Liquid Freya

The Clan Healer told me that without the vial of Progenitor's Blood, the Blood Blight afflicting me meant I had only seventy-two hours to live. But my husband, Miles, the new Duke of our world, gave the only vial of the precious cure to my adopted sister, Vivienne, the woman I had turned three years ago. "She's in agony from the rejection, Isolde. It's a pain you can't possibly understand." His tone was self-righteous, devoid of any concern for the patch of skin on my collarbone already turning to stone. I nodded, watching as the life-saving, dark red liquid slid down another woman's throat. I accomplished a great deal in the time I had left. As I signed the documents, the lawyer's hand trembled. "Are you certain you want to transfer everything, Your Grace? The territorial rights of a thousand-year-old clan..." I didn't hesitate. "Yes. To Vivienne." My adopted daughter, Lily, the girl I had risked everything to save, who was now forever frozen at the age of eight, cowered in Vivienne's arms, pointing at me and screaming, "Aunt Vivienne is my real mommy! You're the witch who turned us into monsters!" I offered no defense. "Yes, that's right. Be a good girl and listen to your new mother now." The Progenitor's Ring, the symbol of the clan's supreme authority, now rested on Vivienne's hand. "Oh, sister, you're too kind," she sobbed, her sobs a practiced performance. "I'll be sure to protect the family in your stead." I nodded. "You'll run things better than I ever did." I even signed away my control over the Elder Council, a council sustained by my own blood. For the first time in a century, a shadow of complex emotion crossed Miles's face. He stared at me,"Isolde, stop fighting. It's better this way. You need to rest." Yes. On my deathbed, I had finally become the perfect, submissive Isolde they always wanted. An Isolde who was about to turn to dust. The seventy-two-hour countdown had begun. I wondered, when I finally turned to ash,

When our two packs were at war, I secretly injected myself with the deadly Silverthorn Toxin to save my Alpha mate. But when he woke, Fenris hailed another she-wolf, Vanessa, as his savior, and condemned me as his enemy. "Freya, you are here to repay a blood debt. Your Silver Crest pack owes me the lives of my entire pack." He obliterated the last remnants of my family in this city. He imprisoned me on his private territory, tormenting me daily, his Alpha presence a constant, crushing weight. He dressed Vanessa in the Luna's gown and announced that she was carrying his child. And to everyone else, I was nothing more than a canary in his gilded cage. The tearing agony of our rejected mate bond was more lethal than any torture. He gripped my jaw, forcing me to watch as the landmarks my family had built were torn down, one by one. "Did you really think one mating ceremony could wash away the ocean of blood between us?" he sneered, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "You slaughtered my people. Do you think sending just one of you could ever atone for that sin?" Every time I tried to end my own life, he would dig up the bones of one of my kin from their graves and grind them to dust right in front of me. "I told you, you don't get to die without my permission." I stopped struggling. Let him hate me. After all, I only had three days left until the Silverthorn Toxin in my veins ran its course.

Terkadang takdir yang kita jalani tidak selalu seperti apa yang kita harapkan. Takdir yang kita jalani pun— terkadang mempermainkan kita Takdir itu pula yang membawaku di titik saat ini Entah harus senang atau sedih, Aku bingung Aku mencintainya! Tidak— Aku sangat sangat mencintainya Ya! Apa Kau dengar itu Tuhan? Aku mencintainya! Namun, Sang Kuasa bertindak dengan seenaknya Apa ini yang Dia inginkan? Membuat semua berjalan tidak sesuai dengan alurnya Memporak-porandakan semua impian yang sudah dirancang bersama Apa ini jalan yang telah dipilih untuk hidupku? Apa Aku sanggup? Tanpanya— Aku Freya Amelia, terpikat oleh lelaki yang hebat, Kei Sagara. Aku tidak pernah menyangka takdir akan mempertemukanku dengannya. Seseorang yang aku idam-idamkan. Namun, baru kusadari. Benar kata orang, setiap manusia tidak ada yang sempurna. Kalian pikir seorang Kei Sagara sempurna? Ya kupikir begitu awalnya. Bersamanya selama 4 tahun ini membuatku seperti terjebak dalam lingkaran hidupnya. Dia memberiku kebahagiaan, namun kebahagiaan itu harus kubayar dengan kebebasanku. Seolah-olah dia menggenggam erat sayap-sayapku untuk terbang, mengikatku dalam istana yang ia ciptakan untukku. Rasa ingin keluar selalu terbesit namun aku tak mampu berlari menjauh dari tempatnya. Bertaruh dengan resiko aku kehilangan dirinya? Aku tidak bisa. Ya, sebesar itulah efek seorang Kei Sagara dalam hidupku. Lalu apakah aku akan terus bertahan? Entahlah.

By a twist of fate, my husband, Morgan Lancaster, and I perish together in a sea of flames. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the very day we received our marriage certificate. In my previous life, we appeared to be a loving couple in the eyes of others, yet Morgan refused to share a bedroom with me the entire time we were married. It was only moments before our deaths that I discovered I was merely a substitute for his first love and that he had chosen to remain chaste for her for life. After getting another chance at life, neither of us mentions the past. Instead, by mutual understanding, we file for divorce that same day. From that point on, we go our separate ways. Eight years later, Morgan shows up arm in arm with his childhood sweetheart, Freya Springer, at a business summit. He is now a prominent and celebrated rising star in the business world. Seeing me dressed in a plain outfit, he approaches with a glass of champagne. His tone drips with mockery as he asks, "Ms. Smith, even if you still have feelings for me, there's no need to dress like a waitress just to get close to me. You aren't hoping for a reconciliation, are you?" I say nothing and simply smile as I wave at someone in the distance. My son, Theo Coltrane, toddles over and tugs at the hem of my shirt. "Mommy, Daddy says that he's tired from waiting so long. When are you coming home with us?" The smile on Morgan's face freezes instantly, and he nearly loses his grip on the glass in his hand.

Hindi ko kailanman inakala na ang isang pagkakamali ay magdadala sa akin sa mundo ng mafia—isang mundong puno ng kapangyarihan, kasalanan, at lihim. Ako si Freya Alcantara, ang anak ng isang makapangyarihang pamilya na matagal ko nang tinakasan. Rebelde ako, matapang, at handang lumaban para sa sarili kong kalayaan. Pero lahat ng iyon ay nagbago nang makilala ko si Torren Villanueva—ang lalaking kinatatakutan ng buong underworld. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. Ganito siya kilala ng lahat. Pero sa akin… iba ang tingin niya. Mula sa unang sandaling nagtagpo ang aming mga mata, may kakaibang tensyon na hindi ko maipaliwanag. Para bang may lihim siyang desisyon na ginawa tungkol sa akin—at wala akong say sa bagay na iyon. Torren is a man who always gets what he wants. At sa isang iglap, ako ang naging bagong obsession ng mafia king. Pinilit niya akong manatili sa mundo niya—isang mundong puno ng panganib, kapangyarihan, at mga lihim na hindi dapat malaman ng kahit sino. Kahit galit ako sa kanya, kahit pilit kong nilalabanan ang kontrol niya… hindi ko maitatanggi ang kakaibang hatak na nararamdaman ko sa bawat titig at bawat salita niya. Pero habang lumalalim ang pagkahumaling niya sa akin, mas lumalapit din ang mga kaaway na handang sirain ang lahat. Sa mundong pinamumunuan ni Torren, walang ligtas. Walang kalayaan. At ang pinaka-nakakatakot na katotohanan? Hindi ko na alam kung gusto ko pa bang makawala sa kanya… o kung unti-unti na rin akong nahuhulog sa lalaking maaaring sisira sa akin.

A night of blunders leads to a wedding that will bind their names forever. Hindi inakala ni Isaac Hendrick Castillo na ang matinding pagnanasa niya sa itinuturing na Prinsesa ng mga Contreras ay mabigyan niya nang katuparan sa mismong gabi ng debut party ni Freya Beatrice Contreras. Ang lahat nang ikinilos niya sa gabing iyon ay kanyang isisinisi sa ispiritu ng alak. Pero noong inakala niyang magtatagumpay siya sa kahibangan niya nang gabing 'yon ay doon naman sila nahuli ng mga magulang ng dalaga. They were very angry with him and the only thing that calmed their anger was when he said he would marry Bea. They agreed with him and as soon as everything's settled they got married. Sa unang buwan ng kanilang pagsasama ay naging maayos naman ang lahat sa pagitan nila ni Bea. She was his beautiful and submissive wife and he didn't regret his decision that he married her. Pero noong inakala niya na perpekto na ang lahat sa buhay may asawa niya ay nagkakamali siya. He almost got everything; Business, money, power, and a beautiful wife. Dahil isang hapon ay umuwi na lamang siya sa kanilang bahay na wala na ang kaniyang asawa. She left him without saying a single word. Hinanap niya ito kung saan-saan pero hindi niya ito nakita. Tinanggap niya ang lahat ng sakit nang pang-iiwan nito sa kanya. Pero isang araw ay nasorpresa siya sa pagbalik nito. She changed a lot, she is now cold, sophisticated, a grown-up woman, elegant, beautiful... and has a new lover! And what hurts the most is that he knows that her lover is none other than his cousin, Brent Timothy Castillo! She asked for his signature for their annulment paper, but he would never agree to annul their marriage. She will bear his name forever!

I'm ten years older than Vincenzo Corleone. He had just turned 23 years old when he took over the Corleone family as the patriarch. A hint of teenage childishness could still be seen etched onto his youthful features. I was the one who held his hand and helped him calm the turbulence of his family affairs. I blocked three assassination attempts that were made on him. I used five years of my life to help him grow from a useless scion into the fearsome don who wielded the utmost authority in Nowork's underworld. Once, Vincenzo had embraced me in the church. He rested his forehead against my palm as he swore, "Age, identity, or the world's viewpoint of us will never stop us from being together, Freya. I will protect you with my life." But after that, he told his older brother, Marco Corleone, "Freya is too old. She's already 38 years old; I can practically smell the rot of age rolling off her. Even the crinkles in her smile disgust me to no end." Some time later, Vincenzo found himself a mistress who bore some resemblance to me. She was young and vibrant—like a white rose who had never experienced the ugly side of society. While Vincenzo gave me the title of the Donna of the Corleone family, he reserved his gentle, doting, and even passionate side for the mistress named Lina Marino. Vincenzo thinks he can pull everything off flawlessly. What he forgets is that the reason why I can establish my reputation in the underworld isn't because of his protection. I've been relying on my ruthlessness and my sharp sixth sense this whole time. When I slam the signed divorce agreement onto the spot before Vincenzo, I say with a smile, "You've fought by my side for so many years, so you should know very well that I can afford to go for high-stakes risks and withdraw my chips whenever needed. "But once I lose, someone here has to pay the price!"