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"I want to forget everything! I want to forget you! Why the hell did you came back?!" I shouted at him while we were both crying under the rain.

Yesterday, my name was Elizabeth Summers. I was 43 years old with a good job that I didn’t like much, but it paid the bills. When I woke up today, I was told my name is Kimberly Sparks. My birth certificate says I’m 24 years old. I don’t have a job or a place to live. But there’s a seriously hot guy taking me home with him. Elizabeth Summers died yesterday in a terrible fire and Kimberly Sparks was born. But I’m not a phoenix; I’m a werewolf. Who knew?

A romance story that revolves around a woman who enters a challenging job. Sa kabila ng malagim niyang nakaraan, sinubukan mabuhay ng normal ni Safirah kahit mag-isa na lamang siya sa buhay. Pinilit niyang huwag tumanggap ng kahit anumang tulong mula sa ama na matagal na niyang kinamumuhian. Kahit alam ni Safirah na mayaman ang kanyang ama ay pinili niyang humanap ng sariling ikakabuhay hanggang sa pumasok siya sa buhay ni Terence na siyang magiging amo niya. Makakayanan niya kayang pigilin ang sarili na hindi umibig sa kanyang amo o paninindigan niya ang pagiging man-hater dahil sa naranasan mismo ng kanyang sariling ina sa ama niya noon?

Law enforcement agent Jerome Sandro gave three years of his life to build a case against a man he believes to be a monster. Days before the trial, everything is at stake, including his life. He's on the run and doesn't know who to trust, including the alluring federal prosecutor, Anna Steve He needs to know whose side she's on, and he needs to know now. Even if it means kidnapping her. The road to truth will be naughty.

My husband's childhood sweetheart kills my parents in an accident due to drunk driving. I want to call the police, but my husband blindfolds me and takes me to the cellar. I'm tormented and subjected to inhumane treatment for the next three years. After each torture session, an icy male voice will ring out in my ear. "Do you still hate her, Sabrina?" One day, I finally cave and submit to the icy voice. "No, I don't. I don't hate her anymore!" I hear my husband's joyous laughter on the other end of the line. On the day he welcomes me out of the cellar, I avoid his embrace. Yet he loses his mind when I ask him for a divorce.

Broken vows don’t necessarily mean a broken marriage… Electa Leventis meant every word of the vows she shared with her husband Adrastos at the altar. Pity he didn’t return her sincerity… Expecting happy-ever-after, instead, Electa found herself going through a mortifyingly public separation! Now, divorce papers in hand, Electa has finally built up the courage to put an end to her time as the mighty Greek billionaire’s wife once and for all. But she’s forgotten the magnetic pull that devilish Adrastos possesses. And that broken vows don’t necessarily mean a broken marriage…

"Please!! Leave me, it's not right, you are my sister's husband!! It's wrong!! ", Anjali begged in front of Alex. Alex chuckled and grabbed her jaws tightly, " I don't care , from now you are my mistress , your only work is to serve your master. Now strip or you want me to do that honor for you ", He ordered woth cold expression. When Anjali heard that words from her mouth her blood boiled due to anger , she pushed him with her full strength and with full force she slapped him so hard, " Until now, I was silent just for the sake that you are my brother in law but today you have crossed your every limit. Now I will tell about you to everyone!! Just wait and watch ", Anjali said with disgust and spit on the floor while glaring Alex. Alex clenched his fist tight and fisted her hairs tightly, " I am not afraid of anything b, do whatever you want because in last you will be under me screaming my name, so it's better for saving your energy for bed ", he gritted out. " Ahhh.... I will tell Nina and dad about your disgusting acts ", Anjali glared him furiously. Alex smiled sarcastically and asked, " What will you tell them, that you fucked your brother in law on your eighteenth birthday by the way it's your family that gifted you as a gift on your eighteenth birthday and now they sold you to me " . Anjali slapped his hand and said, " Don't lie!! I know my family can't do anything like that . How could you stoop so low just for your lust." " Ok then ask your family, they will told you truth ", Alex said with bored expression and leave her hair. Without wasting any time Anjali ran out of his mention

I endured hundreds of injections just to give Stanley Brighton a child. He was moved to tears and held me, promising that even if we couldn't have children, he would love only me. I diligently followed the doctor's advice and underwent treatment. The day I confirmed my pregnancy, I was so excited that I wanted to rush home and share the good news with Stanley. But what awaited me was unimaginable. Stanley and the female tenant we shared the apartment with were lying naked together in the bathroom, sharing an intimate bath. He was behind her, holding her close, his lips incessantly biting at her earlobes. "I'll give you as many children as you want! Ten, eight—whatever it takes! Just divorce her!" "Alright, just give me some time. I'll divorce her for sure!" Hearing their whispered entanglement, I turned away, stepping into the rain, determined to leave. I would disappear to a place where Stanley could never find me, not in this lifetime.

Seven years into our marriage, my husband, Lucas Thorne, is hailed as a legendary astronomer in the field of astronomy. It is no secret that he absolutely adores me, his wife. He always keeps a polite, distant demeanor with those around him. Even when his new assistant, Serena Cox, asks for his number, he coldly turns her down. In the year he proposed to me, he named a star "LAW", which was an acronym for "Lucas Adores Wilma". Since then, every asteroid he discovers is named with initials that hold a special significance only the two of us know. To others, they might just be scientific achievements. But to me, they are unspoken love letters. This goes on until this morning, when I stumble upon an unfamiliar phone. I unlock it easily with my middle name, thinking it's yet another quiet gesture of his love. But to my horror, I find a string of explicit messages between him and another woman. The person who was at the receiving end of those messages was none other than… Serena, his assistant.

My husband's first love was scalded by boiling water. To punish me, he forced me into a customized steamer half my height, turned the heat to its highest setting, and sealed me inside. "I'll make you feel the pain Jessica suffered a thousand times over!" Trapped in the suffocating space, my breath came in ragged gasps. Heat seared my skin, and my body felt as though it would melt. I sobbed, begging him for mercy. "Please! I'm going to die!" But he didn't look back. Holding his beloved in his arms, he walked away. He even locked the door after he left the room. "Don't worry, you won't die. This is the only way you'll understand Jessica's pain." Despair swallowed me whole. I screamed, my voice raw, but the boiling water beneath me splashed up, scalding my skin, stealing even the strength to cry. He left the country with Jessica that same night. A week passed before he finally remembered my existence. "That wretched woman must have learned her lesson by now. Let her out." What he didn't know was that the water had long since boiled away, the heat had faded, and inside the steamer, my corpse lay rotting—swarmed with maggots.