Madan No Ou To Michelia

By the second year of my marriage to Quentin Lambert, we had a son. Fast forward five years, and I was basically a human cookbook, agonizing over every pinch of salt like it was rocket science. One night, Quentin tossed out, "Too much salt." And our son? He didn't even blink—he dumped the whole pot down the drain right in front of me. That's when it hit me—pure exhaustion, like a tidal wave. I told Quentin I wanted a divorce. He didn't even bother looking up. "Is that really necessary?" I nodded, my voice flat. "It is."

Llevo diez años casada con Nicolás. He conocido a cada una de sus novias. Cada vez que se aburría y quería cambiar, yo era su mejor pretexto para terminar con ellas: —Si te casas conmigo, vas a terminar igual que ella. Nos acostumbraríamos tanto el uno al otro que se perdería toda la emoción. En nuestro aniversario de bodas, yo le secaba las lágrimas a la universitaria que acababa de dejar, mientras él llevaba a su nueva conquista al cine. Cuando se acabó el paquete de pañuelos, fue como ver un reflejo de mi pasado. Así que le pedí el divorcio. Su reacción fue de una confusión genuina, algo raro en él. —¿No vas a esperar un poco más? Tal vez lo nuestro pudo funcionar. Le dediqué una sonrisa vaga, sin responder, y compré un boleto de avión para cruzar el océano. Ya no podía esperar a que cambiara, así que decidí dar el primer paso.

Regresé a ese momento de mi vida en que mi tío político —con quien no tengo lazos de sangre— había sido drogado con esa droga afrodisíaca. Pero esta vez, no me convertí en su “antídoto”. En lugar de eso, marqué el número de la mujer que él realmente amaba. En mi vida anterior, me enamoré perdidamente de él. Cuando supe que había sido drogado, ignoré su súplica de llamar a su gran amor… y fui yo quien calmó su deseo. Un mes después, quedé accidentalmente embarazada. Por lo que él se vio obligado a casarse conmigo, pero el día de la ceremonia de nuestra boda, su amada —que había viajado al extranjero para olvidar su dolor— fue secuestrada y asesinada. Antes de morir, le hizo ciento noventa y nueve llamadas pidiendo ayuda. Él, que estaba ocupado cumpliendo con la boda, no contestó ninguna. Después… solo se quedó mirando aquellas llamadas perdidas, sin decir una palabra. Hasta que, el día que tenía que dar a luz, me encerró en el sótano. Le rogué que me llevara al hospital. Pero él solo sonrió, con esa frialdad que jamás olvidaré, mientras me veía morir lentamente, sin poder traer al mundo a nuestro hijo. Sus últimas palabras antes de que cerrara los ojos y muriera fueron: —Si no hubieras quedado embarazada, nunca me habrían obligado a casarme contigo. Si no fuera por ti, habría contestado las llamadas de Luz y, ella no habría terminado así. Tú… mereces morir. Y entonces, volví a abrir los ojos. Era ese mismo día, el día en que él había sido drogado con ese medicamento afrodisíaco.

Etyl Guanzon is an Architecture student from Amstar Universitry, who is known by having a bold mouth. Everyone likes her, everyone's dream is to have her, touch her, and to claim her. Everyone- not until Jave Balesteros appeared. The only man who ignored her presence. She lives in a reality where everything is completely fine and nearly perfect. But, how will she conquer the life that JB gives her? Where her bravery takes her? He has principles and goals. He chased the justice not the woman. Did they play their role well when the uncertainties of their lives revolve around them?how difficult would it be for Etyl to choose the man of her dreams? And, how will JB choose Etyl over justice?

Yvette Skye has been diagnosed with depression. She thinks her parents will understand her situation, but all she gets is boundless mockery and doubt. After her affair with her sister’s boyfriend is found out, she dies in an accident. After her death, her biased parents suddenly start to regret their actions.

"This is the body donation agreement, Mr. Lewis. Please sign here." Joel Lewis looks at the paper before him. His hand trembles as he grips a pen. The other party can sense his hesitance. They say considerately, "Body donation is a big thing, and it's normal for people to change their minds at the last minute. You can go home and discuss this with your family—" "I've already signed it." Joel smiles bitterly. "Family" is a term that's beyond him. There's no longer any space in his wife's heart for him, after all.

A long lost daughter. An Alpha. A tragic past. Forbidden Love. Aurelia Fuerte is imminent to suffer from unfathomable loss and grief. Her fate has already been engraved before her birth to the ruthless world. Thus, it only takes one thing to untie her from being slave of this misery. Is she strong enough to discover her power and control it? Will love be enough to stop the pain and mend the heart which has been aching for justice? How will she be able to discover the truth behind these mysteries if she will be caged inside the valley of death? Secrets are waiting to be unraveled. Blood will shed. Pangs to pangs. War after war. And in the end, who will be found dead?

What happens when fate and chance come knocking with a blank slate, a minute after you just felt a car climb over you? Jason ignored her. He humiliated her. He let their daughter almost drown while he played father to his mistress’ child. But when Molly died, fate gave her a second chance. This time, she would no longer be the obedient wife. This time, she’ll expose him, starting with the secret that has the potential to unravel every single crafted plan: She’s carrying his best friend’s child.

Diadopsi. Dijodohkan. Dipaksa menikahi pria yang mencintai wanita lain. Avenna tak menangis. Tak mengamuk. Dia hanya tersenyum dan menjalani peran sebagai Nyonya Hazelton yang anggun, tak tersentuh, seolah kebal pada luka. Hingga malam itu datang. Malam di mana seorang pria bayaran bertopeng merenggut kendalinya. Membisikkan dosa di balik ciuman, menyulut bara dalam tiap sentuhan, dan menyeretnya ke dunia yang tak pernah ia kenal, penuh napas panas, erangan tertahan, dan bisikan yang merusak logika. "Kau yakin… ingin lepas dariku?" Suara baritonnya merayap di telinga Avenna, menelusup ke tulang belakangnya seperti racun manis yang mematikan. "Yah, yah, aku rasa begitu." Suaranya bergetar. Tapi tubuhnya sudah menyerah sejak jemari pria itu menekan pinggangnya, mengukir ingatan yang tak bisa ia hapus. "Kau bohong," bisiknya. Napasnya membakar kulit leher Avenna. "Karena hanya aku yang tahu… bagaimana membuatmu lupa siapa dirimu, dan hanya mengenal namaku dalam teriakanmu, dalam tubuhmu, dalam setiap detak jantungmu." Satu gigitan. Satu desah. Dan seluruh kendali Avenna runtuh. Tapi yang tak ia tahu… Pria itu bukan sekadar pemuas sesaat.

Aurelia Giliam is her name now, what her original was she can’t remember. Her past life comes back to her in a painful headache. She somehow got into the body of the villainess of an otome game she enjoyed playing. This villainess caused trouble left and right for the heroine. But in the end, she always ends up getting abandoned by her family and dying in the end with no one to mourn her death. Now she was this villainess. What shitty luck.This Novel may have some subject that may trigger some people so be cautiousCover made with Picrew - https://picrew.me/image_maker/41329