Fights Back

To celebrate our daughter's eighteenth birthday, my husband, James Miller, decided to go nude cycling. I told him he was too old for that and would embarrass himself, but he looked at me with disdain and said, "Liliana, your life is so boring. You refuse to embrace new things." Then he brought the dog belonging to his first love, Sophia Lewis, and placed it before me. It was then I realized it was Sophia who had organized the nude cycling event. I felt my anger boiling beneath the surface as our son, Thomas, took the leash and handed it to me. "Dad, you can go have fun with Sophia. Mom will take care of the dog," Thomas said. But when the dog lunged at me later, Thomas protected it. Meanwhile, my daughter, Alice, fought to shield me. In the end, both Alice and I were bitten to death. James didn't even take us to the hospital. Instead, he dragged our bodies straight to the crematorium. Just before I turned into a wisp of smoke, I saw Alice rolling in the flames. During that time, James and Thomas were comforting Sophia. At that moment, I felt a deep rage—rage at myself for being so naive and for causing my daughter's death. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day when my son handed me the leash. This time, I was determined to make them all pay.

Serena Anson has always been protective of her marriage even though it’s already falling apart. The sole reason was her lovely daughter, Millie, and her unconditional love for her husband Tyler. However, the longest day would always find its night and no matter how beautiful the beginning was, the ending might turn so ugly and painful…No woman could endlessly forgive the betrayal of her husband, especially when he secretly had an illegitimate child with his ex-love. Serena’s bruised heart and shattered trust couldn’t be endured anymore. She coldly asked her husband for a divorce which he fiercely refused resulting in a huge quarrel and countless misunderstandings. She won’t back down. She won’t give up. Serena had come this far, and she wouldn’t let her husband ruin all of her and break their daughter’s heart. However, Tyler won't let go either. No matter where it leads them. *** "Don't even dream of divorcing me, Serena." “There’s no way I’ll let you go. You are destined to suffer with me. You are mine.”

The chains that hold her grow weaker by the day and her power continues to grow. How much longer can the cage deep down in the levels of keep hold of the infamous Dark Witch, Karmina? Rayleigh, a lone exorcist who is a master of her craft has been an enemy of Demons and Fiends alike. The Holy power that she contains was something to be feared by even the higher ranked Demons. That is, until one Demon's curiosity got the better of him. Zalakai, a high ranked Demon born from Asmodeus's , was never one to decline a lover. Until word made a round to him about a fiery red-head woman with Holy abilities that has put a dent in those who've made attempts in possessing Humans. What was at first a duty to annihilate this woman soon turned into curiosity, and possibly more. Fate is in the works. Truth of ones past comes to light. Darkness has one last obstacle in its path. Can it be stopped, or will it be too late?

They say you don’t know the value of a diamond till you lose it. Such was the case for him. Liam brooks was chasing after a stone neglecting the diamond in his castle. After being married to Liam brooks for three years, all Natalie got in return is humiliation from both Liam and his mother. Natalie filed for a divorce when Liam's childhood sweetheart suddenly returned and Liam was more than ready to make her his new wife.

A couple for almost three years broke up just because of some kind of misunderstanding. Even though they still loved each other, there is this uncertain feeling they doubt each other. Minsan ay nakasasama sa atin ang maling akala-akala mo ay wala na siyang nararamdaman sa'yo. Akala mo ay ayaw na ng lahat sa'yo. Akala mo ay wala na silang pakialam sa sarili mo. Puro na lang 'akala ko'. You want him back. You want her back. But the question is, will you listen to your own heart? Or will you listen to your mind which gives you the craziest imagination you ever expected?

Jenny Shaw, my roommate and belle of the campus, had been stealing my skincare products for four whole years. She even used them to fake a wealthy and beautiful persona, becoming a million-follower influencer and bagging a wealthy heir. Right before our graduation defense, her face suddenly erupted in severe lesions, completely disfigured. Jenny immediately accused me, claiming that I was jealous and vicious enough to lace the skincare products with poison! In an instant, I was branded online as the Poison Queen and a dangerous figure. Facing the police, I simply smiled at them and showed them my thesis. [Molecular Deconstruction Analysis of Herbal Medicinal Materials: Skin Regeneration and Reconstruction.] "Poisoning you? That's like a pot calling the kettle black. But thanks for providing me with experimental data!"

For three years, Sarah Sterling prayed for a miracle. A child. A family. A reason to finally feel worthy of the powerful man she married. Then the miracle comes. Two pink lines. A heartbeat. A future. But when Sarah decides to surprise her billionaire husband at his office with the news, she walks into a nightmare instead—his ex-fiancée in his arms… and a truth that shatters everything. He had a vasectomy. For another woman. Now Sarah is carrying a child he believes is impossible. And if he ever finds out, there is only one conclusion he will reach. Betrayal. Julian Sterling has always been ruthless in business. Calculating. Untouchable. A man who hated losing. But he never expected to lose his wife. As secrets build and silence grows between them, Sarah begins to understand something dangerous—love without respect is just slow destruction. And when the billionaire realizes too late what he has broken… Will regret be enough to win her back? Or will the woman he took for granted become the one he can never touch again?

After Lessie's wedding anniversary, her marriage crumbled with the reappearance of her husband's ex-girlfriend. All her years of tireless effort to keep the relationship intact felt wasted. Her pleas were completely ignored by him. Left with no choice, she moved far away. Who would have thought that years later, the same ex-husband she once shed tears for would want her back? "I want you back." Now, Lessie’s was left with her own choices: should she return to her ex-husband who wants to win her over or embrace life on her own? Can she ever forgive Freddie for the pain and betrayal he caused? Can the scars of the past truly be erased and forgotten?

I came back to life the day Cedric Gramont got drugged. This time? I didn't offer my body to him. I called his so-called soulmate instead. In my last life, I stupidly fell for the uncle who wasn't blood-related. When I found out he'd been hit with something strong, I ignored his plea to call Elyna Humbert—and "helped" him myself. A month later, I was pregnant. He had to marry me. On our wedding day, Elyna, who'd gone abroad to "clear her head," got kidnapped and killed. Before she died, she called Cedric 199 times, begging for help. He didn't pick up once. Too busy sealing the deal with me. Later, he just stared at those missed calls, not saying a word. Then the day I went into labor, he locked me in the basement. I begged him to take me to the hospital. He just smiled, cold and empty, and watched me die screaming, the baby still inside me. Last thing I heard? "If you hadn't gotten pregnant, I wouldn't have married you. I wouldn't have missed Elyna's calls. You deserved to die." When I opened my eyes again, it was that same day—Cedric was drugged, but this time, I knew better.

I caught his scent before I saw them, my husband's scent, saturating another woman's skin. Three years. I gave Alexander three years, my father's territory, my people's loyalty, and a slow poison quietly destroying my body from the inside. I made him — pulled a fallen, abandoned Alpha from the dirt, merged our packs, convinced every dissenting elder, and stepped aside so he could wear the crown I built. I called it love. He called it convenient. The night I walked into that ballroom uninvited, his mistress was already on his arm. By the end of the night, she was on her knees — telling the entire pack she was carrying his heir. That was the moment I understood: I was never his wife. I was his ladder. I walked out without trembling. And I started planning. There was only one move left — to go to the man I had once rejected. The most powerful Alpha in the word. The one who never forgot.