His Belated Love Is Worth Nothing

I never should have given him the time of day yet somehow, he found a way to earn my attention. He bothered me enough to want to strangle him but he didn't care. Wesley Adams didn't care anymore and that made everyone to take notice. He wanted to hide away but it was near impossible, due to him being the name that easily slipped from everyone's lips. Many fall from the throne but he left it. He wanted to be the forgotten and be amongst us, the unknowns. And it would have been easier, if only he simply left me alone. But ofcourse, he is Wesley Adams and is the most stubborn person, I've come to know. Hi stubbornness has made him look the other way and let his heart to take over. That's what he told me, he's claimed me as his, for his heart was mine. *********************************"** This is a story of two confused teens, trying to figure things out as they go.

On the week before Valentine's Day, I want to buy my husband, Grayson Strickland, who works as a university professor, an electronic toothbrush as a gift. That's when I see a review with over ten thousand likes on a particular online store. "I recommend buying from this store! This store's electronic toothbrush is super durable! I've never had to charge this toothbrush for half a year!" Three days later, an additional response is made to that comment. "I'm sorry for misleading everyone. It turns out that my husband has been charging this toothbrush this whole time. It's my fault for being such a doofus! I even pestered him for a long time before I finally found out that he has done a lot for me! "I never have to add toilet rolls to the bathroom. All I thought is that the same toilet roll is extremely thick. The membership that I have on the TV app is often paid for and extended, and yet I thought there was a bug in the app software somehow. Some time ago, the peeling dry skin on my lips miraculously healed. It turns out he was the one who kept applying lip balm onto my lip at night. "He's a university professor, you see. In the past, I often blamed him for not knowing what being romantic was like. But now, I finally realize that those who love you will have a way of showing you how it's done." The rest of the comment section is filled with wailing complaints. They all complain that Valentine's Day isn't even here, and yet they are already sick of the lovey-dovey atmosphere. Amid the Internet users' constant requests, the poster finally uploads the handsome side profile of her husband. Feeling rather envious, I tap on the photo, only for my smile to freeze on my face. That photo actually features Grayson! As I stare at my mother-in-law, who has been paralyzed in bed for the past six years, I recall the fact that Grayson lives on the university campus all around the year. That's when uneasiness begins plaguing me. As expected, when I bring my marriage certificate to the County Clerk’s office and ask about it, the clerk points at the stamp and says, "Your marriage certificate is fake. Mr. Grayson Strickland's spouse is another woman named Callista Whitman." My fingers go slack subconsciously, causing the fake marriage certificate to fall to the floor. A chuckle of despair escapes my lips. Everyone knows that Callista is Grayson's student. She's his most prized student as well as the person who knows him the best. As for me… I'm just a free caretaker whom he has "hired".

Calla Winthrop thought she had it all—a devoted husband, a beautiful home, and a baby on the way. But on the night of their anniversary, everything shattered. A hidden mistress. A plan to steal her unborn child. And then the final betrayal… he killed her. But death didn’t take her soul—it gave her a second chance. She awakens in the body of Isadora Kane—a woman whispered about in fear, hated for her venomous tongue, cold cruelty, and ruthless past. Isadora’s name alone can curdle blood… especially her husband Madden’s. Cold, distant, dangerously powerful—he can barely stand the sight of her. But beneath the loathing is something darker... hungrier. Now trapped in the life of a woman everyone wants to see fall, Calla must play a deadly game. She must become the villainess the world believes she is—outsmart enemies she’s never met, unravel Isadora’s dangerous secrets, and resist the searing pull of a husband who wants nothing to do with her… until he starts to want everything. She’s got one goal: Take back her stolen child. Destroy the man who murdered her. But in a world where enemies wear the sweetest smiles, and the truth is tangled in seduction and lies, Calla’s second chance could become her final downfall. Because someone knows she’s not Isadora. And they're watching. Let the revenge begin….

Kilalang tahimik, seryoso, at walang paligoy-ligoy kung magsalita si Rafael Montenegro-ang CEO ng Montenegro Corp at nagmamay-ari ng mga luxury hotels sa buong bansa. Isang lalaking bihirang ngumiti at mas pinipiling manahimik kaysa makihalubilo,maliban sa kanyang mga kaibigan at pamilya. Ngunit nagbago ang lahat nang makilala niya si Misty Vergara-isang simpleng dalaga na may pangarap sa buhay. Naging katulong si Misty sa bahay nila Phyton sa loob ng isang buwan ng una siyang makita ni Rafael. Hanggang sa magsimula ang kwento nila sa asaran,away ,at tampo.Pero may hangganan ang lahat. Sa muling pagtanggap ng trabaho mula sa employ ni Misty,hindi niya akalain na si Rafael pala ang maging boss niya.Pero huli na ang lahat para siya ay umatras. Ngunit paano kung sa kalagitnaan nang kanilang pagmamahalan,dumating ang mga pagsubok na magpapabago sa lahat. Bumalik ang unang pag-ibig ni Rafael-ang babaeng minsang minahal niya nang lubos. At kasabay nito, ang alok ng ina ni Rafael kay Misty: layuan ang anak niya kapalit ng katahimikan at kapakanan ng lahat.At ang isang milyong piso. Pero pinili ni Misty ang umalis nang walang paalam. Hindi alam ni Rafael na sa kanyang paglisan, dinadala na niya ang bunga ng kanilang pagmamahalan. Ngunit paano niya sasabihin ang katotohanan kung sa kanyang pagbabalik ay malalaman niyang kasal na si Rafael sa babaeng matagal nitong hinintay? Kaya mas pinili ni Misty ang manahimik,upang sa ganun hindi makasira ng pamilya. Upang hindi siya matawag na kabit. Ngunit isang balita ang muling gigimbal sa mundo ni Misty-nasa bingit ng kamatayan si Rafael. Sa kabila ng lahat ng sakit at paglayo… Makakaya ba niyang tiisin ang lalaking minahal at hindi kailanman nakalimutan? O mas pipiliin niyang mananatiling tahimik?

He was, and had nothing when I met him. He was a terribly poor dreamer, and all he had was smooth words and endless promises. I gave up everything for him, including my family’s wealth, my privileged life, my identity as an heiress. I hid who I really was just to help him climb the ladder, brick by brick, until his name shone like gold. Our empire was built on my sacrifices. And how did he repay me? By throwing me away like a piece of used, wet tissue. By parading his new fiancée in my face and sneering, “Don’t you think I’m out of your league now?” He thought he could erase me. He thought he could take my love, my labor, my loyalty…and bury me like garbage. But he forgot one thing. I’m not just a girl he used. I’m an heiress. The gold in his pocket? The power in his hands? The empire on his shoulders? All of it came from me. Now I’ve returned to the world I left behind, with bodyguards at my side, a new fiancé chosen by my family, and more power than he could ever dream of. And when he calls me a gold digger? I’ll smile and remind him of the truth… “Gold digger? No. I’m the gold maker. And without me, Mr. Billionaire, you are nothing.”

My husband was Damian, the Don of the Manhattan Mafia. Everyone thought he worshipped me, but the second his childhood sweetheart, Sophia, came back, I became invisible. He ditched me for her over and over again. It all broke when I started miscarrying. Even as my blood stained his car seat, he didn't even flinch. He just shoved me out of the car. "Sophia has a severe phobia of blood. You’re going to terrify her!" I woke up in the hospital to a taunting text from her: “I said I was a little hungry, and Damian actually got in the kitchen to cook for me. He spoils me way too much.” The photo showed the most powerful man in the city personally making her a meal. I didn't cry. I just called my mentor. "Sir, I had thought it through, and I was accepting the invitation for that international medical research project. Get me out of here. The further, the better." Since he couldn't let Sophia go, I decided to let them be. In three days, I was leaving Damian’s world for good.

The love Edward Abend gives me is only a tenth of what he gives Daisy Neal. He gives me one set of jewelry but gives her ten sets. He throws me a wedding and throws her ten parties to celebrate them becoming an item. After being intimate with me once, he does it with her ten times. I think I'll endure this until the end of time for the sake of my family. However, Edward brings Daisy to me one day and says, "Daisy is pregnant. I want you to pretend to be pregnant, too. Once the child is born, we'll act like it's yours. Then, the child will be Abend Group's proper heir." I'm sick of this, so I don't go along with him anymore. "Let's get a divorce."

For three years, Eliza Sterling has lived with a quiet grief. After giving her husband, Scott, her entire fortune and her father's company, her only regret is the child they've been unable to conceive. On the morning of their third anniversary, she discovers Scott’s real betrayal: a secret plan to sell her father's empire out from under her, confiding in his CFO that his wife is “a soft spot” to be managed. But the real devastation waits in his office. There, she finds Scott with her stepsister, Chloe—a betrayal made monstrous when Chloe reveals the truth: their infertility is Scott’s choice, a cold strategy to prevent a true heir. Eliza is left utterly ruined, her heart, her home, and her legacy stolen. Her only offer of help comes from Adam Thorne, Scott’s rival, who presents not condolences but a partnership. In exchange for his legal and strategic might to destroy Scott, he wants a piece of the company. Eliza accepts, forging a bond built on revenge and a sharp, growing respect. As Scott watches the wife he took for granted become his most dangerous enemy, he is consumed by a regret that may be too late. Eliza must navigate a war on two fronts: a corporate battle to reclaim her power, and a personal war for her future, caught between the husband who shattered her and the rival who challenges her to rebuild herself from the ashes.

One year had gone by since my husband got married to me. I went back to the company for a celebration party. I'd just taken my seat when a woman with a Cartier ring around her finger splashed a glass of red wine in my face. "That's the chairman's seat, you slut! Who are you? How dare you take his seat!" The guests surrounded me and grabbed my hands and feet. Someone even kicked me down to the ground. I held my fury back. "I'm the chairman's wife! Matthew Grayson is my husband!" The woman yanked my hair and sneered at me. "So, you're the bitch he's forced to marry. He's already generous enough, letting you marry him. You live on his money, and now you're trying to steal his place and be the boss. I know sluts like you know no shame! Guards, throw her out!" I laughed mirthlessly. The man who leeched off me thought he could call the shots now. Still, I kept my fury in check and called his number. "Hello, Matthew. Did you tell everyone I lived on your money and that you're the boss of the company?"

My African American Mom married a rich Japanese man. As I moved the skeleton of my new bed next to the window, I felt a gaze focused on me. Outside my window, was the house next door. The house shape was similar to ours, so it also had a window facing mine at the same level. Standing there on the other side was a skinny Japanese boy. As soon as I laid eyes on him, he stiffened, then shyly smiled and waved. His hair was all over the place, seeing him in his tanktop I thought to myself that he must've just rolled out of bed. But wasn't it the afternoon already? The boy says something but of course I can't hear him with my window closed so I slide it open. "Eto....hi." He tried in English. If someone were to tell me later I'd come to care about him deeply, I'd find that hard to believe. For as long as I could remember I've always felt empty. And that emptiness, I hid on instinct.