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Dahil sa pamimilit ng magulang ni Griffin Zale Kellneer na ipakasal siya sa babaeng hindi naman nito minahal ay napilitan siyang pakasalan ang babaeng si Samantha Lagdamiyo.  Isang pekeng kasal kapalit ng limang milyong peso.  Sa loob ng isang buwan na nagsama sila sa iisang bubong, hindi man aminin ng dalawa ay minahal nila ang isa't-isa.  Walang sikretong hindi nabubunyag. Kaya nung malaman ng magulang ni Griffin na peke lang ang kanilang pagsasama ay lumayo si Samantha dala ang perang kapalit ng kasal.  Makalipas ang limang taon nagbalik si Samantha dala ang batang babae, ipinakilala itong anak ni Griffin.  Ngunit sa hindi inaasahan ay ito rin ang naging hudyat ng pagkamatay ng ama ng binata.  Labis ang pagsisi ni Samantha dahil kinamuhian siya ng lalaki at ito rin ang dahilan upang hindi tanggapin ng binata ang pinakilala nitong anak. Ngunit tila mapaglaro ang panahon, dahil isang pagkakamali ang ginawa na paghihiganti ni Griffin kay Samantha. Mapapatawad pa kaya niya ang babae? Maibabalik pa ba niya ang kanyang pagmamahal kay Samantha? O mananatili na lang ang kanyang pagkamuhi sa babae? Gayong kailangan siya ng babae ng magbalik ito sa kanyang buhay. 

At just fourteen years old Lilac Einar made a greivous mistake. Using her ability, a magic forbidden by her kind, she commited an irreversible crime. Trusting her best-friend and the only boy she'd ever loved, future Alpha Nox Griffin, she turns herself in believing he'll listen to her side of the story. Nox Griffin's betrayal shatters their lifelong friendship and the budding feelings between the two. For her crimes, Lilac Einar is sentenced to a lifetime of servitude at the infamous Lycan's Training Camp, a place where only the elite are sent. From then on, torture, pain, and blood are all Lilac knows. Not a day goes by where Lilac doesn't think about her home, and the revenge she'd someday take on the people who wronged her. After four long years, Lilac finally finds her opportunity. She has many names to cross off her list, and at the very top is the only boy she ever loved: Nox Griffin.

Born of royalty, yet feeling like an outsider, Aria has never truly belonged—especially as the only werewolf child of the powerful Lycan King Jensen and the legendary hybrid Rosalee. With bright blue eyes that mark her as different, Aria finds fleeting freedom in the human world, sneaking out with her best friend to escape the expectations that weigh her down. Griffin, a brooding Lycan with a dark past, has been raised in the shadow of betrayal. Haunted by the legacy of his father's crimes and consumed by a thirst for justice, he watches Aria with a plan for revenge—until fate intervenes and binds them in a way neither of them could have expected. Thrown together by destiny, torn apart by pride, and tested by secrets that could change everything, Aria and Griffin must navigate a fragile balance of love, loyalty, and legacy. As tensions rise between Lycans and werewolves, their bond could be the key to peace—or the spark that ignites a devastating war.

When I'm feeling lost and helpless after being diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer, my husband is accompanying another woman for her medical checkup. I don't cry or fuss. Instead, I calmly sign the divorce papers. Later, I die without anyone knowing. Unexpectedly, my husband searches the world for me like a madman.

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!

On the day I attend the centennial celebration of my alma mater, I encounter my first love, Victor Whitmore. After he delivers a speech as an alumni representative, he publicly presents me with a diamond ring. "Back then, you said you wanted to use your 'Wild Roses' design to make me a wedding ring. Now it's my turn to propose. Claire Webb, will you marry me?" The auditorium erupts in excitement. Everyone waits for me to nod tearfully in agreement. After all, I once pursued Victor with such passion that it shocked the entire school. However, everyone has forgotten something. Back then, I was accused of plagiarizing Emma Palmer's work for my graduation project. Victor knew the truth, yet he slandered me as the plagiarizer. At the press conference, as the brand representative, he announced that they would cease collaboration with me and called for me to be blacklisted across the industry. On the very day my reputation was ruined, I moved abroad. Now that I'm back, his close friend keeps advising me. "He's been waiting for you all these years. Even though you embarrassed him back then, you're still the one in his heart. "He even made a scene at the principal's office just to get your graduation certificate. Claire, he truly loves you."

Carl Anderson doesn't show up for our engagement party. I finally find him in a bar's private room after night has fallen. "I only think of her as a sister. Who would've expected her to want to latch onto me like that? There's no way I'll marry her in this lifetime!" He downs his drink. Later, when he and Angela Moran get married, he tells his friends to stop me at the entrance. He's afraid I'll crash his wedding and ruin it. "Keep an eye on Iris, guys. Don't let her crash the wedding!" he says. As soon as the words are out of his mouth, I show up with Henry Moran. "Don't even dream of stepping in there, Iris!" Carl looks at me warily. "You're so rude! You have to call her Aunt Iris now!" Angela greets me warmly and leads me inside.

In the second year of our marriage, which Brett Mason had secured through relentless means, he brought home his latest conquest—a stunning blonde. As the door swung shut, he ran his fingers through her silky hair, flashing me a smug, triumphant grin. "Wanna join us? You might learn a thing or two about not being such a dead fish." I could still recall how he once adored my hair, claiming that just stroking it would melt away his deepest worries. It turned out any woman could serve that purpose. In that instant, a profound sense of release washed over me. I retrieved the divorce agreement I'd stashed away in a drawer and handed it to him. "Sign it, and I'll make room for her." My days were numbered, and I had no intention of wasting what little time remained entangled in his resentment.

On the day the true heiress and I swapped places, my childhood sweetheart, bound to me by a promise made in youth, gripped my hand before our families and declared, "I chose you, not your title." Anna Pedersen, tears brimming in her eyes, enveloped me in a trembling embrace. "Joanne, we'll always be family. I'd never take what's rightfully yours." Everyone assumed I'd turned misfortune into fortune. Though I lost my status as the Pedersen heiress, I gained a steadfast lover and a selfless sister. But three years after fate corrected itself, photos of Calvin Thomas escorting Anna to a prenatal checkup flooded the internet. When I confronted him, he exhaled a plume of smoke and said coolly, "Anna is my true betrothed. This is just setting things right. Why are you so worked up?" He seized my wrist and dragged our engraved engagement ring across the back of my hand, leaving a bloody gash. "This scar will remind you of the twenty years of life you stole. Your life and I belong to their rightful owner."

Everyone knew I was hopelessly in love with Hendrick Sam, willing to sacrifice my dignity for him. In the two years we were together, he would drop everything and leave me in the hospital whenever his “one true love” called. People mocked me, saying, “Chloe, you must really enjoy being a doormat.” I just smiled and stayed silent. Later, when he was on his deathbed, he asked, “Chloe, did you ever really love me?” I turned my back on him. Because it was never him I loved, it was his heart.