Heartstrings Bag

After my husband's car accident, I did a checkup and found out he had a malignant brain tumor. Instead of telling him right away, I stuck the report in my bag, planning to wait for the right moment. Guess what? He found it first—and thought I was the one with the tumor. A few days later, I overheard him in his office, laughing with a buddy: "My wife? No looks, no figure, just money—and now she's got a brain tumor. Talk about a win for me. If Rainee hadn't gone abroad, I'd never have married her. Bad luck, huh? At least I dodged the kid bullet. Once she's gone, I get everything." Then he pulled the amnesia card, blamed it on the accident, and started treating Rainee like his wife. He even welcomed her into our house. I smiled and said, "Nathan, let's get a divorce."

I loved Clara deeply. When she was in danger, I didn't hesitate to save her, even at the cost of my own life. The incident left both my legs broken and confined me to a wheelchair, but she promised we'd marry once she passed her medical boards. To help her focus on her studies, I worked tirelessly, wheeling myself around day and night to make ends meet. But behind my back, she rekindled her relationship with Caleb Carter, her childhood sweetheart. One day, I found her in his arms, laughing and happy. I confronted her, demanding to know why she'd betrayed me. She responded by shoving me to the ground, treating me like I was worthless. Then she pulled a scalpel from her medical bag, her hands steady as she held it over my chest. "Caleb needs a heart transplant to live," she said. "Please, help me one last time."

"You're cheating?!" I thundered, my voice shaking the walls. Jonathan scrambled off the bed, panic splitting his face. But Tara? She didn’t even flinch, she was calm—like I hadn’t just caught her with my boyfriend. I wanted to believe my eyes were deceiving me, but the truth was clear. Jonathan, the man I loved, was cheating on me with my best friend! The gift bag in my hand felt heavier now, a cruel reminder of why I had come. We were supposed to celebrate our one-year anniversary. Instead, I discovered not just his betrayal—but his true intentions. To him, I was never more than a means to an end; a way to give him a child. Desperate for money to save my father’s life, I signed a contract marriage with a stranger. But I never expected that stranger to be Jonathan’s uncle.

On my husband's birthday, I ask him for 100 dollars for groceries. Yet he ends up transferring 100 thousand dollars to me, saying that it's "to buy Shannon a bag". A moment later, he bombards me with texts, saying that he transferred the money wrongly and that he wants me to return it to him. "Hello? Why aren't you giving me back the money? Give it back to me, you shameless woman!" Just then, Shannon Lambert updates her social media. "It's his birthday, but he's given me a huge diamond ring. It's so weird, but I love it!" Only then do I realize he's been pretending to be poor all these years. He's spent all his money on Shannon, a student he's been sponsoring. I refuse to transfer the money back to him. Instead, I reply, "I'll give you back half of it once we're divorced."

There's nothing more shattering than hearing that you're signed off as a collateral to marry in order to clear off your uncle's stupid debts. "So this is it" I pull the hoodie over my head and grab my duffel bag that is already stuffed with all my important stuff that I need for survival. Carefully I jump down my window into the bushes below skillfully. I've done this a lot of times that I've mastered the art of jumping down my window. Today is different though, I'm not coming back here, never! I cannot accept marrying some rich ass junkie. I dust the leaves off my clothe and with feathery steps, I make out of the driveway. A bright headlight of a car points at me making me freeze in my tracks, another car stops and the door of the car opens. There's always only one option, Run!

Raphael and Jenna have been dating for two years and recently, they've been seeing less of each other due to work (at least that's his excuse) only for them to meet up again and Jenna is presented with a wedding invite. With a shattered and anger-filled heart, Jenna puts on her best dress and goes manhunting in a popular club. "That's right! I'm gonna bag a real man tonight!' She had a bet with her stepsister to have a one-night stand with a stranger but she got played for the second time in one day. Her world finally crumbles to the lowest of the low when she attends her ex's wedding and finds out her stepsister is the bride. Why say no to my parents' pick? I have nothing to lose. My life is no longer mine. Of course, it's no longer your life, when you realize you have an arranged marriage with the billionaire CEO from your one-night stand.

"Yes, apologize. I'm not the reason you're so tall, you don't even see the people below you, your narcissistic Highness!" I blurted angrily, with a hint of sarcasm. My confidence soon waned drastically and the regret bounced in. My first day in Brownston and here I was, already making trouble. "Mundanes and being problematic," he muttered, turning to leave immediately. That did it. I could have sworn a puff of smoke its way out of my ears accompanied by the overwhelming surge of anger that rose from the depth of my stomach. I hurled at him my saddle bag with all the energy my slim hands could gather and it landed right across his pale face. ** Alexis—a Trueblood who had lived forever in a void of endless time bumps into Dawn, a college student who sought adventure. Was his tedious life about to get more intriguing? What were the hardships that came with the existence of a mundane in his life?

Athena Caddel, the punching bag of the Alpha of Silver Blood Pack. She had been dreaming of leaving the little town they lived in ever since she was young. For as long as she could remember, she's always been bullied by the alpha. She was disliked by most people there thanks to her mom, who cheated on her father. To say it shortly, Athena was the product of the cheating. Another reason being she's human, or so they thought. Nicholas Ashford, the Alpha of the Silver Blood Pack. He was one of the biggest bullies in his town which was why people feared him so much. All he ever wanted was a mate, a mate that would give him the love he yearned for. He has been waiting for two years with no such luck on finding his mate. On the night that she turns 16, she finds out he's her mate. What happens when she's terrified of him and being his mate so she hides? Or when he finds out about her being his mate? How will he react?

“Now tell me, little mate,” he murmured, his golden eyes glinting with a dangerous light, “do you want revenge on all those who did you wrong?” ___ As the illegitimate daughter of an Alpha, Dorothy's life is anything but a fairytale. Born of scandal and shrouded in shame, she has spent her years as the pack’s punching bag—bullied, neglected, and scorned by the very people who should have protected her. But just when she believes her suffering has reached its peak, fate delivers the cruelest blow: she is fated to a man so feared, so ruthless, that even his name sends shivers down spines—Alpha Ace, the King of Alphas, a broken man haunted by the loss of his previous Luna. Unable to claim or reject her, Ace keeps Dorothy close, seeking the truth behind her existence. But as their bond deepens, they uncover dark secrets tied to their fate. Will they defy destiny’s cruel hand, or will history repeat itself?

We should have been born to hate each other, but love has a will of its own, and I can't turn my back on you even though the whole world hates me. * I turned toward the woods and squinted. Then I smelled something in the air. A scent so strong that it makes me freeze. And shortly after, I heard a howl of pain, just a moment, but enough to make me sure something was wrong. I clutched my bag, ready to open it to grab my phone when something jumped over the fence between the school and the woods. It landed right in front of me, and I thought I was seeing a werewolf. But no. it’s not a werewolf like I’ve always known. He stood on his two feet. And blood was smeared on his snout and his silver-feathered, clawed hands. I can’t scream. I could only stand transfixed while my eyes locked on his eyes which were as dark as the night sky.