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"You were never really meant to last, Olivia. Sebastian just made the mistake of dying in your place.” Philip's eyes darken, and something cruel passes in them. “But don’t worry—you won’t be far behind.” Something inside me shatters. My voice shakes, my whole body trembling. “My heart, my love. I gave you everything. And this is w-what I get?” ••• Olivia made all the wrong choices. She chased the wrong love, trusted the wrong people, and lost everything—including the one person who had always been there. Now, with a second chance, everything is changing. But can she fix what she broke? Can she love the husband she once pushed away? And more importantly… will he ever let her? Sebastian once begged her to stay. Now, he won’t even look at her. The wounds she left behind run too deep. The love she never wanted is slipping through her fingers, and she’s beginning to understand things she failed to see before. The truth is slowly unveiling itself, and it’s more painful than she ever imagined. This time, she’s not just going to stand by—she’s going to fight for him, for their future. But as old enemies resurface and secrets are revealed, Olivia realizes the price of redemption may be more than she’s willing to pay. Can she make things right before it’s too late, or will she lose him again, this time for good?

I am Jessica Myers. 30 years of age. I am an introverted type of person and spends most of my time at home, watching Netflix. I don't usually go out and I don't have a lot of friends. Despite my age, I still keep a diary with me and every time I want to share something to someone, I write it on my diary. Everyone might think I am boring, but this is the life I am comfortable to live with. I was bullied as a student which makes me have a hard time trusting other people. Like other , all I want is to be loved. I hope to meet someone who can make me feel special despite my characteristics and flaws. I am an ordinary woman who wants to be pursued by a guy, receiving flowers, going on dates in cinemas or simply walking in a park. My ideal man? I just want to meet someone who is nice and who can listen to my stories no matter how simple and boring they are. I don't think I am a difficult person to deal with but why is no one liking me? I am an NBSB and because of that, I have low self-confidence. I sometimes ask myself if I am capable to love and to be loved. I hope someday, like in fairy tales, my prince charming will come. I hope someone out there will see the beauty in me, maybe not physically but with my character. Don't get me wrong, I am happy with my life now, but I am sure I will be happier to be spending it with someone. Will I still get a happy ending like the characters in fairy tales? When can I experience the love I have always been hoping for?

"I've spent my entire career fighting for justice, but my heart just betrayed everything I stand for. I'm a lawyer, and I've fallen for the one person I should hate - the most notorious criminal in the country.

My girlfriend, Celia Winters, had her first love save her life before, so she promised to do three things for him. The first time, he called her away to ride the Ferris wheel with him when I was supposed to propose to my girlfriend. The second time, he asked her to accompany him to see the northern lights while I was ill and hospitalized. I had a crush on my girlfriend for eight years, so I endured all of this. It was not until our wedding that my girlfriend publicly admitted that she had not married the one she loved the most. She comforted me, "Zane, I'll have nothing to do with Shane anymore after this. Could you please forgive me again?" However, I did not want to endure it any longer. Since she had not married the right person, I would let her marry him!

Three years… That is how long Eunice Tsui spent in a coma after the car accident five years ago. Now that she is awake, the perpetrator must settle his debts. She's returning to the country that never gave her a warm home, and this time, she's taking matters into her own hands. She will track down every rat hiding in the sewer and eliminate them herself. No more being pushed around or feeling unwelcome—she's taking control of the situation. However, her well-thought-out revenge compromises when Jullian Lopez keeps appearing before her. What will be his role in the stage she built for the culprits to gather around? EXCERPT: “Mommy, I missed you!” A four-year-old boy rushes to her side and gives her a loud kiss on the cheek. “How’s my baby?” With an unusually delicate smile on her lips, Eunice asked softly. “Mommy, don’t embarrass me!” Eunice raised a brow and chuckled. “And why is that? You will always be my baby. Besides, we’re the only people here. Why would you feel embarrassed if I called you my baby?” Jillian pouted, folding his arms as he looked past his mom and pointed at the man who emerged from her bathroom only wrapped in a bath towel, barely covering anything. “Eunice Tsui! Why does that child look so much like me?” the man inquired. Eunice rolled her eyes and retorted, “Jullian Lopez, stop assuming. We never sleep together!” Astounded, Jillian shifted his gaze from the two adults to the bedroom, which looked like a super hurricane had passed because of how messed up the bed and every corner of the room were.

Princess Georgette Colucci was blessed by the Moon Goddess. That’s what everyone says. She’s not only a gorgeous young lady, but she also knows who her fated mate is: Alpha Asheron Blues, the future King of the Blues Pack. Their bond brought their two packs together after years of never-ending war. Everyone was happy for them… until tragedy struck. Alpha Asheron died in battle before he could mark his fated mate, leaving behind a devastated Princess Georgette. But the Moon Goddess decided to bless Georgette a second time. Enter Prince Cain Kallistar, the second son of the Kallistar Pack. Georgette’s childhood best friend. He comes back home after years of traveling around the world and it immediately becomes evident for everyone: Cain and Georgette are fated mates. Second chance mates. Georgette has a hard time dealing with the fact that she’s falling in love all over again while she’s still mourning the loss of Asheron… only to find out… Alpha Asheron never died. He’s still very much alive and he wants his fated mate back, even if he has to compete for her. Because that’s what the United Packs Council decided: the two Alphas fated to Princess Georgette must compete for her love. She will decide on one by the end of the month. But how could Georgette decide on just one? She wants them both.

“Why does he always look so dirty?” Amara says making a face. I turn and look in the direction she’s facing and my heart beats faster. Leo is walking across the school parking lot to the school entrance. Leo has his down, he is a pair of jeans that are weathered. He paired it with a long white T-shirt and hoodie. I don’t see any dirt on him but maybe Amara has extra-ray vision. Maybe she can see something we don’t. “He doesn’t look dirty” Gea says and giggles. I want to say exactly but I don’t, whenever we talk about boys it always ends up in a fight. And I don’t want to fight today, we have tests today and I need good vibes only.

Natalie Underwood and Damian Abbott were high school sweethearts. Both of them were the most good-looking students back in high school, and when they began dating, they were the most well-known golden couple on campus. There was once when they had made a vow to get married once they reached the legal age to do so. But just when their love for each other reached its peak, Natalie suddenly broke up with Damian before leaving the country with a rich scion. On the day of their break-up, Damian chased after Natalie for a very long time with red-rimmed eyes. To think that a young man as prideful as him kept begging her not to break up with him. He kept promising her that he would be successful one day. Damian begged Natalie not to act so rashly. He pleaded with her to wait for him and not to fall in love with someone else. But Natalie remained cold and aloof to him. She didn't even want to waste her breath on him. Heck, when she witnessed him getting into a car accident during his pursuit, she didn't bother returning to him. It was an extremely serious car crash. Damian's kidney was completely ruptured. He needed a kidney transplant in order to survive. Although he was lying on the surgical table while drenched in his own blood, he insisted on getting up so that he could call Natalie on the phone. But the calls that he had mustered all of his strength to place ended up getting hung up by Natalie repeatedly. For as deep as Damian's love for Natalie ran, hatred could run just as deep. From that day onward, Damien had nothing but burning hatred for Natalie.

When Jolaade's world is shattered by heartbreak and loss, she never expects to find love again. But then she meets Zach, a charismatic and successful billionaire actor who sweeps her off her feet. As they embark on a whirlwind romance, Jolaade must confront her dark past and learn to trust again. But Zach has secrets of his own and so does she, and their love is put to the test when their secrets and pasts threaten to tear them apart. Will Jolaade and Zach fight for their love, or will the shadows of their pasts destroy their chance at happiness? Dive into this emotional rollercoaster of a romance to find out. Get ready for a heart-stopping, pulse-pounding ride into the depths of love, lust, and redemption.

There isn't any cure for migraines. But my billionaire wife, Ashley Weston, has not had a single migraine for years thanks to my daily massage with both hands. On the day I get into a car accident, I beg a passerby to call her to save me. She replies impatiently, "So you're resorting to such shameless tricks just because I won't answer your calls?" Through the phone comes the mocking laughter of her childhood friend, Jordan Hanson. My right hand is permanently fractured, and my left hand suffers from muscle weakness after the accident. A lawyer helps me draft a divorce agreement. With much difficulty, I sign it and send it to Ashley. On the day her head throbs with unbearable pain, she looks at my drooping hands and remains silent for a long time.