Echo Of Things To Come

How would you feel when you get framed for something you didn't do, betrayed by your fiancé and have everything taken away from you in just one night? *** After Nicole lost her job, and was betrayed by her best friend and fiancé, her reputation is ruined as she is framed for things she knew nothing about. All she craved was revenge against the people who put her in this sticky situation. With her career at the brink of collapse, she finds herself stuck in a contract marriage with the Lord of the entertainment industry; a striking hot billionaire, who only needed her to claim his father's conglomerate. But as time went on, they found themselves falling for each other, but it wasn't all roses, especially when her ambitious best friend didn't want her happiness. Nicole is faced with diverse challenges, but she is determined not to go down without a fight. But how long can she remain strong, especially when a dangerous secret is revealed, threatening to break them apart? Will she win and save her reputation or will she lose and suffer the consequences? The battle line is drawn, and she has to be smart to win.

Five years into my marriage to the Don, Ives Moretti, he left me for dead during a shootout to get his mistress, Isabella, to safety. I woke up three days later in a private hospital room. No apology. Ives was cold. “You’re my wife. You knew the risks. Stop being so dramatic.” Then, he added, “Isabella’s different. She’s fragile. She needed me.” That was followed by three months of the silent treatment. Like always, he expected me to be the one to break, to come crawling back begging for forgiveness. Three months later, I handed the Irish deal to Isabella on a silver platter. The big one I’d spent half a year building myself. Ives thought it was a peace offering. He smiled, a rare, genuine thing these days. “I knew you’d come around. As a reward, we’ll go to Vegas. I know you’ve always wanted to go.” The next day, Isabella whined about being bored, and he broke his promise. He took her to Vegas instead. Told me it was “urgent family business.” This time, I didn’t cry. Didn’t make a scene. Ives was pleased I was being so understanding. He had no idea I was already cutting all ties to the Moretti family. That he’d already signed the divorce papers. I was free.

In the middle of the night, my husband started talking in his sleep. "My little treasure, Daddy's taking you and Mommy to the new house tomorrow." But we were using protection. Where the hell did a kid come from? So I opened his phone. I saw the money transfers to another woman—spent on all kinds of luxury shit and a house. The photo album had pictures of her in a skimpy stripper outfit, a little bump in her belly. The last one was an ultrasound. Four months along, it looked like. I didn't make a sound. Just saved the evidence. They were about to learn the price of betraying a mafia princess.

fter catching my husband, Dante, in bed with his assistant, Angelina, again, I did something stupid. I leaked the video. I wanted the whole world to see them for what they were. But all I got was a lawsuit from the family and a six-month jail sentence. And an essay from my son titled, “My Mother Is Crazy.” That’s when I finally broke. I filed for divorce and gave up custody of our son. The day I left, Dante sneered at me. "Where you gonna go without me, Isabella? It's not too late to come crawling back." What he didn't know was that my mother runs the Wright family—the biggest outfit in Italy. And I'm her only heir.

Sa limang taong kasal ni Daisy Lopez at Kent James Hernandez, pinanatili ni Daisy na maging maayos ang lahat kahit pa niyuyurakan na ang kanyang dignidad at pagrespeto sa sarili. Akala niya na kahit walang pag-ibig at siya lang ang nagmamahal, ay dapat na buo at kumpleto ang isang pamilya. Hanggang sa araw na nalaman niya na malubha na ang sakit ng kanyang nag-iisang anak at kasabay ng balita tungkol sa annulment ng kasal niya kay Keint. May umusbong na pag-asa sa puso ni Daisy dahil sa wakas, hindi na niya kailangan magpanggap pa bilang asawa ni Kent James. Ngunit hindi pumayag ang malupit niyang asawa, at nagbigay ng suhol sa lahat ng media at lumuhod sa harap niya, humihiling ito sa kanya na bumalik siya sa buhay nito. Pero humarap si Daisy sa dating asawa na may kasamang ibang lalaki at magkahawak ang kanilang kamay upang ipakita na may mahal na siyang iba.

She was beaten to death by her biological mother and sister. Her husbands watch her bleed with evil eyes and curled lips. Betrayed by her husband, her family, she was killed brutally. But it was not her fate. The next minute, her eyes opened; she was reborn four years before when everything started at the age of 20. She swore to take revenge She had two choices first: to fall into her mother's trap and marry the cruel man or find someone who could support her and help her vengeance these people. She already made her choice. "I will be a devoted wife marry me, please." Crystal said with her scared eyes. The man squeezes his hand more on her neck, choking the life out of her. "Tell me, Who send you to my bed ?" "No..no one" "Liar!!"

Si Sydney ay iniwan ng kanyang dating kasintahan sa kadahilanang ikakasal na ito sa iba. Dahil dito ay hindi niya na nakuhang ipaalam sa nobyo na siya'y nagdadalang-tao. Sa paglipas ng anim na taon, muling pagtatagpuin ang landas nila. Ngunit kagaya ng ipinangako ni Sydney sa sarili, ay hinding-hindi na siya kailanman magpapa-apekto sa dating kasintahan na nanakit at nanloko sa kanya. Ngunit gano'n pa man, ay hindi niya habambuhay na maitatago sa anak kung sino ang ama nito, sa kadahilanang unti-unti na itong nagtatanong sa kanya.

My marriage to Dante, the Moretti heir, was meant to be a union of power, an alliance of empires. But for me, it was also the real deal. Then his adopted sister, Clara, showed up at a party. She was wearing his custom leather jacket, straddling his prized Ducati, and she looked right at me with a smirk. "Dante says," she purred, "that I suit these precious things better than you do." My smile froze. Dante had her on a plane overseas so fast it was like she'd never existed. Five years later, the night before our wedding. I found him staring at the design for our wedding rings. He'd changed the engraving. The "Amor Aeternus"—Eternal Love—was gone. In its place: "Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa." My sin, my greatest sin. I took off my veil right then and there. "The wedding," I said, my voice like ice, "is off."

I was bleeding out in a corner after a hit from a rival family. My husband, Dante—the Torrino family’s underboss—was in his car, holding his best friend's little sister. He gave me one cold look and said, "Leave her. She's a nobody." Later, after someone else saved me, I walked home, soaked in my own blood. I found Dante cradling Seraphina, fussing over her. All she had was a scraped knee. The blood covering my clothes? He didn't even see it. I just watched. Said nothing. Then I pulled out my phone and called my mother. "Mom, I need to come home."

The first thing I did when I came back to life was to pawn off my engagement to the Don of the Schroder family, Edmund, on my stepsister. In my last life, he used the "family rules" to make me give up the one thing I loved—racing. He threw out all my colorful dresses and turned me into his canary in a gilded cage. I died, suffocated and hopeless. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the marriage contract was to be signed. I quietly switched my name with my stepsister Laura's and let Edmund sign the papers. He didn't forget to warn me, "Stay out of trouble. Our wedding is in three days. Be a good girl and wait for me to come get you." But he had no idea I'd already bought a fake ID and passport. In three days, I'd be gone. I'd be free.