Isabel Attack On Titan

I caught my fiancé, Nico Falcone, in bed with my own cousin, Bianca Rossi. Right before our wedding. When I confronted him, he just called the whole thing off and ran me out of New York. I didn’t see him again for five years. Then came the charity gala for the New York Families. There he was. Nico. He pulled me aside, saying he felt bad for the state I was in. He offered to make me his mistress. I told him to go to hell. He got ugly. The whole room was laughing. Whispering how an outcast like me had no business showing my face in New York. I clenched my fists, the sound of their mockery ringing in my ears. Just then, the entire ballroom went dead silent. Every head bowed in respect. Don Lucas, the most feared man in New York, was walking slowly toward us. He stopped right in front of me. With the whole room watching, he dropped to one knee. He took my hand—the one Nico had squeezed red—and kissed it. His voice was dangerously low. “Who hurt my future wife?”

Erika Parker, this totally normal girl living a totally normal life in her totally normal town. That was until her totally normal life is turned upside down, she arrives home to discover her town is under attack, now if that wasn't bad enough, it was under attack by wolves. Within the attack was an Alpha, who as soon as his eyes land on Erika, he'll stop at nothing until she's under his power. Erika feels like she's under this mysterious man's spell every time she looks into his eyes. Ex's and lies start to fill Erika's life all at the hands of the man she locked eyes with the night of the attack. Will she ever be free from his spell? Could she learn to love a monster? Read on to find out how it really is to be, Mated To The Enemy. Incredible Cover Created By Scarlett1243

Jericko Santillan a man who has lost his appetite for women because of his big time heartbreaks. He had given up hope that another woman would give his heart new life. Until she finds Maria Isabel del Frado; the woman who is escaping his father’s tradition; arranged marriage. Would Jericko risk his heart once more to save Isabelle? Will Isabelle be successful in winning Jericko's heart and trust so she can reject her father's forced marriage proposal?

My anxiety spiked during our wedding photoshoot. A sharp pain stabbed through my chest. My fiancé, Caius—the Falcone family heir—was helping his adoptive sister, Fiorella, try on my wedding dress. He didn't even spare me a glance. He was on one knee, focused on adjusting the lace on Fiorella’s hem. Before we’d even left the shop, Fiorella posted a selfie in the dress. She was all smiles, my fiancé standing beside her, posed like her groom. Calmly, I pulled out my phone. I sent a message to a painter I keep on retainer. "A royal portrait. The two of them. Old-world style. Use the cheapest materials you can find. I want the frame dripping with fake diamonds. Make it look like trash." I'll have it sent to Fiorella. A wedding present. The note will be simple. "A work of art as priceless as your bond. Best wishes on your wedding."

Since I was a kid, my parents drilled it in—you're gonna be a Corleone girl, Giovanni Corleone's property. "This is just an alliance. Don't expect anything more." That's what he said on our wedding night. So I played the part—quiet, polished, dutiful. Then year three hit, and suddenly Giovanni couldn't keep his hands off me. Every night, something new. I thought maybe—finally—he felt the same way I had all along. Then I caught him kissing his stepmom. Funny. Just the night before, he told me kissing me made him sick. "I've been practicing with her—for your sake." So yeah. All that heat? Just rehearsal for her. So I ran. Took back my life—and our unborn daughter. The Don lost his mind looking for me. Begged me to come back—with the kid. But I would not stop for him anymore. I turned and walked straight toward the stage that was always mine.

Si Isabel Herrera ay may tinatakasan na nakaraan. At sa murang edad na labing-siyam ay nagsimula na siyang magpalipat-lipat ng tirahan kasama ang kaniyang anak na lalaki at yaya Lorna na itinuring niya ng parang tunay na ina simula nang pumanaw ang kaniyang biological mom na si Elina. Pagod na pagod na siya sa ganoong routine subalit sa kagustuhang takasan ang bangungot ng kaniyang nakaraan ay wala siyang nagawa kung 'di ang gawin iyon. Nakatatak na sa isipan ni Isabel na hinding-hindi siya magpapapasok ng kahit na sinumang lalaki sa kaniyang buhay kaya lahat ng nanliligaw sa kaniya ay binabasted niya lang. Kahit nga pagkakaibigan lang ay hindi niya pinapahintulutan ang mga ito. Ayon pa nga sa kaniya ay okay lang mamatay siya na walang ibang lalaki sa buhay kung 'di ang anak niya lang . Subalit isang gabi, habang sinusubukang tumakas sa isang birthday party ng kaniyang kasamahan sa trabaho na ginanap sa isang engrandeng hotel ay bigla na lamang may humila sa kaniyang matipuno at ubod ng gwapong lalaki. Sobra-sobra ang pagpupumiglas na ginawa niya sa mga sandaling iyon pero dahil mas malakas ito ng ilang beses sa kaniya ay walang kahirap-hirap siyang nadala ng lalaki sa isang malawak at engrande ring silid. At doon isang mainit at masarap na gabi ang kanilang pinagsaluhan. Napamura pa siya sa isipan kinaumagahan nang bigyan niya ito ng huling sulyap bago umalis. Ang lintik naman kasi, hindi manlang nabawasan ng kahit kaunti ang kagwapuhan kahit tulog at gulo-gulo ang buhok dahil sa pagkakasabunot niya. Hindi makapaniwala si Isabel sa pangyayaring iyon. Hindi niya akalaing ganoon na lamang siya kabilis na bumigay sa lalaking kahit pangalan ay wala siyang kaide-ideya. Lingid sa kaniyang kaalaman na ang lalaking iyon na kaniyang nakatalik ay isa pala sa dahilan kung bakit patuloy siyang tumatakas sa nakaraan.

Does true love is always worth fighting for? Now let me take you to the cozy and cold place of Baguio where the story started. Pines park has always been Jethro's spot. It is the place where he finds peace and the place he can be vulnerable. He believes that the Park knew him more than anyone else in the town of Sta. Isabel, more than his bestfriend Belle. The park became the witness of every memories made by Jethro and of someone that they'll surely never forget in their lifetimes.

Isabel Abraham was hated by her parents, loathed by her sister and despised by her husband. When she got married, she thought she would find happiness but her husband made her marriage hell for her for nine years, until she DIED. She came back nine years later as the CEO of two biggest companies in the country, her mission is simple and clear; to revenge all those that made her life miserable for nine years. She won't spare anyone including her husband.

Rogues took me while I was protecting my mate, Alpha Arthur. I came back three years later, only to find Arthur mated to my sister, Calista. My son, Leo, didn't recognize me. He only saw Calista as his real mother. Broken, I forced Arthur to banish Calista with the Elders' support, using my past contributions as leverage. But she died in a weak, outlying pack. Poisoned. After her death, Leo hated me for it. Arthur never blamed me, though. He just kept telling me everything would be okay. But when our pack was attacked again, he threw me to our enemies without hesitation. Left me to die. As I lay dying, I heard him snarl through gritted teeth. "If you hadn't come back, Calista would have been my mate for life!" My heart turned to ash. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Back to the day I returned after being gone for three years. This time, I looked at Arthur shielding Calista, with Leo clinging to her. "I sever our mate bond. From this day on, I am done with all of you."

I am the most secret Principessa of the Sicilian "Shepherd" Mafia. For my safety, my identity was a closely guarded secret since birth. I lived in the shadows, leaving the outside world entirely ignorant of my true standing. On my wedding day, my mafia fiancé allowed his female bodyguard to feed my family's heirloom token to his dog. He mocked me for coming from some "backwater" family, claiming I wasn't worthy to be his bride. He even threatened to wipe my family off the map.. Looking this, I simply made a single phone call. Moments later, armored vehicles crashed through the estate gates, and our family’s chief Consigliere knelt me in front of the terrified crowd:"Principessa, your father sent us to bring you home." It was only at that moment that my arrogant fiancé finally understood. The woman he had humiliated was the sole heir to the "Shepherd" family that controlled the European arms trade. But it was too late for regrets.