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I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out to get her, how does she face her fear?

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her baby growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day. Mia, though? She stayed cold, distant. Her warmth only surfaced in the bedroom—and even then, it was a flicker, never a flame. Just soft sighs and breathy murmurs, like she was playing a role she couldn't wait to finish. Afterward, she would quietly check the condom, as if she couldn't trust me. Then came New Year's Eve. A snap. A tear. A broken condom. Her fury struck like a thunderclap. She locked me out on the balcony, left me standing in the freezing rain, soaked to the bone as the wind howled like a wounded beast. Teeth chattering, I shivered as I watched the door like a dog, waiting to be let in. Then I saw him. Our boy, Ethan Bailey. Six years old. My son, at least in name. He came running with an umbrella in his hand. For a second, my heart leapt. 'Maybe, just maybe…' But he didn't even look at me. Just walked past in silence and handed the umbrella to the nanny heading out. Right then and there, something inside me cracked. I knew it was time to go.

Margaret vowed to be with her husband until death parted them. However, her aspirations to win his affection crumbled when he impassively dropped a bomb one summer afternoon. He wanted a divorce. This convinced her that their marriage was futureless. She was ready to move on. With her brother's mischievous behavior and determination to put her ex-husband in place, he announced that she was single and ready to mingle. The reason for divorce? "Ex-husband was a narcissist and couldn't keep his thing in his pants."

After I am diagnosed with stomach cancer, I ask for some money to buy medicine. I don't want to be in excruciating pain when I die. My three elder brothers rush into the ICU. Andy Lewis—my eldest brother—slaps me hard across my face. He scolds me for ruining his beloved younger sister, Summer Lewis' coming-of-age party. My second brother, Sherman Lewis, calls me a liar. He accuses me of pretending to be sick to swindle money from them. Jimmy Lewis, who is my third brother, calls me useless. He tells me that I deserve to die. My parents, Kenneth Lewis and Autumn Farrow, don't believe that I'm sick. They pin me with looks of contempt and ridicule. "You still haven't stopped that lying habit of yours even though you're all grown up. You even learned how to blackmail us with your death. "If you want to die, do it sooner. It'll spare us from being disgusted when we're forced to look at you day in and day out." I end up dying on the first day of the New Year. Before I breathe my last breath, I send a message to the family group chat. My entire family goes crazy after reading it.

Rain didn't expect that after so many year, she will be back and find herself in Villa Floris—the place she hated the most—since her grandmother Doña Aitana passed away. In that place, Rain will meet the gardener named Ali— the one who always makes her head ache. Aside from that, from Rain always in danger. She didn't know why, but Ali is always in her side to protect her. What is Ali's real motives to get close to her and what is his real role in her life? Will Rain believe in Ali if he told her the real reason and his real identity to her? What will she gonna do if she finds out about the La Arma? Will she accept the fact that she is the only one who will inherit that kind of business her late grandmother has? Will she able to accept all those things even her life is in danger?

Izabella and her closest friend traveled to Greece for a summer job on the runway. Still, on the final day of the picture shoot, she was kidnapped by the lone heir to the advertising firm. She was involved in a car accident in her haste to get away while under the influence of drugs. It was terrible that the other vehicle's driver—the fiancée of the enigmatic global business mogul Aleksander Georgiou—passed away. He took her to jail to sue her when she awoke in the hospital. She can only be freed if she consents to marry him in name only in exchange for his betrothed, who perished in the collision. She had no choice when he blackmailed her into marrying him, using her secret that he discovered during the collision.

Love isn't everything to Zoe. Love only shackles human beings' freedom from one another. She just wanted to have fun with the guys she'd been dating for a long time. She does not want to be bound. Because love only serves to remind her of major events that have ruined her life. Then, one day, in the name of fate, Zoe is confronted with a reckless young man who openly pursues her and doesn't know how to stop. She met him while spending the rest of her summer vacation in Scotland. When Zoe realizes she's falling in love with him, the universe reveals the truth: he's the link between her and the past she despises. What is Zoe going to do? Hold on to her ideals and flee once more, or stand tall and face everything that remains unresolved? Find me on Instagram @Dianro55

Yannie Ace Ruiz came from a simple and humble family. She is the second among five siblings. Having a romantic relationship was outside her vocabulary because she was busy excelling in her studies, taking care of her siblings, and assisting her parents. Aside from these responsibilities, she was also occupied as a fangirl of the 4SBLUE band. She deeply loved the group and felt overjoyed whenever she watched their performances. So, she was content and didn't mind not having a boyfriend, unlike her friends. But everything changed when she met Josh Rain Montez. She got to know him through an online slash virtual friend who was also a fan of 4SBLUE and other K-pop groups. Since she entrusted her heart to him, her life took a different turn. What used to be simple and peaceful now had a unique mix of chaos and joy, far from what she expected. The guy was wealthy, an only child, famous, handsome, talented, sweet, and possessive when it came to her! She felt like her hair had grown much longer because he was head over heels for her. He was ready to fight for their love even if spears or any storm obstructed them. What used to be only found in books or seen in television dramas was happening to her now. Will their love triumph in the end?

Addy Walker once believed love was supposed to be loud—felt in bedtime stories, laughter in the kitchen, and the warmth of arms that made the world feel safe. That’s how it was before her mother died. Before her father changed. Grief hollowed him out. The man who once teased and protected became a shell—quiet, cold, unreachable. Then came the bottles. The slammed doors. The bruises. Addy, now eighteen, has learned to survive in silence—walking lightly, speaking carefully, hiding her pain beneath long sleeves and polite smiles. She works long hours to keep food on the table while her father sinks deeper into debt and addiction. One night, she comes home to a dark, freezing house—again. The electricity is off. Again. And she knows why. She confronts him, her voice sharper than it’s ever been. He denies it at first, but the truth is already spread across the kitchen counter in final notice bills and losing betting slips. He’d gambled away the electric bill money on a horse. The argument erupts. He screams, she stands her ground. When he slaps her, she doesn’t flinch. Something inside her shifts. She’s done waiting for the man he used to be. Addy packs a bag. She’s leaving—for real this time. No plan. No destination. Just freedom. But as she storms out into the rain, a long, black car pulls up to the curb. A man steps out—tall, broad-shouldered, older. His face is hard, almost frightening in the shadows, but he’s striking. Dangerous. And calm.

On our wedding day, Ethan got a call and bolted from the ceremony. Grandma was so furious she started coughing up blood, and everyone just watched. Not one person stepped in to help. I raced her to the hospital, but it was too late. She was gone before they even got her inside. Then, as I sat alone in the morgue, my phone lit up. It was Ethan. "Grace, get to the hospital. Bella's hurt and needs your blood!" "Ethan Carter, it's over between us." I ended the call, leaving the last pieces of my heart—and him—behind. Months later, he was on his knees in the pouring rain, begging for forgiveness, saying he'd do anything, give anything, if I'd only look back.