Novel & Cerita Lirik Left And Right Seventeen

Marcus's sixth patent had just gone through, and he said he was going to give me the grand proposal, the one that would close out four years of dating. The campus quad was covered in candles and roses. Marcus stood in the middle of it holding a bouquet, his eyes shining. He was halfway through his speech when his graduate student Claire threw herself into his arms. The plain silver band on her finger, identical to his, caught the candlelight. The crowd went still, then started murmuring. Every face turned toward them with the kind of look people get when they think they've stumbled onto a secret. And I was standing in the middle of that crowd. His girlfriend of four years, the one he had kept hidden the entire time, watching them hold each other. Watching him swallow the rest of his speech. Watching him hand my flowers to her. My phone buzzed in my hand. A message from S. "Sweetheart. Have you thought about it? We know we were wrong."

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. But for her, it's been simmering for years. He destroyed her self worth, leaving her a shell of her former self. Now, she's back, disguised in a quiet strength he'll never see coming. Prepare for a game of cat and mouse where the prey just might be the predator. The rules have changed, and this time, she's writing them.

The casino my husband and I ran was about to go through a chaotic police raid. Anyone who got caught would likely end up arrested. We had the time to leave. But we couldn’t all leave. One of us had to stay behind, or the cops would keep chasing us. Elias, my charming husband, didn’t even hesitate. He grabbed Mireille and left me to handle the cops, tossing over his shoulder, “I’ll send a lawyer to you.” Lucky for me, I managed to walk away without any consequences. And then, I saw, Elias, the man who was supposed to have my back, not only did escape without me, he also whisked Mireille away to some fancy resort, like they were on vacation. He looked so carefree, so unbothered. Not a hint of concern for the wife he’d just abandoned. “Think Seraphina’s gonna be mad that we left without her?” Mireille asked, all innocence. Elias laughed, that cold, detached laugh that sent a shiver down my spine. “Please. As if she’d ever get mad at me. She can handle herself.” He didn’t care. But you know what? Neither do I. Not anymore.

Everyone in the upper circles knew I was the Xander family’s delicate little porcelain doll, someone who could not tolerate even the slightest grievance. I always had to sit in the seat of honor at gatherings. My drinks had to be served ice-cold. If anything annoyed me even a little, I would have my childhood friends clear the room. That was, until the fallen heiress returned. She did not rely on men. She had built her own business from scratch and was ruthless in the boardroom, radiating a wild, untamed beauty. Slowly, my dear brothers began to find me insufferable and too high-maintenance. When they pulled their investments from my gallery to back her projects instead, only my fiancé stayed by my side, comforting me. “Forget them. They’re all opportunists. I’ll always keep you safe in the palm of my hand!” That was until one day, I saw that same proud fiancé bent low like a servant, humbly wiping wine stains off the heiress's shoes in a corner of a club. His eyes were filled with a devotion I had never seen before. “All I need is one look from you, and I’ll drop the whole wedding.” I took off my engagement ring and tossed it into the drain. Then, I went home and told my grandfather, “Grandpa, I’m going to Africa for that development aid project. “I’ll agree to the arranged marriage. Just don’t make me see them again."

My fiancé of eight years moved in with the junior he was mentoring. She was young, pretty, knew how to play helpless, and knew exactly what she was doing. He'd down every toast meant for her—the same nights he let me get talked into drinking until I nearly died. He sat with her through her depression, fetched her water, fed her by hand. And me? I was alone in a hospital bed, burning with a 104-degree fever. He set her up on a pedestal and never noticed I'd been ground into the dirt. The day they discharged me, I didn't scream. I didn't fall apart. I went home, quietly packed a suitcase, and burned every memory that had his name on it. Later I heard the famous CEO of Washington Group showed up at his fiancée's door with millions of dollars in gifts. He found an empty apartment. And he lost his mind.

Kilala sa high society ng Pilipinas ang five year relationship nina Nevaeh Solene Dizon at Jeston Stefan Ferrer. Sigurado ang lahat na kasal na ang susunod na mangyayari. Pero sa araw mismo na pipirma na sana sila ng marriage certificate, hindi dumating si Jeston dahil sa adopted sister nito. Doon na napuno si Nevaeh. Nakipaghiwalay siya at piniling talikuran ang lalaking akala niya’y makakasama niya habang-buhay. Ngunit dahil sa isang mapang-asar na phone call, bigla siyang gumawa ng impulsive decision, ang magpakasal sa ibang lalaki. Kay Sven Antonius Ferrer. Si Sven ang kinatatakutang “Prince” ng Philippine Entertainment Industry at ang utak sa likod ng isang malaking financial empire sa ibang bansa. Powerful, Cold, and no one could easily approach him. Pero may isang mas malaking problema… si Sven ang nakatatandang kapatid ng ex-boyfriend ni Nevaeh kaya laking gulat ng lahat nang bigla silang maging mag-asawa. Mas lalo pang nagulat ang mga tao nang makita kung paano tratuhin ni Sven si Nevaeh. Sobra ang pag-aalaga ni Sven kay Nevaeh: pinoprotektahan, inaalagaan, at tinatrato na parang reyna. At nang muli si Nevaeh maliitin ng ex-boyfriend, hindi nagdalawang-isip si Sven na ipagtanggol siya, kahit kapatid pa nito ang kaaway. Doon lang nalaman ni Nevaeh ang totoo: sampung taon na palang may lihim na pagtingin si Sven sa kanya. Ang kasal nila ay hindi aksidente… bahagi ito ng planong matagal na niyang hinihintay. Ngayon na alam na niya ang lahat, tatakbo ba si Nevaeh… o pipiliin niyang mahalin ang lalaking sampung taon na naghintay para sa kanya?

I stumbled across an encrypted folder on my husband's phone, filled with photos of a little girl I'd never seen before. From newborn to first steps, sorted by month—two full years' worth. But the child in those photos wasn't our daughter. When I confronted him, he said she was a girl named Rosie from the children's home I sponsored. The director sent growth updates, and he'd been saving them for me. I never imagined that my warm, thoughtful husband would use my charity to spin a lie. Because every single photo was geotagged to the apartment complex next to his office. And the children's home was on the other side of the city. I didn't call him out right then. Because I wanted to know whose child she really was.

I was the pack's chief healer, but my fiancé Domine was just an ordinary warrior from the neighboring pack. I didn't care about that because I believed in the guidance of the moon goddess. I worked hard to earn money, bought a house, and supported us both. But just a week before our Mating Ceremony, I discovered that Domine wasn't some ordinary warrior, but actually the Alpha of neighboring pack. He hid his identity to get close to me just to seek revenge for his first love. Three years ago, his first love secretly entered the forbidden zone and ate poisonous fruit. I fought with all my might to save her life, but she framed me for intentionally poisoning her and causing her to lose her wolf. Domine believed her. He even promised to publicly extract my heart’s blood during the ceremony to supplement Ella's strength and turn me into a complete cripple. He even stole my father’s life-saving medicine to make scented candles for her, which caused the death of my only relative. After discovering the truth, I didn't hesitate to turn around and leave. But Domine, who harbored a deep hatred for me, completely broke down. He knelt in the snow for three days and three nights, begging me to look at him just one more time.

I came home from a night shift and caught my husband in bed with his secretary. After the screaming and the chaos, I ran out like a woman losing her mind. Derek chased after me. We ended up at the river, fighting. Somehow we both fell in. He nearly drowned trying to save me—the doctors said the oxygen deprivation had caused severe brain damage. When he woke up, he could barely function. No memory. No independence. He followed me around like a lost child. "Wifey, don't leave me. I'm scared." Looking at that helpless, broken man, I gritted my teeth and held this family together. The secretary vanished without a trace. Six years passed. Derek slowly seemed to recover. He was gentle with me, attentive, loving. I even got pregnant with our second child. Then came the family dinner. Derek knocked back two glasses of whiskey and suddenly slammed his hand on the table, his face twisted with frustration. "My oldest boy is already in first grade, and I haven't made it to a single parent-teacher conference!" I thought his brain was glitching again. MY sister-in-law Vanessa rushed to cover his mouth, but he shoved her away and let out a cold laugh. "You really thought the water scrambled my brains?" "Chloe gave me a son. I haven't forgotten about him for a single day!"

Sa loob ng tatlong taon ng kanilang pagsasama, hindi kailanman inakala ni Stacey na ang lalaking minahal niya ay hihiling ng hiwalayan. Wala siyang nagawa kundi tanggapin ito, dahil alam niyang kailanman ay hindi siya naging laman ng puso ni Franco. Ngunit sa araw ng kanilang paghihiwalay, natuklasan ng lalaki ang lihim na matagal niyang itinago—ang sanggol na dinadala niya sa kanyang sinapupunan. Subalit huli na ang lahat. Pagkalipas ng apat na taon, muling pinagtagpo ng tadhana ang kanilang mga landas. Ngunit ang dating babaeng iniwan niya ay isa nang kilalang eksperto sa sinaunang perlas, hinahangaan at kinikilala sa buong mundo. At ang dating malamig at makapangyarihang si Franco? Nakaluhod ito sa kanyang harapan, handang isantabi ang lahat para lamang makahingi ng isa pang pagkakataon. Ngunit paano mo muling mamahalin ang taong unang sumira sa iyong puso?