Honestly Artinya

The day my husband, Caleb Vale, buries his first love, Layla Shaw, he stands in front of me and throws our wedding ring into the sea. For the next 12 years, the breakfasts I bring him go straight into the trash, and the scarf I stay up all night knitting is tossed into the fire and burned to ash. The cruelest moment is when he looks me in the eye and says, "Aurora, if you really want to please me, you might as well go die." But when a mugger comes at me with a knife, Caleb still steps in front of me without a second's hesitation. As he lies dying in my arms, he uses the very last of his strength to force out a few broken words. "Go... I hope I never see you again in my next life." At the funeral, Helena Rogers sobs until she faints. "This is all my fault. I never should've arranged your marriage..." Everyone around us pities him and resents me. They whisper that I'm a jinx and wonder why I'm not the one who died. And honestly, I wonder the same thing. Why not me? After Caleb is lowered into the ground, I climb to the top floor of the building and jump. As I hover on the edge of death, a cold, mechanical voice echoes in my mind. "Binding complete. Wish detected. The system will now send you back 12 years."

“What?!” I finally manage to croak out. “Let me fuck you”he repeats Okay so I heard him correctly. I turn to leave but then remember that Clare is probably riding Shane’s dick right now so I stop.I think about it for a second then I decide that I’m going to do it. My core clenches at the thought of having sex for the first time and I become more aware that I want to do this. “Okay”I tell him I walk back to the room locking the door.I take off my dress and then walk towards the random stranger who is beckoning me with his finger. This is so fucked up but I’m determined to enjoy this so I don’t pay too much attention to the details because that’ll only make me overthink this. Besides all I ever wanted was to lose my virginity to Shane Ryder but now that he is balls deep inside Clare Haistings I don’t think that matters anymore. He takes his shirt off, his torso and chest rippling. I almost let out a moan. The dim lights are making him look like a sex God and its honestly the alcohol but I suddenly can’t wait to have him inside me. I run my hands down his tight torso.

I'm a human who works as a personal dietitian of Alpha Liam of the Undergrove pack. There was a man I accidentally ran into and actually said to me the words, "You're alive." But I didn't remember anything that I had the experience of surviving death and I knew in myself that I didn't have amnesia but when he added, "What happened to your wolf? Why do you smell like a human? Who did this to you?" Like... excuse me? How can I have a wolf if I'm a human? It's hard to believe but because of that questions, the realization that I don't remember anything from my past especially my childhood days, unlocked. When I found out that he is Alpha Liam's cousin, I asked Alpha about him and his answer was really shocking, "Honestly Nalani... I wonder why you didn't even bother to ask about your past; who your parents are, where you really come from. And thank you for paying attention to asking about him and it's time for you to know, that you are a werewolf and Ross, my cousin, the Alpha of the Dark Furious pack is your mate." Mate... that Alpha Ross is my mate and I used to have a wolf. How did this all happen? Who am I really? And how come I didn't notice it for five years? When was the day my memory about the past was blocked?

“I didn't think you'd come,” Mason Remington said. Lisa's breathing slowly increased as she tightly gripped the contract in her hands. It was already rumpled from the many times she'd read it, playing its letters like a movie in her head, over and over. Was she honestly considering it? She had a boyfriend. And even though she had always wanted Mason, craved him for years, he was her brother's best friend, who before today had never thought of her as anything other than a little sister. She knew what he wanted and what she'd be getting into if she went through with this, but all those thoughts seemed to vanish as she made her way into his office. Mason closed the distance between them, drawing her close with his hands to her waist and closing the door forcefully behind her. He now had her in his arms, giving her a small smile before crushing his mouth to hers, shutting her up before she could say anything. His hands moved up her back and crushed her tiny body against his, causing a quiet moan from her. He kissed her as though he was hungry for her. It wasn't just a show of power but desire. And with every brush of his tongue against hers, she knew all too well, that there was no way on earth she could say no to his proposal.

Fresh out of college, Clara Stewart asked me to take on a $500,000 mortgage for her. When I refused, she turned around and bought an $800,000 villa in full, for another guy. Holding up the property deed, she told me: "Jayden, the truth is, I'm actually rich. I've been pretending to be poor to test you. Unfortunately, you failed. I'm disappointed in you. Let's break up." I simply smiled and walked away without a second thought. The irony? I'm the son of the richest man in the country. I was pretending to be broke, too. Fast forward four years, we met again at the National Wealth Summit. Clara had just barely made it into the top 50 on the list, clinging to the arm of Henry Brown as they entered. She spotted me in simple clothes with no visible brand, holding a child in one arm and the keys to a Porsche Cayenne in the other. Thinking I was someone's driver, she sneered: "Jayden, you really went all out just to see me again? Let's be real, you're just a driver now, and I'm on the wealth list. We live in completely different worlds. Don't waste your time fantasizing." I did not bother replying. Honestly, I was only there because my billionaire dad insisted. I had finally cleared a day to spend with my son and now I had to waste it on that.

At our wedding, my wife's assistant "accidentally" uploaded the wrong photo. The big screen was supposed to display our wedding portraits. Instead, it was a picture of my wife and him in full wedding attire. Their fingers were laced together, their eyes locked in a soft, intimate gaze, looking every bit like a blissfully happy couple. The entire venue erupted in shocked whispers. The assistant froze in shock, acting like he had no idea why he was in the photo. He started panicking, asking if we should just postpone the ceremony. My wife, however, stayed surprisingly calm. She whispered her solution, “Everyone’s here. Postponing now would be humiliating and, honestly, a bad omen. Beside, most people here don’t even know what the groom looks like. Why don’t we just let him stand in for you?” Our friends were dumbfounded. They all thought I’d explode in anger and jealousy after hearing something so outrageous. Instead, I nodded, saying it was actually a great idea. Seeing how composed I remained, my wife looked pleased with herself. She told me that since we were legally married anyway, she’d make it up to me later with another ceremony. However, she seemed to have forgotten one thing: she had just signed the divorce papers.

I was ten years old when I lost my hearing saving Adrian Falcone's life. After that, I couldn't survive without my hearing aids. He held my hand afterward, his eyes red-rimmed with guilt, and made me a promise in front of his entire family. "Serena Lombardi, I'll protect you with my life," he said. "I'll marry you." But when I turned eighteen, everything changed. Adrian needed to pass some test set by Daniela Moretti—the daughter of a rival family—and he chose the cruelest way to prove himself. He ripped the hearing aids from my ears in front of everyone and laughed. "You're just a deaf, useless burden," he said, his voice cold and cutting. "I've been sick of you for years. Honestly? I wish you'd died in that explosion when we were ten and saved me the trouble." I gripped the rehabilitation report the doctor had just handed me, and my fingers crushed the paper's edges. The diagnosis was precise—my hearing had fully recovered. That night, I burned my hearing aids and convinced my parents to cut all ties with the Falcone family. Adrian Falcone, we're done. Whatever we had, whatever you owed me—it's over now.

Evelyn had baked a cake to celebrate her boyfriend's birthday. But outside the private room, she overheard his conversation with his friends. ‎ ‎"Honestly, I've never considered marrying Evelyn. She's just someone to pass time with. I will keep her around for now and when I get bored, I will end things with her. That's all." ‎ ‎"Don't you think that's a bit unfair to her? Evelyn has been with you for four years now." One of his friend blurted out. ‎ ‎"True, but I don't give a fuck. She isn't the kind of woman I envisioned as my partner. She's nothing like Andrea. Andrea is elegant, gorgeous and smart. She understands the business world and would be a perfect match for me" ‎ ‎Evelyn's heart shattered. ‎ ‎Andrea was her friend, and she couldn't believe they were seeing each other behind her back. ‎ ‎Then, Evelyn made a decision~ she made a call. ‎ ‎"Dad, I will return back home and go through with the wedding." ‎ ‎Later, Chris realized she was the heiress of one of the richest men in the country—And he totally freaked out. ‎ ‎He wouldn't let her go, but she was already claimed by someone else— The most powerful and ruthless billionaire- ALEXANDER BLACKWOOD. ‎ ‎Alexander cold demeanor melted into a passionate affection for Evelyn- which left Evelyn bewildered and completely captivated!

At our daughter’s three-month milestone party, my husband Garrett’s so-called "best friend" publicly humiliated me. “Hey, Vivian. I heard you're a little loose down there after popping out the kid.” "If it's that bad, you better get some tightening surgery quick—don't wanna mess up your marriage vibes!" Garrett shot her a playful glare and snapped, "Knock it off, Scarlett! You can't just say whatever pops into your head." Then he turned to me with a breezy shrug. "She's just like that—total tomboy. We grew up together; she means no harm." Scarlett shook her half-exposed breast and pouted, "Oh, come on, don't take it personally, Vivian. Honestly, I'm kind of jealous of you." "See, my problem is the opposite. I'm way too tight—hurts like hell during my period. No clue who's gonna get lucky with this later." Then she cut her eyes toward Garrett with a playful wink. " Oh right, you've tried it before, haven't you?" The room went dead silent. Every pair of eyes drifted toward me, barely concealing their curiosity. I smiled, set down my wine glass, and looked at Scarlett with fake concern. "That's strange. I don't remember making it that tight when I did your surgery."

# Napalunok ako nang makababa sa puting kotse na naghatid saakin, napatingala ako sa malaking simbahan na nasa harapan ko. Ito na ba yon? Kukunin na ba ako ni Lord? Mas mabuti pang kunin na lang ng kalangitan kesa naman ikasal sa bwisit na CEO Dehan Aragon na yon. I just promoted as the Team Manager of Social Contribution team, that doesn't mean na pwede na akong ikasal sa kung kanino. Walang gana akong naglakad papalapit sa simbahan na iyon. Honestly, I'm having second thoughts, pero ano pa bang magagawa ko? Muntikan na akong mapatalon nang kusang bumukas ang malalaking pinto, there I saw those people looking at me, with different emotions and expectations. Napatingin ako sa harap ng altar at nakita si Dehan Aragon, nakaawang ang bibig niya na parang nagtataka. Gwapo naman siya, matalino, hot, at 'medyo' mabait. Pero sabi nga ni Elsa "You can't marry a man you just met" Kesa maglakad papunta sa harap ay binuhat ko ang mahabang suot ko at tumakbo papalayo. Narinig ko ang sigawan ng mga tao dala ng pagkagulat, bahala na! I never thought that escaping him, the CEO of HT Financial Company would be bad idea.....