Forgotten What I Started Fighting For

Silas Jordan drew lots, which resulted in me being chosen as his wife. He hated me for getting his childhood sweetheart killed. Hence, he tortured me to death. But after I died, deep remorse overwhelmed him. After I returned to the past, I first rigged the lottery to help him get together with his childhood lover. However, there were endless new comments on the screen. They were from readers of the novel I was trapped in. [Based on the plot, the male lead will pick the female lead. Then, the male lead’s childhood lover will kill herself. When the female lead gets tortured to death, the male lead starts regretting it. But why would this miserable novel change when the female lead rigged the lottery?] It was because I no longer wished to marry him again.

My mom often makes an example out of someone when it comes to parenting. Unfortunately, I'm that someone, while my little brother, Raymond Nelson, benefits from it. Ever since I was four years old, my mom had been using this method. If Raymond breaks a bowl, I'm the one kneeling on the floor to pick up the pieces. If Raymond destroys something belonging to someone else, I'm the one writing the reflection report on his behalf. Mom tells me, "You're the older sister here. Since you can't keep your brother in line, you're the one at fault." But Raymond can never get rid of his bad habit of stealing and lying. When Franklin Harris, the owner of a grocery store, comes knocking on our door, Raymond points at me once again. "She was the one who stole your money!" In order to help Raymond get rid of this problematic habit of his, Mom decides to hand me over to the owner. "Sorry, Franklin. It's my fault for not raising my child well. I'll give my daughter to you. You can do whatever you want to her, be it scolding her or beating her up." Little does she know that I will never go home after Mr. Harris takes me away.

"Do you feel it coming alive?" he whispered. His hand holding mine on his bulge. "If anyone sees us—" I stuttered. We weren’t alone in the house. "If you agree to be my good little stepsister—they’ll treat you with respect too." His dark eyes held a wicked amusement that sent a shiver down my spine. "I know you had a crush on me." "I—I didn’t know you were my stepbrother," I tried to explain, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips. That touch! That gentle press of dominance. It was dangerous. It was temptation itself. "Then no one has to know our dirty little secret." His voice was a trap, laced with seduction. "Be my stepsister by day… and my whore by night." I had thought I was inching toward freedom. That escape was just within reach. But the noose had been tightening all along. And this time, it wasn’t fate or circumstance pulling it tight. It was the hands of my own stepbrothers. .. Lavender wanted a normal life—one where she was respected for who she was, not judged for being born from rape. But everything changed when she helped a wounded stranger– and unknowingly walked into the world of the mafia. She thought she could escape the ruthless mafia boss she saved—until she found herself in his mansion, introduced as his stepsister. When her mother made her meet her new family, Lavender’s world shattered. How could she tell her mother that her soon-to-be stepbrothers were mafia bosses, who saw her as nothing more than a pawn? Lavender is left with two choices: fight back or submit to her stepbrothers' control. But can she escape the grip of the mafia? But how can one ever escape the mafia?

It was an arranged marriage. She tried her best to please him and make him love her! But what's his problem?!. He's ruthless, arrogant, powerful and even cruel! When he brought home an elegant lady and married her, his action forced his arranged-marriage wife to sign the divorce papers in tears and run away from him. Unfortunately, when his arranged-marriage wife left, she got into an accident and lost almost all her memories!, She left the country and returned 5 years later as a powerful lady– admired by all! But, why was this possessive and powerful CEO chasing after her– and saying nonsense like; “Stop pretending not to know me, Vivianne!”. She doesn't know him, so, what's his problem?!.

On the night Arya Sinclair discovered her husband in bed with her sister, her world shattered. Alone, heartbroken, and on the edge of despair, Arya believed her life was over… but fate had other plans. Because that same night she met Blake Donovan. He was supposed to be a mistake, a stranger she would never see again. But she was wrong. Blake was dangerously attractive and impossibly powerful and he was offering her a second chance, power, and a chance for revenge. As Arya steps into a world of speed and ruthless ambition, enemies lurk behind polished smiles—her past refuses to stay buried, and the line between revenge and desire begins to blur. Now, Blake Donovan doesn’t just want to help her win, he wants her. And in a game where power is everything and love is the most dangerous gamble of all, Arya must decide: Will she rise and take everything she was denied? Or will she lose herself all over again—this time, to the one man who could either save her… or destroy her completely?

When I'm on my break, I decide to help my neighbor, Yvonne Cook, fix the gas valve, which has been leaking gas. But she instantly lodges a report, saying that I've gone against the rules. She demands compensation for the shock that she's suffered as well. I don't bother defending myself. Instead, I just write a reflection report. After that, my squad leader sentences me to disciplinary confinement. Yvonne wastes no time gloating in the tenants' group chat. "It's time to teach these power-abusers a good lesson, anyway!" Three days later, a fire breaks out in Yvonne's apartment. Thick plumes of dark smoke keep rising from the burning apartment. Yvonne wails as she bangs on my door and pleads with me. "Please crack open the door and put out the fire!" I can only sigh from behind my front door. "I'm under disciplinary suspension right now, so I can't break protocol. You should wait for the fire truck instead."

Nothing can bring two people together like an adorable little pooch! Brady Rogers took the job as the new city planner for Holiday Hills expecting a town rich with Christmas spirit. What he finds is anything but. Due to budget cuts, many of the Christmas activities have been cancelled. When a cute little dog steals his scarf, he's led to a couple of people who want to help Holiday Hills regain the towns reputation for being the place to celebrate. Could it be that little dog has also led him to love? Noelle Snow loves her job running the animal shelter, but she needs more money to keep the no-kill shelter a float. When she meets Brady, thanks to a sweet pup named Pooch, she might just be able to save the shelter, help the town find their Christmas spirit, and fall in love. But when the town's mayor has different ideas about how the budget should be spent, Brady and Noelle's plans might just fall apart and tear a riff between them. Will Pooch be enough to bring them back together?

Alexandra Wolfe thought she had survived the worst mistake of her life: loving Dominic Moretti. Walking away from their marriage was the only way she could breathe again after years of feeling protected, controlled, and slowly erased. Three years later, she has rebuilt everything: her company, her confidence, her carefully guarded heart. Then one unexpected night throws them back reminding her that some feelings don’t die just because you bury them. Falling for him again would be reckless. Falling for him while her world is collapsing is catastrophic. A high-risk pregnancy, a hidden genetic heart condition, and a corporate war threatening to destroy her life’s work leave Alexandra more vulnerable than ever. Dominic’s response is the same as it’s always been: step in, take charge, and try to save her — even if it means crossing lines she swore she’d never let him cross again. But love from him has always felt like both shelter and cage. As old wounds reopen and dangerous secrets surface, Alexandra must decide whether trusting him means finally being safe… or losing herself all over again. Can she risk her heart for the one man who already broke it — when loving him might cost her everything?

WHEN I SAY I LOVE YOU BUT I LIED By: Yeiron Jee Teaser Nica Joy Rodriguez- she doesn't want an affection and to be cared. Kilala siya ng lahat na masama ang ugali at walang malasakit kahit sa sariling Ama. "Who cares?" her motto in life. Chrismith Yuchan- his passion in life are playing guitar and singing. Pero kailangan niya itong bitiwan para sa pamilya. Higit sa lahat ay ang turuan ng leksiyon ang isang taong mataas ang tingin sa sarili. But everything was change when he saw her face personally. Magtatagumpay kaya ang binata na paamuhin ang isang dalagang maihalintulad niya sa isang wild animals? Kaya bang palambutin ng isang awitin ang pusong puno ng galit at takot mahalin o magmahal?

Liana Elizabeth Rose of the prestigious Rose family woke gasping—remembering everything. At first, she thought it was a dream. Or a hallucination. Maybe heaven, maybe hell, or wherever people go when life has been cruel enough to steal their breath. But the room was the same. The curtains were the same. The smooth, unscarred skin she touched was the same. As if the last five years of betrayal and humiliation had never etched themselves into her. Then the panic hit. She remembered. Every. Single. Thing. The cold metal of prison bars. Her husband Adrian’s dead, beautiful eyes accusing her of the accident. The trial. The cousin who framed her. The family who abandoned her. The little brother who no longer remembered her voice. Her death. And the cruelest truth: she wasn’t even from this world. It was a book a stupid novel her roommate had recommended. She died inside a story she didn’t write. And now, she woke up at the moment everything began to crumble. Fine. Sharpen her mind. Feed her ambition. And when the plot tried to drag her back, she’d pull harder. Then there was him—Adrian. From his point of view, the world shifted. Her scent. Her voice. Her existence. Everything about her crawled under his skin, sank into his bloodstream, coiled around his bones. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t want to. He only knew: if she breathed, he wanted it. If she moved, he followed. Obsession wasn’t a symptom—it was his nature. And Liana? She had rewritten herself into the one thing he could never let go of. This time, she wasn’t the victim. She wasn’t a plot device. She was the storm. And Adrian? Learning, too late, that even possession has a price.