Gilbert Blythe And Anne Shirley Anne With An E

After my sister's death, I signed a five-year contract marriage with her mafia husband, Horton Falcone. I became the stepmother to my five-year-old nephew, Luca. On my birthday, I wore my late sister's diamond cross necklace, not realizing what it was. At the family dinner, Luca walked up to me with a glass of red wine and threw the wine in my face. The red wine dripped down my cheeks, its sharp scent stinging my eyes and staining my white dress. He tilted his head back to look up at me, his eyes as cold and cruel as his father's. "Don't think you can replace my mom just because you married into the Falcone family," he said with a malicious grin. "You're the reason she's dead." "I wish you were the one who died. Then I could smash your gravestone instead of celebrating this stupid birthday." "I swear, when I grow up, the first thing I'll do is dump you in the Hudson River myself!" The memory stung as sharply as the wine, and all I could taste was despair. I stared at the child I had spent five years raising as my own, a sharp pain pulsing in my chest. I had thought I could devote myself to the Falcone family, that I could win him over with my love. But now, I was just so tired of it all. It was a family with no love, a child who saw me as his mortal enemy. I stopped deluding myself. It was time to let go. But after I left, that arrogant father and son came crawling back to me like whipped dogs, begging for my forgiveness.

On the night of the Blood Moon Pack's grand ceremony, my Alpha fiancé Ethan solemnly announced before all pack members that we would soon complete our lifelong marking. The pack's blessings surged toward us like a tide. My face flushed red as I pressed against his strong chest, which carried the scent of pine. Suddenly, a figure blocked the moonlight at the temple entrance. Ivy, my friend who had vanished five years ago, stepped inside, accompanied by a pup with eyes like stars. Ignoring everyone's gaze, she walked straight toward us. Her collar slowly slipped down, revealing a deep Alpha bite mark on her neck. Under the moonlight, that mark was as shocking as a brand. "Lucas, come to meet your father."

La noche antes de que mi prometido, Soren, y yo partiéramos hacia el Norte de Europa para comenzar nuestra nueva vida, los sonidos de una animada discusión se filtraron desde su club privado. —Dios mío, jefe, ¿estás loco? ¿Por qué esta alianza matrimonial repentina con la familia Rosetti para hacer una jugada por Italia? ¿No dijiste que dejarías esta vida con Abby y te dirigirías al norte? Soren se reclinó en un sofá de cuero, su voz fue de indiferencia y amortiguada por una nube de humo. —Los planes cambian. Además, recuerda, yo soy el que la hizo quien es. Una vez que vea el nuevo imperio que estoy construyendo, ese pequeño canario volverá volando a mi jaula. Esa mujer no puede vivir sin mí. Me quedé en las sombras del club, con una copa de vino en la mano, y un dolor fuerte floreciendo en mi pecho. El regalo de aniversario que había elegido con tanto cuidado para Soren todavía estaba en mi bolso, esperando a que se lo diera. Salí del club lleno de humo, tiré el regalo al cubo de basura más cercano y reservé un billete de ida al Norte de Europa. Pero lo que él no sabía era que, justo como él podía traicionar nuestro futuro por Mónica, yo podía abandonarlo por el mío. Todos esos años que pasamos bailando con la muerte nunca fueron sólo por ella.

During a battle with a rival pack, my Alpha mate, Damien, burst into my private healing sanctuary. He was carrying Lyra, a Beta warrior who had supposedly taken a poisoned blade for him. The next day, under the watchful eye of the Moon Goddess, Damien was forced by the pack elders to apologize. He explained that bringing an outsider into my sanctuary was a desperate act in a moment of crisis. After all, Lyra had saved his life. But that night, in the bed we once shared, Lyra stabbed herself with a dagger laced with wolfsbane and framed me for the attack. He chose to believe her. The rejection ceremony ripped my wolf from my soul. I was cast out—a powerless exile, left for dead in a storm, to be torn to shreds by rogues. But what Damien never knew was that the ancient curse afflicting him could only be healed by me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning: the moment Damien carried that woman in, demanding I save her.

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?"

The Don of the Falcieri family was assassinated by a rival family, leaving behind his widowed wife, Livia. His younger brother, my husband Caius, took his place as Don. With the title came a duty: to secure the Falcieri bloodline by putting a child in his brother's widow. "Alessia's been barren for years. It falls to Livia to do what she couldn't. The Falcieri family cannot be without an heir." The Madre's voice dripped with scorn. Caius held me close, whispering promises. "As soon as Livia is pregnant, I swear I'll never touch her again." "Alessia, you're the only one I love." Three months, and he hasn't set foot in our bedroom. After he ignored me in front of everyone, choosing Livia time and time again, I finally left. I took what was mine and left one thing behind: a DNA test. It was my final gift to Caius.

Ketika suamiku, Rocco dari Keluarga Fauzian, menutup teleponku untuk ke-99 kalinya, aku menyeret tubuhku yang sudah berada di tahap akhir leukemia melangkah masuk ke kantor penasihat hukum keluarga. "Selamat siang, saya ingin mengajukan perceraian." Namun, sepuluh menit kemudian Rocco sudah menerima kabar itu dan menerobos masuk bersama keluargaku. Pemimpin keluarga itu baru masuk, lalu langsung menamparku. "Demi mengacaukan pesta kenaikan jabatan Sofia, kamu menyalahgunakan nomor komunikasi darurat? Otakmu taruh di mana?" Laporan diagnosis yang kugenggam, direbut paksa oleh ibuku. Dia melirikku lalu mencibir sambil tertawa sinis. "Pura-pura sakit untuk cari simpati, cuma supaya kami memperhatikanmu. Claire, dari kecil sampai besar, berapa banyak kebohongan yang sudah kamu buat?" Sofia menarik lengan Rocco sambil menahan tangis. "Maafkan aku, Kak Claire. Aku seharusnya nggak menerima kenaikan jabatan itu. Kumohon, jangan sakiti dirimu dan Rocco lagi!" Aku menyeka darah yang terus mengalir di sudut bibirku, lalu kembali menghadap pengacara. "Aku sudah nggak punya keluarga lagi. Demi tidak menunda proses kremasi jenazahku tiga hari lagi, tolong bantu selesaikan proses perceraian secepatnya."

Mein Mafia-Ehemann Alessio schlief mit seiner Stiefschwester Sophia. Im Auto, im Arbeitszimmer, im Badezimmer, sogar auf dem Esstisch – überall hinterließen sie Spuren ihrer Affäre. „Sophia, keine Sorge. Sobald ich meine Stellung in der Familie gefestigt habe, werde ich dir alles geben.“ „Blair… sie ist nur ein Werkzeug, um meine Position zu sichern.“ In unseren acht Ehejahren hatte er die süßesten Worte der Welt in mein Ohr geflüstert. Jetzt war seine Hingabe nichts mehr wert. Ich weinte nicht und machte keine Szene. Stattdessen traf ich eine Abmachung auf dem Schwarzmarkt. In zwei Wochen würde Blair Greco für immer aus dieser Welt verschwinden.

Tras la muerte de mi hermana, firmé un contrato matrimonial por cinco años con su esposo, Horton Falcone, un hombre de la mafia. Me convertí en la madrastra de mi sobrino de cinco años, Luca. El día de mi cumpleaños, me puse el collar con la cruz de diamantes de mi difunta hermana, sin darme cuenta de lo que representaba. Durante la cena familiar, Luca se me acercó con una copa de vino tinto y me la aventó a la cara. El vino tinto escurrió por mis mejillas; su olor penetrante me ardía en los ojos y manchaba mi vestido blanco. Echó la cabeza hacia atrás para mirarme; tenía los ojos tan crueles como los de su padre. —No creas que vas a reemplazar a mi mamá nada más porque te casaste y entraste a la familia Falcone —dijo con una sonrisa maliciosa—. Tú tienes la culpa de que esté muerta. Ojalá te hubieras muerto tú. Así podría romper tu lápida en vez de celebrar este cumpleaños estúpido. ¡Cuando sea grande, voy a tirarte al Río Hudson! El recuerdo ardía tanto como el vino, y lo único que me quedaba era un sabor a desesperanza. Me quedé mirando al niño que había criado como propio durante cinco años y sentí mucho dolor. Había pensado que podía entregarme a la familia Falcone, que podría ganármelo con mi cariño. Pero ahora, ya estaba harta. Era una familia sin amor, con un niño que me veía como su enemiga. Dejé de engañarme. Era hora de dejarlo ir. Pero después de irme, ese padre arrogante y su hijo regresaron arrastrándose hacia mí como perros para suplicar mi perdón.

Anne came from an Island in the province of Leyte. She was raised by an old couple who wasn't blessed with child. Nang mapalayas sila sa kanilang bahay, nagpasya sila na lumuwas ng Manila upang doon makipagsapalaran. Napadpad sila sa Quiapo. Upang mabuhay, nagbenta sila ng mga halamang gamot at kung ano-ano pa. Doon nakilala ni Anne si Rose, isang nakakatuwang babae na mayroong guwapong asawa at higit sa lahat bilyonaryo. The kind woman take her into her house and offered her a job. At doon niya nakilala ang guwapong si Craig, na huli na niyang napagtanto na hindi pala Craig ang pangalan nito kundi Marko. Paano niya mababawi ang gayuma na napainom niya kay Craig dahil sa pag-aakalang siya si Marko? Na inakala niyang si Craig. Ang gulo! Pero mas magulo pa ang isip niya dahil pakiramdam niya tumatalab na ang gayuma na napainom niya kay Craig dahil wala ng ginawa ito kundi ang buntutan siya at hiritan ng kaniyang mga corny na pick up lines. "Miss, may mapa ka ba diyan? Gusto ko kasing malaman ang tamang daan papunta sa puso mo."