Dumbledore's Family Tree

“Kael…please…make it fast. I want you.” ungol ko. At ginawa nga ni Kael, mabilis siyang gumalaw sa ibabaw ko, at sa sobrang bilis niya gusto ko na siyang tumigil lalo na’t mabigat ang paghawak niya sa baywang ko habang binabayo ako. “Kael…stop, ” Hindi natapos ang sasabihin ko nang bigla siyang tumigil. Tumayo siya, mabigat ang bawat galaw. Nakatitig lang sa sahig. “Kael?” mahina kong tanong. Tahimik siya at saka dahan-dahan siyang tumingin sa akin. “Solene,” sabi niya, kalmado. “Let’s get a divorce.” Parang may sumabog sa tenga ko. “Ano?” halos hindi ko marinig ang boses ko. “Ano’ng sinabi mo?” Tuwid ang tindig niyang sumagot. “I already talked to my lawyer.” Huminga ako nang malalim, pilit na pinapaklam ang sarili ko. “Bakit?” “She’s sick.” Tumigil siya sandali bago tumingin sa akin. “Si Natalyn… she only has six months left.” Namilog ang mga mata ko. “So?” “She wants to spend her last days as my wife.” Walang pagbabago sa tono niya. “After that… I’ll come back to you.” Napangiti ako. Mapait. “Babalik ka?” bulong ko. “Para ka lang aalis sa bakasyon.” “Please, Solene.” Mahina pero mariin. “She’s dying. Don’t make this harder.” Natahimik ako. Ang hangin sa pagitan naming dalawa ay mabigat. Ang mga kamay kong kanina’y nakayakap sa kanya, ngayo’y nakalapat sa kama, nakakuyom. Anong kahibangan ito? Hindi pa kami tapos sa ginagawa namin pero bigla nalang siyang titigil at isang nakakagulat na balita ang sasabihin sa akin?

I was a top-tier heart surgeon. The kind they gave a government-issued black SUV with diplomatic plates—armored, red-light-skipping, cleared-for-anything kind of ride. I parked it at my fiancé Marco Varonetti's place so he could keep it in shape. Bad call. One day, I got an emergency call: heart transplant for the Chancellor—yeah, that Chancellor, the one with state secrets ticking inside him. I rushed over to Marco's to grab the car. Right as I was about to leave, some rando slid into the back seat like she owned it. "Mall first. I need a mani," she barked. "Then get the ice cream Marco ordered. If it melts, I'll kill you." Excuse me? "This is my car," I said, trying to stay chill. "I've got a critical airport run. You need to get out." She rolled her eyes. "You're just the driver. Open those eyes and check the plate." Then the maid chimed in. "Everyone knows Mr. Varonetti takes Ms. Caro out in this car. Nobody says a word." I froze. Marco used my federally issued SUV... to chauffeur her? This wasn't just messy. This was criminal.

On her first day at work, a new colleague uploaded a 500-million-dollar property purchase agreement to the company group chat. The message was accompanied by the caption: “Thanks for the gift for my first day at work, Dad!” She quickly deleted it, following up with, “Sorry, wrong chat!” I frowned, recognizing the contract immediately. It was the same property my father gifted me for my birthday a month ago. Some sharp-eyed colleagues noticed the contract number and chimed in. “I have a relative in real estate. I remember this property. Our chairman bought it recently!” “So, the heiress has joined us to experience life. Forgive your humble servant for not recognizing you!” The chat was soon filled with flattering remarks. Even my stingy and miserly husband joined in. I felt a coldness in my heart and couldn’t help but respond in the group chat, “I recall the president always opposing ostentatious displays of wealth and advocating humility. This heiress seems to veer away from his usual philosophy.” Instead of support, I faced attacks from my husband and others. “Look at you being so poor and petty. How could you ever compare to Grace? Why did I ever marry someone so shortsighted?” “As if you know the president that well! I think you’re just jealous that Grace was born with a silver spoon!” I sneered coldly and, without hesitation, dialed the president’s number right in front of everyone. “Dad, I heard we’re not that close, hmm?”

"Let me clarify this so there's no more confusion. I reject Ava as my mate and accept Isabella as my Luna, now and forever.", Aiden said. With those devastating words, my heart shattered into a million pieces. Aiden, my childhood friend, the one who had always been there for me, had just revealed that our connection was nothing more than a challenge. The hidden affection I held for him was meaningless in the face of his choice. Determined to leave my past behind, I fled the pack. Six years later, I found myself a mother of triplets, but my world was once again shaken when my children were snatched from me. I had no choice but to return to the pack I'd left behind, no longer the innocent girl I once was. Fueled by a burning desire for retribution, I had a new ally by my side, Logan, who I soon discovered had been there with me all along. But as I fought what I thought were the right battles, I couldn't help but wonder, was I missing the real battle? The one that could save not only my children but also my own heart?

MORAL DISCLAIMER This is not a fairy tale. This is a descent. The following story explores themes of obsession, systemic betrayal, and high-stakes psychological warfare within a fractured family. It is deeply, unapologetically morally gray. If you are looking for heroes, turn back now. If you are looking for the truth behind the "perfect" mask, step inside—but don't say you weren't warned.

Adrian Rossi, the crown prince of Seat of Rossi would do anything his daughter asked him to do. And when she asked him to hire Camila Smith as her nanny, everything changed. She was able to break through his ice cold heart and make his numb heart love a woman again. But everything changed when the biggest secret even she didn't know about came out.

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains dark themes, including emotional manipulation, psychological trauma, violence, sexual content, abuse, and mature language. it also revolves to mafia/underworld. Reader discretion is advised. This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences (18+). Please read responsibly. “Choose wisely, baby, because if I'm the one who decides for you, you'll never walk out of my life. Never. Fucking. Again. ” Ako si Diamon. Akala ko nahanap ko na ang pag-ibig na inaasam ko dahil may asawa akong mapagmahal, maalaga at kapiling ko sa mapayapang tahanan. Akala ko lang pala. Dahil dumating ang araw na nagdilim ang tahanang puno ng kulay nang nalaman naming hindi kami magkakaanak dahil hindi ko kayang magdalang-tao. Ang isang payapang tahanan ay naging isang kulungan, saksi ng pang-aabuso at pagkontrol. Pero kahit ganon… Kumakapit pa rin ako sa alaala ng pagmamahalan namin ng aking asawa. Sa gitna ng sakit—dumating si Lazarro. Ang half-brother ng aking asawa. Misteryoso. Tahimik. At… May sariling dilim. Pero tila ba iba ang pakikitungo nito sa akin. At sa bawat titig at pananalita niya’y nakakaramdam ako ng… kapayapaan at kaligtasan. Pero bakit ganon? Tila ba kaya niyang baliktarin ang lahat ng paniniwala ko. Para bang… Kaya niya akong gawing kaniya. Handa ba akong sumugal sa nag-aalab na damdaming ito kung kapalit naman ay pangib, gulo o… buhay ko mismo?

"Speaking, Mr. Thompson. What can I--" "I'm looking for my wife, Mr. Montevista. Is she with you, by any chance?" Hinaing nito sa kabilang linya dahilan para magngitngit nang galit lalo si Deiah sa narinig nitong salitang "wife" Ang lakas nga naman ng loob nitong tawagin siya nitong wife pagkatapos siyang pilitin nitong pirmahan ang papel na iyon. "Excuse me. Mawalang galang pero puwede bang piliin mo ang mga salita mo, Mr. Thompson. Ex-wife mo na ako ngayon. Hindi asawa." May diin sa tono ng pagkakasabi ni Deiah sa salitang "hindi asawa" habang ramdam niya ang pangangatog ng tuhod niya. Mas lumalakas na din ang kabog ng puso niya. "Totoo nga. Magkasama nga talaga kayo." Madiing sagot ni Primo, mahahalata sa boses nitong ang nagngingit nitong tono sa pagbitaw sa bawat salita. "Bakit hindi? Ikaw lang ba ang puwedeng humanap ng makakasama?" "Deiah!" Bulyaw ni Primo na halos hindi mapipinta ang mukha dahil sa madilim nitong awra. "I warn you, don't be hasty. Our divorce isn't finalized, we haven't received the certificate. Legally, you're still my wife. Consider the Thompson family's reputation and your dignity." Dagdag niya pang sabi kay Deiah.

Lola Gregg is a beautiful young lady, from an affluent home, trying to find her place in the middle of an over expectant family. Facing a lot of pressure, she wants to follow her dreams of a being a designer, a success in the world of fashion,but her parents would have none of it, but deep within lies secrets that could change her life forever Would she make it,despite all odds? Go on and find out...

At just twelve years old, Elena Windsor's world crumbles in a single night, branding her as The Traitor's Daughter. Once living a fairy tale life, surrounded by love and the Alpha's Sons-Triplets she prayed would be her mates-her world flips when her father, a loyal beta, is falsely accused of heinous crimes within the Shadow-Hunters pack-of killing the Luna and poisoning the Alpha. Cast out and labeled, Elena faces torment from former protectors turned tormentors. Determined to clear her father's name, she endures relentless hardships and hurtful words. Her sole mission is to erase the damning label that defines her existence. Yet, a chilling turn comes when the childhood prayer's acceptance leads her down a darker path and what made it worse was that they had other plans than rejecting her....... Join Elena on a journey of truth, unmasking hidden monsters and fighting to remove her damning tag.