Love Is Never Silent

"What is the meaning of this, Logan!" "You don't have the right to know my reasons, Aarhea, but as you can see, I just playing on you!" His fiance and her best friend betrayed Aarhea and got into an accident. She thought she had died, but she woke up two years when they hadn't shown their true identities. Life gave her another chance to correct her mistakes, and she'll use it to get revenge on those who betrayed and hurt her. In her revenge, she didn't expect she find her true love in an unexpected and least possible guy she hurt in her past life. What will happen to Aarhea? Will she succeed in her revenge, or will it be the same destiny?

Seven years ago, Allyson, a designer of clothing line, was accused of plagiarizing designs after winning a contest. As a result, her husband Travis decided to send her away from the Philippines in order to avoid causing more troubles to his company. That night, Allyson intended to inform her husband of her pregnancy, but due to Travis' decision, she lost the will to do so, especially given her perception of Travis' lack of want to raise a baby. She followed her husband's command because he was the only person who supported her after her parents death. After a few years, she was given the opportunity to return to the Philippines in order to ascertain the truth about a crime that involved one of the most significant individuals in her life. When she came home, she believed that few things had changed including her relationship with her husband.

Lena thought love wasn't real. Her predestined mate was terrible. With filthy, punishing hands, what began as a dream gradually became a nightmare. Believing in real love had become a fantasy, something only found in the literature books her mother left her. Then she met the alpha of the rival werewolf pack. Fleeing, afraid, and numb to everything, with a false image painted of him, she could never have imagined that someone so ruthless and powerful could patch her up. Viktor, the alpha leader of the Frostbite clan, was handsome, powerful, elegant, and emotionless. What is she supposed to do when a werewolf like him, a sworn enemy, swears to protect her? Because the past always comes back and never goes away. Someone's hunting her. Someone's determined to make her life a living hell. And he's just as determined to hurt everyone who gets close to her.

Nathalia a twenty four year old werewolf was not the typical werewolf everyone knew of. Being born deaf was already a hindrance but having to be kidnapped bu rogues who attacked her pack the very young age of six was more trouble for her as she had to try her possible best to survive. Enduring the torture and pain from the rogues which normally could have killed her if she was a human. As she stays where she had been kidnapped and made a slave another fight breaks where she was by another band of rogues which allowed her to be able to escape from the slavery and pain she had found herself in for a very long time. The only fear that hit her was if she could run out of there in time and if she was going to be able to survive in another world where she wasn't used to. What even makes her bother even more is when her wolf comes into contact with the scariest and unwanted Alpha everyone feared. He was her mate and she was in-between the verge of rejecting him and scouging the world in her own but then again did she want to keep spiralling the world with no control and direction to her life?

I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.

The year Felix Gibson and I were most in love, we got married. After the wedding, I quit my job and devoted all my attention to him. But he thought I was too clingy and started seeing one woman after another on the side. I did not care because I knew they were just flings. That was, until he kept standing up for one of them repeatedly. When I confronted him, he casually said, "Lexie, she reminds me so much of how you used to be." I filed for divorce and moved abroad to focus on my career. Forget about being anyone’s second choice. I was determined to stand out on my own. Later, Felix came back, begging on his knees for me to take him back.

When my son asked me about his father while crying once again, I pointed at the television. Samuel Shaw, who had just made it into the top three of the wealth rankings, was being interviewed. He said he had achieved fame and success, and the person he hated most was his childhood sweetheart and ex-wife. “She abandoned me when I was gravely ill, all for the sake of money. But it was that very betrayal that pushed me to rise from the ashes in my darkest hour.” The reporters grew excited and suggested contacting me on the spot. "She must be filled with regret, begging Mr. Shaw to take her back!" My phone rang right then. I answered and immediately asked for money. "Samuel, my son is sick. Could you lend me sixty thousand dollars?" He abruptly hung up the phone and said with a cold laugh, "Knowing she's living so miserably gives me peace of mind." Looking at the kidney failure report in my hand, I silently wept. Six years ago, I secretly donated one of my kidneys to Samuel. Now, his son was suffering from the same disease and didn't have much time left.

My father was a highly respected criminal investigator, and my mother was the head of the ER, dedicated to saving lives. However, I was a regular at the local police station. I fought, caused trouble, and earned the title of “the most hopeless kid on the block.” The first time, I publicly insulted my newly transferred cousin at school. My father dragged me straight to the police station in front of everyone and had me locked up for a full day and night. The second time, I led a gang of thugs to block my cousin’s way home in an alley. My mother was so furious, she dumped me deep in the mountains, leaving me to be bullied by a lecherous bachelor. The third time, I stole a keepsake from my cousin and tossed it down a sewer. My father put the handcuffs on me himself and sent me straight to juvenile detention. Five years later, I became a key informant in an anti-fraud operation, helping the police crack a major nationwide case. The media rushed to report the story, and journalists packed my parents’ house to interview the “hero’s family.” However, my parents just scoffed over the phone. “Her? A hero? We will only believe she is changed for the better when she is dead.” So why was it that when they saw me lying in a pool of blood after shielding a hostage, they finally cried?

Stormie has worked hard to earn her elite status, harder than anyone else. Her adopted family has aways pushed her to the be the best and has embraced her strange behaviors with open arms. But now her and the others of the Elite 8 are called upon to help their King solve a problem that has only been growing the last 15 years - the rogues. They had always been a nuisance but had begun to band together and were now a force to be reconned with. Together alongside the King the elite must solve the mystery behind the banded rogues before it's too late. The only problem is that traveling with someone who was once a friend has left Stormie feeling open and exposed in a way she never felt before. Can they take out this evil before someone gets hurt or will Stormie's past put them all in more danger?

My uncle’s rival, Emmett Meyer, saved me twice. The first time, I was drowning after a shipwreck—until he cut through the waves on a speedboat and dragged me ashore. The second time was after someone had slipped drugs into my drink. That night, I seduced him, a hardened man ten years my senior. In the dim glow of a private room, he guided my hand downward and growled, “I want you so bad, Babe.” He took me ruthlessly, ignoring my sobs and pleas. From then on, Emmett—the untamable “Prince of Silverbridge”—abandoned his reckless ways and devoted himself to me. Or so I believed. Then one day, he coaxed me into his Rolls-Royce and captured our tryst on camera. I flushed with embarrassment and secret delight. Later, as I hurried after him to return some documents he had left behind, I heard the sneers whispered in the hallway: “You’re so wild, Emmett. Everyone heard your girl moaning.” “Damn, the car rocked so hard I thought you’d break it.” “Hey, if Franklin Reed ever finds out that his precious niece has been your plaything for three years… think he’ll have a heart attack?”