Do I Deserve To Be Loved

Na minha vida passada, coloquei em segredo uma Poção do Amor no copo do meu companheiro destinado e Alfa, Jason Green. Como o esperado, ele se apaixonou por mim. Nós realizamos a mais grandiosa cerimônia de vínculo de companheiros da história da nossa alcateia e viramos o casal que todo mundo invejava. O efeito da Poção do Amor durava sete anos. Ingênua, eu acreditei que isso bastaria para conquistar o coração verdadeiro dele. Mas a amiga de infância do Jason, Lilian Foster, trocou a própria língua com uma bruxa do mercado negro pelo antídoto. No instante em que a verdade veio à tona, o amor nos olhos de Jason se transformou num ódio que parecia atravessar os ossos. Ele me vendeu no mercado negro como cobaia viva para experimentos e me forçou a beber um Frasco de Feitiço Corrosivo. Por dentro, eu apodreci, e morri de pura dor. Mas eu regressei no tempo, segurando de novo aquele mesmo frasco da Poção do Amor. Dessa vez, eu não hesitei. Eu bebi tudo de uma vez só. "Dessa vez, não vou implorar por seu amor de novo, Jason," murmurei em pensamentos. "Eu pretendo me amar," eu disse baixinho para mim. Então… por que foi ele quem acabou se arrependendo?

"I, Alpha Dylan Langley, Alpha of the waterside pack, reject you, Esme West, pack member of Waterside West, to be my mate and Luna" On Esme's 18th birthday, she figured that the Alpha of the pack was her true mate, which meant she would be Luna to the waterside pack. She felt the mate bond breaking, and it hurt so much. She didn't know if she was strong enough to handle the rejection completely. She was holding back her tears to show him no weakness and no emotion towards his rejection. "I, Esme West of the waterside pack, accept your rejection to be your mate and Luna of this pack" I turn towards the entrance of the pack gates and slowly walk towards our home, where my brother waits for me. I didn't want to cry. I heard of the tales of being 'Rejected' and the pain it causes to fated mates, but I never thought I would be rejected. I especially didn't think the moon goddess would have the Alpha to be my mate. I'm nothing but a lowly omega. I know my place, and it isn't by his side. I work for nothing, and I am the pack's punching bag. Especially the queen bee herself, who has always wanted Alpha Dylan to be her mate...Adeline Carter... Some wolves who have been rejected have often left the pack and survive, but others haven't been so lucky and have managed to find a new pack that is willing to take them in within the time frame of 2 weeks, and they are automatically classed as rogues. Rogues are wolves who have no packs. Some are nice, but the thing I have heard is that some rogues will kill to get what and where they want to be in the chain.

That had to be the happiest day of Daliah's life: meeting her mate, the pack's future alpha. But he rejected her, humiliated her and ordered Daliah to be locked in a cage during the moon ceremony. Daliah had given up hope. Trapped, hungry and cold, she didn't see a way out for herself. But fate had one more surprise for Daliah: a second-chance mate. The Lycan King!

Nang dahil sa isang car accident na kinasasangkutan ni Mayumi Santillan at ng first love ng kanyang asawa na si Xavier Valerio ay nawala ang kanyang anak sa kanyang sinapupunan. Hindi pa alam ni Xavier ang tungkol sa kanyang pinagbubuntis dahil palagi itong nakatutok sa first love nitong si Ysabel Cotez. Oo, isang kasunduan lang kung bakit sila kinasal ni Xavier. Sa limang taong pagsasama nila ay hindi man lang siya nito nakuhang mahalin. She knows that Xavier doesn’t love her at hindi na niya kayang tumagal pa sa piling nito. “Xavier... I want a divorce!” “WHAT???” Sandaling natigilan si Xavier. Iniisip kung tama ang kanyang narinig. “You heard me, Xavier. I want a divorce.” “Mayumi, what game are you trying to play now?” “I’m serious!” “Xavier, pinapalaya na kita na makasama si Ysabel nang tuluyan. Nakikipag-usap na ako sa abogado. Andito ako sa ospital room sa itaas. Pumunta ka dito at pag-usapan natin ang tungkol sa diborsyo.” Pero bago pa siya makapagsalita ay pinutol siya ni Xavier. “Wala akong oras!” mabilis nitong sabi saka pinatay ang telepono. Nakatitig lang siya sa kanyang telepono. Bakit may pakiramdam siyang umiiwas si Xavier sa usaping diborsyo? Could it be… NO!… wala siyang pakialam sa akin. Hindi niya ako mahal at hindi kailanman mamahalin…

"I don't love you anymore! Our marriage is a mistake!" my husband said. I went through a miserable time. My husband Owen, who grew up with me, cheated on me with my best friend. I couldn't believe they would treat me in such a cruel way! No matter how hard I tried to save our marriage. Our love was gone. I thought I would never find true love, but another man came into my life–Raymond, who is Owen's uncle. His gentleness and thoughtfulness touched my heart. What's the end of our love story?

**"This isn’t just any party, it’s your wedding."** The words hit me like a truck as I stood frozen in disbelief. **"To Angelo Rizzo."** My stepbrother’s voice was cold, detached. My heart pounded in my chest. **"You’re joking, right?"** But one look at his face told me he wasn’t. **"You’re the payment for my debt to the Cosa Nostra."** His betrayal was a knife twisting in my gut. --- Attending a party with my stepbrother, I was prepared for an ordinary night. Instead, I was thrown into a nightmare. Without warning, I found myself standing beside Angelo Rizzo—a man as feared as he is cold—as his bride. My stepbrother owed the Cosa Nostra money, and I was his only way out. With no escape and no choice, I now wear a wedding ring tied to a man I fear. Three hours later, my world has turned upside down. There’s no running from Angelo, no hiding from the life ahead. My only hope? To survive being married to the infamous Angelo Rizzo.

Akala ni Margaret, sapat na ang pagmamahal para buuin ang isang pamilya. Pero matapos ang pitong taon ng malamig na pagtrato, pagtataksil ng asawa, at pangungutya ng sariling anak, napuno na siya. Iniwan niya ang lahat—at muling binuo ang sarili. Ngayon, isa na siyang sikat na fashion designer at pintor na hinahangaan sa buong mundo. Pero ngayong wala na siya, bigla silang ayaw siyang pakawalan. Bakit kailangang mawala siya bago nila mapagtanto ang halaga niya?

I was the side character, the one destined to be neglected, forgotten, and never chosen. In the novel’s story, I was merely a background existence—the woman fated to marry the male lead, yet never once receive his love. The wife who shared his name but never his attention. Salvatore Mancini. The perfect male lead. Cold, powerful, and admired by everyone. Except me. Because in this story, his heart already belonged to someone else. When I first realized I had transmigrated into this novel, I thought I could change my fate. I tried to avoid the original scenes, tried to step away from the plot. But every time I tried to change something…I returned to the same place. The same moment, the same outcome. As if the unseen author of this story was reminding me again and again: You are only a puppet, and puppets don’t decide their roles. So I stopped resisting. If the story wanted me to be the neglected wife, then I would simply live quietly and let the plot run its course. That was my plan. Until one night, when I finally looked at the man and said casually— “Tell me something, Mr. Mancini. Aren’t you supposed to be my husband?” His cold eyes narrowed slightly, but I simply leaned back and smiled. “Then fulfill your role properly. Let’s see… what kind of man the great Salvatore Mancini is.” For the first time since our marriage he actually looked at me, not through me. At me. I didn’t know what changed after that, but from that night onward. Even when he looked at me with clear irritation. Salvatore Mancini began appearing around me more and more. Which left me with a very unsettling thought. The plot…It didn’t change, right?

To help my "destitute" husband pay off his debts, I scavenged for scraps for five years. My son and I survived on expired canned food. That changed on my son's birthday. I saw him in a bespoke suit, spending millions to celebrate the birthday of the woman he truly loved. That was the moment I realized he was actually the most powerful billionaire on Wall Street. To please the love of his life, he let our child be injected with unknown drugs, leaving him on the brink of death. He even forced me to drain my own blood to save her son. Later, I became someone he could no longer reach. I linked arms with a man far more powerful than him and walked away. That once arrogant man ended up kneeling in the Arctic snow, clutching a photo I had burned, weeping like a stray dog.

On the day of my wedding to Elliot Wendell, a fake heiress committed suicide. In the second year of our marriage, we ended up enemies. He hated me, the true heiress, for returning and causing Celeste Dent’s death. I hated him for loving the woman who had taken my place as an heiress for twenty years. During the ten years of our marriage, we fought each other with vicious words and wished for the other to die. Then, there was an earthquake, and he shielded me beneath him. He protected me with his back. The building collapsed, and he ended up a mangled and bloody corpse. As he lay dying, he whispered into my ear, “If I had known that she would die, I would’ve never taken you home.” “If we ever meet again, it would be better if I were your only family.” In the end, I still died in the secondary quakes. When I opened my eyes again, I found that I had gone back in time. It was the day when he brought me to the Dent family to regain my rightful place among them. Elliot suddenly changed his mind and said, “Samantha, I was wrong. You’re not the daughter the Dent family lost twenty years ago.”