Gran Ray Cero

Daniel Morgan, the heir of Morgan Enterprises Holdings Inc., had everything he wanted in just a snap of his fingers, including women. However, he just wanted her, Selina, despite the fact she was a married woman and fourteen years older than him. He couldn't get her or their passionate moments out of his mind. Bella White was a beautiful, caring and innocent girl. She had a crush on Daniel since their childhood, but he never gave her attention. Everything gets complicated when Selina convinces Daniel to use Bella for keeping their affair in secret.

My boyfriend, Allen, is a fitness coach who is cheerful, handsome, and has eight-pack abs. After getting together with me, he transferred all his female students to other colleagues and would send me daily check-in photos. In anticipation of becoming his fiancee, I happily prepared for our engagement ceremony. However, two weeks before the ceremony, I discovered a bright red lipstick mark on Allen’s workout pants. I quickly pulled up the check-in photo he had sent me that day. Through the reflection on a dumbbell, I saw a woman standing next to Allen—her lips painted in the exact same lipstick color. Most of the previous photos had flaws, but I had trusted Allen too much to notice them. Looking at his message under the photo, I let out a cold laugh. "Baby, I have to work overtime today to train a male student." He actually dared to deceive me. Just then, my phone rang. It was the wedding planning company confirming the engagement ceremony setup. I quickly responded with a confirmation. The ceremony would proceed as planned—except I had a special surprise prepared for Allen, one he would never forget.

Charles Grayson Eleazar Fiumara, is the son of the adopted heir of the prestigious Fiumara family and the newest member of Foedus Corporation. A man driven by memories that refuse to fade away. Raised in a world of privilege and success, Grayson embodies the ideal of a perfect life, with good looks and intelligence to match. However, beneath his polished exterior lies a deep-seated rage, a fire ignited by the devastating war that erupted between him and his granduncle, Edison Fiumara. The tragedy that befell Grayson's family took away his beloved mother, Andrea Fiumara, and his younger sister, Gracielle Ann. Their deaths shattered his world, leaving him consumed by a thirst for vengeance. Guided by his memories, Grayson sets out on a relentless quest to avenge the blood that was spilled and the heart that was torn. He pursues justice with unyielding determination, fueled by a burning desire to bring his family's killer to his knees. As Grayson delves deeper into the shadows, he uncovers a labyrinth of hidden secrets and unexpected alliances. Along the way, he learns that the truth he seeks is not as simple as it seems, and the real culprits may be closer than he ever imagined. Haunted by the past and driven by a desire for retribution, Grayson battles not only external foes but also the demons within himself. As he unravels the truth, he discovers that redemption lies not only in vengeance but also in finding the strength to let go of the past and embrace a future shaped by forgiveness and healing. Will Grayson's relentless pursuit of justice lead him to the real culprits behind his family's tragedy, or will his memories cloud his judgment and drive him to a path of no return?

While my husband was chatting with his friend at the dining table, his friend suddenly spoke in Italian. “You married Lyra to write a pardon letter for River. You’ve been showing more concern toward Lyra, but you’re still lying to her and saying that the contraceptives are antidepressants. Don’t you think Lyra will break down if she learns the truth?” My husband wore a complicated expression as he chuckled bitterly and said, “Why let a child be born if I don’t want it? As for Lyra, so long as she doesn’t interfere with River’s happiness, I’ll keep my promise and protect her for life.” No one knew that I had already learned Italian to keep up with my husband. I stood in the living room with fresh hickeys on my neck. In my hand, I held the “antidepressants” and felt a chill run down my spine. So, my husband’s love for me had been fake? My salvation had actually been a meticulously planned lie? In that case, I would help them fulfill their wishes.

After I got pregnant, my husband started driving for Uber after work to help with household expenses. He wouldn't return home until the early hours of the morning. Then, on Valentine's Day, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my belly. I called an ambulance to take me to the hospital. When I arrived, I saw my husband entangled with another woman. Both of them were being wheeled into the emergency room. "Tsk, these two really have no shame, going at it right out in public," someone muttered. "They probably wrecked the car in the process, don't you think?" another chimed in. "What's even worse," a voice added with a hint of horror, "is that guy has a wife!" The bystanders gasped in unison. "His wife must be devastated." Whether his wife is devastated or not, I don't know. But one thing is certain—he'll be going straight to hell for this!

He was busy kissing her. Catching her breath, she took out the dagger and while he’s busy stripping her skirt. Kill. She stabbed his back. He froze as she met his eyes. He growled in pain as she pushed him hard but he grabbed her neck and throw her away. She hold the dagger tightly as she landed on her foot and knee. “You little bitch.” He growled as she raised her dagger, the tip was facing down and the sharp blade was facing him. He could feel the burn on his back as he laughed. “As I expected, you weren’t just a timid girl, Bella.” He watched those blank eyes. Like there’s no soul on it. Kill. There he heard it again as she attacked immediately and he caught her wrist the blade was near on his eyes. He gripped on it and he pinned her down on the floor as he broke her wrist in anger. She growled in pain as she released the dagger. He took it and throw it out. Now with other hand, he reached her right ear and pulled out an earpiece. He crumbled it into pieces as he growled. “Bella!” He growled. “You little traitor.” She whimpered as she tried to kneed him but his knees were on hers, completely holding her down. “Shhh!” He pressed his forehead to hers as he stared right into her eyes. “Bella, Bella. My. Mate.” She froze and stops struggling. He finally let her go as he carried her to bed. He reached her broken wrist and fixed it. Then, he put cloth around it to support it. He pulled out his phone and rang Paxton. Then, he tossed it away. “Mate,” straddled over her and reached her neck.

A car accident left my mother-in-law bleeding and desperate for help, but her plea was heartlessly rejected by her own daughter. Even on her deathbed, my mother-in-law's only wish was to see her one last time. However, she was busy staying by her first love's side, euthanizing his dog. "You better stay as far away from me as possible! My mom's perfectly fine!" she shouted before hanging up on me, only to spend the night tangled with her first love in a hotel room. It was not until after the cremation ceremony that she returned—carrying a birthday cake. What greeted her was not a celebration but her mother's funeral. She cried, sobbing uncontrollably, "Mom! You haven't even celebrated my birthday yet! Don't leave me!" I stared at her and pulled the divorce papers from my bag. How fitting. This time, I was leaving too.

Who needs enemies when your best friend is prepared to kill you? Why? Because she wants my alpha mate. Worse yet, my mate wants her.   My Gamma paid the ultimate price to help me escape. I can’t let his sacrifice be in vain. I crossed paths with a lone wolf, Ellie. She helped me. Now I hide my identity and live in the human world. I may not be reaching my full potential. But at least I am alive.    Ellie and I meet monthly to support one another. This was when we stumbled across an injured Alpha wolf.   He doesn’t remember who he is or which pack he belongs to. One thing is for certain, he doesn’t belong around here. So who is he, and how can I get him home? While we wait for him to regain his memory. I find myself responsible for him.   We finally got him home. I am forced to reassess my life, confront my demons, and plan my future.  A future I never knew I wanted. 

At graduation, I invited my classmates to attend my engagement party, but what I didn’t expect was the total meltdown one of my classmates had when she saw my engagement photos. She strutted over, full of herself, and demanded that I take off my dress so she could use it to polish her shoes. I blinked in confusion, thinking she must have lost her mind. I laughed and suggested she head over to the campus clinic to get checked out. Instead, she exploded, pointing a finger right in my face as she started yelling. “You leech! How dare you wear something so expensive?” she screamed. “You’ve been spending all of my boyfriend’s money on your filthy clothes! Have you no shame? Get down on your knees and apologize, or I guarantee you'll regret it. Who knows where you'll end up tomorrow? Maybe in the hands of some trafficker?” I couldn’t help but laugh. Who would’ve thought that my fiancé, whose tuition fees I paid for, had the nerve to keep a secret mistress behind my back?

Brielle, a young woman in her late twenty's who was preparing for a new phase in her life was tangled up in an affair that ended in one night. She had been on a one night stand with a different man and they both couldn't deny the fact that they enjoyed that phase of the night. Later on, she got to realize the man she had a one night stand with was her new boss at work and she was his secretary. She now stand in between focusing on her new job as his secretary or leave her work just to save her face. Xavier who was her boss at work didn't treat her any different because they had a night affair some months ago but, he wouldn't let her go have fun with some other man depriving her with more work loads to keep her busy and stay with him. At times, he would be a different man she wanted to stay away from at all cost and sometimes, he had his sweet coat on which every other woman would fall for. Slowly, he began to fall in love with her and she tried to set boundaries not wanting to end up with the same man she had a one night stand with. She never thought he would convey any feelings for her because whatever they had shared that night was supposed to end that night as well. Brielle was thrown in a conflicting state of choices when she found out she was pregnant for him. Would she choose to love her boss whom she had made out with?