Muerte Familiar

Los rebeldes me tomaron mientras estaba protegiendo a mi pareja, el Alfa Arturo. Volví tres años después, solo para encontrar que Arturo estaba de pareja con mi hermana, Calista. Mi hijo, Leo, no me reconoció. Solo veía a Calista como su verdadera madre. Rota, forcé a Arturo a desterrar a Calista con el apoyo de los Ancianos, aprovechando mis contribuciones pasadas. Pero ella murió en una manada débil y apartada. Envenenada. Después de su muerte, Leo me odió por ello. Arturo nunca me culpó, sin embargo. Solo seguía diciéndome que todo estaría bien. Pero cuando nuestra manada fue atacada de nuevo, me lanzó a nuestros enemigos sin dudar. Me dejó morir. Mientras yacía muriendo, lo escuché gruñir entre dientes apretados: —Si no hubieras vuelto, Calista habría sido mi pareja de por vida. Mi corazón se convirtió en cenizas. Entonces, abrí los ojos. Estaba de vuelta. De vuelta al día en que regresé después de haberme ido por tres años. Esta vez, miré a Arturo protegiendo a Calista, con Leo aferrado a ella. “Rompo nuestro vínculo de pareja. A partir de hoy, he terminado con todos ustedes.”

Un par de días antes del Año Nuevo, Diego —mi novio— decidió irse a la playa con su asistente. Yo no dije nada. No lloré, no grité, no hice escándalo. Incluso lo ayudé a empacar, con todo el cariño del mundo. ¿Y él qué hizo? Se burló. Me dijo que, ahora que estaba embarazada, por fin había aprendido a comportarme. Apenas se fue, me fui directo a abortar. En mi vida pasada, había intentado retenerlo con ese bebé. Y lo había logrado: él no se había marchado. Al final, su asistente había ido sola a la playa, y ahí la habían matado de una forma brutal. Diego siempre fingía que nada le afectaba. Siempre con esa cara tranquila, como si todo le diera igual. Pero, cuando estaba a punto de dar a luz, fue él quien me abrió el vientre con sus propias manos. Apretó con fuerza… hasta que asesinó a mi hijo. Y fue en ese momento cuando lo entendí todo: siempre me había despreciado, y desde la muerte de aquella mujer… me odiaba sin medida. Por eso, ahora, que había vuelto a nacer, pensaba dejarlo sin nada.

En mi vida pasada, obligué a Diego Ramírez —hijo de una familia en quiebra— a casarse conmigo usando como excusa el hijo que llevaba en mi vientre. El día de la boda, su amor verdadero dejó una carta de despedida antes de lanzarse al mar: “Al final, el verdadero amor nunca puede vencer al poder. Me rindo.” Cuando Diego recibió la noticia, no mostró la menor reacción; incluso sonrió mientras terminaba la ceremonia conmigo. Pero medio año después, el día del aniversario luctuoso de esa mujer, nos llevó a mí y a mi hijo de tres años a bucear. Me arrancó la manguera de oxígeno a mí y a mi hijo bajo el agua, y los dos fuimos ahogados vivos. Tras mi muerte, vi cómo colocaba mi cadáver frente a la tumba de su amada, pidiéndole perdón. “Carmen, ya vengué tu dolor. Si allá, donde descansas, lo supieras, ¿te daría alegría?” Al abrir los ojos de nuevo, regresé a aquella noche en que usé a mi hijo para obligarlo a casarse conmigo.

Tras la quiebra de mi familia, mi prometido, Javier Martínez, rompió el compromiso sin titubear y eligió a Lucía Giménez. Fue Pablo Romero quien saldó mis deudas, se hizo cargo del funeral de mi padre y me sacó del incendio en el que se había convertido mi vida. Durante los siguientes tres años, se quedó a mi lado. Justo cuando creí haber encontrado la redención, en la víspera de nuestra boda lo escuché conversar con su mejor amigo: —¿De verdad piensas casarte con Daniela? ¿No te da miedo que algún día se entere de que la muerte de su padre y la ruina de su familia fueron cosa tuya? —Lucía ya se casó con Javier. Me caso con Daniela y ya. Y si algún día lo descubre, ¿ qué? Yo pagué sus deudas, yo enterré a su padre. Con eso ya cumplí con ella. Ahí entendí que Pablo también me había mentido. De principio a fin, la única que se lo había creído todo había sido yo.

“You're mine now, Brittany.” He whispered in my ears. I froze. I don't remember telling him my name. Zayne…Zayne…oh God. Now, I remember why his name sounded so familiar…but it was too late, I thought as I lost consciousness. __ Brittany's life has been full of heartbreaks and pain, from her father's death to her mother's manipulation and abuse, while using religion as a weapon. She grews up with fear, guarding her virginity like a cloak because of her mother's constant words in her ears. Until she meets Zayne, known throughout New York as the CEO for his ruthlessness, he turns out to be Mafia too. Zayne claims her as his refusing to let her go. Will Brittany grow to love him and give him a chance after what he did to her? What happens when she's the only one who can save him from enemies flocking around him? __ “I'm letting you go, doll.” He mumbled as he held on to me, his eyes growing weak. My heart twisted in my chest as tears fell down my cheeks. No… “I don't regret a thing. You taking me was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

News of my groom's death arrived, but I shed no tears. Instead, I quickly reclaimed his shares and had his death officially recorded. Why? I was reborn. In my previous life, my family had adopted three boys to accompany me since childhood, all of whom were potential candidates to be my husband. As the heiress of the wealthiest family in the country, my father feared I wouldn't be happy marrying someone else we weren't familiar with. I chose Jayden, the most capable of the three brothers—but just three days after the wedding, he passed away. In my grief, I gave up on remarriage. With Jesse and Joel's persuasion, I lived the rest of my life as a widow. Upon reaching eighty, I went to Massalia, where we once pledged our love. There, I encountered Jayden…who had supposedly died sixty years ago! He was living with my maid, who had gone missing decades ago, surrounded by children and grandchildren, living a happy and contented life. When I realized I had been deceived my whole life, I was so enraged that my vision suddenly darkened. I died of a brain hemorrhage on the spot. When I awoke, I had returned to the day the news of his death had arrived. Let's see how a man who should have died intended to continue living!

“Let. Me. Go!” She said, trying to run away from the man who now had her cornered. A familiar scent filled her nostrils, but she could barely find it in her to speak let alone call for HIS help. “You are mine now,” he glared at her, his eyes filled with rage. Her heart raced, and she tried moving away from his tight grip as he wrapped his hand around her neck, choking her. “I will show you what it is to try and run away from your Alpha.” Her breathing ragged, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head before the man’s hand loosened around her neck. His green eyes met hers in the darkness, and it was seconds later before his tattooed arms wrapped around her, holding her to his chest. “And that is what you get for messing with my MATE, Stefano…” ********************************* What if everything was nothing more than a lie? What if what you know was not more than a game? What if what you held onto was the one thing that was to drop you? When Alpha Diego is given a task by his father, he is forced to play the ONE game he hates most. The game of love. And the one thing that makes it even worse is that he forced to play it against the one person that he is supposed to cherish. His mate, Lea Auditore…

Hera Jace Salviano belongs to the Salviano Family, one of the biggest and notorious Italian Mafia. Hera has an older brother name Cloud, the oldest heir of their family also the Chairmain-CEO of Valóre Sky Airline. Their family is legally owned cargo ships, travel cruises, and international shipments. They are just a common Mafia Family who has underground businesses and Casino's, Salviano's Family owned a private army. Hera is living a princess-perfect life with her older brother, not until someone makes their company crash. Cloud decides to send her sister back to their mother's country thinking that she will be safe, not knowing that the enemy he's avoiding is right next to his sister. Hera isn't familiar with the country she'll be living in now, but because of the contract that Cloud makes with their most trusted company partner Hacovo's, his sister's life is now easy. She always believes that money can buy happiness that not everyone can afford. She's an arrogant uncommon teenager who loves to collect the eyeballs of her victims. She's a psychotic mafia daughter who fell in love with a problematic suicidal man she met on a 50 feet high bridge after murdering 4 of her new classmates. Does her brother's decision was right? Or it can lead to her most unpredictable death? Does the love she found will be good for her or it can worsen the situation?

After two months of surviving on her own, Kieran returns to Concord, stepping straight back into the suffocating warmth of family love she isn’t sure she’s ready for. Fresh from a funeral and carrying wounds no one fully understands, she’s greeted by watchful grandparents, anxious relatives, and questions about a future that no longer feels like hers to decide. Concord is familiar, comforting even, but it’s also filled with memories she hasn’t healed from. Chief among them is Lucas, the boy who was once her best friend and then, without warning, walked away. No explanation. No goodbye. Just silence that hurt deeper than any fight ever could. His absence lingers, heavy with unanswered questions and unspoken feelings Kieran has never allowed herself to name. Seeking space, Kieran escapes to her favorite spot by the lake, hoping for peace. Instead, fate intervenes. The unmistakable growl of a motorcycle announces Lucas’s return, changed, bigger, sharper, and undeniably no longer the boy she remembers. One glance is enough to shatter the fragile calm she’s built. The past isn’t buried. It’s right next door. As summer begins, Kieran is forced to confront unresolved hurt, broken trust, and the dangerous pull of someone who once knew her better than anyone else. Some friendships don’t end cleanly...and some feelings refuse to stay buried.

Lilith Cleopatra Cortez happens to be as beautiful as the Greek Goddess Aphrodite, happens to be as richest as Bill Gates, and as deadly as Deadpool — is about to marry the multi-billionaire who has a dark secret, Nikolaus Monroe Florida, as her father wants to merge their business. She agreed as she promised herself not to disappoint her father again after her mother died because of her. She did an investigation into her husband and found out that he was an ex-navy SEAL, she tried everything to push him away to file a divorce paper, telling the demonic side of her, saying that she killed a lot of people, saying that she is a drug queen in the whole Russia. But it was not affected at all, instead, he confessed his feelings to her and promised to always stay by her side. She knows that she will just put Nikolaus’ life in danger but she pledged herself to protect the man who made her feel some unfamiliar emotions. Not until her father came and an accident happened that will cause her husband to suffer and mourn for her. That will also cause Nikolaus not to recognize her. *** Nikolaus will meet her with a different face and the feeling is familiar to him, seeing her tantalizing sapphire eyes reminds him of his wife, making his heart thumps promptly. It can't be... his heart won't beat for someone else but for his wife only! Not with the woman who has the same sapphire eyes as his wife.