Everybody Work Hard Every Day

Nang magising si Zinnia gulat siyang nakatingin sa kanyang katawan na hubo't hubad. Tiningnan niya ang lalaki na sarap sa pagtulog, naalala ni Zinnia na ito ang lalaking nakatinginan niya kagabi, dahan-dahan siyang tumayo at binitbit niya ang kanyang mga gamit, kalaunan ay patuloy siyang umalis. Nang magising ang lalaki ay agad niyang inutusan ang kanyang mga tauhan na hanapin ang babaeng kanyang nakasiping upang panagutan at pakasalan ito. Ilang araw ang nakalipas ay nalaman ni Zinnia na buntis siya at hindi lamang ito isang sanggol kundi tatlo, naging masaya naman siya subalit malungkot niyang naisip na baka hindi niya kayang gampanan ang pagiging ina. Naisip niya ang lalaki sa bar subalit pumasok ulit sa kanyang isipan na baka hindi ito panagutan ng lalaki. Habang naglalakad si Zinnia ay bigla niyang nakasalubong ang lalaking ama ng kanyang mga anak, malamig siyang tinitigan nito ngunit maya-maya lang ay ngumiti ito. ganun pa man ay hindi alam ni Zinnia kung ipagtatapat niyang nabuntis siya nito. Tinanong ng lalaki kung ano ang nais ni Zinnia, naisip ni Zinnia na kailangan niya ng pera. Binigyan naman agad ng lalaki si Zinnia ng pera. Malungkot na naisip ng lalaki dahil kagaya pa rin si Zinnia ng ibang babae na pera lamang ang habol sa kanya. Isang araw habang naglalakad si Zinnia ay bigla siyang may nakabangga, isang babae na mayaman ang dating. Humingi ng tawad si Zinnia subalit hinusgahan lamang siya nito, sabi-sabi pa ng iba na ang babaeng ito ang nakatalang ipapakasal sa isang pinakamayang CEO na si Mr. Youtan.

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During the mandatory freshman orientation camp, my skin had flared up with a severe allergic reaction, so I didn't use the plastic washbasin the school handed out. Instead, I opened my suitcase and took out the custom silver basin I had brought from home. My roommate, Louisa Carter, immediately made a snide remark, drawling, "You're really something, huh? Kids from broke families like us are lucky to have any basin at all." I didn't bother responding. I simply pulled out my facial essence to do a cold compress, but she immediately rushed over, slapped the bottle out of my hand, and jabbed a finger at my face. "Bet you get tens of thousands a month for living expenses. You have a sugar daddy, don't you? Don't you feel guilty making your folks work their fingers to the bone back on the farm? People like you don't deserve to be at our school. I'm reporting you to the student counselor." I laughed in disbelief and slapped her. … The next morning, the family photo I'd left on my desk had been slashed to ribbons. Across the back, carved in ink, were the words: 'Daughter of a homewrecker. Go to hell.' I went straight to the police. While officers pulled the dorm security footage, our student counselor and the university president rushed in. The moment the president saw the man whose face had been cut apart in my photo, his legs nearly buckled. He almost dropped to his knees.

On the night of our eighth anniversary, I cooked everything Ethan loved. He didn't come home. I sat alone at the table until the food went cold. Then I did what I always did. I opened Selene's profile on the pack network. New post. One hour ago. A photo of Ethan, shirtless, building a fire in her den. Her hand on his shoulder. Her face turned toward the camera with a smile that showed too many teeth. The caption read: Grateful for old friends who drop everything when you need them. Even their marking anniversaries. I stared at it until my eyes burned. Then I liked it. Filed the bond-dissolution request. And started packing the trunk I'd kept ready for months. Ethan didn't believe it when he found out. "She's throwing a fit," I heard he told his packmates. "Give her three days." "I'll crook my finger and she'll come running back." "She always does." What he didn't understand was why I always came back. It was because I loved him. That was gone now.

COMPLETED! * Ivanna did not expect Jax Alister, the man she hired as a bodyguard, to turn out to be a bloodsucker. She is entangled, enamored with Jax's attractiveness and slowly transforms into an indescribable feeling. However, there are many secrets in Jax's life that he doesn't know and slowly unfolds along with the common thread between himself and Jax. *** "Are you sure you want this? Because you won't be able to stop me," I said in between our extraordinary love making. Ivana nodded. "Go ahead, Jax. Do it harder and never stops."

On the day of the Sacred Forest Rite, my Alpha father and Luna mother were mysteriously murdered. Soon after, my fiancé Jem abruptly broke off our engagement and held a bonding ceremony with his childhood friend, Sarah. While I was still drowning in grief, Jem's elder brother, Nom, came to me with a proposal. He swore he would uncover the truth and bring my parents' murderer to justice. So I married him—and brought what was left of my pack into his. Seven years passed. No killer was found. No justice delivered. Then today, I overheard a conversation between Nom and his Beta outside the study. I learned the truth. Someone had seen Sarah at the scene of my parents' deaths during the Sacred Forest Rite. However, Nom silenced that witness. He shut down the investigation, convinced Sarah was innocent—that her presence was nothing more than a coincidence. However, my mother died with Sarah's earring clenched in her hand. It was never justice. It was a cover-up. Seven years of marriage, built on a lie—his way of protecting the one truly responsible. This time, I will take vengeance into my own hands. Alone.

The newly-appointed leader, Eileen Shaffer, fantasizes herself as a queen. Because of that, she treats me like her personal maid. On her first day at work, Eileen sends me a list consisting of 16 workplace rules. Not only does she request that I prepare warm water that must be proven to be 113 degrees Fahrenheit by a thermometer every day, but she also wants me to prepare three meals per day for her. I'm not allowed to order takeout. Those meals must be cooked and prepared by me so that the food is safe and clean to eat. Finally, shit hits the fan at the Thanksgiving holidays. Eileen has the nerve to call me 18 times at 2:00 am just so I can leave a like on her son's video. Unable to tolerate her antics anymore, I slap her on the spot. "I'm the daughter of this company's CEO, and yet I have to slave away at work every day! Do you seriously think you're an actual queen now?"

Since he left her without goodbye , she have to continue the journey of her life without him anymore. She have to continue without his smiles, their laughter, and specially his voice. She have to forget the whole him. She have to forget the man she want to spend her entire lifetime with. Ten years passed and she tried to forget him the way he forgotten her. Until one day, their roads will cross again. But the thing is, she's sure that it will never be the same. The wounds of yesterday still hurts everytime she look at his lovely purple eyes. Will she ever forgive him? Or she will just accept the past and move on?

She was his secret. Until he proposed to another woman — live on Inst*gr*m. Now Alaya Moore has nothing… until the day he dies and leaves her everything: The mansion. The money. The company. And every enemy he ever made. They called her the side chick. But she’s about to show the world she was the real queen all along.

On my birthday, the dining table was loaded with all my favorites. My mom had been cooking and baking the entire afternoon, insisting everything be perfect for when Mike got home from work so we could celebrate together. But then, he called and said his first love had been drugged at a bar, and he had to go help her. I stopped him and begged him not to go. Mike snapped at me. "Jesus, Em, don’t pull this jealous wife crap. She’s alone, defenseless, and unconscious—I can't let some random dude take advantage of her!" My mother heard those words and was so enraged that she had a heart attack. She died on the spot. Just like that, my mom died on my birthday. I called Mike, asking him to attend my mom's funeral. But before he could reply, I saw Cathy Miller's latest Instagram post, captioned: [Mikey… after all these years, it was always you.] Mike had liked it. My thumb moved before my brain caught up, typing out the only words that mattered: [A homewrecker and a lying bastard. Hope you rot together.]