Jose Canseco Rookie Card

I am standing right in front of the ball room, staring at my fiance and chosen mate, Jackson hold a blonde haired lady on the waist. His chuckles are loud, and his smile reaching his ears. I see happiness, but not with me, without someone else. Then I realized, Jackson found his fated mate. What he'd been waiting to find for so many years, and yet I thought he loved me as much as I loved him. Turns out I was wrong. I was the only one holding so strong onto our love. I beg him not to chose her over me, but he threw me aside with a card to pay for everything I had done for him. 5 years of my life gone and wasted, 5 years loving a man so endlessly. Finally I made a decision. To leave permanently. But my fated stepped into my life at my lowest, and offered a helping hand. When I realized he was Jackson's family, I stepped in twice and decided to take this opportunity. Jackson's uncle was ready to lay his feet under my world, but was I ready to love him just a little of how much he loved me? Because.... My heart still longs for Jackson, and something unexpected happens... My ex chosen mate comes begging to take him back.

When my mother won a million dollars from a lottery ticket, she prepared an envelope for each of her three children. After we opened them, my younger brother and younger sister each found a bank card inside. But from my envelope, two 1-dollar coins clinked onto the floor. Seeing me freeze, a trace of unease flickered across Mother's face. "Cassian," she said hesitantly, "Logan and Sienna suffered a lot growing up because your father passed away so early. So I gave each of them 500 thousand dollars as compensation. "You're the eldest son—like a father to them. Don't fight with them over this, okay?" I glanced down at the faded down jacket I had worn for years, the fabric so worn that it had lost its color. Then, my eyes drifted to my younger brother's limited-edition sneakers and to the designer bag slung over my sister's shoulder. Mother seemed to have forgotten that when Father died, I had only been eight. I smiled faintly. "Alright. I won't fight them for it." Hearing this, Mother let out a long breath of relief. The next second, my voice turned cold. "Then I won't fight for the responsibility of supporting you in your old age either."

Sa mata ng mga mamamayan ng Lungsod ng San Jose, si Cyrus ay isang anino lamang—isang lalaking walang nakaraan, walang ambisyon, at isang "dustang manugang" na palamunin ng pamilyang Sandoval. Sa loob ng tatlong taon, tinitiis niya ang bawat pangungutya, pag-alipusta, at pagmamaliit mula sa kaniyang mga biyenan at sa mapagmataas na pinsan ng kaniyang asawa na si Marco. Ang tanging dahilan ng kaniyang pananatili ay ang kaniyang wagas na pagmamahal kay Claire Sandoval, ang babaeng nagbigay sa kaniya ng tahanan sa kabila ng kaniyang pagiging "basura" sa paningin ng lipunan. ​Ngunit ang lahat ay magbabago nang mahanap siya ni Arturo, ang tapat na alalay ng pinakamayamang pamilya sa buong mundo. Sa isang madilim na eskinita, mabubunyag ang katotohanang sampung taon nang nakabaon: Si Cyrus ay hindi isang pulubi, kundi si Cyrus Villarreal, ang nag-iisang tagapagmana ng Villarreal Global Holdings. Ang kaniyang amnesia ay hindi aksidente, kundi bunga ng isang malupit na pagkakanulo mula sa sarili niyang kadugo na nagnais na agawin ang kaniyang trono. ​Sa halip na agad na magpakitang-gilas, pipiliin ni Cyrus na manatili sa kaniyang low-profile na buhay. Gagamitin niya ang kaniyang katalinuhan, ang kaniyang walang limitasyong yaman, at ang kaniyang mga lihim na koneksyon upang protektahan si Claire at durugin ang mga kaaway nito nang hindi siya nakikilala. Sa pamamagitan ng mga "frontman" sa negosyo, itatayo niya ang isang imperyo sa likod ng mga anino habang nananatiling tagalinis ng sahig sa harap ng mga Sandoval. Ito ay isang mahabang labanan ng talino, estratehiya, at pagtitimpi. Hanggang kailan niya kayang itago ang kaniyang koronang ginto sa likod ng isang basahan? Sa mundong ang lahat ay nasusukat sa pera, si Cyrus ang magpapatunay na ang pinaka-aba ay siya palang Hari na nagmamay-ari ng lahat.

On my wedding day, my sister was drugged by my fiancé's best friend and viciously assaulted by a group of groomsmen. When she came to, the shame and horror drove her to leap to her death, her broken body crumpling at my feet. Herbert Brady shielded my eyes from the grisly sight, vowing to make things right. But when the truth came out that Lori Reilly was behind it, he smashed my phone to keep me from calling the police. Lori shrugged with mock innocence. "The guys were just messing around. So what if they tore her clothes off? I've been half-naked around them plenty of times. Why was she so fragile?" She slung her arm around Herbert's neck, whining, "I told you not to marry some broke nobody. Poor people have such brittle pride. Look at the mess Mona has made." When I demanded justice, Herbert stayed cool, sliding a Centurion card across the table. "Ten million dollars. Enough to buy your silence? Lori is one of us, part of the city's elite inner circle. Push your luck, and you're making enemies of everyone who runs this town. Come on, it was just a wedding prank gone wrong." I seized the car and snapped it like a twig. Ten million dollars? To buy the life of the Woodard family's cherished heiress?

When I bring up divorce in front of my husband, Vito Corti, he happens to be toying with a lace thigh strap that's gifted to him by a rising adult film star. Vito, the head of the Corti family as well as the youngest Don in Emaly, orders his Soldato to pick up his new lover tonight. Then, he shoots a languid glance at the divorce agreement on the table. "How big of a tantrum are you throwing this time, my dear Donna?" I reply calmly, "I didn't touch the bank card tied to the private account. I also don't want the estate in Emaly as well as the bulletproof convoy. I have already entrusted the asset management authority to your Consigliere." Vito is stunned for a moment, but he still thinks I'm still throwing a tantrum. "You don't want those assets? Then what do you want? My devotion? Gia, I already told you in the past that you're the woman with the highest position in the family. But it's too boring for a Don to own just one woman." He tries to reach out to feel my cheek, thinking that I'll act the same way as before; that I'll forgive him in a roundabout way after lashing out at him. But I just avoid his hand. I no longer want Vito's devotion to me. Now, I just want to leave him.

When I open my eyes again, I notice that I'm lying on the bed of my archnemesis, Ashton Ford. Ashton calmly puts on his clothes before tossing a card at me, telling me to get out. He then looks at the caretaker stationed by the door and asks helplessly, "Is Sunny still throwing a tantrum? Tell her that we're going to be engaged soon. She can't leave women in my bed just because she's angry." I'm about to say something when a stream of comments appears before my eyes. "Here comes another one hoping to sleep her way into a prestigious position. Mr. Ford only loves Sunny. If she didn't comfort him, he might have taken his own life after what happened to Elizabeth a long time ago." "Can the author stop trying to force these flings onto him? It wasn't easy for Sunny to achieve success after taking over as the female lead. I want to see them live a sweet married life." "Unless Mr. Ford's dead first love, Elizabeth Miller, comes back to life, no one can possibly touch Sunny's position in Mr. Ford's heart." Confusion is written all over my face. I'm Elizabeth Miller. Since when did I become Ashton's first love?

Para kay Jiannella, ang buhay ay parang isang salamin na nabasag—mahirap ng ayusin. Sa pagtatangkang ilayo ang kanyang kinikilalang kapatid sa kapahamakan, sumama siya sa kanyang tunay na mga magulang sa Pilipinas. Ngunit ang inaasam niyang tahimik na buhay ay nauwi sa isang malaking drama. Ang kanyang kapatid na si Mika, na anak ng dating yaya, ay labis na pinapaboran ng kanyang ina, na tila nagsisisi pa na dinala siya sa kanilang tahanan. At ang pinakamasakit, ang kanyang fiancé na si Duke, ay labis na umiibig kay Mika at gustong ipagpaliban ang kanilang kasal dahil lamang sa pagbabalik ni Mika mula sa ibang bansa. Sa desperasyon na makatakas sa kanyang pamilya, ipinost niya ang mainit na balita. Ang kanyang fiancé na si Duke, ay may relasyon sa kanyang kapatid na si Mika. Sa kasamaang palad, nagamit niya ang black card na bigay ng kanyang kapatid, at alam niyang anumang oras ay magpapakita ito sa kanyang harapan. Malapit na bang mabunyag ang kanyang madilim na sikreto? Lihim siyang may nararamdaman para sa kanyang kapatid, ngunit pilit itong kinukubli dahil sa takot na ito'y kakaiba.

At the celebration where Lorenzo Alvarez is crowned the new mafia boss, his men arrange a few performances. A dancer in a backless top and short skirt twists around the pole under the lights. "Don't look," he murmurs, covering my eyes with his hand. "This kind of cheap entertainment isn't worthy of you." His men jump in immediately. "Lorenzo still spoils Ms. Valenti after all these years. That kind of devotion is rare. We're so jealous." "A man as loyal and single-minded as Lorenzo is hard to find." I rest a hand on my belly, planning to tell him tonight that I am pregnant. But when I return from the restroom, I see the same man who had just held me in his arms leaning back in his chair while the dancer straddles his lap. Lorenzo slips his business card and a thick fold of cash into the waistband of her skirt. He laughs, relaxed and unbothered. "Isabella is wonderful, sure, but life needs a little passion. This ragazza is just something new. A bit of fun. "Keep your mouths shut. Don't go running to Isabella and upset her. Otherwise, you'll have a problem." Cold rushes through me. I do not approach or confront Lorenzo. I simply take out my phone and answer the email I have been avoiding for days. "I agree to participate in the confidential experiment."

My so-called best friend pretends to be me and steals my identity as the CEO. She spends money recklessly and announces she'll buy apartments in the city for our long-time employees. Everyone praises her as the perfect boss. Not only that, but she also steals my husband. Even my son calls her "Mommy". So, when I'm accused of having bipolar disorder and other mental health issues, no one speaks up for me. My young son has no idea that I am his birth mother. The company and assets my parents have left me have been taken by my best friend, too. In the end, my body ulcerates, and I pass away in a psychiatric hospital. When I open my eyes again, I realize I'm back on the day my best friend used my money to buy apartments for our employees. She stands in the center of the crowd, taking in all the praises. "You're beautiful and so is your heart, Ms. Moore! You care about us so much, always handing out bonuses. And now, you want to set up a fund to help us buy homes? I'd work for you until I die!" And so, I quietly change the password on the bank card that funds all this. This time, I'll make sure my dear friend and my beloved husband experience the "wonderful" life they truly deserve.

Two years into my marriage with Don Dante, my ex came back. Julian, the man who shattered my heart five years ago. He announced he was getting engaged. And he wanted me as his mistress. "I know I hurt you," he said. "My family looks down on mob ties. It was never going to work. But now? I'm marrying Tiffany. I'm taking over the family empire. I can finally afford to keep you." I just sneered at him. "Did it ever occur to you that I might be married?" He scoffed. "What decent family would have you? The daughter of a mob underboss? Don't be ridiculous." His arrogance made me sick. When I refused, he slapped a black card on the table. Told me to buy whatever I wanted. He said he'd pick me up next week. That we could spend every weekend tangled up in his bed. I spat on the floor at his feet. "Get him out," I told my guard. "And take his trash with him." He didn't get it. Not then. But he would. The moment he found out who I married. I didn't just marry anyone. I married the king of the Chicago underworld. A man he could never touch. And when he finally figured it out, he lost his goddamn mind.