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For ten years, Lyra has been hopelessly in love with Kael, the powerful Northern Alpha. She endured ridicule in her pursuit, and even as Fated Mates, Kael never acknowledged her Luna identity. Before dying, she finally realized the cruel truth — Kael never loved her — and passed away alone on the bed where they were married. Fortunately, the Moon Goddess gave her a second chance. Reborn at seventeen, Lyra vows to live for herself and keep her distance. Kael panics at her withdrawal, unable to bear seeing her draw close to other Alphas. He believes the seemingly weak, Wolfless Lyra cannot escape his grasp, but she hides a true Alpha identity. Beneath their love, a far greater conspiracy quietly lurks.

There's a common secret kept by everyone in the upper crust. Liliana Coolidge loves me, her husband, to the core, and yet she loves the thrill of sleeping with others behind my back. She pampers her side pieces a lot, but there's one taboo that they must follow no matter what. They must never show up in front of me at all. Everyone knows that I'm the man whom she's loved for a decade and the one she almost died to marry. Liliana has made it clear that if I were dead, she'd definitely follow me to the afterlife without a doubt. But this time, her latest side piece is a rebellious one. He actually shows up before me, thinking that he has Liliana to back him up. He spams my phone with tons of used condom photos, together with Liliana's sleeping visage. "Mr. Rivero, the strawberry ribbed condom overstimulates Ms. Coolidge too much, judging from the way she kept moaning the whole night. Had she used it when she was with you in the past?" Only at that moment do I realize that my wife, who loves me to the moon and back, has chosen to pour all the love she has for me while giving her body to other people. As I stare at the photos, I weep until I don't have any tears left. Then, I draft a divorce agreement and leave my signature there. But when I turn around, I notice a 17-year-old version of Liliana standing behind me with tears streaming down her face.

In a cycle of broken plans, Elena asks Marcus, "Why another delay for her?" He insists, "Sophia's just a friend in trouble—you're my priority." Whispers of the past test their bond, while a quiet ally says, "I've cared for you longer than you know." As accusations fly—"You're imagining things!"—Elena questions her path. A final decision sparks chaos, rewriting fates.

Naging katatawanan ng buong sambayanan si Zarayah Del Valle nang kumalat ang balitang nakipagrelasyon siya sa isang magsasaka matapos siyang hiwalayan ng asawa. Desperada na raw siya at kung kani-kanino na lang pumatol. Sa galit at kahihiyan na dulot niya sa kanilang pamilya ay itinakwil siya ng mga magulang. Ngunit pagkalipas ng ilang taon ay parang asong ulol na naghahabol ulit sa kanya ang dating asawa. Halos magkanda-dapa ito at magmakaawa para lang makuha ang atensyon niya. "Please, Zarayah. Bumalik ka na sa akin. I'll do anything. Gagawin ko ang lahat upang mahalin mo ulit ako." Pumayag ang dalaga sa kagustuhang makaganti dito at sa kanyang kapatid sa ginawa nitong pang-aagaw kay Ethan. Ngunit ang hindi niya inaasahan ay malalaman ng bago niyang asawa ang kanyang mga pinaggagagawa! At isang gabi nga, sa loob ng mahabang panahon ay bigla itong lumitaw sa kanyang tirahan ng walang pasabi, wala ng pang-itaas na damit at nagbabaklas ng sinturon. Madilim ang mukha nito at nag-iigting ang panga sabay sabing... "Get your hands and knees on the bed, my lovely wife. You need to be punish." •• THIS STORY CONTAINS A LOT OF MATURE SCENES | PLEASE, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ••

Second book in My Archangel Soulmate series ** Strong arms wrapped around my much smaller frame, comfortable warmth engulfing my tingling body, followed by the softest, sweetest touch of his lips against mine, moving in a slow, gentle kiss. My eyelids fluttered closed on their own accord, pressing myself even closer, my hand finding its way around his neck, burying my fingers in his short soft hair while the small sparks of bright light still danced in between us, mixing with each other. It felt so magical, so utterly ethereal, the way his entire being felt so close to mine, tiny pieces of himself tangling with mine, like small silvery strings those tiny pieces drawing us together, creating a supernatural bond.

My husband and I have been legally married for five years. This is the tenth time he's canceled our wedding ceremony. This time? His student, Laura, is competing in her first international violin competition—and he 'needs' to be there. I still remember the last cancellation: an awards ceremony he had to attend with her. The time before that? She fell ill, and he stayed at her hospital bedside. The other times? I've lost count of the excuses, but it doesn't matter. The reason is always Laura. Her needs always outweighed my wedding. My marriage. My life. Fine. If he wanted to stand by Laura so badly, he could stay there forever. This hollow, five-year farce of a marriage? It's over.

Dante and I have been married for three years. But he never knew my real name. We’d had countless arguments over the past three years—over the petty details of everyday life. I can no longer tolerate such a ridiculous life like a puppet today. Calliope, that’s what he called me, but it was actually my twin sister’s name. My husband may never know that the woman who married him three years ago was a substitute bride. Three years ago, my sister abandoned us and left before the wedding with her lover. To prevent the anger of the Laurent’s, my family had no choice but to let me marry Dante instead of my sister. My phone rang again and again, I finally picked it up. "Throwing another tantrum, are you? Calliope, tell me what you are capable to do if you can not even be merely a housewife?" I knew Calliope could always get her way through her sweet voice and innocent smiles. She can be an obedient and perfect wife—something I could never manage. "Dante. I’m not joking.” I didn't know if my voice sounded a little sad. "You can’t be serious—" For the first time, I heard a tremor in the man's words. He doesn't love me. He likes to be in control. When he realized that his puppet was losing control, he began to panic. It's time for this farce to end. I clenched my phone and spoke to the man on the other end in the calmest voice of my life. "Dante, let's get a divorce." But what shocked me more than hearing Dante's answer was the person who suddenly appeared in front of me. Calliope, my twin sister, who disappeared for the whole three years. “Are you crazy? Why on earth would you want a divorce? That's Dante Laurent, a billionaire heir, every woman's dream！” “Calliope? Our parents and I all thought you would never show up again. I entered this wrong marriage because of your escape. Dante... he’s not that a husband out of your dreams.” “Seraphina, put away your ridiculous niceness and compassion. I have returned this time to take back what is MINE and my place.” She lifted my hand with a sneer and removed the wedding ring from my finger.

Mariecris Bayubay, isang probinsyanang naging biktima ng karahasan sa syudad. Namuhay sa apat na sulok ng madilim na silid. Walang karamay. Walang masasandalan. Nag-iisa. Walang kamag-anak. Wasak. Bigo. Nabuhay sa takot at pagpapakamatay. Halos mawala siya sa sariling katinuan hanggang sa mapadpad siya sa puder ng isang napakayamang lalaki at magaling na psychiatrist na nagngangalang Seven Castillion, isang binatang bigo sa pag-ibig dahil ang unang babaeng minahal niya ay siya na ngayong asawa ng kanyang nakakatandang kapatid. Nagparaya siya kahit sobrang sakit na pakawalan ito. Hinding hindi na niya nakikita ang sariling magmamahal ulit dahil kahit na may sarili ng pamilya ang babaeng unang minahal ay hindi pa rin siya nawawalan ng pag-asa. Ang binata ang nagbihis at nag-alaga kay Mariecris sa mga panahong gusto na niyang sumuko. Dahil sa kabutihan nito ay hindi niya namalayang nahuhulog na siya, pero anong mapapala ng pagmamahal niya para dito kung may ibang tinitibok ang puso nito? Siya nga ba ang unang babaeng babali sa tadhana ng mga Castillion? Siya nga ba ang unang babaeng magsasabing hindi totoo ang paniniwala ng mga ito na kung sino ang unang minahal ay siya ang huli? O dahil sa pag-ibig niya sa binata ay mas lalo siyang mawawasak at muling nanaisin na mamatay nalang?

FRAGMENTS OF MEMORIES 1: MARRIED AT SEVENTEEN AN ENGLISH NOVEL Thera De Marco was hated and feared by many. For inexplicable reasons, within five years of marriage to her husband Sean, she has gone from being soft-hearted and happy, to savage and ill-tempered. Despite her unhappiness, and her hate towards her husband she has refused to get her marriage annulled.Just before her 30th birthday, Thera is hit by a car, causing her memory before she met Sean to be wiped out. When she resumes her life, she begins to question why she was so unhappy in her marriage.Will her feelings change while she couldn't remember anything? Or do the secrets run deeper than she ever realized?

Thera De Marco was hated and feared by many. For inexplicable reasons, within five years of marriage to her husband Sean, she has gone from being soft-hearted and happy, to savage and ill-tempered. Despite her unhappiness, and her hate towards her husband she has refused to get her marriage annulled. Ilang buwan bago ang kanyang ika tatlumpong taong kaarawan, Thera is hit by a car, causing her memory - before she meets Sean, to be wiped out. When she resumes her life, she begins to question why she was so unhappy in her marriage. Magbabago kaya ang damdamin ni Thera para sa asawa habang wala siyang maalala? Or do the secrets run deeper than she ever realized?