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Some months ago, Jessica had to give up the man she loved because he had married another woman after she had been kidnapped and everyone thought she was dead. Now, she's suffering PTSD from the memories of what she suffered during the time she was kidnapped. She gets shipwrecked on an island with the twin brother of the crazy lady who kidnapped her, and although she hates him, things get heated between them. Once rescued, she vanishes, as she wants nothing to do with him, but somehow, she can't get the memory of his kind eyes out of her head. Soon, she finds out that she's pregnant from the one night they had on the island, and is torn on what to do.

Emrys Jael Travieso stands as an independent woman propelled by the void left in her heart by parents who abandoned them since they were a kid. She got a scholarship from a prestigious school Azure Southridge College. Jael strives to prove herself, not realizing that her journey is about to intersect with a troublemaker named Percival Ross Alaric. As Jael delves deeper into Ross's troubled world, she discovers the wounds he conceals behind his carefree facade. Can she be the healing force he desperately needs mending the broken pieces of his soul? Or would she end up hurting herself?

She was the outcast, the wolfless disgrace of a powerful bloodline. He was the ruthless bully who made sure she never forgot it. But something has changed. The whispers have shifted, the stares linger longer, and the power she was never meant to have is finally awakening. Now, the one who broke her is the one who won’t leave her alone. Desperation laces his every move, regret burns in his eyes. But some wounds don’t heal, and some betrayals can’t be forgiven. He swore she was nothing. So why is he acting like she’s everything?

Rayven Del Castellan, the cold CEo of D.C company. Ikanisal sa babaeng hindi niya naman mahal. Panu nga ba niya pakikitunguhan ang taong ngayon niya lang nakita. Scarlett De Guzman, Isang babaeng tahimik dahil sa mga pinagdaanan niyang sakit magawa niya kayang magtiwala at magmahal sa taong kanyang makakasama habang buhay. Maging maayos kaya ang pagsasama ng dalawang taong pinagtagpo dahil lamang sa Isang kasunduan. Magagawa kaya nilang magmahalan kung ang Isa ay may mahal ng iba.

Ako nga pala si Antonnia Yulliene Villa. One-half Bisaya, one-half Ilonggo, and 99.9% NBSB. (08)036-024-36 Nakakalungkot mang aminin pero hindi 'yan ang vital statistics ko. Telephone number ng bahay namin 'yan. Wala lang... In case may gustong umakyat ng ligaw. Chaar. Pero seryoso, kung may balak kayo, tumawag muna kayo para naman maitali ko nang maigi ang bulldog naming si Djangga. Ilang magnanakaw na rin kasi ang napaospital namin dahil ang hilig manlapa ng bitch. PS. I-a-update ko lang 'to kapag may progress na ang love life ko. Uunahan ko na kayo. Pasensya na kung slow. *insert chef's kiss* Xoxo, Toyang

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Years after graduation, someone suddenly tags me in the class group chat. "Mr. Warren is gravely ill, Mira. Aren't you going to do anything? You really are heartless!" I only realize what's going on when I click on the fundraising link in the chat. Our high school homeroom teacher, Joseph Warren, has late-stage cancer. Thus, Lyra Fairfield, the class belle, is leading a fundraiser and patient-donor matching process. "I'll donate ten thousand dollars. My husband is the director of Waverly General Hospital, and I've already asked him to arrange a VIP ward for Mr. Warren." Right after I send that message, the group pounces on me. "Mira, you contracted an STD back then and tried to pin it on Lyra. She didn't even hold it against you, and now you're trying to steal her thunder? You're unbelievable!" "I can't believe you're still lying through your teeth during such a serious situation. You never change, do you?" Lyra immediately defuses the tension. "Mira, I don't blame you for what happened in the past, but you really shouldn't impersonate the director's wife. I've already arranged the ward and surgery, and I'm donating another 100 thousand dollars to Mr. Warren!" I'm this close to laughing out of sheer anger. She's the one who scratched her name off the diagnosis report and framed me for having an STD all those years ago. I never even confronted her about it, and now she's playing the victim? Lyra soon posts a photo in the group chat, showing off her husband's car. Yet, when I see the man in the passenger seat, I guffaw. Isn't that my husband's driver? When did he start running a hospital?

Two years ago, she was convicted of deliberately injuring the woman he loved. To him, her crime was unforgivable. He had her found guilty and was thrown into prison, destroying not only her leg but also every shred of her pride. Now, two years later, she believes she has finally clawed her way out of hell. She swears never to cross paths with him again, never to let their life interact again. But some devils never let go. And the man who once ruined her… is the very one who refuses to release her.

My husband, Frank Myer, ruined himself by taking random medication and coming to me for treatment. I simply sneered at him and deliberately stalled for time, letting him end up disabled for life! In my previous life, my husband had purposely ruined himself to help his childhood sweetheart, Karen White, get promoted. I anxiously asked if he had taken anything harmful, but he swore he had not. When I asked him to do a full checkup, he accused me of having no ethics and claimed that I would even scam my own husband for a promotion. His childhood sweetheart insisted on a conservative treatment instead. I kicked out his unqualified sweetheart and performed the surgery myself. It was a total success, but she made a huge scene about it after feeling humiliated by being thrown out. She even threatened suicide. My husband was furious and lied that the surgery had failed, even reporting me for forcing him into surgery against medical advice, getting me blacklisted from the medical field. His sweetheart, however, simply dabbed some disinfectant on him, and he announced that she had cured him, instantly making her famous and earning her a promotion. When I confronted him, my husband said that if it weren't for me, he wouldn't have had to go to such lengths for her, and that I am the reason he was suffering. Then, he suffocated me with a pillow. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the very day he ruined himself.

Vor einem Monat vergiftete ich mich ungewollt mit dem tödlichen Wolfsbane-Gift – unheilbar. Mein Körper begann Tag für Tag zu versagen. Bis heute wurde meine Wölfin endgültig getötet, und mein Leben zählte nun nur noch drei Tage. Am Tag vor meinem Tod willigte ich ein, meiner Schwester eine Niere zu transplantieren. Mein Gefährte war überglücklich und versprach, das später wieder gutzumachen. Nachdem meine Schwester meine Forschungsarbeit über den Belladonna-Trank plagiiert hatte und daraufhin im Schulforum beschimpft wurde, bekannte ich mich freiwillig als die eigentliche Plagiatorin. Meine Eltern waren zufrieden und sagten, ich sei endlich vernünftig geworden. Endlich war ich die ideale Gefährtin, die perfekte Tochter, wie sie es sich immer gewünscht hatten. Aber warum weinten sie alle, als ich nur noch eine kalte Leiche war?