Mère Célibataire

"นอนกับซีนะ ซียอมเป็นของพี่ลม ขอแค่พี่ลมไม่มีคนอื่นนอกจากซี" "คู่หมั้นตัวจริงของเธอคือพี่ชายของฉัน สักวันหมอนั่นก็คงจะกลับมา" "พี่ลมจะคืนซีให้พี่ชายของพี่ ทั้งที่คนที่ซีรักคือพี่เหรอคะ" "ความจริงก็คือความจริง บางทีสิ่งที่เธอทำอยู่ในตอนนี้มันอาจจะทำให้เธอเสียใจภายหลัง" "ซีไม่ยอมถอนหมั้นแน่ คนที่หมั้นกับซีและสามีของซีในอนาคต เขาจะต้องเป็นคนคนเดียวกัน" "..." "ซีจะใช้ปากกับตรงนั้นของพี่ลม!"

Kesalahan satu malam Bima beberapa tahun yang lalu, membuahkan janin di rahim wanita yang tidak ia kenal. Semula Bima tidak mengetahui hal itu sampai kemudian wanita itu datang ke meja prakteknya membawa seorang gadis kecil yang mengidap penyakit langka. Bima merasa benar-benar hancur dan terpukul ketika sejak melihat mata gadis kecil itu ia sudah sangat yakin bahwa gadis kecil itu adalah darah dagingnya, sebagian dari jiwanya. Lantas bagaimana dengan isterinya? Wanita yang sangat ia cintai namun belum bisa memberikan keturunan untuknya meskipun sudah empat tahun menikah? Dan perlukah Bima jujur pada Levina bahwa ia adalah laki-laki bejat yang memperkosanya dan meninggalkan dia begitu saja ketika Levina mabuk berat beberapa tahun yang lalu? Bagaimana kemudian nasib Anetta? Apakah dia bisa sembuh dari penyakit langkanya?

J’ignore comment les historiens futurs me jugeront. Me verront-ils comme un despote, un tyran sanguinaire, une folle qui renversa le monde ? Ou bien mes actes auront-ils une telle portée qu’ils rachèteront mes crimes à eux-seuls ? Une chose est certaine, mon nom est gravé si profondément dans le bois de la déesse qu’une éternité serait insuffisante pour l’en effacer. Fille de Seigneur, Luwise Sofunada est éduquée pour succéder à son père. En ce monde pourtant, nul pouvoir n’est héréditaire. Okateï, l’Arbre-Mère qui couvre la terre, désigne ceux qui auront la charge de protéger ses bourgeons. Luwise doit apprendre les devoirs d’une reine et mériter la confiance de la déesse pour hériter du trône. Mais désire-t-elle réellement cette responsabilité ? Alors que son entourage la pousse dans cette voie, les questions se bousculent. Ses doutes atteignent leur paroxysme lorsque se révèle une connexion particulière avec la déesse. Un don que certains considèrent de mauvais augure.

I had returned from overseas to attend my foster son's wedding, already wearing my dress for the evening. My former high school classmates recognized me and pointed at me, laughing wildly. They tore my dress off me without hesitation. Ruby Saunders apologized to me, but it was all an act. She looked at me with malevolence. She had instigated her lackeys to strip me in public. When I tried to retaliate, she slapped me so hard that I fell to the ground. I closed my eyes and laughed coldly as I saw the cruel excitement on her face. She used to imitate me and accuse me of copying her, but I always endured it. However, today was my last straw. I would not allow her to marry into my family and turn me into her mother-in-law, no matter what!

You're Mine Book 1: In Kendrick Natividad's motto, 10 years Age-gap was nothing to possess and become obsessed with his little girl, Haya De Silva. You're Mine Book 2: Duke Melendrez didn't mind if he's 12 years older than his princess, Clarisse Ann Victorino. He will do everything to get his princess by claiming that she was his greatest obsession. You're Mine series compilation of Kendrick Natividad & Duke Melendrez.

As the only daughter of a casino magnate, I have grown up surrounded by danger and betrayal. To keep me safe, my father has raised nine bodyguards from a young age. After I come of age, he asks me to choose one of them as my fiance. Everyone expects me to pick Harry Hunt, the man I have secretly loved for years. But I do not—not after what happened in my previous life. On the day of our engagement, I was kidnapped, and my hands were pierced with poison-tipped spikes. Tortured and desperate, I called Harry for help. His response still haunts me today. "Victoria, stop with these games. Your location shows you're still in the hotel suite. Trying to pull these pity stunts just to keep me to yourself? Pathetic." With another woman laughing in the background, I closed my eyes and gave up. As the iron cage sank beneath the waves and the sea filled my lungs, my life ended. Then, I open my eyes and find myself back on the day my father asked me to make a choice. This time, Harry's name is the first I cross off the list. But why is he crying and begging me to marry him at my engagement banquet with Jeffrey Reed?

In a fit of bravado, I save someone's life, only to sustain a head injury. Jenna Newson, my girlfriend of eight years, comes to visit me at the hospital. In order to pull a prank on her, I pretend to be amnesiac and ask who she is. While Jenna is momentarily stunned, she soon answers calmly, "I'm a classmate of yours."

**One girl. One mission. One deadly secret coursing through her veins.** Hilda Alegre thought escaping her abusive father was the hardest thing she'd ever do. She was wrong. Sold to a powerful criminal organization, the naive Filipino girl becomes their perfect weapon—not through training, but through a single injection that turns her blood into poison. One remote command, and she becomes a walking death sentence. Her target? Aron Nicastro, the crime boss's own son who dared to defy his father and disappeared into the shadows. But infiltrating the world of exclusive art galleries and elite criminals isn't easy when you've never left your rural village. Disguised as a street vendor, Hilda must get close to a man dangerous enough that his own father wants him dead—all while hiding the lethal secret pumping through her heart. **The rules are simple: Complete the mission. Don't get caught. Don't fall in love.** **Because in her world, one wrong touch could kill them both.** As mysterious protector Art watches over her and handler Gabriel struggles with his conscience, Hilda discovers that the deadliest weapon isn't the poison in her veins—it's the growing connection she feels to the very man she's supposed to destroy and the who need to protect. In the criminal underworld, trust is fatal, love is a luxury, and innocence is the most dangerous weapon of all. **Some missions are worth dying for. Some people are worth killing to protect.** **But when you're literally toxic to love, how do you choose between your heart and your life?**

He was, and had nothing when I met him. He was a terribly poor dreamer, and all he had was smooth words and endless promises. I gave up everything for him, including my family’s wealth, my privileged life, my identity as an heiress. I hid who I really was just to help him climb the ladder, brick by brick, until his name shone like gold. Our empire was built on my sacrifices. And how did he repay me? By throwing me away like a piece of used, wet tissue. By parading his new fiancée in my face and sneering, “Don’t you think I’m out of your league now?” He thought he could erase me. He thought he could take my love, my labor, my loyalty…and bury me like garbage. But he forgot one thing. I’m not just a girl he used. I’m an heiress. The gold in his pocket? The power in his hands? The empire on his shoulders? All of it came from me. Now I’ve returned to the world I left behind, with bodyguards at my side, a new fiancé chosen by my family, and more power than he could ever dream of. And when he calls me a gold digger? I’ll smile and remind him of the truth… “Gold digger? No. I’m the gold maker. And without me, Mr. Billionaire, you are nothing.”

A video of my boyfriend proposing to his secretary makes it to the trending topics. Everyone squeals over how romantic and touching it is. His secretary even posts on social media, "I've waited so long for you to appear, and I'm glad I didn't give up. I'll leave my life in your hands, Mr. Emerson." One of the comments goes, "God, this is so sweet. A CEO and his secretary—I ship them!" I don't weep or cause a fuss. Instead, I close the webpage and ask my boyfriend for an explanation. That's when I hear him talking to his friends. "I didn't have a choice. She would've been forced to marry someone she doesn't love if I didn't help her." "What about Vicky? She's your actual girlfriend. Aren't you afraid of her getting mad?" "So what if she is? She's been with me for seven years—she can't live without me." Later, I have my wedding on the same day as his. Our cars drive past each other, and I exchange bouquets with his secretary. When he sees me, he breaks down.