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Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.

"You are my wife only in paper. You will never be my mate." Ace said to her as tears rolled down her face. Ofcourse she knew he was forced to marry her, just like she was. But she hoped someday he will warm up to her. Why did he hate her so much when she was also forced into this marriage? Everyone is blaming her for not siring an heir yet for the southern pack, but what no one knows is that he has never laid a finger on her. They sleep in separate rooms. So why can't he just stand up to his father and ask her for a divorce so that he can be with the woman he truly loves?

Malia Ray Smith, the heiress to the country's largest chocolate manufacturer, thought she had it all wealth, power, and the love of her father. But her husband Maynard Salvador cheats on her leaving Malia feeling worthless and insecure Just when Malia thought things couldn't get any worse, Larson Reynold enters her life and sweeps her off her feet and Malia believes she has found her true love. But as she falls deeper, she uncovers a web of lies and deception, and realizes she's been nothing but a pawn in Larson's dangerous game. Malia must navigate a world of betrayal, corruption, and evil plotting, all while finding the strength to stand up for herself and fight for the love and happiness she truly deserves.

I transmigrated into a trashy, tragic romance as the vicious side character. By the time I arrived, the story had already reached its ending. I had caused the female lead to lose her SAT opportunity, and my two older brothers forced me to my knees. My eldest brother, Lucas Sherman, beat me mercilessly with a stick. He hissed, "Slap yourself 1000 times before you can get up." My older brother, Charlie Sherman, threw a bottle of pesticide at me. He spat, "Someone as vicious as you should just die." I let out a cold laugh and picked up the pesticide bottle, downing it in one gulp. Lucas and Charlie turned pale with shock. "Are you insane? You actually drank it!"

The day I found out I was a match for my dad—stage four leukemia—I bailed. Mom tore the world apart looking for me, but yeah, she had to watch him go. After that, she drowned herself in research, built a name, even adopted this perfect little angel. We crossed paths again at some fancy leukemia conference she was hosting. I was on the demo table. She took one look and scoffed. "Charlotte Stein, not the time for your crap. Get up and go." The host blinked, stunned. "Dr. Cooper... you know this cadaver?" She actually laughed. "What, she paid you for this stunt?" The host turned ghost-white. "M-Miss Stein passed three days ago..."

Danica wakes up beside a strange man in the morning. The next day, she finds herself becoming the surrogate to a mysterious man, in the bid to save her twin sister Daniella from a ruthless mafia boss. But what she doesn't understand is, why did he change the rules? He wants her body once every month till she conceives yet; she can't see him face to face... Sneak peak; The moment he took a step, Danica recalled his promise and yelled, "Wait!" He halted but didn't turn his head in her direction. "Hmmm," he hummed. Danica couldn't continue to live in anticipation of a faceless man coming to her room 4 times a week. She gathered her last courage and said, "you promised to let me see your face." Loney stiffened for a few seconds. He was a man of his words therefore, he had to face the unexpected. No matter what, it was bound to happen.

Natalie Yoon, an eccentric doctor who specializes in infectious diseases has made remarkable triumphs in the development of novel vaccines, including the renowned vaccine for the human coronavirus that has stricken the world in 2020. She has married an attractive yet mysterious man and heir to Nova Pharmaceuticals which reproduced the vaccine that made it regain its fame. Five years later, on the day of an auction event, Natalie met a North Korean defector who has been in constant search of someone who could help save his family and his once-beloved country because of a secret not even revealed to the world yet can cause mass destruction if too late. The secrets revolving around Nova Pharmaceuticals and Dr. Yoon's marriage to its heir are soon to resurface until an unexpected day happened that led to Natalie getting kidnapped. Events spiraled until she learned the long-concealed secret of her husband. This made Natalie choose between humanity and her husband; it's only a matter of time before the only thing left to choose, is the last vestige of hope.

Javier Anderson has everything he could wish for; a home, the looks, jet-set lifestyle, lovely parents, girls falling at his feet and a wonderful haircut. Despite everything he has, something's missing. Last year of high school brings a lot of changes to his "stable" lifestyle. But these changes could be everything he's looking for.

The Last Call of Order is a teen fiction novel. The story took place at Urbama or as others call it- the city of crimes, where numerous crimes happen within the day but invisible to the public. A young boy, Xyler Darkenlor who mysteriously killed his mother was abducted. For an unknown reason, he was chosen to enter an institute where he was trained at a young age to be an Arial, the highest position in the killing chamber. To be accepted, he was let to pick a code name Niko which then he uses to forget his name. Niko receives order from his superiors in the chamber. They are being paid high for every completion of one mission. In one mission, he met Reca a highschool student who was shifting as a counter lady in one restaurant. He was intimiced by her beauty and ended up having relationship with her hiding his real identity. In a short period of time, Niko learned that Reca was actually the daughter of an ambassador that is currently involved in the order given by his superior, Kana. He was ordered the next day to kill her.

My brother Raymond hated me for seven years. After a bitter fight on a freezing winter night, I stormed out and drove away. I never expected a blizzard to fall so suddenly. It blinded my vision. I was attacked by a rogue, injected with a poison that could erase memories and sever blood bonds. My memories became fragmented. When I woke up in the pack’s infirmary, Raymond stood there with a cold expression and casually pointed at a gravely ill male werewolf lying in bed. “He’s your brother. Stop bothering me.” I was stunned. The male werewolf pushed himself up and took my freezing hand, his eyes gentle.
“Come on. I’ll take you home.” After that, I no longer saw Raymond as my brother—just as he wished. So why was he suddenly begging for my acknowledgement after casting me aside so eagerly?