Humillada Y Abandonada, Pero Al Final Ella Ganó

After the college entrance exam, the school's reigning beauty dragged me into a wager over our scores. "Only the girl with the higher marks is worthy of being Eric's girlfriend." Eric Lowell scoffed. "That's enough, Jocelyn. My relationships aren't yours to dictate." Then, in front of everyone, he confessed to me. I mistook it for the answer to a long-held crush. With the crowd egging us on, I flushed and said yes. That night, he took me back to his place. From then on, we hardly spent a night apart. Before application season, I went to his house, hoping we would apply to the same university. Instead, I overheard part of a phone call. "Jocelyn, everything's ready: the photos, the videos. Just like you asked." Jocelyn's laughter drifted through the receiver, light and pleased. "You must've gone to so much trouble~ Then let's wait until the school assembly the day after tomorrow and stream it to the whole school. I'm curious to see how Tessa plans on applying to those top-tier universities after that." "Eric," she added casually, "you're not having second thoughts, are you?" He hesitated, then answered, "Why would I? If anyone's at fault, it's her for not knowing her place. What right does she have to keep scoring higher than you?" I set the custom ring down, opened my email, and accepted the Oxford offer that had been waiting for me for a week.

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.

En la manada hay una regla de oro: el heredero Alfa nunca debe tener a una humana como compañera. Pero César Oliveira, el Alfa, rompió ese juramento y me marcó. Para estar conmigo, desafió al Consejo de Ancianos sin pensarlo, recibió noventa y nueve latigazos y fue condenado a arrodillarse frente al altar durante tres días y tres noches. Aunque su camisa estaba hecha trapo por la sangre, me sostuvo la mirada y me regaló una sonrisa. —Alicia, no tengas miedo, solo te quiero a ti. Al final, el consejo cedió y aceptó que nos fuéramos, pero a cambio, César debía dejar un heredero de linaje puro para la manada. Desde ese momento, la palabra que más escuché de su boca fue: "Espera." La primera vez, me pidió que esperara porque necesitaba que otra loba quedara embarazada. Así fue. Se acostó con Gloria... hasta que ella esperó su primer cachorro. La segunda vez, me pidió que esperara una vez más, porque esa vez fue una cachorra, y el consejo se empecinaba en que tenía que ser un cachorro. Así que volvió a acostarse con Gloria innumerables veces, hasta que ella quedó embarazada de un cachorro. Justo cuando pensé que, por fin, la espera había llegado a su fin, esa cachorra, recién bautizada, ingirió acónito por accidente. Todos asumieron que yo había sido la culpable. Cuando me metieron en esa cámara de congelación, a veinte grados bajo cero, César estaba en la puerta, con los ojos inyectados en sangre. —Te dije que esperaras... —me lanzó una mirada fría, tan helada que me quitaba el aliento—. Sabes lo que significa el veneno de lobo para nosotros, ¿por qué le hiciste daño a mi cachorra? ¡Qué locura! Sentí un tirón en el pecho, como si me hubieran arrancado el alma. Mis uñas se hundieron en la palma de mi mano, y no sentí dolor. Cuando la puerta de la cámara se abrió de nuevo, abrí mi mano, que estaba bañada en sangre. Esta vez, no esperaría ni un minuto más.

Si Evangeline Yang, kilala sa high-end world ng Ligaya & Adonis bilang Apple Pie, ang pinaka-requested escort—tinaguriang Best Flavor. Pero para kay Eva, hindi ito tungkol sa karangyaan o pagnanasa—isa itong paraan para mabuhay. Ang gabi-gabi niyang bookings ang naging daan para siya'y makatapos ng BSBA major in Marketing, nakabili siya ng studio-type condo unit, at naka pag patayo ng maliit na negosyo para sa kanyang pamilya sa probinsya. Ngunit matapos ang limang taon ng pagtatago sa pangalang hindi kanya, handa na siyang mag-quit. Ang final booking niya: isang weekend sa Euphoria Island kasama ang isang estrangherong basag ang puso. Walang pangalan. Walang expectations. Walang label. Langit sa ilalim ng buwan. Mga halik na masyadong totoo para sabihing trabaho lang. At isang gabing akala nila, kaya nilang iwanan sa isla. Nagkamali sila. Pagbalik sa Maynila, handa na si Eva sa bagong simula-isang lehitimong trabaho sa isang prestihiyosong marketing firm. Pero hindi siya handa sa lalaking naghihintay sa kabilang dulo ng opisina. Gideon Morgan—isang self-made billionaire CEO at charismatic marketing genius—na minsang naniwala at naging bulag sa pag-ibig... matapos siyang paulit-ulit iwan ng babaeng akala niya'y sa kanya. Sa Euphoria, natikman niya ang kalayaang matagal na niyang hinahanap-at ang halik ng babaeng hindi niya malilimutan. Maniniwala na sana siyang hindi totoo ang second chances—hanggang may nagturo sa kanya kung paano muling umasa at buksan ang puso muli. At ngayon, narito ang babaeng 'yon. Sa opisina niya. Bilang kanyang bagong secretary. Sa mundong puno ng power suits, deadlines, at mga lihim na hindi nila sinadyang itago—kaya pa ba nilang manatiling propesyonal? O dadalhin ng Euphoria ang lahat ng damdaming iniwan nila... hanggang sa boardroom?

Thor and I grew up together—we were the definition of childhood sweethearts. We'd promised to attend the same university, graduate, and marry right after senior year. Everyone envied us. They said we were a perfect match, destined for a lifetime together. And I believed that too. I truly thought I'd spend the rest of my life with him. Until the final semester of our senior year in high school, when a new transfer student named Lina joined our class. At first, the two barely spoke. But as they grew familiar, their bond deepened in ways I could no longer ignore. He started staying after school to tutor her, bringing her breakfast every morning. When she was upset, he'd take her for a drive along the coast. If she craved Italian steak, he'd have fresh cuts flown in. Even during her period, he'd quietly prepare everything she needed. I was furious. I confronted him, argued with him, and even threatened to break up. The first time I said it, he thought I was joking and coaxed me out of my anger. The second time, he dismissed it as another tantrum and tried different ways to please me. The third time, he broke down—standing outside my house in the pouring rain all night, half kneeling before me, begging for forgiveness. Again and again, I tried to leave, and every time, he refused to let me go. Yet with each reconciliation, something in him shifted. He started taking me for granted, assuming I would always come back. His patience wore thin. His apologies turned perfunctory. Even when he came to make peace, there was no sincerity left in his voice. So I said it for the hundredth time, and that was the last. That was the moment I finally gave up on him.

—Instructor, por favor, deténgase. Vine aquí a aprender a conducir, no a tener una aventura. Dentro del coche del instructor, como seguía sin poder controlar el embrague, el instructor Reeves, quien era amigo de mi esposo, hizo que me sentara en su regazo para enseñarme mejor la técnica. El problema era que ese día yo llevaba una falda corta, y debajo ni siquiera llevaba pantalones cortos de seguridad. Peor aún, en un momento determinado, él sacó algo de sus pantalones y lo presionó directamente contra mí.

‘ใบไม้’...ผู้ชายชื่อ ‘ไคล์’ เขาเกิดมาเพื่อเป็นของฉัน! ฉะนั้นไม่ว่าใครหน้าไหนก็ไม่มีวันได้เขาไปเด็ดขาด! ‘เจแปน’...ความฝันสูงสุดคือการได้เป็นแอร์ชั้นเฟิร์สคลาส แต่ได้รูทบินต่างประเทศไม่ทันไร ก็ตกกระไดพลอยโจนใช้รหัสลับรหัสสวาทกับ ‘กัปตันต้นไม้’ เข้า และเขาก็ใช้รหัสนี้เพื่อขู่ให้เธอเป็นของเขา! _________________________ มือเล็กปัดป่ายตามผนังห้องน้ำพัลวัน เพราะกระโปรงทรงเอตัวสั้นกำลังถูกเขาถกขึ้นเหนือบั้นท้าย ยิ่งไปกว่านั้น..แอร์สาวเธอกำลังเจอกับแรงสั่นสะเทือนหลายริกเตอร์เกินจะต้านไหว เธอเกือบหลุดส่งเสียงออกไปอยู่หลายครั้ง "อย่าเสียงดัง!" ริมฝีปากบางปิดสนิททันทีเมื่อถูกสั่ง เธอได้แต่ส่ายหน้าไปมาอย่างทรมาน จนผมเผ้าที่ถูกรวบตึงเป็นทางการนั้นเริ่มยุ่งเหยิง แรงดันอากาศที่ว่าน้อย กับเสียงเครื่องที่ดัง ไม่เท่ากับเสียงกระเส่าจากริมฝีปากบางๆของเธอ ไม่น่าหลุดพูดรหัสลับออกไปเลย ไม่น่าเลยจริงๆ!

I'm a succubus who gathers energy by clearing System missions, adept at the game of love. One day, right after completing a honey trap mission, I was sent to a SSS-level horror game at the very next second. The boss was invincible and bloodthirsty, watching coolly as other players rested in pieces before turning to the rest of us. "Now choose—how do you want to die?" While other players were wetting their pants and trying to find a loophole to survive, I picked up on something different. A handsome, powerful target beneath that cold, horrific exterior. Hence, when he reached me, I smiled enigmatically as I told him my wish. "I wish to be conquered by a truly powerful Entity, dominated from soul to flesh, and to die in pure ecstasy." I watched him pause in shock and added, "Oh, and you must do it yourself."

In a world ruled by power and deception, a formidable woman stands at the top of an empire built on strategy and silence. Feared for her intelligence and admired for her composure, she controls every move—until an unexpected betrayal threatens everything she has worked for. As hidden enemies emerge and trust begins to crumble, she is forced into a dangerous game of manipulation and survival. But she has never entered a battle unprepared. When the final move is made, only one will remain standing.

I was with a fishmonger for seven years. Every night, he pinned me beneath him, reckless and wild. Until one day, he took off his bloodstained apron and came clean–he was getting engaged to Sophia, the Bilotti heiress. Only then did I learn that he was the Don of the Colleo family. “Hahaha! You fooled around with Ms. Mancini for seven years, only to take another delicate young lady’s hand in marriage. Surely, she’s going to come at you.” “Don Colleo, you should keep things sweet with her.” His men’s laughter echoed in my ears. “What’s the rush? I’ve broken her well enough these past seven years. If you don’t mind, you can have her for a couple of days. Evelyn… flexible.” On the day of Vincent’s engagement party, I handed the evidence of his crimes to the police. As the sirens ripped open the city night, someone called out my name. I smiled and leaped from the eighteenth floor.