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It only took a moment to burn everything down. For five years, Isla Merrick played the part—soft-spoken wife, graceful hostess, quiet shadow to Callum Braxton’s powerful presence. She became what the world expected: dutiful, polished, harmless. Then came his cold declaration: “Let’s get divorced.” No emotion. No explanation. Just a clean cut—like a business deal. But Callum never knew she had been waiting for that moment. Planning for it. Beneath the composed surface, Isla had been sharpening the edges he once dulled. Because Isla Merrick had a past—and it wasn’t the scandal the tabloids spun. It was deeper. Sharper. Before she was Mrs. Braxton, she trained at Summerdell—an elite, off-the-record martial arts academy. Whispers of crime and prison blurred the truth, but Isla stayed silent. She had bigger plans. Three years later, she returns—not to reconcile, but to reintroduce herself. Isla Merrick now runs a luxury fashion empire, famous for turning scandal into power. And when she steps into the country’s most elite gala, draped in elegance and authority, Callum barely recognizes her. But she recognizes him. Before he can speak, a figure joins her—Dorian Kane. Ruthless investor. Public obsession. His hand rests on Isla’s waist like it belongs there. “Just so we’re clear, Braxton,” Dorian says coolly. “She’s not yours. Not anymore.” For Callum, it’s the beginning of a reckoning. For Isla, it’s the first breath of freedom. She isn’t the woman who once begged to be loved. She’s the woman who knows she never needed to be. And this time, she’s not just rewriting the story—she’s owning the ending.

Even though I was the one who broke my ribs in the car accident, my boyfriend Jared decided to take care of his drunk ex-girlfriend instead. When I called to ask him to spend time with me in the hospital, he berated me. “Why are you so clingy? Can’t you tell that Isabelle needs me right now? “You’re a nurse, aren’t you? What, you can’t even take care of yourself now?” Heartbroken, I suggested we break up, only to be met with anger. “I was going to propose to you, you know? Considering how influential my family business is, I need to make sure I choose my wife wisely. “Today was a test to see if you have what it takes to be the next Mrs. Carter. I thought you would be independent and selfless. I expect my future wife to have my back no matter what. “Look at yourself now. You can’t even take care of yourself over something so insignificant! I’m disappointed, Charmaine.” The next day, he posted a picture of himself and his ex-girlfriend on social media. The image’s caption was targeted at me: [You’d better think twice and apologize, Charmaine, or I’ll just date someone else.] I did not apologize. I had had enough of him, so I left the city. Three years later, I saw him again in the lobby of the Financial Tower. I was wearing a heavy onesie costume and sporting a full face of cosplay makeup, while he was wearing an expensive suit and had Isabelle hanging delicately from his arm. He recognized me immediately and laughed. “I knew you never moved on from me, Charmaine! Does it hurt to know I’ll be marrying someone else? “That’s what you’re doing here, right? You’re trying to cosplay as my favorite Marvel character to get my attention. “Maybe I’ll consider taking you back if you kneel and apologize.” I did not deign to reply. I had indeed loved him once upon a time, but today was my son’s birthday, and the cosplay was my surprise for him...

Nang dahil sa hirap ng buhay walang nagawa si Elyze kundi humingi ng tulong pinansyal sa kaniyang long time boyfriend na si Renz nang lumala ang sakit ng kaniyang ate Hope na asthma at nagkaroon pa ito ng komplikasyon sa puso. Kaya lang nagalit si Renz nang mag usap sila sa labas ng Hospital. Nag away silang dalawa at nauwi sa sumbatan. Naghiwalay sila dahil hindi matanggap ni Elyze na pagsasalitaan siya ng hindi maganda ni Renz. Narinig naman ni Oliverio ang pag uusap nang dalawa at nang tumakbo palayo si Elyze bumangga siya sa nakapaguwapong Bilyonaryo walang iba kundi si Oliverio, na siya ring CEO ng kompanya kung saan nagtatrabaho ang dalaga. Nakilala naman ni Elyze ang Boss kaya mas lalo siyang nahiya dahil naiyak siya nang mga oras na iyon. Hindi naman pinalampas ni Oliverio ang pagkakataon at inalok ng Kontrata tungkol sa kasal ang dalaga kapalit ng pagtulong nito sa problema niya. Dahil walang ibang pagpipilian pumayag si Elyze para maisalba ang kapatid. Ikinasal sila at napagamot ang kaniyang ate. Habang tumatagal nahulog sila sa isa't isa at nanatili silang in denial sa nararamdaman. Hahamakin kaya nila ang lahat para sa pag ibig?

5 tahun berlalu mereka bertemu kembali, bukan sebagai teman lama melainkan menjadi musuh!. Wei selalu menjadi sosok yang sempurna baginya, meski kini Wei telah berubah. Katanya cinta pertama tak tergantikan, meski waktu berlalu namun masih terasa membekas. Begitu pula perasaan Zhang Meng Qi terhadap Wei zilian. Serangkaian kejadian manis dan berbagai konflik terjadi diantara mereka. Ketika Zhang Meng Qi mengetahui trauma Wei berhubungan dengannya, apakah ia akan menyerah? Di tengah konflik yang terjadi Zhang Meng Qi terlibat dalam cinta segi 4 . Kalian team mana? Wei cinta pertama vs David pahlawan kegelapan?

Si Leiron Vladimir Satander-Rocketfellers ay kakambal ni Kemuel Rassel na nagpunta sa Italy para magpanggap na isang Hardinero sa pamilya ng mga Winchester. Nakilala niya ang anak ni Mr. Winchester na si Haticia Hurrem Winchester. Si Mr. Charles Winchester ang boss ng Winchester Syndicate sa Italy. Plano niyang paibigin ang dalaga para makakalap ng impormasyon sa nasasakupan at plano ng kanyang ama. Kaulanan ay nahulog ang babae sa kaniyang patibong pero hindi lang pala ang babae ang nahulog pati na rin siya. Kahit alam niyang bawal. Hahamakin niya ba ang lahat para sa pag ibig? O tatalikuran ang babae para sa kaniyang misyon?

Our entire class gets dragged into The Tyrant's Atonement game. The only way to escape alive is to reach a 100% atonement score. The system lets us choose our roles. The class belle, Isolde Adler, picks the tyrant's first love. Her atonement score shoots straight to 99% on the first day. The class president, Asher Brooks, chooses to be a loyal chancellor. His atonement score jumps to 80%. Spectators watching the game flood the screen with comments. "This new batch is smart and way better at picking roles than the last. They might just clear the game in three days." "Even if just one person hits 100%, the whole class goes free. I'm looking forward to seeing who finishes first." "My money's on the first love. She's already at 99%." Just as everyone starts celebrating, the next morning hits us with bad news. All 20 classmates who picked their roles are dead, and Isolde suffers the cruelest fate of all.

My name is Cassie Aster. I was born Cassandra Burton. I wasn’t born rich, or with a powerful name. But I was born smart—some would say lucky. At fifteen, I entered a contest for a scholarship to the most prestigious school in the country: Aster Academy of Excellence. Out of more than four hundred applicants, only five were chosen. By sixteen, I was walking through its gates. That’s where I met him—Jacob Aster. The son of the school’s owners. The heir to one of the wealthiest families on Earth. I fell for him immediately, but I rejected him—over a hundred times. My studies, my scholarship, my future came first. To him, that meant only one thing: he had to buy my love. Over a decade later, we’re married. And to the world, I’m the luckiest girl alive—proof that fairy tales come true. From rags to riches, just like that. But I never thought of myself as having only rags. And I didn’t marry him for his riches. Still, every time he strays, he buys my forgiveness—for $100,000. For him, I gave up my career. For him, I live like a caged bird, taken out only for display. For him, I die a little every day. Every time my card doesn’t decline, my heart does. Most of his women at least have the shame to stay out of my sight. But not her. Coral Monroue is shameless. He favors her now. And I can’t help but wonder— will she be the one who finally pushes me to leave?

Late at night, my husband came home with a young model. "So, you are the washed-up wife that Mr. Dawson keeps at home?" The girl looked at me with a mocking smile and said. Jay Dawson, my husband, reeking of alcohol, glanced between us with interest. He then hugged the young girl and led her into the bedroom. I sat alone on the living room couch, wrapped in a blanket, and listened to their shameless noises all night. I endured it for two years. Our agreement had finally ended this year, and so had my love for Ethan. I walked away. But Ethan chased after me like a madman.

Like me, it seemed my younger sister was reborn. In our past life, she was obsessed with the golden boy of the elite circle. She would ditch classes, get into fights, and race through the streets at night all for him. In the end, she died for him in a storm and blamed me for all of it. After her rebirth, she manipulated our parents into transferring me to his class, notorious for being the worst in school. "Sis, this time, it’s your turn to get bullied by him. To fall for him. To suffer like I did." I just smiled. Coming back to life didn’t make her any smarter. Even if she lived a hundred lifetimes, she would never be a match for me.

When the earthquake struck, Pierse Jones instinctively shielded me with his body, taking the full brunt of the impact and suffering multiple fractures. In the hospital room, the girl in the next bed looked at me with envy and said, “Your husband didn’t even care about his own life to save you. He really loves you.” I forced a smile. “Yeah.” But just last night, after I had fallen asleep, he slipped into the bathroom, his voice soft and soothing as he spoke to someone else—his little mistress, “I’m fine, don’t cry. Be good.” “As long as I think of you, I’m not afraid of anything.” Pierse and I grew up together, from childhood sweethearts to each other’s first love. We had been together for ten years, admired by everyone as the perfect couple. No one knew he had a mistress on the side, a girl who looked just like me when I was eighteen.