Meu Amor Para Além Da Morte

Inampon si Gwen ng pamilyang Madrid, at akala niya, sa wakas, nahanap na rin niya ang tahanang matagal niyang hinanap. Pero may isang hindi sang-ayon. Si Leander, ang panganay na anak na kailanman ay hindi siya tinanggap. Sa mga mata nito, isa lang siyang pakialamerang hindi kailanman magiging tunay na bahagi ng pamilya. Sa bawat tagpo nila, laging may banggaan, laging may tensyon. But one night shattered the boundary between hate and desire. Now, Gwen holds a secret that could tear apart the family she’s learned to love. Hanggang kailan niya kakayaning itago ang nararamdaman sa lalaking kinalakihan niyang ‘kapatid’, pero minahal ng higit pa roon?

Al renacer en esta segunda vida, tomé una decisión: mantendría la máxima distancia posible de Santiago Fernández. Cuando lo vi llegar como director a mi empresa, renuncié esa misma tarde. Cuando compró un apartamento en mi edificio, me mudé al otro extremo de la ciudad. Y cuando anunció que dirigiría el imperio familiar desde aquí, solicité mi traslado internacional. En mi vida anterior, lo había obligado a casarse conmigo usando mi embarazo como chantaje. Pero justo el día de la boda, su primer amor regresó. Al vernos juntos en el altar, corrió hacia la terraza y saltó al vacío. Santiago fingió que nada había pasado y se casó conmigo, sonriendo. El día de nuestro aniversario de bodas, nos llevó a mi hija y a mí a hacer puénting. Pero él cortó las cuerdas, y mi hija y yo caímos, muriendo destrozadas. Después de nuestra muerte, se inclinó sobre nuestros cuerpos y rio con crueldad: —¡Si no fuera por ti, Valentina no se habría suicidado! ¡Ahora ve y págale por tu culpa! Cuando volví a abrir los ojos, había regresado a esa noche en que usé mi embarazo para obligarlo a casarse.

"Holy crap, you are so boring!" He pushed her against the wall, placing his hands on either side of her and staring into her eyes in frustration. He is shirtless and has flat abs touching her body, which is giving her goosebumps. "I don't know how to kiss." She looked at the man, pouting her lips. He scoffed at her boring reply. "Teach me how to kiss." She mumbled, licking her lips, and grabbed his attention. He looked down at her and stroked his hair with his fingers, pulling her close by her waist. "Stand on my toes." He smirked, sending chills down her spine. She climbed over, placing both feet on his toes. "Look into my eyes." He grabbed her chin and make her look into his eyes. She looked into his green-pricing eyes, rolling her fingers on his trimmed beard. "Concentrate on my lips." He synced, licking his lips. Her heart skipped a beat as he pressed her thin lips between his thumbs. And she moaned in response, rolling her eyes at his lips. "Seal your lips on mine and chew it up like an ice cream." He explained the first step, bending his head to seal her lips. "Aaaachuuuuu!!" She sneezed loudly before he sealed her lips. "ANGELINA." He yelled at the top of his lungs. "I’m sorry, hubby." Angelina closed her eyes, covering them with both hands. Angelina is a twenty-year-old college student with lots of goals in life, but she doesn't have parents to give her pocket money and support her financially. But one day, she married a billionaire and then her tragic life turned into a romantic one. Now the question is - how will Angelina satisfy her husband and his desires when she has only experienced struggles in her past life?

He kissed me, then called me gross. Now I’m rich, famous… and desirable. Jace Weston shattered me in high school. Years later, he doesn’t even recognize me. But I remember everything, and I’m not here for closure. I’m here to make him fall...and break. Until one look… one touch… ruins everything. He ruined my life once, this time, I’ll ruin his, unless my heart betrays me first.

Si Natasha Marie Garcia ay napasok sa isang sitwasyon na hindi niya akalain na mangyayari sa kanya. Inakala niyang pupunta siya sa Silvestre Mansion para maging isang kasambahay. Ngunit nagkaroon ng setup si Don Juanito. Gusto niyang mapalapit si Natasha sa kanyang apo, kaya gumawa siya ng paraan para magkalapit sila at magpakasal. Hindi sana papayag si Natasha, pero wala siyang nagawa kundi magpakasal. Inakala niyang ikakasal lang siya sa isang mayaman, arogante, at nakakainis na lalaki. But she didn't know she was getting married to the leader of the most powerful hidden mafia in the country. Mapaglaro ang tadhana; habang tumatagal ang araw na kasama niya ang kanyang asawa, lalong nahuhulog ang kanyang loob dito. Hanggang isang araw, natuklasan ni Natasha ang lihim ng kanyang asawa. Behind his sweet and loving smile was a dangerous and powerful mafia boss. Sa una, natakot siya, pero nangibabaw ang pagmamahal niya sa kanyang asawa, kaya tinanggap niya ito ng buong puso sa kabila ng madilim nitong buhay. Masaya sila, ngunit dumating ang isang trahedya na nagbago ng kanilang masayang pagsasama. Namatay ang ina ni Natasha sa isang ambush at sinisi niya si Giovanni. She left her husband without a word because of the anger she felt. Binalot ng galit si Natasha, at nagdesisyon siyang maghiganti. Paano mapapatawad ni Natasha ang kanyang asawa kung ang sugat ng nakaraan ay masyadong malalim? Mananaig ba ang kanyang pagmamahal sa lalaking una niyang minahal? Maibabalik pa kaya ang kanilang masayang relasyon? Ano ang gagawin ni Giovanni para mabawi ang babaeng mahal niya? Babalik ba si Natasha sa kanya? O ang kanyang minamahal na asawa ay magiging kanyang kaaway?

Restaurateur and self-exiled heir Lucien Lenault's first look at the breathtaking young chef trainee for his trendy Chicago restaurant is a shock. She’s Elise Martin, daughter of a wealthy French fashion designer. She’s also the holder of a secret that could explode his carefully laid plans. Notorious for her flagrant exhibitionism, and for flouting the respectable façade of her aristocratic background, the coquine’s wild streak shocked most people. Not Lucien. He was tempted by it. It was a deliriously punishable offense as far as Lucien was concerned. But taking on Elise is more than a game. She’s a catastrophe waiting to happen, an inferno that’s burned many a lover. Lucien isn’t most men, however, and he won’t allow her to manipulate him. In order to control the defiant beauty—in order to see her submit—he’s going to have to willingly walk in the flames…

"To have and to hold for the rest of my life..." When Bella married her crush, she never imagined that one day the most powerful Alpha in the Decacities would appear, claiming that she is his mate. Meanwhile, Reece Nikolai, alpha of the biggest pack in the Decacities, has waited for decades for his bride to appear. When the moon goddess finally grants him a mate, there are two problems; 1. She's human! 2. She's married to another man! What happens when they can't stay away from each other?

That night and the tree house witnessed her unfeigned love for him. But promises are always meant to be broken. Laurise Ann Madrigal devoted her heart to Allison Bien Villacorta, whom she secretly in love since she was sixteen. But her heart was broken when the man she madly in love betrayed her. Years passed, she married Kiro Guevarra. And now that Allison came back to her life and try to chase her again. Is Laurise Ann far from that Little naive and fragile girl? Is it just repugnance she has for it or did she remain madly in love with him?

Three years after Alpha King Damien Caldwell marks me, Drake Whitaker finally remembers I exist. Turns out he really believes I'll "wait for him forever." Twenty black SUVs clog the private road into Ridgefield pack territory, trunks crammed with moonstone jewelry, old talismans, and rare herbs. Drake steps out of the tricked-out Hummer, wearing a smug smile and clutching a stack of parchment contracts. "Aria," he calls up, like some medieval knight, "I told you once the Silvermoon Coalition was official and Kenneth's supply lines were stable, I'd bring you to my pack. "The High Council finalized five packs yesterday. I came first thing this morning to show you I mean it." I sit in the upstairs study, watching a video Damien just sent of him playing with our son, then glance through the blinds at the ridiculous scene unfolding below. Drake lifts his face toward the second floor. "I know you're upset, but Kenneth controls the biggest timber in the Eastvale region. I had to mark Isabella. It was politics. You get that. Feelings don't need a mark anyway. I'll treat you better than a Luna." His words made my skin crawl. I pressed the intercom button on the desk. "Clear the drive. Tell security someone's trespassing." What a day! I've just taken my son to the medical center for his one-month checkup. Damien sends me back to Ridgefield pack for a week to rest. Instead, I get this mess on my doorstep.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."