Humpty Dumpty Egg

In my previous life, I saved a fallen dragon prince on the day my sister and I were to choose our mates. In gratitude, he took me back to his clan and made me his concubine. A year later, I birthed a golden egg, producing a dragon heir. Overjoyed, the prince crowned me Dragon Queen on his Ascension Day, revered by all clans. Meanwhile, my sister wed a burly beastman, only to become his least favored concubine. Consumed with jealousy, she pushed me off a cliff during a ritual, ending my life. When I opened my eyes again, I saw my sister rushing toward the prince's hiding place, her intentions clear from our past life. I realized she had been reborn, too. But she didn't know that while saving the prince was simple, bearing his heir was a trial beyond measure.

In the last six months, I have been away for work. But when I come home, I find out that my wife, Vanessa Hudson, is now three months pregnant. She insists that she hasn't been cheating on me. But her ex-boyfriend's post online tells a different story. Harold Quinton writes, "Thank you, Vanessa, for fulfilling my dream of becoming a father. You've worked so hard through ovulation, egg retrieval, and implantation, mother of my child." Harold has a very severe case of erectile dysfunction. The moment I find out my wife has gotten pregnant with another man's test tube baby, I feel bitter inside. I dial my boss' number and say to her, "I'm willing to take on the overseas general manager position that you offered me previously." Then, I turn to Vanessa and say, "Let's get a divorce."

A monk suffering from amnesia tries to recover his memory while passing through hell, the gentle but downgraded journalist who transforms into a ruthless killing monster while trying to gather a headline scoop, a desperate youth quest for wealth at his own expense, an ancient village people cursed because they could not meet the end of the bargain when their sacrifice walked into their midst, two young individuals escape from an enemies camp only to fall into a mysterious trap that might claim their lives, a scientist recounts his experience and encounters after observing a similar egg cell found in the bloodstream of dead men. - these stories explore the dark and ironic sides of human behaviour, the degree of tolerance, suffering any individual can take as a limit, the quest of freedom and prestige we all hope and want to attain, and lessons gained after consequence played out - all framed in a time cyce playing and replaying hoping to find a way out.

On our fifth anniversary, Henry Judd—the guy who once swore he'd propose—rented out an entire mall for Cecilia Cheape's birthday. A diamond the size of a pigeon's egg sparkled on her finger. I'd been dumb enough to think it was meant for me. "Cece, I'm gonna give you a birthday you'll never forget," he announced, loud enough for the whole world to hear. Then he yanked the tab off a soda can and handed it to me. "Lulu, those gaudy things don't suit you. You deserve something unique." He slid the can tab onto my finger—his version of a proposal. Cecilia got the dream birthday. I got a piece of trash and a slap of reality. Later, when he found out I was marrying someone else, he got down on one knee with that same ring and begged me to say yes.

Akala ni Emery nasa kanya na ang lahat ng pinapangarap ng isang babae—ngunit nagkakamali siya. Sa loob ng limang taon, minahal niya si Weston kahit harap-harapan siyang niloloko nito. Tinanggap niya lahat kahit pa malaman niyang kabit nito ang bestfriend niyang si Ravia Salvador. Nang igiit ng lolo ni Weston ang pangangailangan ng tagapagmana, kumapit si Emery sa pag-asang mabuntis ng anak ni Weston, kaya tinanggap ang IVF at naniwalang iyon na ang simula. Naging matagumpay ang procedure, at nabuntis si Emery ng kambal. Ngunit gumuho ang lahat nang marinig niya ang lihim na usapan nina Weston at Ravia. Ibinunyag ni Weston na kay Ravia umano ang egg cell na ginamit sa IVF. Agad na hinarap ni Emery ang doktor. Doon niya nalaman ang buong katotohanan: kanya ang egg cell, ngunit nagkamali sila ng semilyang ginamit. Nagmula iyon sa isang anonymous donor, si Zion Laurent del Fierro—isang billionaire, makapangyarihan at ang… ex-boyfriend niya! At malala pa roon, hindi pala sila legal na mag-asawa ni Weston. Pineke nito ang kanilang marriage certificate para maagaw ang mana ni Emery—ang Armani Group ng kanyang yumaong ama—para tuluyang maupo bilang chairman. Doon nagising si Emery. Nagpasya siyang maghiganti. Handa na sanang lumaban si Emery, nang matuklasan niyang ang kontratang pinirmahan niya noon ay naglipat ng lahat ng kanyang ari-arian kay Weston. Sa isang iglap, nawala kay Emery ang lahat. At nang akala niyang wala na siyang pag-asa, muling lumapit si Zion sa kanya. “Marry me instead, and I’ll give you the power to destroy them.” Marahang hinawakan ni Zion ang kanyang baba. “You’re carrying my twins, Emery. And if you want my power, there’s one condition…” Napakunot-noo si Emery. “What?” “Kailangan nating ituloy ang natitirang labing-isang embryo.” Handa ba si Emery sa kondisyong labing-isa pang dagdag sa dalawang dinadala na niya?

Five years ago, Selena suffered a miscarriage and was told that having children would be impossible naturally. She trusted the diagnosis. She agreed to a surrogate. She raised a child she believed wasn’t hers. Until a medical summit in Geneva exposes altered lab results—and her husband’s signature authorizing the change. As she digs deeper with the one doctor who once tried to expose the fraud, Selena uncovers a devastating truth: her infertility was fabricated. Her hormones were manipulated. And the child she’s been raising? Interestingly, the child was hers. Marcus didn’t just lie. He took her egg without asking, made a child in secret, and built an empire on the same experimental protocol that ruined her pregnancy. Now pregnant again, Selena files for divorce, starting a custody war, a corporate investigation, and a public reckoning that could destroy everything Marcus built. He wanted control. She wants the truth. Only one of them will walk away with the empire.

I finally became pregnant after my husband and I underwent over a dozen rounds of IVF. However, to my horror, I discovered that the embryo growing inside me was the fertilized egg of my husband and the family maid. They even schemed to have me disappear so that the child could inherit everything. I pretended not to know, carried the child to term, and took care of him, raising him with love and care. It was not until 20 years later that they forced me to sign a share transfer agreement by my hospital bed, along with a divorce agreement that left me with nothing. "After 20 years, we finally have our happy family. You never saw this coming, did you? The child you fought so hard to give birth to is my biological son!" Even my son, without any remorse, said, "Honestly, your illness is beyond help. It'd be better for you to just die." With a knowing, almost bittersweet, smile I replied, "For your happiness, I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

It's been five years since I started trying to win over Zachary Pierce. I even went so far as to have a child through IVF, hoping it would finally make him care. But no matter what I do, I can never reach 100 percent affection from him. It always stays at 99 percent. Sometimes it even drops lower. One day, exhausted and aching, I go looking for him. As I reach his room, I hear laughter coming from inside. "She still hasn't figured out the egg wasn't even hers. The moment the baby was born, Zach's affection score for her dropped to zero." "So what if she finds out? She should be grateful that her face looks so much like Yvonne's. Honestly, I'm done entertaining her. It's exhausting." At that moment, everything clicks. All the hope I've held onto, every sacrifice I've made, they were all just a joke. I turn away and say to the system, "End this for me. Send me to another world."

I was Don Victor’s secret wife for five years, hidden away like a dirty little secret. He made me a promise. Give him an heir, and he’d show me to the world. I’d be the Donna everyone envied. But there was a catch. A lie. His doctor told me I was barren. Victor held me while I sobbed, kissing my face. "Baby, we can still do IVF. I want a child from you. Only you." So I took the pain. Five years. 999 needles. I was finally pregnant on Christmas Day. I ran to his office to share the news, only to find him buried deep inside another woman. Julia. A Mafia princess from another family. The betrayal hit me. I turned to leave, tears in my eyes, but then I heard a truth I couldn't escape. "Don't you worry, my princess. The baby in Maria's belly? It's ours. Your egg, my sperm. She’s just the perfect vessel." My hand trembled. I backed away, silent. Then I made a call. A lawyer. "I don't care what it costs. I want a divorce from Don Victor."

Before the dark, obsessive, hideous, and disabled Alpha of the Wolf Pack chose his wife, rumors spread that he favored Cat Clan beastwomen above all others. My fiance feared that my family's maid would be selected, so he spent days and nights making passionate love to her in my bed behind my back. Only after the maid conceived his beast egg did he finally feel at ease. On the day my fiance and I were supposed to form our bond, the maid stroked her slightly rounded belly and flaunted it before me. "Ms. Sinclair's bed certainly served its purpose. Nate and I only needed three months to conceive a beast egg." After speaking, she deliberately covered her mouth with a triumphant smile. "Oh, I forgot to mention—Nate is actually the exiled heir of the Eagle Clan! "For old times' sake, he said he'd graciously allow you to join the Fairfaxes as my maid to care for me during my pregnancy." I let out a cold laugh. She was destined for disappointment. If she would not marry the Alpha of the Wolf Pack, then I would. I could never be her maid, because I would only ever be the Wolf Pack's Luna.