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Ever wandered what it would be like to lose your family and be raised by the King and Queen of the Lycans. Aurora was that one person who lived that life. After finding out on her 18th birthday her mate only to be rejected by the one person who is supposed to love you unconditionally, her whole life got turned upside down with an up coming war that was being led by the last person Aurora could ever think of. She was gifted by the Moon Goddess with a powerful wolf to help defeat this threat, but would she be able to win this war? Was she able to find love and a second chance mate? Would she be able to run a Kingdom?

Si Yuan, isang simpleng lalaking nangakong habambuhay mamahalin si Donna Angeles. Isang simpleng babaeng namuhay mag-isa. Nangako siya na habambuhay itong mamahalin subalit nagkaroon siya ng misyon. Kailangan niyang hanapin ang may-ari ng microchip kaya umalis siya at tumungo sa England. Sa pagdating niya doon sa England ay Microchip ang kaniyang nakita. Isang pag-ibig sa piling ni Mitch Madrigal, Anak ng kaniyang kaaway. Sa piling ni Mitch, pansamantala niyang nakalimutan ang lahat ng pangako niya sa Pilipinas, Nakalimutan niya si Donna. Pagkalipas ng Tatlong-taon ay masaya silang namuhay ni Mitch bilang mag-asawa pero hindi lahat ng pangako ay hindi natutupad. Isang araw nakarating sa kaniya ang balitang ginahasa si Donna at ngayon nga ay nagdadalang-tao ito. Nang gabing iyon ay tumawag ito sa kaniya at sa kasamaang palad ay si Mitch Madrigal ang nakasagot ng tawag na para sana sa kaniya. Hindi akalain ni Mitch na may kasintahan si Yuan sa Pilipinas at ang masakit ay nagdadalang-tao ito at hindi niya maatim na mamuhay nang payapa sa piling ni Yuan habang may batang lumaki ng walang ama. Sa boung buhay niya, palagi siyang nakatago at kinukutya ng kambal niya at hindi niya hahayaang may ibang batang makaranas nito kaya kahit na parang hinahati ang puso niya sa sobrang sakit ay pinili niyang palayain si Yuan. Pinili niyang sirain ni Yuan ang pangako nito sa kaniya kesa sa inosenteng bata.

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]

My wife, Valerie Larson, had a congenital heart condition. Despite that, she still wanted to have a child with her first love, Eugene Dyer. I refused without a second thought. Ten months later, Eugene's mother, Susan Turner, passed away. Her eyes were still wide open as if refusing to accept death without ever holding her grandchild. Overcome with guilt for failing his mother, Eugene took his own life in his small, rundown apartment. Valerie, consumed by grief and anger, took us on a road trip, only to crash the car head-on into a truck without hesitation. She shouted, "It's your fault Eugene died! If you had let me give him a child, he never would have ended up like that! His whole family is gone, so yours doesn't deserve to live either!" When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Valerie first asked to have Eugene's child. This time, I forced a small smile and said, "Darling, go ahead. Our whole family will support you."

Three days before the wedding, the church called to inform me that my fiancé had changed the date. When I went to ask him why, I walked in on him throwing a bachelor party with his friends. "Samuel, this was the day Claire personally chose. Why would you suddenly change it?" someone asked. Samuel Gordon stubbed out his cigarette, looking utterly nonchalant. "Because that day happens to be Janet's birthday," he said. "I need to celebrate it with her." The room fell silent in shock. "Aren't you afraid Claire will find out and kill you? Have you forgotten what she did before?" At the mention of my name, Samuel gave an icy snort. "That was all in the past. Claire loves me to death now. She even took three bullets for me once, so how could she ever bring herself to hurt me?" I stood at the doorway, watching the snow fall behind me, and let out a long sigh. Five days later, he stood in an empty church, frantically calling my phone. "Did you forget? It's our wedding day!" "I didn't forget," I said. In another church, wearing a wedding gown, I was saying "I do" to another man.

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It was our seventh anniversary. Christopher Quinton proposed to me with nothing but a ring pull. He got his true love a house. When I said no, he rebuked me like I was some sort of gold digger. "I thought my love for you was worth more than anything money could buy. I only got Rachel that house to pay her back for all she did for me. I can't believe you thought I still loved her. You disappoint me." I broke up with him and tossed the ring pull into the bin. Then, I walked off. The next day, Christopher took away my position as VP and told everyone he was getting engaged to Rachel. … Five years later, we ran into each other at a charity horserace. He was a successful businessman, and the woman beside him was Rachel, all dressed in custom-made clothes. I was dressed in janitor attire and stuffing plastic bottles into my woven bag. He mocked, "Look at you, Queenie Dean. Scavenging for a living. Bet you didn't see this coming when you ditched me, did you?" I ignored him. My son had run off, and I had to look for him. The boy noticed the plastic bottles that were strewn across the ground, and he insisted that we stay back to finish his social practice activity here.

A young woman falls for the young billionaire he works for as a maid. After being saved from a deadly car crash, a billionaire offers a young poor woman to work in his house as his maid but fate has other plans for them.

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]