Lisa Jewell Then She Was Gone

I had gained thirty pounds after I was pregnant for six months. My husband, Jordan Smith felt disgusted by me. He would rather stay at work than come home, and he fell in love with his girl best friend, Holly Brown. On our wedding anniversary, they were acting intimately in a private room. Meanwhile, Holly was wearing my wedding gown. I saw the whole thing with my own eyes. She had her arms around Jordan’s neck and said to me coyly, “It’s not what you think.” Jordan was agitated after he was caught cheating on me. “I’ve known her since we were kids. We have been best friends for so many years. If something were to happen between us, it would have happened a long time ago.” However, I saw the hickey on Holly’s shoulder. She said to Jordan, “Your wife looks obese. My cousin didn’t gain a single pound after she had given birth. Instead, she looked even slimmer. Jordan, did your wife secretly eat pig feed?” Jordan felt embarrassed. He instructed someone to lock me in a bedroom and starve me for a few days. I suffered from a miscarriage. Indeed, I lost the weight on my abdomen, but Jordan went insane.

She wasn’t supposed to exist. And yet… she does. After the death of her adoptive mother—one of the most powerful witches in Sabrah—Aster is cast out of the only family she’s ever known. With nothing but a mysterious trust fund, a secret past, and a promise to become a doctor, she escapes to Santossa City—a glittering metropolis ruled by Lycans and forbidden to vampires. A city where she doesn’t belong. A drunken night shatters her careful plans when she wakes in the bed of Carl Landon—the dangerously magnetic heir to the Lycan Empire. What was meant to be a one-night escape becomes something far more complicated. Carl expected solitude. What he got was her—a stranger whose scent he can't resist, whose presence disrupts his instincts, and whose blood might be tied to a prophecy the Lycans would kill to possess. As their worlds collide, Aster learns the night they shared wasn’t an accident—it was fate. Ancient, powerful, and impossible to deny. But in a world where humans can’t birth supernatural children… Aster shouldn’t even exist. And that makes her the most dangerous secret of all.

Takira need to be a parent in her young age for her sister and brother. There was a tremendous case in their city about kidnapping ang murder, And the victim is only woman about her age. Takira was force to work in a bar because she's desperately wants to have money for her sister's bill in hospital. Unluckily Takira was kidnap and raped. She escaped death and come's back after one week. She thought that she's already free not until she found out that her professor was her rapist. How can she continue her studies if she can see her rapist everyday? How can she survive if they will hunt her again? "How did you escaped death, Takira Mendez?"

After the video exposing my sister Issa Acosta’s plot against me was revealed, my parents and my fiancé, Henry Nolan, stood firmly by my side, making me feel loved and safe. I confidently handed over all the evidence to them, trusting them to handle it. However, they told me that after Issa was kicked out of the house, she died in a sudden car accident, and I believed them. That was until five years into my marriage, when I accidentally saw Issa—the woman who was supposed to be dead. She was holding a little boy, clinging tightly to Henry’s hand. "Henry, if it weren’t for you and my parents, I’m afraid Zoe would’ve thrown me in prison. Thankfully, my parents destroyed the evidence and even opened a jewelry design studio for me. To avoid suspicion, you even sacrificed your own marriage. Thank you for everything in the past five years.” "Think of it as me atoning to Zoe on your behalf. As long as you and Bear are happy, that’s enough for me." So, what I thought was a happy family was nothing more than a giant lie—a scheme concocted by my parents and Henry. My parents, my husband, and Issa were the real family, and I? I was just the fool who had been deceived for five long years. Whether it was family or love, none of it was real, and I don’t want any of it anymore.

I'm just a simple girl who only want is to graduate and help my auntie. 'Yon lang ang tanging pangarap ko sa kabila ng pag-aaruga niya sa 'kin. Kaya nag-aaral ako nang mabuti. But one day, inilipat niya ako sa isang University. University na walang specific name. Weird ang place... Weird ang mga students... Weird din ang mga nangyayari... Hindi ko alam pero parang baon-baon ko na palagi ang takot at kaba. Should I face this kind of circumstances kahit na mapanganib ang kahahantungan ko?

Life could be simple and normal unless, you become an heiress, not just an ordinary heiress but, a mafia princess. Isang malambing at mayuming dilag lamang noon si Princess Merliah Moxary Valentía Fernandez ngunit tila nagbago ang lahat nang dahil sa isang insidente na nagtulak sa kaniyang tanggapin ang isang mabigat na responsibilidad, ang maging isang mafia princess. How can she deal with her new life? Will she change for the better, or will she be their most dangerous nightmare? How can a sweet young lady turn into a deadly woman?

CAROLINE PATRICIA FROWLINE, is the illegitimate daughter of Mr. Frowline. Nang ipinanganak siya ay namatay ang kanyang ina kaya hindi ito naikasal sa kanyang ama. Kahit na ganun ay lumaki siyang mabait, magalang at masipag. May potensyal sa negosyo ang dalaga so she gave her all into it. May pinupusuan siyang binata pero hindi niya ito tinuunan ng pansin dahil alam niyang wala siyang pag-asa—not until both of their fathers arranged their marriage. Tumutol siya nung una, pero pumayag na rin siya. Alang-alang sa ama niya, at dahil mahal niya ang binata. Caroline thought that once she married him, he would bring heaven to her—but it turned out to be the other way around. Sa simula lang pala maayos ang lahat. She lost their first baby because of him. He keeps hurting her every time umuuwi ito galing trabaho. It was endless misery until one day, she saw him lying on the ground outside, unconscious with blood on his chest. She was seen on the crime scene, so the police took her into custody and accused her of murdering her husband. She was sent to jail for 8 years. When she got out, akala niya ay OKAY na ang lahat, but when she went to her father's house, she was kicked out. She was left with nothing. The accusation of her killing her husband changed her life, pero hindi sumuko si Caroline. Nangako siyang babangon siyang muli at binago ang kanyang katauhan bilang ROSITA MANSALANG. Namasukan siya bilang katulong sa binatang si CROSS RAVEN WOODSMAN—isang binata na obsessed sa kanya. Pero malamig pa sa yelo, at walang sinasanto pag-dating sa ibang tao. At parte ang binata ng isang malaking organisasyon sa bansa. Tatanggapin kaya ni Rosita ang pag-ibig ng binata sa kanya? O may matutuklasan ang binata sa kanya?

To the world, I was Mrs. Ward—the untouchable queen beside the mafia king of New York, Elias Ward. But I knew my husband never loved me. His heart had always belonged to Harper Dinah. His nephew’s wife. And after that nephew conveniently died, Elias brought her into our mansion, “I just want to take better care of her,” he’d said. And his version of “care” was where he’d throw a man out of a party for daring to flirt with Harper and got her pregnant. Elias likes to praise me in public like I was the perfect wife to him. And I was. I helped build his empire. I was the one who smiled and played nice. I made his casino shine while he hid Harper away like she was something sacred. Because of all that praising, one of his enemies set his sights on me. They took me. Sent Elias a message soaked in blood and threats: Back off. Leave New York. Or your pretty wife dies. Of course, Elias didn’t choose to back off.. “Just wait,” he said over the phone, “They won’t hurt you, Noa. You’re leverage. Just hold on until Harper gives birth. Then I’ll come for you.” Eight months of being held in a filthy hole, starved, beaten, degraded. The gang leader raped me over and over again. And still, Elias never came. Finally, I escaped when they were all drunk. Went home, only find my twins sleeping in the maid’s room, eating scraps while Elias was too busy hosting a party for his newborn. I didn’t confront him, just packed my babies and disappear.

I was the daughter of a crime boss in Flonio. Initially, I was supposed to reveal my identity during my wedding. But my elder brother told me that someone was targeting me and that I could not expose myself. My fiance also took this chance to take off my wedding gown and help my maid into it. My bodyguard then stole my family token. I trusted them deeply, but when the wedding ceremony started, I saw my maid with one arm around my fiance. Meanwhile, her other hand lingered between my brother’s and bodyguard’s sensitive spots on their bodies. In response to my suspicions, my maid laughed wickedly. Then, she instructed someone to break my limbs. They locked me up in the basement and forced me to watch as they got more and more intimate. In the end, they skinned me alive and broke my bones. Before I breathed my last, they left me to the beasts. When I recalled the misery of my previous life, I broke my maid’s ribs with a few punches. “You can have my fiance, but you don’t deserve my family token!”

To "fix" Leonard Rinehart's oh-so-tragic depression, Naomi Gaffron—yeah, the same girl who once swore she'd only ever marry me—secretly tied the knot with him. So I gave in. Played along with the family's little matchmaking stunt. Married Aurelia Spencer—Brieton City's golden girl who'd been obsessed with me since forever. For seven years, she clung to me like I was oxygen. Every night, curled up like she'd break if I moved. I thought that was happiness. Then one night, I caught her whispering to her best friend: "Leonard's already got international awards. When are you dumping Leone?" "Whatever—I'm stuck with someone I don't love anyway. Doesn't matter who I married. Someone's gotta keep an eye on Leone so he doesn't screw up everything Leonard built." I checked her study. Found a hidden folder—over 100,000 photos of Leonard. A hundred unsent love letters. Even I couldn't fake it anymore. Bought a silicone dummy. Laid out the plan. The fire would be step one. Dead or alive—we're done.