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El día de mi boda, de repente, mis papás trajeron a mi novio a la casa y dijeron que la boda iba a tener otra novia: —Tu hermana tiene una enfermedad terminal, su único deseo es casarse con Iván. —Tú eres su hermana menor, sé buena y ayuda a tu hermana. —No te apresures —intervino también mi novio—, es nomás una ceremonia. Después de que ella se muera, nosotros todavía podemos casarnos. Yo no estuve de acuerdo, así que mis papás me amarraron. —Te soltaremos, después de que se acabe la boda. Pero, poco después de que se fueron, un ladrón que se metió a la casa me mató de forma brutal. Cuando por fin se acordaron de mí, solo encontraron mi cuerpo ya en estado de descomposición.

“ I watched you grow from a girl into a woman. I watched men try to approach you at school , men I had too…… discouraged from ever speaking your name again” —————————————- The deal was simple:Two families, one alliance.Salvatore Moretti, the cold-blooded to the east coast , was to marry the eldest daughter to the Russo family to end a decade-long blood feud. Sofia Russo is beautiful, elegant , and the perfect mafia bride. But Salvatore doesn’t want Sofia . For five years his camera , his men, and his own eyes have been fixed on Iris, the rebellious younger sister kept in the shadows. He has watched her grow, watched her cry, and destroyed any man who has dared to look at her , all from the darkness. Now, the contract is signed, the wedding is set , and Salvatore is moving into the Russo estate. But as he stands at the altar , he’s not looking at his bride . He’s looking at the bridesmaid… and he decides he’s not leaving without her.

I gave up on my inheritance right during the time my love for Matteo Rossini ran the deepest. When I was about to leave, Papa looked at me before saying lightly, "I bet that you'll come home in three years." Back then, I didn't take his words to heart. After spending three years overcoming life's hurdles with Matteo, he finally becomes the Don of his family. On the day the inheritance party is to be held, I decide to wear a dress that I've treasured for a very long time but never had the heart to wear. But the moment I walk into the banquet hall, I see Matteo holding hands with a radiant young woman. She's Isabella Ginevra, a popular socialite in the elite society. Isabella flits among the guests charismatically, as though she were the lady of the house. She's capable of engaging in any conversational topic, be it finance strategies or channels to obtain firearms. I try to participate in a conversation, only for Isabella to cut me off with a titter. "I thought you've been spending the past few years being cooped up indoors. It turns out that you know a thing or two about these topics, huh?" Everyone around us falls silent for a brief moment. My expression freezes on my face. Then, I turn to look at Matteo subconsciously. But he doesn't even bother looking my way. Instead, he merely says softly, "We're talking business here, Bianca. You should sit with the other ladies." I clench my fists instantly. But in the end, I opt to not say anything and just walk away. Through the throngs of the guests, I can see Matteo and Isabella chatting animatedly with each other in low tones. For once, Matteo looks relaxed and at ease—an expression that I haven't seen for a long time. Suddenly, I hear a guest remarking, "If someone like Ms. Ginevra were to become the Donna, she'd be of great help to the Don." A chorus of agreements ring out around him. Matteo just smiles in return, though he doesn't deny that remark. In fact, he even toasts to Isabella and drinks to her in front of everyone. That's when I draw to my feet and walk over to snatch the glass out of his hand. "I think so too. In that case, she can have the position as the Donna, then."

Lima tahun menikah, Alia terjebak dalam rumah tangga yang terasa seperti penjara—suami yang dingin, kata-kata yang menyakitkan, dan mertua yang menuntut cucu seolah hidup Alia hanya berharga jika ia bisa memberi keturunan. Hingga suatu malam sebuah kecelakaan kecil mempertemukannya dengan Arhan, seorang mahasiswa yang tanpa sengaja melihat bagaimana suami Alia merendahkan harga dirinya di depan umum meski berbisik. “Udah mandul, masih nyusahin.” Satu kalimat itu mengubah segalanya. Bukan hanya bagi Alia-tapi juga bagi Arhan Ketika perhatian kecil berubah menjadi kedekatan, dan kedekatan berubah menjadi kebutuhan… muncul fakta yang selama ini dikubur: Alia bukanlah pihak yang mandul. Rahasia itu menjadi pintu ke hubungan terlarang yang tak pernah mereka bayangkan. Yang bisa memberi Alia sesuatu yang tak akan pernah ia dapatkan dari suaminya. Namun setiap pilihan memiliki konsekuensi. Dan di antara rasa bersalah, hasrat, dan luka yang lama terpendam, Alia harus memilih: menyelamatkan dirinya… atau mempertahankan pernikahan yang sejak awal tak pernah memihaknya.

Everyone in Ieplad knows Leopoldo Vece, the Don of the Vece family, loves guns but not women—until me. Ten years into our marriage, my adoptive father, Raffaello Conti, lies dying of kidney failure. Leopoldo launches a global hunt for a donor, sparing no expense to save him. He finds her—a young, fragile woman—and spends millions solving her every problem to ensure she is ready for the transplant. On the day of the surgery, she vanishes. I rush to her home in a panic, only to find my husband holding her gently in his arms, soothing her in a soft voice. "If you're afraid of the pain, don't donate then. I'll find another donor." "Is there time?" she asks quietly. "I heard Lucia's adoptive father is at death's door." Leopoldo brushes his hand over her hair, his voice indulgent. "I'll search the world again if I have to. You're still young; this burden isn't yours to carry." As my heart shatters, my phone rings. I answer numbly. The person on the other end of the line says, "Signora Conti, we regret to inform you that Raffaello Conti just passed away. We waited as long as we could for the donor, but his body gave out five minutes ago." I return to the hospital and handle the funeral arrangements alone. After that, I call Marianna D'Andrea, the Don's mother, and say, "I agree to divorce Leopoldo. Please help me disappear."

Nang tumuntong si Kylie sa edad na bente uno, noon niya lang napagtanto ang kakaibang kakisigan ng kaniyang Ninong Ben. Nung huling kita niya pa rito ay nung bata pa siya at wala lang sa kanya ang mga karga nito. Hindi niya lubos akalain na sa muling pagkikita nila ay kakaibang pagtingin na ang meron siya sa kaniyang Ninong. Paano kung gumising na lamang siya na ang tanging kasagutan lamang sa init na nararamdaman ay ang haplos at palo ng kaniyang Ninong Ben?

‘ถ้าต้องการเงินและอยู่ที่นี่ต่อ ขึ้นเตียงกับฉันคืนหนึ่ง’ 'ขอพระเจ้าส่งคุณไปหลุมที่ลึกที่สุด...อาเมน’ สเตฟานจ้องมองข้อความในกระดาษโน้ตอย่างแทบไม่เชื่อสายตา หึ...เจ้าหล่อนกล้ามาก! “พวกมึงหาผู้หญิงไทยคนนี้มาให้กูให้ได้!” …… สเตฟาน แม็คเคนซี่ หรือฟาน วัย 32 ปี ทายาทเจ้าของธุรกิจเงินทุนและหลักทรัพย์ในลาสเวกัส เขาเป็นเจ้าพ่อเงินกู้ทั้งในและนอกระบบที่ทรงอิทธิพล บุคลิกหล่อเข้ม ดุ เอาจริง กินดุ สำหรับเขา... ผู้หญิงคือที่ระบายเท่านั้น! วีรตา รัตนวัลย์ หรือ น้องไวน์ สาวไทยวัย 22 ปี เรียนจบปริญญาตรีด้านการบัญชีและการเงิน แม่ของเธอแต่งงานกับชายอเมริกันเจ้าของผับหรูในลาสเวกัส พาเธอมาอยู่อเมริกาตั้งแต่อายุ 10 ปี เธอจะทำอย่างไรเมื่อโชคชะตาเล่นตลกให้พบกับเจ้าพ่อผู้ทรงอิทธิพลที่เธอแสนเกลียดขี้หน้าและอาชีพของเขา... แต่ดูเหมือนยิ่งหนีจะยิ่งเจอ...ยิ่งต่อต้านยิ่งพ่ายแพ้ต่อพลังอำนาจลึกเร้นที่ค่อยแทรกซึมเข้ามาครอบงำหัวใจของเธอ

For four years, I worked three jobs to support my husband, Edward Godfrey, while he chased his PhD and battled ALS. And somehow, in all that time, I'd never stepped foot on his campus. Not because I didn't want to. Every time I brought it up, he had some excuse ready. When graduation came, I asked to go to his hooding ceremony. He shut it down fast. "It's just a formality. A bunch of lab nerds. You'd be bored. Once I bring the diploma home, we'll have a candlelight dinner." I didn't argue. Just helped him straighten his doctoral gown. But I couldn't hide how excited I was. So I dressed up. And secretly followed him. Onstage, Edward stood beside his wheelchair, voice thick with emotion. "I want to thank my wife. She stood with me in the lab, even while pregnant, helping me grind out countless precious data points." I froze. My hand pressed against my flat stomach. Cold crept down my spine. For four years, I'd busted myself raw to support his PhD. I went from the girl everyone on campus admired to a fish seller, reeking like seafood every day. Worked so hard I miscarried twice. So who exactly was this "wife" he was thanking?

Drei Tage nach meinem Tod erhielt mein Verlobter einen Anruf, um meine Leiche zu identifizieren. Er spottete nur: „Sie ist tot, na und? Ruft mich an, wenn sie unter der Erde liegt.“ Die Polizei, ohne andere Optionen, kontaktierte meine Notfallnummer – meinen Jugendfreund. Er lachte gleichgültig: „Wirklich tot? Nicht mein Problem. Verbrennt sie doch oder so..“ Dann tauchte meine Leiche im Internet auf – und plötzlich sahen beide aus wie Geister.

In a world of werewolf clans divided by fierce loyalties and blood feuds, an ancient artifact known as The Crown holds the promise of ultimate power. Whispers of the prophecy drive packs into chaos, each vying to place their leader on the throne. As betrayals deepen and alliances shift, the fate of the werewolf world lies in the hands of an unlikely hero—one who must rise above their doubts to reshape the destiny of their kind.