Fixing The Broken Heart

ผู้หญิงธรรมดาแบบเธอพยายามแล้วที่จะไม่คิดเข้าข้างตัวเอง แต่คนดังอย่างเข้ากลับรุกล้ำเข้ามาจนทำให้คิดเป็นอย่างอื่นไม่ได้ หากยังไม่รัก...ก็ต้องรักแล้วล่ะ...

It's started with a bet. A bet to make this woman fall into his bait. At first, everything's doing fine, it was supposed to hurt her, it was supposed to fooled her, it was supposed to crumpled her heart... but he was wrong, instead he is the one who gradually falling into his own bait. He thought he would win because it was his game. He should be the one who is attracted but why does he seem to be the one who is attracted? Who are you kidding, Leon? He fought the feeling because it wasn’t right. That's not serious, he just finds her attractive and that's all but the more he gets to know her the more he falls. He is losing day by day... Until the truth revealed and she hated him wholeheartedly... he shouldn't have hurt her... he shouldn't have crumpled her heart... he wish he had said that before, but if he admit his purpose will she still accept him?

She was born an omega, and they said that meant she was weak. In the cold heart of the Blackridge Pack, Elira lived like a shadow—beaten, silenced, and used by the very people who should have protected her. Even Kael, the Alpha heir she believed to be her fated mate, only ever whispered lies and left her to bleed when she became inconvenient. But death didn’t claim her. A Lycan King did. Lucien is feared across the realm—cold, ruthless, and untouchable. Yet when he finds Elira broken and left for dead, he doesn’t turn away. He saves her. And in his quiet strength, she sees something she never had: respect. Safety. A future. He offers her more than a throne. He offers her the chance to become something more than a discarded omega. But to wear a crown, Elira must rise. She must face the pack that shattered her, confront the mate who betrayed her, and stand as the fierce queen she was never meant to be. Because the moon doesn’t choose the strongest. It chooses the one who survives—and rises.

Sydney Daine Marquez, has a fragile heart was once blinded by the truth. An irreplaceable feeling were uncertainty when to end up. However, not by immiscible apology could get away the pain she bears for year's. Love taught her heart to build a boundaries for any man who would try to get in. The night was in peace, a heart were broken, fate played its part. Sean Craig, known for its vicious inevitable doings, a powerful man who ruled the society were deprived of love filling the needs in the other woman. By any chance, would they fall the bait of needs to filled their broken heart or would it fall apart in different ways?

Felicity is finally happy, living out her dream with her chosen mate, Parker. As things are finally looking up for her, the life she's built slowly begins unraveling. She discovers who she really is, but in the process, learns more than she bargained for. Will she be able to stop the inevitable or accept the future as it supposed to be? Parker has the two things he's always dreamed of. A beautiful family and job leading the warriors. There is a target on his back and danger looming on the horizon. Can he protect the things that mean the most to him before it's too late?

To forge an alliance, I had to choose a mate from the sons of the Blackwood Alpha. Everyone thought I'd choose Larry, the powerful Alpha-to-be. But on the day of the ceremony, I chose Derek—the outcast in the wheelchair, the one they called the Broken Wolf. I did it because in my past life, I chose Larry, and he betrayed me. He mated with another she-wolf right in front of me, forcing the entire pack to watch. He even marked Chloe, my so-called best friend. When I discovered their betrayal, he murdered me—and our unborn pup—with a silver dagger. I died in despair, my heart shattered. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had to choose my mate. This time, they could have each other. I would rewrite my fate. But I never expected he'd been reborn, too.

“Say you love me,” he growls. “I love you,” I gasp, clutching at him. “Again. Louder.” “I love you, Cole. I love you, I love you.” My husband smirks like he’s claimed a victory. His hand grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open, kissing me so deep I can barely breathe. Then his fingers are exploring, working me open, ruthless and skilled, dragging me up fast. My body arches, desperate, already trembling. “Beg me.” His voice is harsh, guttural. “Tell me what I need to hear. Tell me you’ll never leave me. Tell me you’ll always be mine.” “I’ll never leave you,” I sob. “I’ll always love you. Always yours.” *** Then I found out that I’m nothing more than a baby incubator for him. He needs bone marrow for his son with another woman, Jade. She’s my mentor. She’s the woman who held my newborn baby and said, I’m proud of you, you’re going to be an incredible designer and mother. I swear, somehow, I will make them pay.

When the Sanchez clan was on the verge of vanishing in the Mafia world, Adira Dawn Sanchez, tightened the line, protecting her falling clan. After all the attacks from big clans, trying to erase them, the fierce and fearless Adira managed to carry the Sanchez.  However, the two desperate brothers: Oliver and Otis Oliveros, came into the picture with the motive to kill Adira in order to erase the Sanchez. Having their own plans, they chased after Adira.  When Adira is looking for a bodyguard, Oliver sees his chance to enter the cave of Sanchez, while Otis befriends Adira.  But, what would the two of them do when instead of killing her, they ended up falling for her? How would Oliver kill Adira Sanchez when she was captivated by her? Playing the role as Adira’s bodyguard, Oliver ended up guarding her heart instead of ending her life. 

I wanted to break away from her, be free... but why did she step on all my plans? Why did she want to keep me chained to her? She made me numb for the longest time until I met Dominic Black. He made a fire spark in my empty chest. He made me feel things, things I'd never felt before. I wanted to have him... except, he would now be my new stepbrother. Just another thing my mother took from me.

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."