Manga Released Before 2000

Ipinagkasundo si Cassidy ng kanyang mga magulang kay Chester Montecalvo. Bata pa lang ay minamahal na ng dalaga si Chester kaya tinanggap niyang maikasal dito. Pero sa loob ng dalawang taon nilang pagiging mag-asawa ay walang ginawa si Chester kundi pasakitin ang puso niya. At nang mamatay ang mga magulang niya ay mas lalo pang lumabas ang tunay na kulay ni Chester nang ikulong siya nito at pilitin papirmahin ng mga dokumento para mailipat dito ang pagmamay-ari ng kompanya. Cassidy killed herself bago pa makuha ng asawa niya ang lahat ng meron siya. Hindi niya hahayaan na mapunta sa walanghiya niyang asawa ang pinaghirapan ng kanyang mga magulang. Pero iba ang plano ng kapalaran sa kanya. Nang imulat niya ang kanyang mga mata ay nasa harapan siya ng altar, ikinakasal muli kay Chester. She had given a second chance, nabuhay siyang muli.

Buxton Corp's CEO got his ex back. The cost? His pregnant wife vanished without a word. Month One: Calvin didn't flinch. Too busy worshiping his so-called true love. Month Two: His buddies placed bets on when Angela would come crawling home. Month Three: Panic hit. He sent scouts everywhere to find me. Nothing. Not a whisper. After that, "Angela Astor" turned into a curse word in Auremburg. But what no one saw? He missed her so bad at night, it nearly broke him.

On the anniversary of my mother’s death, my girlfriend told me she had to work overtime. However, her first love later posted something on social media: [Thanks to Camelia for coming to celebrate my birthday with me!] My chest tightened and my hands shook as I called her to demand an explanation. She replied calmly, “It’s Grayson’s 25th birthday today. It’s important. I didn’t want to miss it.” That was it. I let out a bitter laugh and looked down at the cancer diagnosis report in my hand. It was alright. I would be dead soon anyway.

The first time he met her, he misunderstood her, thinking that she was the type of woman who only knew about fame and money, and also accidentally "ate" her unexpectedly. - The second time we met, he was the cold general manager, and she was his 24-hour personal secretary. Even though she knew his name on the outside, her heart was still given to him when. - Carwyn Hiddleston, CEO of the corporation, handsome, outstanding talent. Because once he failed in love and was betrayed by the person he loved the most, he never believed in love again, since he brought himself into life, only cold and indifferent. However, she just kissed him once and made his heart flutter for the first time, his heart that had been frozen for so long suddenly melted away. - She appeared in front of him again but became his secretary. Can her presence warm his heart and make him love again? Can she have his love?

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?

An accident occurred during my graduation trip, causing me to get my left leg amputated. Surprisingly enough, Britney Lambert, the campus belle whom I had a crush on, proposed to me afterward. We were married for the next 30 years. Throughout our marriage, we respected and concerned each other properly. Before I passed away, I found out that all 199 love letters that I had written were thrown into the trash pile. Meanwhile, Britney kept the love letters another person had sent her in a safe. Obviously, she treated those letters like her most cherished treasure. When my illness took a turn for the worse, I could only lie on my sickbed with one foot in my grave. Britney arrived at my ward later than usual. Before I closed my eyes, I heard the final words she uttered to me. "Next time, don't save me anymore." I finally understood her real feelings for me. She'd rather die than be with me, it seemed. When I wake up again, I've returned to the timeframe before the graduation trip starts. This time, I decide not to have anything to do with Britney. We shall be strangers in this lifetime. But when the accident occurs once again, Britney is the one rushing toward me. "It's my turn to save you now."

To save Hugh, I took the hit—literally. The kidnappers beat me so bad I ended up with a brain hemorrhage. My mind? Stuck at thirteen. Hugh, all guilt and promises, said, "Wenna, I'll protect you forever." And he did. He watched over me. When the house caught fire, he threw himself over me, took the burns, didn't flinch. Then came his oh-so-perfect foster sister. "Mia's not into... slow people. Maybe you should live next door," he said. And my son? The one I nearly died bringing into the world? "Stupid woman! You embarrass me and Dad. You're nothing like Aunt Mia—she's smart and pretty. If it weren't for you, she could've been my mom. You should just die!" To play hero for Mia, my son shoved me into the street. A truck did the rest. When I opened my eyes, I was back on the day Hugh proposed. This time? I wasn't here for his pity. And I sure as hell wasn't marrying him.

I let a stranger destroy me in a hotel room. Two days later, I walked into my internship and found him sitting behind the CEO's desk. Now I fetch coffee for the man who made me moan, and he acts like I’m the one who crossed a line. *** It started with a dare. It ended with the one man she should never want. June Alexander didn’t plan to sleep with a stranger. But on the night she celebrates landing her dream internship, a wild dare leads her into the arms of a mysterious man. He’s intense, quiet, and unforgettable. She thought she’d never see him again. Until she walks into her first day at work— And finds out he’s her new boss. The CEO. Now June has to work under the man she shared one reckless night with. Hermes Grande is powerful, cold, and completely off-limits. But the tension between them won’t go away. The closer they get, the harder it becomes to keep her heart and their secrets safe.

Quando eu tinha sete anos, o papai trouxe pra casa uma mulher bonita. Ela me deu uma caixa de mangas. Naquele dia, enquanto eu comia as mangas toda feliz, a mamãe assinou o acordo de divórcio e se jogou do prédio. Desde então, manga virou o meu pesadelo. Por isso, no dia do meu casamento, eu disse pro meu marido, Ivan Ribeiro: — Se algum dia quiser se divorciar de mim, basta me dar uma manga. Ele me abraçou em silêncio. Desde então, manga também virou o tabu dele. No quinto ano de casamento, na véspera de Natal, a amiguinha de infância dele, Rafaela Lima, deixou uma manga em cima da mesa do escritório. No mesmo dia, Ivan anunciou o fim da amizade com Rafaela e a demitiu da empresa. Naquele momento, eu achei que ele era o homem da minha vida. Mas meio ano depois, voltei do exterior com um contrato de um bilhão fechado. Na festa de comemoração, Ivan me entregou um copo de bebida. Depois de meio copo, Rafaela, a mulher que ele havia expulsado da empresa, apareceu atrás de mim, sorrindo: — Tá gostoso o suco de manga? Olhei pro meu marido, incrédula, enquanto Ivan tentava segurar o riso: — Não fica brava, a Rafaela insistiu pra eu fazer uma brincadeira com você. — Eu nem te dei uma manga de verdade, só um suco de manga. — Mas olha, acho que ela tem razão, o seu problema com manga é exagero! — Você estava bebendo toda animada agora há pouco! De cara fechada, levantei a mão e joguei o resto do suco no rosto dele. Depois, virei as costas e fui embora. Algumas coisas nunca são brincadeira. Manga não é. E o meu pedido de divórcio também não.

After the car accident, one of the Johnson sons was dead and the other gravely injured. When my devout, devoted husband woke up in the hospital, he called out, "Dorothy." He claimed that his body then held the soul of his brother, Elias Johnson. I went mad, calling doctors, priests, anyone I could, desperate to bring my husband back. It was not until that night that I overheard his conversation with our son: "Father, you've loved aunt for years. You even kept yourself chaste in your private prayer room, waiting. Now, finally, you can be with her openly." The man in the bed reached out to stroke our son's hair. "If it weren't to stop your mother from destroying her relationship, I wouldn't have married her." I hid in the shadows, still reeling from their words, when I saw what happened after our son left. The husband I had always known, icy, composed, and ascetic to maintain his devout faith for seven years, was then holding his sister-in-law close on that tiny hospital bed, sharing a warmth meant for lovers. The next day, I applied for Jim Johnson's death certificate and burned our marriage certificate. At his grand wedding, I climbed aboard the helicopter sent to fetch me. However, my once-cold husband went mad, chasing after us down several streets, desperate and unhinged.