Last Judgment Michelangelo

After three years of living with my wife’s family, everyone thought they could treat me like a pushover. Me? I’m just waiting for her to hold my hand before I can give her the world.

Led by my ex-boyfriend, the police raid the base of the major crime syndicate. The antagonist takes his own life, and the only person who could prove my identity as a top-secret undercover operative died two weeks ago. My ex-boyfriend drags me into court. He wants my memories extracted so I can face public judgment and sentencing. Nevertheless, I have no intention of explaining myself. "I plead guilty. Grant me a swift death." The masses are outraged, despising me with every fiber of their being. "Ha! You despicable traitor! You monster! You're a rat who exposes undercover journalists, yet you dare ask for a swift death? "This is the world of a novel. The maximum penalty for a guilty plea is euthanasia, but if judgment is passed by the court, you will suffer endless torment until your last breath!" "You don't deserve euthanasia. You belong in hell!" Rotten eggs and stones pelt me mercilessly. Even with my face now covered in blood, I make no effort to avoid the assaults. I only longed for death. My ex-boyfriend glares at me coldly. "You betrayed me. What right do you have to ask for a swift death? Your memories must be extracted and judged in court. Death will come only after your torment!" They are the ones who demand my memories be extracted and judged, yet after seeing them, why are they also the ones who go mad with regret?

To help her lover win the rally championship, my fiancée, Alanna Johnson, deliberately sabotaged my race car. The vehicle lost control on a curve at nearly two hundred miles per hour, and in utter despair, I called her one last time. Her voice, however, brimmed with impatience. “Stop being dramatic. “This championship means nothing to you, but Jack is about to retire. This is his final chance. “Once this race ends, I’ll cut all ties with him and marry you. All right?” But she never realized that this event had drawn unprecedented global attention. After my death, the in-car surveillance footage would be released to the world. And she would face a judgment far worse than death.

My father, a lone werewolf, had come all the way from the Obsidian Pack while battling an illness, to attend my union ceremony with Dean Willows, Alpha of the Moonstone pack and CEO of Willows Industries. It was my father's last wish to see me get married before he died. He was elated that his dreams were finally coming alive. Unknown to him, I had arranged a fake marriage with Alpha Dean. I had knelt outside the Willows mansion for many hours with my father's medical records in hand, begging him profusely before he finally agreed to play along in this wedding charade. But when the full moon rose high in the sky, Dean abandoned me, leaving me to face the pack's judgment alone. My father's heart gave out the moment he saw me standing there, all alone without my so-called mate. While taking his final breath at the hospital, he whispered to me in warning: "Arianna , beware of the Moonstone Pack..." and gave up the ghost. My heart was heavy with grief. I then saw Dean's childhood sweetheart, Vivien Cross, post on social media: "Only the unloved one is the third wheel." That was the last straw. I sent Dean a breakup message, severing our union. He responded by bringing the she-wolf, Vivien to our apartment, flaunting his new alliance.

How do you defend yourself in the eyes of those people around you?If you do not know your true identity? Does there judgment to you will be validated or not. If you're Elle? How can you go outside the box of betrayal and love?

Stacy Smith is a walking disaster. As the clumsy, overworked secretary to the formidable Apollo Savage, she spends her days dodging his icy glares and his frequent threats to fire her. She’s one mistake away from the unemployment line—until the unthinkable happens. In a late-night lapse of judgment, Stacy sends a private, intimate photo intended for her long-distance boyfriend to the wrong contact. She doesn't send it to her lover; she sends it to her cold-blooded, high-society boss. When the photo leaks and the scandal threatens to burn both their reputations to the ground, Apollo does the last thing Stacy expects: he doesn't fire her. Instead, he steps in front of the cameras and claims her as his own. To the world, they are a deeply in love couple. To Apollo’s powerful family, she is the woman he’s breaking his high-profile engagement for. But behind closed doors, it’s a cold-hearted business deal. Apollo needs an out from an arranged marriage, and Stacy needs to reclaim her dignity. The rules are simple: Pretend to be in love. Survive the family dinner. Don't catch feelings.

In a world where judgment is so easily passed, how can love be free and true? Is there a world where two people can freely express their love for one another and show their true color? How can someone so sure about himself become so conflicted about everything because of a stranger he just met?

Aria married Damien Blackwood in her runaway sister's dress to save her family from bankruptcy. Publicly his perfect wife. Privately his hated replacement. Daily cruelty, family judgment, endless humiliation await her. Will his burning hate twist into obsessive love... or break her forever?

The life trial system "If You Think You Can Do Better, Prove It" burst onto the scene like a traveling circus promising wonders. The idea was plain enough: "If you reckon someone's life is a mess, and you think you can do better, go ahead and prove it. There's a reward waiting if you do." Before I knew it, my whole family had me pegged for the fool in the middle of the show. There was my mother, dreaming of turning me into some grand goose; my husband, who'd spent years dodging his rightful share of the family load; and my son, mortified by the very sight of me. They shoved me onto the "judgment seat" like I was the villain of the tale. Every last one of them swore up and down that, given my place, they'd manage my life better than I ever could. The stakes? Well, if they pulled it off, my consciousness would be erased—gone, wiped out like a mistake on a chalkboard—and turned into their personal servant. On top of that, they'd waltz off with a cool million dollars. But if they couldn't? Then I'd be the one raking in three million dollars. Now that's a gamble for the ages, isn't it?

Evangeline, 42, never imagined love would find her again, especially with John Robert, a vibrant 32-year-old man who makes her feel young and alive. But their blossoming romance faces the harsh judgment of society and their own insecurities about their ten-year age gap. Can they overcome the challenges and prove that love isn't bound by age, or will their differences drive them apart?