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“Darcy is feeling dizzy tonight. Let's suppress our bond, Emma. We can have our marking ceremony some other day.” Those were the exact words he spat when I called him on the day that was supposed to be our marking ceremony. It was the seventh time he asked me to suppress the sacred bond between us for his childhood sweetheart. The first time he suppressed it was because Darcy’s pack was under attack and he wanted to be by her side. “Darcy is fighting for her survival and you want me to be pulled by our fated bond? Don't make me believe you are this selfish., Emma.” The third time he suppressed it he said, “Darcy is having a fever. I can't leave her alone.” By the sixth time, he didn't bother explaining why he had the witch suppress our bond in the most brutal way possible because he was in a hurry to go meet Darcy. Since we were fated mates, every time he wanted to be intimate with her, he would have a witch suppress the bond between us. As an Alpha, this suppression barely affects him but as an Omega, it would leave me in a terrible pain that I could not get up from my bed for weeks. Though devastated seeing me in such pain, he would offer me only a few lines of apologies and a bundle of promises to make it up to me in future. That's it. So, when the seventh time, he refused to mark me and came home to suppress our bond to be with Darcy, I had already packed my clothes. It will be the last time he suppresses our bond because the next time, there will be no bond between us to suppress.

The night before the study abroad application deadline, the class group chat blew up. [Oh my God, Ryan, why did you switch your application to the UK? Weren’t you supposed to go to France with Emma Bennett?] Ryan Hawthorne replied like it was nothing. [Yeah, I changed it. She has my login anyway.] [Once she sees it, she’ll switch too. She always follows me around. She can’t function without me.] I stood there with my phone in my hand, my mind going completely blank. Scattered across the floor, half tucked between my open suitcases, was the gift I had prepared especially for Ryan. I left the group chat, threw the gift away, and never opened the application portal again. What he did not know was this. He could give up the future we were supposed to share for Sophie Quinn. And I could give him up too. I could choose my own future without ever looking back. All those late nights, all those years of work, had never been only for him.

Alistair Kingsley's secretary, Nerina Larson, calls herself a lucky charm with a dream that she wants to achieve. Apparently, she has used the 500 thousand dollars in the company's account, which is set aside for the employees' year-end bonuses, on lottery tickets. Excitedly, she sends a voice message on the company's group chat. "This lucky charm shall win prizes for everyone! Call me the lucky charm who knows how to manage finances the best!" Alistair claims that Nerina is a very high-spirited and interesting young woman. He even criticizes me for being a stick in the mud. During the final compulsory meeting before the New Year holidays, thousands of employees are waiting for their bonuses so that they can celebrate the holidays happily. But Nerina has the nerve to tear the back-up check I've prepared into pieces in front of everyone. She claims that she has never lost when it comes to luck, so she wants to live stream the process of her scratching the lottery tickets. In my previous life, I called the security guards and had her removed from the stage. Then, I quickly used my authority to send everyone their salaries. That was how I managed to calm everyone down and helped the company avoid going into bankruptcy. With tears streaming down her eyes, Nerina rushed out of the company. "All of my fans call me the lucky queen, and that I'll definitely score the grand prize today! But now, my live streaming gig is all ruined!" On the same night, Nerina dies from hypothermia after drinking herself to a stupor on the streets. With bloodshot eyes, Alistair ran over me with his car repeatedly. "Why can't you just believe her just this once? What if she can strike the jackpot and lead everyone down the path of wealth?" When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Nerina carries a few sacks of lottery tickets onto the stage. This time, I'm the first one to applaud for her. I want Alistair to witness how his beloved lucky charm can bring ruination upon the entire company!

My mate, Leonardo Salvatore, is the next Alpha of the Silverpine Pack. We've been together for five years, and yet he never agrees to hold our mating ceremony. But on the day I show up on his doorstep to confront him, I discover a pair of pantyhose and a bra that don't belong to me on his bed. Leonardo doesn't look ashamed and guilty in the slightest despite getting caught red-handed. Instead, he just shoots me a flippant smile. "Remember to tell the maids to clean up my room, Bella." His friends start a bet on whether or not I'll sever our mate bond because of Leonardo's affair. The wolf in question merely props his chin with a hand while saying airily, "Bella loves me far too much to leave me. Besides, she's a docile one. She'll definitely forgive me in less than two days." Leonardo is right. I do love him with all my heart. Whenever we got into fights in the past, I was the one who'd beg him not to leave me with tears running down my cheeks. But what Leonardo doesn't know is that he's already tainted. It's only natural for a goody-two-shoes like me to care about my mate's purity the most, so I can never accept a playboy like Leonardo as my mate. While he's waiting for me to return to his side, I muster all of my courage to ask the Alpha King, "I heard that you don't have a mate yet. In that case, may I become your Luna Queen?"

After my daughter, Mia Powell, was declared brain-dead, my husband, Liam Powell, urged me to sign the organ donation consent form. I was drowning in grief and my mind was on the verge of collapse. That was when I accidentally discovered that her attending doctor, Blair Lincoln, was Liam’s old flame. They had lied about Mia’s brain death, just to trick me into signing the form and steal her heart to save Blair’s daughter, Sophia. I watched as Liam picked Sophia up from the hospital. The three of them smiled together, like a perfect, happy family. When I confronted them, they pushed me off a building, and I died from the fall. Given a second chance, I had returned to the day I was supposed to sign the organ donation form. As I stared at Mia lying in that hospital bed, I silently vowed. This time, that scumbag and that wretch would pay with their lives for what they did to Mia.

On the eve of the SATs, Sasha Lane’s diary got leaked. Every private thought she had ever hidden about her uncle, Gabriel Quinn, was dragged into the open. Humiliated. Picked apart in public. She was forced to give up the exam. Sent overseas like an exile. After that, she was branded shameless, trashy, and completely out of line. Those accusations followed her everywhere. Years passed. No matter how hard she worked, she could never shake the weight of that judgment. Even after getting into a top global university. Even after becoming a rising star in pharmaceutical research. In the end, they still pushed her toward a stable civil service job, like none of her accomplishments meant a thing. Then came the scandal. A rumor about an illegitimate child exploded overnight. For the sake of his reputation and future, Gabriel forced her into a marriage with the most powerful heir in the city, Sebastian York. Gabriel told her, “Sebastian isn’t interested in you. He only agreed to a fake marriage to deal with his family. Once things calm down, you’ll divorce.” That was the moment her heart finally went cold. She didn’t owe him anything anymore. At City Hall, Sebastian York, a man infamous for his ruthless reputation, handed Sasha his medical report. “Everything checks out. No problem consummating the marriage.” Sasha looked him over, then shrugged. “Fine. You’re this good-looking. I’m not exactly losing out.” Sasha thought Sebastian wasn’t interested in her. She was wrong. After they got married, all it took was one extra look, and something in him snapped. He treated her like his wife in public. In private, he was anything but restrained. Every touch was slow, deliberate, and dangerously tempting. He knew exactly how to get under her skin. Knew exactly how to pull her in. Before she realized what was happening, she was already in too deep. Later, Sasha posted her pregnancy update on social media. Gabriel dropped his speech mid-event and walked out without a word. He drove through a storm just to find her. Soaked to the bone, he blurted out, his voice shaking. “Sasha… divorce him. Come home with me.” Back when she loved him, he didn’t care. Now that he finally wanted her, she had nothing left to give. On the other side of a closed door, Sebastian had her pinned against him, his hand locked around her waist as he kissed her until she could barely breathe. His palm slid over her stomach, his voice low and rough, coaxing. “Be good. Let him hear you.” She was the woman he had fought to claim. And anyone who thought they could take her away? Dream on!

He Stole My Love Heart and Future—But I’m Taking It Back In this fast-paced romance filled with betrayal, revenge, and girl power, Emily Reyes appears to be the perfect good girl—beautiful, loyal, and the devoted wife of arrogant CEO Carlos Reyes. She gave him everything: her love, her fortune, and her future. But behind the public smiles is a tragic truth—Carlos used Emily to build his empire and now hides a devastating secret. When Daniela, a mysterious woman with a young son, moves into their mansion claiming to be Carlos’s stepsister, Emily’s world begins to unravel. The truth? Daniela is Carlos’s former lover, and Mateo is their son. Heartbroken, Emily flees and crashes her car in a storm—only to be rescued by Alejandro Vega, a kind architect with a painful past and a quiet strength that draws her in. Torn between grief and justice, Emily pretends to have amnesia and begins gathering evidence of Carlos’s crimes and betrayal. With the help of her childhood friend, she transforms from weak to strong—reclaiming her inheritance, documenting the lies, and plotting her revenge. As Carlos’s empire collapses under the weight of Emily’s revelations, tragedy strikes: in a final act of madness, he murders Daniela and takes his own life, leaving their son orphaned. One year later, Emily has rebuilt her life and found peace—and love—with Alejandro. The once submissive wife is now a powerful woman who turned heartbreak into strength. When she places a white rose between Carlos and Daniela’s graves, she whispers: “The price of betrayal was too high for all of us.” A gripping tale of love, tragedy, and redemption, this is the ultimate weak-to-strong romance where justice is served—and healing begins.

Five years ago, I was his life and I thought we would be the end game until Rosalin, his new assistant, seeped into our life. It began with urgent late night meetings. Our dinner conversations, once filled with shared secrets and soft laughter, were replaced by the rhythmic tapping of his thumbs against his phone. He stopped looking at me across the table, his gaze permanently fixed on the glowing screen as he replied to her "emergency" texts. When I’d walk into his office, the air would turn brittle. He’d stop talking mid-sentence, Rosalin leaning over his shoulder with a look that wasn't professional. But the breaking point was when he left me waiting for six hours on our anniversary Gala to celebrate Rosaline’s birthday. “We got occupied with something, Victoria.” He said, “Rosaline has brought cake for you. It was her birthday as well.” Just then a notification came into my phone. It was Rosaline’s post. She had posted a picture minutes before entering the gala. She was sitting in a seven-star hotel, the one I asked Jayden to book for our Anniversary but he refused after saying it was full. She had been cutting her birthday cake surrounded by red candles’ flames and a pair of hands had cupped hers. Jayden’s hands. He had ghosted our Anniversary Gala to celebrate Rosaline’s birthday! That was when I realised, I had no future with this man. I will disappear from his world, taking his child with me.

My husband, James Lincoln, disappeared in an accident, and my in-laws wasted no time filing to have him legally declared deceased. At the funeral, a woman, Xena Xander, suddenly showed up with a young boy, both crying hysterically. The boy, Charlie Lincoln, screamed at the top of his lungs, calling my husband “Daddy.” My ten-year-old daughter, Mia Lincoln, charged at him, shouting, “Shut up! That’s my dad!” Pretending to break it up, my in-laws instead shoved Mia to the ground. She collapsed and passed out on the spot. “If you’re looking for someone to blame, blame yourself for not giving us a grandson! This family can’t die out without an heir!” Xena smirked at me with blatant provocation. Behind her, Charlie spat in my direction and sneered, “You’re just a worthless tramp nobody cares about.” I didn’t lose my temper. Instead, I laughed. “If you want the status and the inheritance so badly, you can have them. But don’t come crying to me when you regret it.” Two weeks later, Xena showed up at my doorstep, covered in blood, banging on the door and screaming. And then, I got a phone call that felt like a nightmare come to life. But I couldn’t have cared less. By then, I was already enjoying a peaceful vacation overseas.

"Kill me", whispered Ronald Sam/John held the gun to Ronald's face. "Kill me",said Ronald,"What are you waiting for?" "Why did you do this?",asked Sam pointing at the ruins of the once beautiful city,"Why did you do this?!" Ronald licked his lips and said,"I knew I was the villian, the broken one. I knew no one would come to my grave to mourn me or leave me flowers or miss me! I knew I was the bad one! " He looked up at Sam and again said,"I knew I couldn't be forgiven. I know what I deserve" Sam , with tears in his eyes snarled ,"And what do you deserve?!" "I deserve to die. I deserve to be killed",said Ronald, with some final remorse in his voice and moisture his eyes. ************************* Ronald, a famous , successful and evil chemist, decides to make a vaccine, not to cure , but to destroy the world. He dedicates five years of his life in it. And he succeeded in making what he wanted . But did Ronald do it just because he wanted to? Or the evil scientist decide to go rogue? No. He had some reasons. But he doesn't see that others have family too. Vengeance has blinded him. But that doesn't mean it's too late. It's never too late. But then, after everything has been destroyed, can it be fixed?.....Ever heard of time travel?....Yes, it's real.....Real than reality itself.