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When I got reborn into my youthful years, I turned down the marriage proposal of Seth Klein, the future major general. Instead, I chose to be with Nathan Prescott, who lived a poor life. My mother thought I was possessed. After all, the entire village knew that I, the village chief's daughter, used to follow the well-educated Mr. Klein around all the time. Apparently, I was willing to do anything just to marry him. I soon recalled what happened in my previous life. After I married Seth, we never consummated our marriage. He even brought back a child, claiming that said child belonged to a fellow soldier who had passed on in the war. I viewed the child as my own and made an effort to raise him. It wasn't until our fiftieth anniversary that I discovered a secret after barging into Seth's study, which had always been forbidden to me. It turned out that the study was plastered with photos of my older cousin, Catherine Parker—the most beautiful woman in the village. The thing was, she had been dead for a long time. The truth was, Seth has always been capable of performing in bed. He was merely practicing abstinence because of Catherine. Furious, I collapsed and was admitted to the hospital. But my son, whom I treated as my own, was the one who unplugged my life support with his own hands. "If it weren't for you taking over my mom's position as the actual wife, she wouldn't have died as an unknown mistress!" After my death, I witnessed Seth getting a joint burial with Catherine as husband and wife. As for my ashes, they were randomly scattered into a dried-up river. Now that I was reborn, I chose to fulfill their wish!

I had cancer. And Carl—my boyfriend of seven years—ditched me at the hospital to play fake boyfriend for his so-called best friend, just so she could dodge her parents' marriage pressure. When the results came in, I broke down. Clutching the report, I sobbed as I called him. "Carl, I... I..." My voice cracked. I didn't even know how to say it. I thought he'd comfort me. Instead, his voice came sharp through the phone. "Can you not? Mia's just a friend. What's so wrong about me helping her?—do you have to be so dramatic? I already promised to marry you this month. What more do you want?"

After our eighty-eighth canceled wedding, I called my business partner. "I'm taking the Haviana market project." There was a beat of stunned silence. "Seriously? That's ten years overseas. You just got married—well, weren't you? Does your husband even know? What about your parents? You always said staying close to them was everything." I glanced around the empty church and let out a sharp laugh. "There was no wedding. No husband. And my parents? They've got Cindy. That's all they need." Another pause. "Alright. Pack your bags. You leave tomorrow." After the call, I ran a hand down my wedding dress. One last tear slipped out, quiet and pointless. Cindy had another "episode" today. Claimed she'd off herself. Andrew canceled—again. I'd looked at him, drained. "It's the eighty-eighth time." He dropped his head, guilt all over him. "Just a little more time, Viv. She's been off since the accident. I'm scared she'll actually do it. I swear, I'll talk to her. For real this time. Then we'll get married. Promise." My parents didn't hesitate. "Vivian, let Andrew go. If Cindy hadn't gotten kidnapped trying to save you, she wouldn't have these breakdowns. Are you really putting a wedding over your sister's life?" "How could you be so selfish?" I'd heard it all before. Used to fight it. Not this time. If neither my fiancé nor my parents wanted me around, then fine. I'd leave.

My husband, Don Reginald, and my parents threw me in prison on the very night I gave him his heir. All because my sister, Felicia, set me up. She claimed I gave her a wild horse at the family races—a horse she knew she couldn't handle. It went crazy. It trampled a senator to death. With the FBI breathing down our necks, the whole family made me take the fall. Three years. Reginald didn't care that I'd just had our son. He pushed me. Over and over. "It was your horse. If you hadn't given it to her, the Feds wouldn't be after Felicia. Just do the time. When you get out, you'll still be my Donna." Three years later, I came back. Nothing had changed. They still chose her. Even the son I bled for now calls Felicia "Mama." He looks right through me, his own mother. I didn't fight. Not like the old me. I just walked away. But when I finally vanished for good, Reginald lost his mind. He tore the world apart, begging me to come back. To be his Donna again.

A timid and ugly girl, Thea Jones was bullied by some of her schoolmates to death. All her life, Thea was nothing but a pushover. Hated by all and bullied by her classmates and her cousins, she lived a life miserable than death, not more than some trash. However, her life changed as a Tomboy Princess, from a fantasy land reincarnated as Thea and teaches everyone a lesson. This Tomboy Princess is known as the toughest girl in her entire realm. Being the strongest and most intelligent, she takes over Thea's life and sets all the wrong things right. Getting to those who bullied Thea in the past and also completing the task for her trials to get some amazing superpowers in her journey. Let's embark on the journey of Thea, where she becomes the stronger of the strongest and teaches all the bullies in her life and the school, a lesson they will never forget. In her way, she, the timid girl became the center of attention of everyone, especially for those unreachable boys who were at the top sometime ago. Yeah right...! You choose the right book. This is going to be the best book with humor, face-slapping, and adventure all in one. Do leave a review and comment from time to time to let me know how I am putting in the story. Thank you for choosing my book. Love your support. ❤️❤️

As I walk out of the emergency room, a woman rushes over to me. "You're a doctor, right? My son scraped his knee. Hurry up and come treat him!" I am about to explain, but she glares at me and questions indignantly, "Isn't a doctor supposed to save people? You have time to slack off, but you have no time to treat my son's wound. Is that it?" She grabs my collar and drags me toward the ward. I try to explain, "Ma'am, I’m not—" But she doesn't listen at all and slaps me across the face. "Not what? Are you blind? Can't you see my son is bleeding? Instead of helping my son, you treat those poor nobodies! If you keep delaying my son's treatment, I won't let you off! "Get on your knees and apologize to him right now! Otherwise, I'll file a complaint and have your license revoked!" I endure the sharp pain and struggle to lift my head. In my five years of practicing medicine, this is the first time I have ever been complained about by a living person. "It's not that I won't treat him. I am a forensic pathologist..."

On seeing Francesco’s name, I temporarily forgot all about my cramps and swiftly answered the call.  “You are so hot, it’s fucking insane. I just can’t seem to get enough of you, April.” Francesco growled, and my eyes widened into the size of saucers.  “Ugh, i-it just won't go all the way in, should we try a different position?” April moaned, which made me cough out a joyless laughter.  “Maybe you should stop moving and let me do the work, baby,” My husband replied, and I huffed mirthlessly. + Josephine Perkins used to believe happy endings existed only in fairytales until she met Francesco De Luca, her angel in human form. However, when she’s diagnosed with infertility three years into their marriage, Francesco’s attitude changes toward her completely and she becomes miserable. Her despondency is further heightened when she finds out about his other woman. One day while Francesco is with his other woman, she surprisingly has a miscarriage and nearly bleeds to death. Having had enough, Josephine divorces him amidst several obstacles. Five years later they meet again, when Francesco’s company is about to get taken from him and Josephine has now become a renowned lawyer. Will Josephine put aside their past differences and help him keep his company? What more when a new man shows up to win Josephine’s heart, will Francesco ever get a second chance to make amends?

Dalawang taon nang kasal si Lellah sa lalaking hindi pa niya nakikita. Ngunit nang gabing nag-celebrate sila kasama ang mga kaibigan, naisuko niya ang bataan sa isang estranghero. Samantala, sa edad na thirty-three, wala pa ring natitipuhan na babae si Linden kahit na kasal na siya. A man who is ambitious, arrogant, and super strict when it comes to work. He was not planning to take his parents’ decision seriously. To put the pressure away, he gave in and spent one night with a woman he met at the bar—Lellah. Pero paano kung muling magtagpo ang kanilang landas? Not just as two strangers who shared a one-night stand, but as employee and boss. Masundan pa kaya ang nangyari sa kanila sa gabing iyon?

For years, Nicole endured mistreatment under her aunt’s roof, but her unwavering resolve pushed her to excel. Against all odds, she graduated summa cum laude, securing a high-ranking position at the very company that had supported her education. She thought her struggles were finally over, that her years of sacrifice had paid off. But fate had other plans. Nicole found herself irresistibly drawn to her cold and enigmatic boss—the company’s CEO. Try as she might to resist, their connection deepened, blurring the lines between professionalism and desire. What she thought was love, however, turned out to be nothing more than a fleeting affair for him. Now trapped in an agonizing situation, Nicole struggles to maintain her composure. How can she stay civil when the man she loves—the man she once believed could be her future—sees her as nothing more than a passing fling? Worse still, how can she let go when her heart refuses to move on?

Minha melhor amiga, Maya, veio de Miami para passar a semana da minha despedida de solteira. Meus últimos dias de liberdade. Ela insistiu numa noite só de garotas para comemorar, pedindo todos os meus pratos favoritos por entrega. Ela me pediu para segurar o celular dela e esperar. Então o telefone acendeu. Uma mensagem de algum cara. Uma foto sem camisa. Texto: Preciso de você hoje à noite. Outra foto chegou em seguida. Brinquedos sexuais. Equipamentos de bondage, como saídos de um filme. Meu rosto queimava. Meu coração martelava contra as costelas. Eu tinha acabado de tropeçar na vida secreta dela. Mas a imagem seguinte fez meu sangue gelar. Um close no peito do homem. Uma cicatriz irregular que eu conhecia melhor do que o meu próprio reflexo. Pertencia ao meu noivo, Luciano Carbone.