, he was known to be the very serious, intimidating, cold and ruthless Alpha CEO Manu of the famous City Magnificent Pack. And while women would gladly throw themselves at him, he was too busy to desire any of them. Until he met her… Uneducated and nearly illiterate, Sasha would do just everything for her younger siblings. And by "everything", she meant the entire world. Putting herself aside, she didn't care what the means were as long as she achieved the ends she wanted. When the beautiful but mischievous human thief and the handsome and powerful Alpha's worlds collided, Manu's heart was captivated for the very first time. But with Sasha's passionate hate to his kind, and his own destiny with his mate, would there be room for a happy ending to his first romance?

I, Cassandra Channing, don't stop my fiance, Hades Emerson, from rushing into the flames to save his non-biological niece, Olivia Emerson, this time. Instead, I watch as the fire swallows him whole. In my past life, a fire broke out at the hotel on our wedding day. Hades and I escaped in time, but Olivia was trapped inside. Seeing the flames grow bigger, I did everything I could to stop him from charging in to save her. When the fire was finally extinguished, Olivia was dead. Hades claimed he didn't blame me for the incident, and purchased diving tickets for me and our son on our third wedding anniversary. When we were 300 feet below sea level, he ripped out our oxygen tank and snarled, "You're the reason I couldn't save Olivia back then. Now, a life for a life." Crying, I begged him to understand that our son is innocent, but he swam away without looking back. In the end, my son and I suffocated to death. After dying, I learned that Hades had always been in love with Olivia. He hated me for stopping him from saving her. He blamed me for causing him to lose the love of his life. I am back on the day of the fire when I open my eyes again.

When I was reborn, Horace was pressing me down on the bed. His phone rang with a piercing ringtone, interrupting him from undressing me. After seeing the caller ID, the desire in his eyes instantly disappeared. Throwing a random bath towel on my body, he said, "Leave. My new girlfriend doesn't like it when I smell like someone else." Without another word, I got dressed and left without any complaint. In my past life, I wasn't willing to leave, and clung onto him, throwing away all my dignity, and I even became crippled after saving him during a car accident. As I wished, I became his wife, only because he said, "Let's have a baby. Then, even if I was no longer around, our child would be able to take care of you." I endured several life-threatening medical crises during my pregnancy, but then I overheard him talking to Vivian, "Vivi, you'll be saved once the kid is born." "But that's you and Rose's child, isn't it? Wouldn't she get mad if she knew?" Horace's voice was ice-cold. "I only let her live because she could still give birth. Did she think that I'd fall for a cripple?" In my anger, I pulled out my oxygen tube, and both I and my baby died. Now that I was reborn, I would never walk the same path once more.

The music made the speakers tremble, the floor vibrated with the rumble of the sound and the jumps of the crazy people. Each one in their own world, dancing together, dancing separately. Enjoying music, company and alcohol. I danced alone, with a drink in hand. Gliding, moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, not paying much attention to anything or anyone around me. Just enjoying that moment of inner peace that I was needing and he was giving it to me. It was a respite, a window that I opened myself in my own cage to let in air and I knew that as soon as I left the club the window would close and I would lock myself back in my world without fresh air. Therefore, he enjoyed everything he could. Alone. With eyes closed. Sweating the bad energy that others left me and breathing the good vibes that I had to give myself. They were approaching me. I drove them away. They invited me. I rejected them. they spoke to me I silenced them. I just wanted to dance and they were going to have to respect that. It was amazing how loud music could be my oxygen tank. It silenced my thoughts, freed me from tensions. There was nothing more relaxing in my life than dancing with my eyes closed and the volume turned up to a thousand. I twirled, I jumped, I wiggled, I hummed, and I sang. The brightly colored lights flickered making it difficult to see, but it was what I liked the most, going blind for an instant, forgetting that I had the ability to see the world, a false, disastrous and difficult world.

Elena Russo is a master thief and assassin, driven by revenge. Her mission is to infiltrate the life of mafia billionaire Lorenzo Salvatore, whom she believes is responsible for her father’s murder. Under the guise of an art dealer, Elena enters his world, but the lines between duty and desire blur as she uncovers hidden truths, including Lorenzo’s vulnerability and complex relations. When sparks fly between them, Elena finds herself caught between duty and desire. As she uncovers his deepest secrets, including a hidden child and a dangerous rival bent on his destruction, Elena realizes that her enemy is not the man she thought he was. Torn between her lingering feelings for Ethan, the FBI informant with his own dark agenda, and her undeniable attraction to Lorenzo, Elena must decide: can she risk her heart to get her revenge, or will she lose everything in the heist of her life? In a world of betrayals, lies, and shattered loyalties, love may be the deadliest game of all.

One brother hired her. The other can’t let her go. She only meant to play pretend. She never meant to steal a heart… or hide his heir. Gianna “Gigi” Rae Cuevas grew up with nothing, hustling on the streets just to survive. But one reckless act of bravery—saving billionaire Rafael De Luca from a thief—throws her into a world of wealth and power. Her reward? A deal too good to refuse: pretend to be Rafael’s girlfriend for one month. It should have been simple. Until Rafael’s older brother walks in. Leandro De Luca is cold, ruthless, and impossible to resist. He believes Gigi is a gold-digger. He wants her gone. But the more he fights it, the deeper he falls. When lies, betrayal, and scandal tear them apart, Gigi vanishes. Years later, she returns—with the one secret that could destroy them all. A forbidden romance. A dangerous bargain. And a love that refuses to stay buried.

One brother hired her. The other can’t let her go. She only meant to play pretend. She never meant to steal a heart… or hide his heir. Gianna “Gigi” Rae Cuevas grew up with nothing, hustling on the streets just to survive. But one reckless act of bravery—saving billionaire Rafael De Luca from a thief—throws her into a world of wealth and power. Her reward? A deal too good to refuse: pretend to be Rafael’s girlfriend for one month. It should have been simple. Until Rafael’s older brother walks in. Leandro De Luca is cold, ruthless, and impossible to resist. He believes Gigi is a gold-digger. He wants her gone. But the more he fights it, the deeper he falls. When lies, betrayal, and scandal tear them apart, Gigi vanishes. Years later, she returns with the one secret that could destroy them all. A forbidden romance. A dangerous bargain. And a love that refuses to stay buried.

INI BENAR-BENAR GILA! Rencana masa depan yang sudah Seo Jihye susun rapi dalam diary di kamarnya, mungkin hanya akan menjadi delusi di sudut otak. Setelah menyelesaikan kuliah dengan gemilang, mendapat pekerjaan tetap dengan gaji besar digadang-gadang akan menjadi pencapaiannya di waktu dekat. Jangan lupakan rencana keliling dunia sebelum usia tiga puluh, membayangkannya saja sudah membuatnya tertawa bahagia. Lantas, bagaimana dengan pernikahan? Bohong kalau dirinya tidak menuliskan tentang pernikahan impian. Berdiri di altar romantis yang menghadap bentangan kaldera di Santorini, mengucap janji suci bersama pria tampan, kaya raya dan humoris. Tak lupa menambahkan hidup di rumah bertaman luas dengan banyak anak berlarian di sana, terlalu dongengkah? Bahkan sampai minggu lalu, bayangan wajah calon suami masih buram dalam otaknya. Entah ini sebuah kesialan atau keberuntungan, tetapi jika ditilik dari kriteria suami impian. Pria yang berdiri di depan altar itu tentu saja sebuah ... mimpi buruk.

While we were scuba diving, my boyfriend, Raphael Carlisle, ripped off my oxygen mask and put it on his childhood friend, Lucia Fairchild, whose mask had started leaking. I was left thrashing helplessly in the freezing water. Just as I thought it was over, Raphael's younger brother, Gabriel Carlisle, swam over, breathed life into me, and brought me back to the surface. After he saved me, he presented me with the purple diamond ring he designed himself and proposed, "For as long as I live, I'll never let you face danger again." I believed that he was my one true love, so I married him, leaving my job behind to focus on starting a family. On the day Lucia was given a critical condition notice, I ended up in a car accident. As I lay half-conscious on the hospital bed, I overheard Gabriel talking with Raphael. "Get a doctor to induce labor right away! Lucia's illness can only be treated with a stem cell transplant from umbilical cord blood. The only reason I got Phoebe pregnant was for this very day." "But she's carrying our bloodline! How could you have someone hit her with a car?" Raphael yelled. Gabriel replied, "Lucy matters more to me! As for Phoebe, I can spoil her rotten once she wakes up." At that moment, I realized the love I held on to was nothing but a lie. If that was the case, I'd just leave.

There's an earthquake. My husband, the captain of the rescue team, abandons me to save Wendy Smith, his true love. I don't stop him. I let him go. Why? Because when he was faced with the same choice in my past life, he saved me because I was eight months pregnant. Meanwhile, Wendy remained trapped under the rubble. She ultimately died due to a lack of oxygen after the delayed rescue. Later, on the day I went into labor, my husband brought me to Wendy's grave. He watched me coldly as I collapsed on the ground from the searing pain. He ignored my pleas. "Does it hurt, Yelena? Wendy's pain was a thousand times worse when she was trapped under the rubble!" I stared at him in disbelief as he descended into insanity. "You were safe that night—you were in the safe triangle zone! Wendy would never have missed the best time for rescue if not for you using your pregnancy to threaten me! I want you to experience all the pain she went through!" He forced me down on my knees and bumped my head on the ground before Wendy's grave. He ignored the blood that flowed down my legs. Ultimately, I died after major blood loss from a difficult labor. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day the earthquake happened. This time, neither I nor my child will wait for him.