Got Viserys

I secretly married my husband for six years, and then his first love came back. I decide to leave with my child and let his first love take her rightful place.

Love lost! Identity forgotten!! Mira is a final year student in college, according to nature she gave her heart to a man who she loved and trusted so much. It was finally their graduation and she gave her body to the one man she trusted wholeheartedly, but nature strikes back when she gets pregnant. Her father disowned and threw her out of his house, Mira had no other choice but to go to her boyfriend, who she indirectly found out was cheating on her. Heart broken and shattered she runs away with thoughts in her heart and got knocked into the river by a vehicle. Now, she lost her memories after giving birth to her twins, they got separated and taken to a foster home because of mental issues. Few years later, she becomes a paid nanny to the same kids she bore but she knew nothing about it. Will she gain back her memories? Would she find her way back to true love? Let's take a ride!!!

Liora Vance has always been invisible. The quiet girl next to her dazzling best friend...a shadow. Until one night at a graduation pool party. One reckless moment when she meets Ronan Vale, the hot senior who had been expelled, he was dangerous in a way that steals her breath. One intense night together leaves her forever changed. By morning he is gone. And no one remembers him, he's not even in the records, as if he never existed. A year later Liora arrives at Blackthorn College on a hard-won scholarship, determined to build a future she can control. Then in her first major seminar the student professor leading the elite research project steps forward. Ronan Vale...and to his surprise she remembers him, he offers her a contract...a juicy offer which she couldn't resist. Stay, whenever I need, whatever I need you for. But theirs is a tale as old as time. What consequences have they awaken by meeting again in this lifetime?

Matagal nang may gusto si Divine sa boss niyang si Ziancio ngunit mas pinili niyang itago ang tunay na nadarama habang ipinagpapatuloy ang tungkulin bilang personal assistant nito. She was determined to keep her feelings hidden in the dark forever, but everything changed when that night happened.   After finding out that his girlfriend cheated on him, Ziancio drowned himself in alcohol. He was so drunk that he didn’t even remember that he made love with his secretary the moment he woke up sober.   It was a mistake, and Divine never wants to remember it again. Batid niya na hindi siya magagawang mahalin nang tunay ni Ziancio, kaya nangako siya na ililihim niya na lamang ang nangyari sa kanila habambuhay.   Pero magagawa pa bang itago ni Divine ang gabing iyon kung nagbunga ito ng dalawang anghel na tuluyang nagpabago ng buhay niya?

"This is so wrong. I shouldn't be here with you. I should avoid you if I want to survive." He drawled in a hoarse as sniffed down her neck. "I should but I can't." ***** Anastasia Nelton, a single mother with a painful past finds a new chance at life when she is given a job at Kade Inc. Her hope that had just begun to take shape gets shattered when she runs smack into the president of said company. He is her past, her bane and the father of her child. She does not want anything to do with him, but a wolf cannot outrun it's mate. Betrayal, Attraction, Dark secrets, Curses and Untold Truths. Will Anastasia be able to navigate chaos that is her Cursed mate, Tristan Connor? Or will she get drowned with no way to survive?

In the three years since I became Zander's mate, I've tried to kill myself ninety-nine times. Kidnapped by a rival pack in my youth, years of torture nearly destroyed me. I clawed my way back to the Crescent Moon Pack, only to find my place had been taken by an adopted daughter, Vivian. My Beta parents doted on her, and my fated mate—the Alpha himself—had eyes only for her. I begged them, told them my kidnapping and my suicide attempts weren't accidents, but all I ever heard was: "Ember, you're delusional. You just wandered off and got lost." "You tried to drown yourself in the river." The people closest to me, and not one of them believed me. Until the ninety-ninth time. Another "suicide." When I woke up three days later, I rubbed my aching head. My eyes were vacant, my own gaze foreign to me. I had forgotten who I was, forgotten the humiliation I'd endured, forgotten the desperate girl who had thrown away her dignity for a scrap of her Alpha's affection. At the pack ceremony, while everyone waited for me to fawn pathetically over Zander, a single tear slid down my cheek for reasons I couldn't comprehend. I wiped it away and, under the shocked stares of the entire pack, announced calmly: "Zander," my voice was steady. "I don't love you anymore. So I, Ember of the Crescent Moon Pack, hereby reject you as my mate." "This little act again?" Zander sneered, his eyes glinting with the same casual contempt they always held for me. But he didn't know. This time, I was leaving him for good. It wasn't until I vanished completely that the ones who'd never believed me were the ones who truly went mad.

I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years. But not at me. At her. My cousin, Isla. His first love. She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother. They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt. I was never meant to be here. I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me. To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders. He never touched me unless required. He never looked at me like I was his Luna. In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter. And I knew. I had played my part long enough. So I turned away. It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine. But when he sensed I was really leaving, when the tether between us began to snap, he broke. Dropped to his knees, clutching the pups like lifelines, his voice raw. "Please," he whispered, "don't leave me." Even the pups cried, reaching for me with shaking hands. "Mom, we’re sorry… We didn't mean it. Please don't go."

Dr. Jasper Hawthorne brings his colleagues on another expedition, that of his old mentor. Dragging into the barren field of Antarctica they stumble upon something unexpected. Bringing along his great niece Bridgette will it be a happy coincidence, or does fate have something up its sleeve?

Everyone in Palermo knew Alessandro De Luca had a reputation. He was the Boss of the De Luca family, one of the oldest bloodlines in Sicily — a name tied to the port, the courts, and half the construction contracts in Palermo. Wealth, power, discipline—those things were expected. Romance was not. He didn’t chase women, and he never went back to the same one twice. Until me. When we broke up after a brutal argument, he did something no De Luca had done in generations—he stood outside the gates of the Moretti estate, my family home, for an entire day and night. I watched from behind the curtains and never opened the door. The next day, he came inside the estate kitchen himself. Alessandro De Luca, who grew up surrounded by servants, tried to cook my favorite seafood pasta with his own hands. He burned the sauce. I threw it away without tasting it. On the third day, he found the necklace my grandmother had left me—something my uncle had sold years ago—and bought it back, paying far more than it was worth, just to return it to me. At a formal family dinner, in front of elders and allies, he made it clear: No more women. Only me. It took him a year to win me back. That summer, fireworks lit up the Palermo coastline as he announced our engagement. I believed he had chosen me. Until the night of a private gathering at an old harbor estate. A young woman was being pulled forward in the middle of the courtyard, her dress torn at the shoulder, tears running down her face. Alessandro went still. Then he stood up. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t explain. He just walked toward her. And something inside me went cold. I rested my hand over my abdomen. There was something I hadn’t told him yet. He broke his word that night. So I broke mine.

I’d been dead a month before my family even noticed. It wasn’t concern that brought them to that realization. It was my silence after the so-called “dinner” with Adam Rossi, the infamous mafia boss. My father scoffed like always,“She probably shacked up with that bastard. Too busy spreading her legs to pick up the damn phone.” My sister texted me a photo of them smiling under the Christmas tree, ornaments twinkling like nothing was wrong. Bitch, she wrote. You better talk Mr. Rossi into working with Dad, or you might as well be dead already. And my mother—once the softer one—was now colder than the frost on their windows. “I told you, we should’ve sent Gia to charm Mr. Rossi. Serena always screws things up.” They didn’t think I would die. Not until they found my body—broken, rotten, and forgotten—in Adam Rossi’s basement.