I Don't Know What

It's a coalition of parallel worlds trying to survive a new and uncertain phase called marriage. It's the hurting, The loving, It's the sex, The secrets, It's the moment they said I DO. *** Marrying a billionaire and going from rags to riches wasn't at all what Dawn had foretold for herself but when the former becomes the latter, she finds herself sharing vows with a retired fuckboy who has quite the reputation in slutry. However, as time progresses, the newlyweds both realize that; it isn't what happens on the outset that matters, it's the rest of the other days when you have to live in a whole new world called marriage—where sometimes the steamy sex and miscellaneous extravaganzas aren't enough to keep the secrets at bay.

Five years after I rejected my mate, Shawn, he had become the Lycan King — and most importantly, he now had a beautiful mate. During the Werewolf Alumni Reunion, someone suddenly brought me up. “What’s Kendra been busy with? She hasn’t shown up at a single reunion in years.” Someone sneered. “She’s too busy seducing alphas from other packs — on airplanes.” “On airplanes?” “Yeah. She’s a werewolf flight attendant with FullMoon Airways. They cater to alphas and lunas from all kinds of packs. I’ve seen her on board before. You wouldn’t believe how flattering she acts around those prestigious wolves.” “Really? Kendra’s a werewolf attendant? No surprise — she’s always dreamed of being claimed by some single alpha.” Hearing that, Shawn, sitting at the center of the table, flinched slightly. His fists tightened. “A werewolf attendant?” he murmured. “Yeah, Shawn... but haven’t you gotten over her by now? It’s been years.” He froze for a second, then quickly composed himself and held his mate’s hand beside him. Everyone’s attention turned to the flickering moonstone ring on her finger. “I’ve long forgotten her,” he said flatly. “Come to my bonding ceremony next month. There will be a sacred ritual at the temple.” “Wow...” Applause filled the hall. But only I, whose soul had been drifting in the air all along, slowly lowered my head upon hearing the news.

Bound by duty and unspoken love, Tessa stepped in to be her husband, Logan Wilferd’s comfort, to help him to collect the broken pieces of his shattered dreams and to be the mother to his son. Mending his broken home and loving him in silence, hoping one day she’d creep her way to his heart. When the woman he truly loved returned alive and unchanged, unable to deny his rekindled feelings, he asked for a divorce. Tessa didn’t beg or fight because she knew that she failed. On the day of third anniversary, she walked away, leaving behind a marriage where she was only a replacement. Only then he realized that she had left a void in his life which was deeper than the past. Desperate and regretful, he searched everywhere until nine months later, a withdrawal notification to a maternity clinic led him to the truth. She hadn’t just disappeared. She was carrying his child.

Special Agent Shirley, along with her partner Ackermann had been following this psychotic serial killer who called himself “ANGEL OF DEATH” for the crimes that he had continually committed over a period of about eight years. The two were the best in the entire police force, yet the so called angel of death outsmarted them like it was nothing. And they didn’t know how he did it, because he left no clues and he never made mistakes. After years of clueless investigations, they finally got their hands a video footage that showed him fleeing a crime scene. The video that was supposed to be the answer to all their unanswered questions, was rather a door that let in a million more.

I was on my way to pick up my son from school when I got a call from his teacher. “Mrs. Corleone, you don’t need to come. Your husband — the one who’s been missing for five years — just picked up your son from school.” My chest tightened with unease, and I quickly corrected her. “Teacher, you must be mistaken. My boy's dad in Sicily on business. Where is this ‘other husband’ coming from?” After a short pause on the phone, the teacher spoke again. “Mr. Corleone said you don’t have to lie. He said he won’t kick you out of the Corleone family, since you gave him a son after you ran away from the wedding.” “You only have to give your position as his wife to the woman who saved his life.” I rolled my eyes. Deliberately raising my voice, I sent a voice message to his uncle. “Darling, come home immediately! Your nephew is back and trying to take our son!” Then I heard a crash on the other end.

Three days before our wedding, my fiancé, Raphael Russo, was killed in a gang shootout. They didn't even find a body. As I was drowning in grief, comments suddenly flashed before my eyes: 【Wake up, girl! the coffin's empty! He faked his death! The scumbag ran off to be with that scheming bitch chloe, the one pretending to be sick!】 【While you're crying your eyes out at the funeral, Raphael is fucking Chloe’s brains out in a hotel bed.】 【When he comes back, he'll claim he has amnesia. You won't know a thing and you'll forgive him. You poor thing…】 A month later, news of my marriage to Mafia Don Marcello Falcone spread through New York. Raphael’s right-hand man cornered me, furious. “How could you betray the Boss?” I tightened my grip on Marcello’s arm and smiled. “A girl can’t mourn forever, can she? I’m sure Raphael, in spirit, would be happy for me.”

Aristotle Napoleon Higgins is one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. He promised himself not to marry anyone but his grandfather is not having it. He wants him to marry a fine woman and have kids before he reaches 30 and threaten to disown him and remove all of his assets. He knew that his grandfather is not kidding at all so he use all of his connection to find a woman of his taste to act as bride on his "wedding day".

ตะวัน จารุกรุง คือหญิงสาวที่มีความฝัน ซึ่งบนกระดานแห่งความฝันข้อสูงสุดของเธอคือ --เป็นผู้หญิงของคีน ชอว์น-- และความฝันขอสุดท้ายบนกระดานแห่งความฝัน --สามวันสุดท้ายกับ คุณคีน-- ตะวันแตกต่างเพราะเธอไม่เพียงแต่แค่ฝันและแค่อยากจะทำ แต่เธอทำมันสำเร็จ ตั้งแต่ข้อล่างสุดไปจนถึงข้อสูงสุดของกระดานแห่งความฝันนั้น ก่อนที่ชีวิตเธอจะไม่เป็นของเธออีกต่อไป แต่ใครเล่าจะรู้ว่าช่วงเวลาสามวันที่ตะวันยอมแลกทุกอย่างให้ตัวเองบรรลุความฝันนั้น เธอต้องพบกับความสูญเสียมากเพียงใด เมื่อถึงวันหมดอายุของกระดานแห่งความฝันของเธอ ลูกชายที่กลายเป็นฆาตกรฆ่าพ่อตัวเอง และ คนเถื่อนนอกกฎหมาย คีน ชอว์น ซาตานในคราบมนุษย์ เดินเข้าสู่ทัณฑสถานชาย ด้วยใบหน้าที่ไร้ซึ่งความรู้สึก ดวงตาแข็งกร้าวแดงก่ำอย่างกับไม่ใช่ดวงตาของมนุษย์ เขาหันกลับมาให้เจ้าหน้าที่คุมตัวปลดกุญแจมือก่อนที่เสียงลูกกรงค่อยๆเลื่อนปิดขวางกั้นอิสระภาพต่อหน้าต่อตาเขา

Heart pounding in trepidation, I collected the paperwork from him, and saw “Divorce Agreement” clearly written as the letterhead. “Y-You want a divorce?” I croaked out. “Did I do something wrong?” “The question you should ask is if you've ever done anything right!” Eduardo spat. “Could you at least tell me what I did?” I sniffled. “My true love is back in town, so if you know what's good for you, you’d better sign those papers and leave my house!” He barked before storming out of the room. + Three years ago, Jocelyn Roswell became Eduardo Lopez’s wife. Things go well and they live blissfully as a couple until she has a miscarriage. Eduardo changes toward her and becomes an unrecognizable brute. Upon his ex-girlfriend’s return to the country, Eduardo divorces Jocelyn and chases her out of his life. She leaves, unknowingly pregnant, heartbroken and determined to get her revenge. In a horrible twist of fate, Jocelyn has an accident and almost loses the baby. Five years later, she returns as a confident businesswoman, and Eduardo finds himself desperately yearning for her forgiveness. What happens when Eduardo finds out about their son? Will he ever get a second chance to make things right?

Before the day of my husband's succession as the Don, my stepsister personally tattooed the "Inverted Angel's Eye"—the mark of a traitor—onto my back. My husband didn't just turn a blind eye; when the family vendetta broke out, he withdrew all the elite guards to protect my "pregnant" stepsister, leaving me alone in a defenseless city to face the slaughter.  "Elena, you are strong enough to protect yourself. But Sophia is fragile, and she is carrying my firstborn. She needs the protection more than you." Facing a siege of heavy firepower, I survived by the skin of my teeth. He thought I would swallow the insult for the sake of the family's reputation. He didn't expect that I would kick open the doors of his coronation ceremony wearing mourning weeds, flanked by the FBI and the Commission, and personally strip him of his title. "Goodbye, Lorenzo. This time, I choose to be the Don."