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My mother had been hospitalized. My boyfriend worked as a doctor at the same hospital. You would think he would have visited her often, but he never did. Not once. On the first day of her stay, he did not come because he had taken a day off. His childhood friend was moving, and she needed his help. On the second day, that same childhood friend appeared at the hospital as an intern. He followed her everywhere and showed her the ropes. He handled anything she asked for, no matter how small. It went on like that, day after day. My mother's ward was on the thirteenth floor. His office was on the seventeenth. All it would have taken was a ten-second elevator ride or a two-minute walk down the stairs. Even so, Sebastian did not visit her for more than twenty days. My mother recovered. I picked her up by myself and took her to the train station. While I was on the way, he texted me. Sebastian: [Suzy's pet dog is getting vaccinated today. I need to drive her there first.] This time, I replied. [Got it. Drive safely. By the way, we're over.]

My dad collapsed from a sudden heart attack and died. The shock hit my mom like a freight train, and she blacked out cold. By the time I raced home from college, his body had already been reduced to ashes in the crematorium. Grief barely had a chance to sink in before the debt collectors pounded on our door. That was when the ugly truth emerged. My dad had secretly racked up billions in loans, saddling my mom and me. A year later, the relentless harassment from those goons drove my mom to despair. She ended her life, and I was forced to drop out of school, scavenging dumpsters just to scrape by. But fate had a cruel twist in store. I spotted my "dead" dad, alive and thriving, hosting an extravagant birthday bash for his secret son. I stormed in, desperate for answers, only to be hurled out by security. My head cracked against the pavement, and everything went black. When my eyes fluttered open again, I was inexplicably back on that fateful day of my dad's heart attack.

Elina Wong a beautiful , kind and a loving sister . All her friends loves her but she changed because her stepsister looks like a fool controlling freaks elder sister . Both her fiance and her younger sister colluded with her stepmother and kill her at age twenty two where she was supposed to study in the university but because her father get sick when she was nineteen ,she had to take over the company under her stepmother surveillance. After her rebirth , will she able to change her fate and get the love and happiness that she longed after her reborn. Adrian Mo , a handsome , cold , fierce and ruthless young CEO of a huge enterprise that had multiple companies in multiple field with his three bestfriends as his vices presidents and his intelligent assistant. He also had his own training camps to train his upper workers in multiples fields that comes from the orphanage. Will these two people able to get what their longed for and will they able to handle the cruel reality of their life together and will they will be able to live forever in their sweetness life despite all the challenge they had to face .

After being forced to marry a high powered billionaire to protect her family, Elena gave up everything only to be betrayed and killed brutally after she found out his secret.She wasn’t just sold out, she was a tool for her family to become wealthy. They told her they needed her help to protect the family, but it was all a lie.She was sold for money and the man she lived with for 5 years was a murderer who had killed so many women.To him, they were his obsession and he was only letting her be because she was weak and not ready enough to be killed.After getting to know the monster he is, Elena woke up seven years earlier where she wanted to leave her family to get married to him. She then vowed to reveal his secret and change her fate.Determined to revenge on everyone who had a hand in her marriage to her husband, she decided to go to Mason, a tycoon businessman who runs a bodyguard company.She wanted to train to protect herself but fate had more in mind when the two of them got entangled with each other causing them to get more closer.

I’ll teach ya how to be the most vicious version of yourself you’ll ever know. I can make ya the strongest you’ve ever been. Mind an’ body. An upgrade to evolution, as it were. Most importantly, when you’re ready, you’ll go home to the ones who love ya the most. The ones needin’ ya the most, and you’ll be able to take care of them. I can give you what you need to be at the top of the food chain. Do ya agree to stay and learn from me, Riley Coyle? Agree to train to be an apex predator?” “Tare care of the ones who love me the most. You mean Ainsley?” “I mean Ainsley.” He nods. I search his eyes for a lie. There are none. He’s serious, or at least he believes his own bullshit and I’ll have to settle for that. In my mind, there’s not even another option. If staying here somehow gets me back to Ainsley, then I’ll do what it takes. “Yeah. I agree to stay and do whatever I need to do to go home alive.”

"Don't wear a white colour dress and please don't let your hair open. I would appreciate it if you never use this pink shade lipstick" he said in a full serious yet husky tone that surely gives chillness to her spine. She never gets intimidated by anyone like this. Who the hell he is? She battled her eyes and looked to meet his brownies. She took the courage to ask him "why?" He smirked at her flustered face and bends to her height. She took steps back and hits the wall behind. "Because. I can't stop myself from kissing you" he said while the train just went away along with Clara who stood there paralyzed hearing Alex's words. Did he just propose to her? ###### Clara looked at the frame which they clicked before. A lone tear escaped her eyes. Will she be able to forget everything and move on?  Alex regretted the moment he fell for that girl. He doesn't want to remember anything related to her. But is it even easy?  Both looked at the stars and wished to forget everything, 

"Do you want me to stop?" Darlington growled, his thick cock buried deep inside her, stretching her with slow, deliberate thrusts that made her tremble. "No," Freya moaned, legs wrapped tight around his waist, hips rocking desperately to take him deeper. "God, no... harder." She was supposed to seduce him. Spy on him. Steal his secrets to save her dying mother. But the city's most ruthless billionaire, Darlington Knight, saw right through her from the moment she walked into his world. Now he's the one claiming her—pinning her against silk sheets, against cold glass walls, in the dark heat of his penthouse—fucking her senseless until she forgets her mission, forgets her lies, forgets everything but the way he owns her body. Every touch is dangerous. Every kiss a threat. He knows she's hiding something... and he's going to make her beg to confess—on her knees, breathless, dripping for him. Freya came to betray him. Instead, she's falling—hard, fast, and filthy—into a passion that could ruin them both. Even though Darlington might have his secrets, will he still see her the same way after finding out she was just a spy sent to seduce him?"

“I will never love you.” Nicholas vowed, glaring at the helpless naked woman on the bed and stormed out of the room, leaving her alone to the endless humiliation of her family. Clarissa wailed and screamed at the top of her lungs, clutching the sheets to her chest and urged her family to believe her but she became the victim of her vicious step sister – Natalie’s plan. ………………… A fateful night changed Clarissa Anderson's life upside down. She didn’t know how and why she ended up sleeping with her step sister’s fiancé Nicholas, on the very night of their engagement. Two people from different worlds were compelled to get married for their selfish reasons. Nicholas Romano, to inherit his family business and Clarissa, to gain her ex-brother-in-law’s affection. Can Nicholas be able to dissolve the hatred he bore in his heart for Clarissa? Can he ever consider her as his wife? She trapped him in a marriage by sleeping with him and separated him from the love of his life and it’s all because of her obsession over him. He only married her on his father’s insistence and to protect his company which he worked hard to build for years. Where will fate take these two wounded souls? Will Clarissa prove her innocence and make her husband realize how scheming his ex-fiancée is? Or is Nicholas just waiting for his dear wife to make his work easier by going after Natalie?

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient target for a cruel poker-room bet. The stakes? A vintage motorcycle. The duration? Thirty days of manufactured affection. Now, the countdown is ticking. Between the silk sheets of Jonathan’s penthouse and the shadows of the St. Jude’s library, the line between the game and reality is blurring. Jonathan is the predator who accidentally caught himself in his own trap, growing addicted to the very light he’s destined to extinguish. Benjamin is the lamb who is slowly realizing the wolf isn't just at the door—he’s in his bed. When the moon turns red and the thirty days are up, the truth will do more than just break Benjamin's heart. It will shatter his soul. One month of sweetness. A lifetime of ruin. In the game of hearts, the house always wins... and Jonathan Hayes never plays fair.

Alaric and I had been mates for five years, and I had believed with all my heart that I would become the first female Gamma of the pack by proving myself in the warrior’s trial. I had trained relentlessly, sharpening my claws and honing my instincts, ready to fight for my rightful place. But fate had other plans. Three days before the trial, I was ambushed by rogues. They didn't just attack me—they hunted me like prey. They tormented me with the silver knife so that my wolf was dead. The scent of death clung to me, my wolf howling in agony, desperately trying to heal, but the wounds ran too deep. As I lay barely conscious on the blood-stained sheets, I heard my husband's cold, indifferent voice. "Is she dead?" The witch doctor hesitated before answering, "No, but—" "It doesn’t matter," Alaric interrupted, Coat her wounds with wolfsbane and silver—make sure it seeps into her blood, burns through her veins, and poisons her wolf beyond repair. I want her body to reject her own nature, so she will never heal. There will only be one Gamma in this pack, and that's Serina." In that moment, the truth became clear—I had never truly stood a chance in the warrior’s trial I had dreamed of. The battle had been decided long before I ever stepped into the arena.