Lee Mi Do

Lake is the new girl in town, she meets the quiet boy. A typical love story. Except she had friends in her mind that she talks to, and he isn’t quite who he says he is.

Sohla Kim has everything you could want in life. Born rich and smart, to a family that has status, money, and power, while dominating the investment world. A pre-set betrothment to her childhood best friend, Jyeon Park. The handsome, equally wealthy, and smart, future heir of OLO, their joint family company. An unbreakable bond between two families, a future that looks bright and rosy. Only the perfect picture is only that, and ten years on, alone, holding her head above water, in a loveless marriage laced with tragedy, her entire world is turned upside down. Everything she thought she had and knew comes crashing down one fateful night. New waters, new faces, and a denial of the past will bring her back full circle to really question everything she was born for. Was it always about money? Was she always a tool to elevate Jyeon to higher levels? Did none of them really love her?

Ang kuwento ay umiikot sa isang simpleng babae na nagtatrabaho bilang warehouse helper sa isang kumpanya. Tahimik ang kanyang buhay hanggang sa biglang magkasakit ang kanyang ina at mangailangan ng agarang operasyon. Dahil kapos sa pera, napilitan siyang maghanap ng dagdag na pagkakakitaan. Labag man sa kalooban niya ay pumasok siya bilang Escort sa isang bar. Dito niya nakilala ang isang lalaki, handa siyang tulungan nito kapalit na kailangan niya rin itong tulungan dahil kailangan ng lalaki na may babaeng ipapakilala sa magulang niya bilang fiancee. Dahil kailangan daw munang maikasal ng lalake bago nito makuha ang mana mula sa magulang niya. Laking gulat ng pamilya ng lalaki nang malaman nila kung sino ang babaeng napiling pakasalan ng kanilang anak. Nadiskubre nilang ang babae ay biological daughter ng kanilang matagal nang karibal sa negosyo. Nalaman nilang pinaampon ang babae noong bata pa siya upang maitago ang kanyang tunay na identity at mailayo sa magulong mundo ng kapangyarihan at yaman. Nakita ng pamilya ng lalaki ang pagkakataon na gamitin ang babae laban sa kanilang karibal sa negosyo. Pinlano nilang ituloy ang kasal bilang bahagi ng kanilang corporate strategy, para mapabagsak ang pamilya ng babae. Habang tumatagal, ang dating kontrata ay nauwi sa tunay na pagmamahalan. Dalawang araw bago ang kasal, nalaman ng babae ang kanyang tunay na identity. Iniisip niya kung itutuloy pa ba ang kasal sa kabila ng kasinungalingan, o talikuran ang lahat upang protektahan ang sarili niya. Nang malaman ng lalaki ang tunay na plano ng kanyang mga magulang, tumutol siya rito. Handa siyang talikuran ang mana at labanan ang sariling pamilya para sa babaeng minahal niya. Sa gitna ng corporate rivalry, family politics, at personal betrayal, kailangang magdesisyon ang dalawa kung ang kanilang pagmamahalan ay sapat upang lampasan ang mga lihim at interes na bumabalot sa kanilang relasyon.

Everyone who lives will die, and nothing they do can stop it. That's the way things are. The circle of life. And a single undeniable truth. The minute we are born we start our journey of that cycle and we will continue down that path until we take our very last breath. However, not all life spans are the same. Some people live to an old age. Others die young. Some die of natural causes, and others die of accidents, murder, or disease. It's the sad truth of being human and death doesn’t discriminate. But what if someone could see their death coming? Would they do everything in their power to stop it from happening, or would they live their lives to the fullest since they knew it was coming to an end? Would they fight tooth and nail to be able to stay earthside for even a minute longer or would they succumb to the inevitable? This is the universal question and the only ones who can answer it are the people who saw their deaths, people like me. My name is Remi Woods. I'm eighteen years old, and for as long as I can remember, I've been able to see how a person will die with a single touch. At first, I wasn't quite sure what was happening and I was terrified that maybe I was going crazy, but after my visions kept coming to fruition no matter what I did, I knew I was different, and not in a good way.

I May Love You... but I Hate You More Rena thought she could move on. Yoké thought he could forget her. But when fate throws them back into each other’s lives, old feelings ignite into something far more dangerous. Jealousy becomes their language. Revenge becomes their game. And every misunderstanding pushes them deeper into a cycle of passion and hate they can’t escape. They say love conquers all… but what if love is the very reason they destroy each other? ★Sequel to Till Worlds Do Us Part

Eu amei Lucian por anos e dei tudo de mim para salvar a vida dele, mas tudo o que eu recebi em troca foi seu olhar de desprezo. Em minha vida passada, eu fui forçada a me tornar sua companheira, mas, no fim, morri sob as garras dos lobos ferozes que ele enviou atrás de mim, e ele ainda quebrou o pescoço do meu irmão Marcus com os próprios dentes. Na noite em que renasci, eu fiz uma escolha diferente. Eu deixei Ayara, minha rival, ter tudo o que queria. Casei-me no lugar dela com Draven, o príncipe brutal que os boatos diziam que "matava suas noivas", e ela pôde fugir com Lucian. Mas, quando a porta da limusine abriu, a pessoa que saiu foi um garoto gentil que eu havia conhecido quando tinha cinco anos. — Olhe bem, querida. Eu sou mesmo tão assustador quando os rumores dizem? — seus olhos âmbar estavam cheios de calor e carinho. Descobri, então, que ele havia encenado doze casamentos falsos, apenas esperando eu crescer. Quando Lucian se ajoelhou e implorou para que eu voltasse, já era tarde demais; eu já era a Luna do Draven.

RACHEL:I was supposed to be a bride. Instead, I became a tragedy in a white dress. When your mother dies the same night your groom disappears, you stop believing in happy endings. Then came him. A man with no warmth, no promises and eyes that watched me like I was a puzzle he didn’t want to solve. He saved me once. Now I live under his roof, cooking meals for a stranger whose silence speaks louder than comfort. Then there is Chris, the charming CEO who drowns me in the kind of affection I always dreamt of. And there is Liam, my ex fiance who came crawling back, begging for another chance. But the heart is a stupid thing. Even when it’s broken, it still learns to give second chances. Even for the wrong man. DAMIAN: She was a disaster I didn’t ask for. One I couldn’t ignore. I don’t do emotions, and I sure as hell don’t do strays. But I let her in, just for a while. Rachel Hart is not my responsibility. But she keeps showing up in places I can’t ignore, my company, my home, my thoughts. Now her presence lingers. Her scent. Her voice. Her past. She doesn’t belong in my world. But I find myself rearranging it anyway. And when someone else tries to claim her, They’ll learn the hard way I don’t let go of what’s mine.

Una semana antes de nuestra Ceremonia de Marcaje, en la fiesta de un amigo de Ethan Stormwind, le dije que quería romper con él. Al escucharme, todos se rieron, pues sabían que durante los últimos seis años, mi objetivo en la vida había sido convertirme en su Luna. ¿Por qué querría romper con él si solo faltaba una semana para la ceremonia? Incluso Ethan pensó que estaba siendo irrazonable, y me cuestionó: —¿Solo porque el día de nuestra ceremonia tengo que llevar a Selene al curandero para que le hagan una revisión, estás haciendo un berrinche y quieres romper conmigo? Después de una breve pausa añadió: —Los dos somos adultos, ¿puedes comportarte de manera más madura? Podrías reprogramar la ceremonia. ¿Por qué insistes en ese día en particular? No tengo tiempo para tus escenas de celos. Asentí en silencio. Sí, algo tenía que cambiar, pero no era la fecha de la ceremonia, sino él. Yo iba a aceptar ser marcada por alguien más.

My billionaire dad chooses a husband for me. People claim that Sebastian Lambert is a fine gentleman who's absolutely in awe of me. He seems easy enough to deal with, so I agree to the marriage. The wedding is held at the biggest hotel my family owns. On the big day, as I push open the doors in my wedding dress, a bucket of foul-smelling blood comes crashing down on me. The scene inside is even more horrifying. What was supposed to be a pure and romantic ceremony is now decorated with giant spiders and cockroaches. Grotesque clown faces grin at me from the walls. At the altar, there's a black coffin. Sebastian's adoptive sister, Ruth Lambert, strolls over with a group of people. She covers her mouth in fake surprise as she remarks, "Oh my, Claudia, you look like a pathetic mutt right now!" Laughter erupts around me. Holding my anger back, I coldly reply, "All of you, get out." She crosses her arms, arrogantly looking down at me as if she's on some pedestal. "Come on, Claudia. Seb personally asked me to surprise you. I put in a lot of effort to decorate your little wedding. You're telling me to get out? I don't even get a 'thank you'? Do you need me to teach you some manners?" She signals to the people next to her, and two of them step forward, trying to force me to my knees. Stunned for a few seconds, I pull out my phone and call Sebastian. "Is this the so-called surprise you had your sister prepare for me? Forcing me to kneel before her?"

“No! Please, Santiago--” I whimpered, as his hand seized my wrist with an iron grip, yanking me forward, dragging me effortlessly toward the chair he had pulled into the center of the room the night before. The symbol of my humiliation. He stopped right in front of the chair, spinning me around, facing him. "You want me to be your monster, mi ángel?" His hand grabbed my throat, tilting my chin up until my eyes locked with his dark gaze. I flinched from the sudden movement. "Cause I’ll be your favorite monster — just say the word, cariño." Santiago’s face hovered only inches from mine. His lips so close, I could taste the sweetness of his breath — once making butterflies take flight in my stomach, now curdling my insides into a cold, suffocating fear. Slowly, his free hand rose toward my face. I held my breath. His touch was deceptively soft and gentle, caressing my cheek. His thumb lingered against my lips, tracing them slowly, his eyes fixed there as he spoke — his voice soft, yet heavy with menace. "Divorce is not an option, mi amor. We took a vow five years ago. Remember?" He finally lifted his gaze to meet mine, catching every flicker of fear before he delivered his last words like a verdict: "Till death do us part."