Moa Moa No Mi

A girl who is the meaning of Never judge a book by its cover, and a billionaire who is cold-hearted due to betrayal. Amalie James Anderson, adopted daughter of the Anderson family is the definition of sweet & caring girl. But that doesn't mean she is weak. Austin Theodore, billionaire, hard-working, but a very arrogant personality. The only people he truly cares about are those he calls family Will there be fire & smoke or love & it's testings? Dead parents turn out to be alive and past enemies come to surface once more for revenge, in all this will they be able to come unharmed or will the damage will be too much for the two of them? For more details you will have to read to find out.

The night before my wedding, I was in a terrible car accident. I fell into a coma, and my body was broken and bruised. While I lay unconscious, my fiancé called off the engagement and married his childhood sweetheart instead. My mother went to demand justice on my behalf—but never made it back. She died in a sudden, brutal accident along the way. In that moment of chaos, it was my childhood friend who stepped in. He knelt on one knee outside the hospital with a wedding gift of a hundred thousand dollars and quietly handled my mother's funeral. I was wheeled into surgery. I lived, but was left with a permanent disability. And still, he promised to stay by my side, for life. I was deeply moved. We got married. But five years later, I overheard him talking to his secretary. "Mr. Davidson, you arranged for someone to hit your wife with a car, just so Lucy could marry the one she loved. Aren't you afraid she'll find out?" "For Lucy, there's nothing I wouldn't do. I've already given Ruby the rest of my life. Isn't that enough?" I covered my mouth, holding back a sob. Only then did I realize—the marriage I believed in had been a lie all along. So be it. I'll disappear and let him be with the woman he truly loves.

For a year, I’d lived a double life. During the day, I am Lila Montgomery, the heiress of Montgomery Industries. At night, I am just Lila, the woman Ethan was falling for. Or so I thought.“Grace,” he’d murmured in his sleep one night, his arms tightening around me. “Don’t leave again.” That was the first crack in my fantasy. The final crack that ended our so-called relationship was when he accused me of wanting to trap him with a baby. Now just days later, my mother wants me to meet Nicholas Baldwin, Ethan’s uncle. “Might be exactly what you need to forget his nephew.” I ignored my brother’s teasing, walking past him. “I don’t need another Baldwin man in my life.” But seeing Ethan now in person and with Grace by his side… “Nick,” I whispered urgently, “I need a huge favor.” He must have heard the desperation in my voice, “Name it.” “Pretend to be my boyfriend.”

Qykerth is brought to the reality of life when he finds his mother's body the day after his father leaves them under the excuse he will be out cultivating when his mother knows the truth. Qykerth blames himself for his father leaving because he was incapable of living up to his father's expectations as a cultivator and descendant. The loss of his mother brings unfathomable pain causing the power stored inside his body to explode, taking three lives with it, but a mysterious man finds Qykerth's body and grants him a second chance to live. Prince Queseon believes that his father's acts of keeping the humans out of the waters is ridiculous and ventures out into the world and meets a particular creature. As the two of them spend day after day together, both boys fall for the other but live with their unrequited love. Unable to take it any longer their fates connect, they separate and a child is born who faces obstacles a child should never face but with the help of his little fae friend, a new destiny is carved. |Side Stories| *|Lumiere & Licht | *|Daughter of Ice & Disciple of Wind| *|Sucked Into Darkness|

My father bought twin brothers from the black market to serve as bodyguards for me and my sister. My sister chose the tall, strong older brother, leaving me with the frail, mute younger one. Feeling sorry for him, I kept him close, seeking doctors for his silence and maintaining distance to respect his apparent OCD. I thought trauma had shaped him that way. But when our father's enemies kidnapped us, he abandoned me without hesitation, choosing to die shielding my sister. In his final moments, he spoke for the first time. "You finally see me." To me, he said, "In the next life, please don't choose me." I realized then that he was neither mute nor afflicted with OCD. His silence and aversion were directed solely at me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day we chose the bodyguards. This time, I'd grant his wish.

After two years of marriage, I believed I was living the dream—until the day I gave birth to our long-awaited heir. The house was filled with joy as my husband's family arrived, bearing gifts and ready to bestow a name upon our child, as tradition dictated. But the happiness of the day shattered in an instant when my husband walked in, hand in hand with his childhood sweetheart. In front of everyone, he announced not only our divorce but also his engagement to her, as if I had never mattered. *** "I’m divorcing Stacy," Jason announces, his voice unwavering, "to marry Nicole Cruz, my childhood sweetheart." He points to the woman standing before him who smiles and waves at everyone in the room. My world tilts on its axis. The words echo in my mind, louder and louder until they drown out everything else. What is going on?? "But why?" I whisper, my voice barely audible, even to myself. I'm unable to believe his betrayal. Jason doesn’t even glance at the child in my arms. "Because this has been a long time coming, Stacy. I’ve only stayed this long out of obligation and not love." Important Author’s Note: This is a rewritten version of my book The Alpha’s Betrayal: Reclaiming His Rejected Luna. From Chapter 12 onward, the story takes a new turn with fresh twists and drama. Thank you for reading—I hope you enjoy this new version!

The doctors said it was over—stage four, nothing left to fight. I had three days, max. I signed the organ donor papers myself. If I was gonna die, at least someone else could get a second shot. Told my family I was sick. But my so-called sister—the doctor—shrugged it off like I was making it up. She convinced them I was losing it, not dying. My parents and fiancé fell for it. Handed me over like she was some hero. She wasn't. She pushed me closer to the end. And when I finally died, the same people who wouldn't listen cried like they hadn't let it happen.

Llevaba siete años con Santiago, y aun así él no quería casarse conmigo. —Santiago, estoy lista para casarme —le dije un día con calma. Él frunció el ceño con indiferencia, como si ni siquiera hubiera escuchado bien mis palabras. —Joana, la empresa está a punto de salir a bolsa, estoy tan ocupado que no pienso perder tiempo en un tema tan irrelevante. Sonreí con tranquilidad. Tal vez, en sus ojos, aquello era solo un intento desesperado de presionarlo para que me propusiera matrimonio. Pero lo cierto es que, esta vez, sí me iba a casar… Pero el novio no sería él.

Tuvimos una relación de diez años. Salvador Ríos, finalmente, aceptó casarse conmigo. Pero el día en que debíamos tomarnos las fotos para la boda, cuando el fotógrafo nos pidió que nos besáramos, Salvador frunció el ceño con desagrado, murmuró que sufría de misofobia y, sin más, me empujó suavemente a un lado y se marchó solo. Yo, con la cara ardiendo de vergüenza, me vi obligada a disculparme con todo el equipo por su actitud. Afuera caía una nevada densa. Era imposible encontrar un taxi. Caminé sola, paso a paso sobre la nieve, con los pies empapados… y el corazón también. Y al llegar al departamento que sería nuestro hogar conyugal, lo encontré besando a Lucía Solís. Abrazándola como si el mundo estuviera a punto de acabarse. —Lucía… solo dime una palabra… y dejo esta boda y todo ahora mismo —susurró él. Diez años de amor ciego… de pronto se convirtieron en una broma cruel. Lloré como nunca. Y luego decidí que sería yo quien escapara primero de esa boda. Tiempo después, se corrió la voz en todo nuestro círculo social: El joven Ríos buscaba desesperadamente a su ex prometida por todo el mundo, solo para rogarle que lo mirara una vez más.

Dos semanas antes de la boda, Nelson decidió posponerla una vez más. —Ivana inaugura su primera exposición de arte ese día —me dijo—. Estará sola y nerviosa. Tengo que estar ahí para apoyarla. Al final, tú y yo ya estamos juntos, ¿qué más da casarnos un día antes o después? Pero ya era la tercera vez que aplazaba nuestra boda por aquella mujer. La primera, Ivana acababa de operarse y sentía nostalgia de la comida de su tierra, por lo que Nelson no dudó en viajar al extranjero y quedarse con ella durante dos meses. La segunda, Ivana decidió irse al bosque en busca de inspiración para pintar y él, preocupado por su seguridad, fue tras ella. Esta era la tercera. Colgué la llamada y miré a César, mi amigo de toda la vida, quien se encontraba sentado frente a mí, relajado, jugando con su bastón de esmeralda, cuyo golpeteo en el piso de mármol rompía el silencio entre nosotros. —¿Todavía necesitas esposa? —le pregunté, sonriendo con picardía. El día de mi boda, Ivana sonreía radiante, copa en mano, esperando el brindis del hombre a su lado. Pero él, con los ojos rojos, observaba en silencio la transmisión en vivo de la boda del heredero del Grupo Santos, el imperio inmobiliario más grande del país.