It's Not About The Money

When I turned eighteen, I completed my shift and finally gained my wolf. The Lycan King of the Northern Tribe—Karl Gilmore, my father's close friend—handed me photos of his sons and told me to choose a mate. Whomever I chose would become the next Lycan King. Without hesitation, I pointed to his eldest son, Sven Gilmore. Everyone was stunned because everyone knew, for years, I had always loved the third son, Erik Gilmore. I'd trailed after Erik like a shadow, declaring loudly to the whole world that I'd marry him someday, that I'd be his mate. In my previous life, I did marry Erik. And he did become the next Lycan King. But a year into our marriage, he betrayed me with my stepsister and got her pregnant. Furious, the old Lycan King forced her to abort the pup and exiled her to another pack. From that moment on, Erik despised me. He started bringing home a different mistress every night. I was furious, helpless, and eventually, I died in the dead of winter. I never expected that when I opened my eyes again, I'd be back at eighteen, standing at the very moment I was meant to choose my mate. This time, I won't choose Erik. This time, I'll step aside and let him have his love with my sister. But why did Erik break down in tears when I chose someone else, begging me to come back?

After being saved by an unknown man who turned out to be Ricardo Kincaid, the successor and only son of Mr. Desmond Kincaid, the CEO and founder of Megabiz, Lisa Thompson was hellbent on having a relationship with him despite his coldness. But one thing that Lisa was unaware of was that Ricardo Kincaid might not be the man she thought he was. He might be hiding a secret that might destroy them if it ever got out...

Can money buy everything? Even love? Edan O'Connor, a millionaire, heir to a major investment company, promises his father to marry in front of him, on his deathbed, to fulfill his last wish, there is only one detail, his father does not tolerate his girlfriend, Vivian. So Edan decides to hire a girl to pose as his new girlfriend and fake a fake marriage in front of his father. At the hospital, Edan meets Alma Contreras, a beautiful and humble young woman, who has her mother hospitalized in need of surgery that she cannot afford. Edan proposes a deal, he will pay all his mother's medical expenses, if she pretends to be his girlfriend for a few days and an acted-out marriage. In the midst of desperation and need, Alma accepts. But there are two details, suddenly, what was supposed to be a fake marriage, becomes a real marriage and thanks to a last “minute surgery, Edan's father is saved, changing the course of his contract completely. What will happen when in the middle of the performance, true feelings begin to awaken between Alma and Edan? How will Vivian, Edan's real girlfriend, a pedantic and toxic woman, take the fact that her boyfriend has married another woman? Will love to be able to overcome the barriers of money and social class?

When Isabel is thrown to the side like she doesn't matter, she's broken. Not only is the only man she has ever loved dumping her for his comatose bride, she's also pregnant. For four years, she disappears and plots her revenge. Now, she's back.

Penelope was surprised by her best friend Anastacia when she announced that she is engaged to her boyfriend that she met just 6 months ago. Not knowing anything about the guy and she even saw him for a few times, from her own heartbreak experienced she suggested to her friend she’ll gonna check first his background and anything. Bewildered of what she saw while spying her best friend’s boyfriend she takes a video of it and decided to upload in social media to teach the man a lesson. Unfortunately, the person on the video was not her best friend's boyfriend but his twin. Not knowing that she’ll be the one who will be punish not only because of the video but in someway her heart will going to be involved too.

Sophia Grant is desperate to save her marriage to Julian who's drifting away under the spell of his seductive employee, Vanessa. With their baby on the way, Sophia fights to rekindle Julian’s love, but as his betrayal becomes painfully clear, she must confront a harsh truth: love alone may not be enough. Heartbroken and humiliated, Sophia walks away, vowing to reclaim her life and her power. But what secrets lie in her past that could change everything? How can she do her revenge if she leaves with nothing but heartaches?

Irish-Tristan (Complete) Sypnosis It's Just a Game Irish Nathally is an Independent-smart girl. She's a dreamer and reaching her Goal in life. A nerd that been bullied to their campus for almost 4 executived years but as she step in her Shs her life change when she meet THE BADDEST particular the group leader none other than Tristan. Tristan Ace is a Heartthrob in their campus. A wealthy person with a badboy/charismatic features. He doesn't believe in love and He believes that love is Just a Game. A game they've create that collide this two person. What will gonna happen?. Tristan will seek and find the true of meaning of love? @credits to the photo

In my past life, my mother kept matchmaking me with a man with violence issues. After being subject to domestic violence, I tearfully called my mother and asked for help. However, she didn't do anything. Ultimately, I died from his violence while pregnant with his child. After I was reborn, my mother ended up being the one to marry him. This delighted me. She had no idea that he had AIDS!

When I went to reissue my mate certificate, the Werewolf Affairs Division told me, "Your mate certificate is a forgery. We have no record of your registration." I stared at the clerk, unable to believe what I was hearing. "But Sam and I registered five years ago. That's impossible. Could you please check again?" The clerk gave me a look before double-checking the files. "We found Alpha Sam's record. But the registered mate… isn't you." My voice trembled. "Then who is Sam's legal mate?" The clerk didn't hesitate. "Lily." I gripped the back of the chair, white-knuckled, just to keep myself upright. Until the clerk had spoken that name, I'd still held on to hope. Maybe it was a clerical error. A mix-up. But of all people, it had to be Lily, Sam's childhood friend. And suddenly, everything started to make sense. In five years of being Sam's mate, he had never marked me. We'd only held a mating ceremony—no certificate, no legal bond. I had given up everything for that ceremony, poured all my hope and love into it, believing I was his, only to find the certificate was fake. The five years I'd thought were mine—our happiness—had all been a lie, crafted and upheld by appearances. If none of it was truly mine, then there's only one thing left for me to do. Leave.

Albert Roosevelt was the crush I was never meant to have. Like an idiot, I believed loving someone meant giving them everything, even if they didn't care about you. So, I trailed after him like a desperate puppy, bending over backward to meet his every whim. When he couldn't afford tuition, I begged Dad to fund him, sending him to the best schools. When his worn-out clothes made him a laughingstock, I pitied him and showered him with designer labels. And what did he do? He used what I gave him to chase after a gold-digging campus belle. To keep up appearances, he blew through money like it grew on trees. He even spread rumors that he was the real heir to the Roosevelts. To him, I was just an ATM. "Your family's loaded. It's not like you'll miss a few hundred grand. If you're gonna be stingy, maybe you should stop following me around," he said when his wallet ran dry. And like a fool, I believed that if I kept paying, someday, he'd love me back. After graduation, I funded his startup. The second it took off, he married the campus belle. He had the nerve to claim he earned everything through nothing but hard work. So, I crashed his wedding, and he buried a knife in my chest. "Only when you're dead, Eve Roosevelt. Only then will my pathetic past stay buried." When I opened my eyes again, I was face-to-face with a scowling Albert. "You can't scrape together a few hundred thousand dollars? It's Bianca's birthday. Are you trying to humiliate me?" I looked around the room and rolled my eyes. "Sure, I'll pay. But first? Kneel. You look pretty enough. Consider it charity, peasant."