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One's freedom could also be other's demise. Renata Viglianco, also known as Revi VI, is a young girl living peacefully in Atolon Island. For her, she is nothing but a prisoner caged on the island because of what happened almost four centuries ago. She always dreamt about going outside and see the wonders of nature, the marvelous creation of mankind, and the Tall Towers of Titus, their deity. Because of those dreams, she vowed to save her loved ones against the nefarious people of Madreign who slaughtered their ancestors because of selfishness. Until one day, a series of events triggered her innocence. It ruined her childhood and took away her sense of joy. Renata's dream shattered into pieces and she wanted to give up. However, to surpass the wicked victors, she needed to take another step forward and reach her dream, freedom.

No meio da noite, meu marido começou a falar dormindo. — Meu pequeno tesouro, papai vai levar você e a mamãe para a casa nova amanhã. Mas estávamos usando proteção. De onde diabos surgiu uma criança? Então liguei o celular dele. Vi as transferências de dinheiro para outra mulher, gastas em todo tipo de luxo e uma casa. O álbum de fotos tinha fotos dela com uma roupa de stripper bem reveladora, uma pequena barriguinha. A última era um ultrassom. De quatro meses, pelo que parecia. Não disse nada. Apenas salvei as provas. Eles estavam prestes a aprender o preço de trair uma princesa da máfia.

My boyfriend is a forensic doctor. I've been abducted and tied to a bomb—there's only ten minutes to detonation. The abductors force me to call my boyfriend, but all I get is a scolding. "What the hell do you want, Michelle? What are you playing at, using your life as an excuse just because you're jealous? "Vi's cat has already been stuck in a tree for three days. She loves it like it's her life! If you delay me from saving it, you'll be a murderer!" I hear a coquettish voice ring out on the other end of the line. "Thank you for this, Kev. You're amazing!" I recognize that voice—it belongs to my boyfriend's childhood friend. I text my boyfriend when the bomb is about to explode. "Farewell forever. I pray we won't meet each other again in another life."

Meu marido, o comandante, prometeu acompanhar a ex quando ela entrasse em crise. Só noventa e nove vezes. Mas, quando completei a contagem das noventa e nove, vi os dois abraçados com força. Depois disso, parei de chorar e de tentar impedir que ele fosse encontrar ela. Apenas pedi o escapulário como presente para o filho que estava prestes a nascer. Ao ouvir falar da criança, a expressão dele ficou um pouco mais suave: — Quando eu voltar, vou com você ao hospital fazer o pré-natal. Assenti, obediente. Não contei a ele que, dez dias atrás, protocolei o pedido de divórcio. Agora nós já estamos divorciados.

Late one night, a thread blew up and hit the front page of a famous forum deep in New York’s underworld. The original poster had dug up an old prompt: “Name three words that sum up your youth.” Then an account that’d been dormant for years popped up in the replies. Its avatar was a backlit silhouette of a girl in a white dress, username: Seraphina. That was Seraphina Rossi. The Rossi family heiress, the undisputed it girl of New York’s underworld. She typed: Vibrant. Passionate. And Rico Valentino. All hell broke loose in the thread. The wild Valentino’s heir and the breathtaking Rossi heiress had once loved each other hard, only for it all to end in bitter regret. Nearly everyone in New York’s underworld had watched that heartbreak play out. Including me. I turned my head, staring at the man sleeping beside me. This was the man next to me: the once reckless kid who’d ruled the streets of Queens with his bare fists, now the Don of the Valention family. Poised. Unshakable. And he didn’t love me. I’d always known Rico still kept in touch with Seraphina. That he’d met her in secret, more than once. That’s why he’d refused to make our marriage public. His excuse was always the same: “Keeping your identity off the grid keeps our enemies from targeting you.” But I knew I was the one standing between Rico and the woman he’d never stopped loving. If all three of us were just going to keep hurting like this? I’d rather walk away. Let them have each other. I’d made up my mind. I was divorcing Rico.

My boyfriend is a forensic doctor. I've been abducted and tied to a bomb—there's only ten minutes to detonation. The abductors force me to call my boyfriend, but all I get is a scolding. "What the hell do you want, Michelle? What are you playing at, using your life as an excuse just because you're jealous? "Vi's cat has already been stuck in a tree for three days. She loves it like it's her life! If you delay me from saving it, you'll be a murderer!" I hear a coquettish voice ring out on the other end of the line. "Thank you for this, Kev. You're amazing!" I recognize that voice—it belongs to my boyfriend's childhood friend. I text my boyfriend when the bomb is about to explode. "Farewell forever. I pray we won't meet each other again in another life."

"Cincin kamu ini, kamu percaya gak kalau cincin ini harganya lima ratus juta?“ “Hah? Ya gak mungkinlah. Ini itu cincin murah.“ “Tapi aku beneran yakin, Mir. Suamiku pengusaha berlian, aku sedikit banyak tahu tentang hal itu. Dan di cincin kamu ini setiap sisinya diantara baris M dan H bertabur berlian dengan kualitas yang gak bisa dianggap biasa.“ Aku terpaku mendengar penuturannya yang gak masuk akal sama sekali. Mas Haris cuma jualan tahu sedari muda. Dari mana dia mendapatkan uang untuk membeli cincin semahal ini. “Aku juga yakin kalau cincin ini bukan warisan. Pasti ditempa dan kalau kamu gak percaya kamu bisa cek di tokoku, Mir. Jujur deh, suami kamu konglomerat?" “Vi jangan bercanda, suamiku cuma tukang tahu.“

Yo, con mi trastorno cognitivo, entré a un juego de terror. Para los demás, lo grotesco y espantoso es puro horror, pero en mi percepción, se transforma en belleza y pureza. Así que, mientras todos luchan por sobrevivir, yo vivo esto como un juego de citas y crianza. Trato al duende con apariencia de niña como una hija, al conde Vampiro de las tinieblas como a un esposo guapo, y a los espectros ancianos como a padres a los que venerar. La primera vez que vi al conde, cubierto de sangre seca y con el rostro desfigurado, se me sonrojaron las mejillas. —¡Qué guapo eres! El conde se quedó desconcertado y preguntó en voz baja: —¿De… de verdad soy guapo?

A quince días de la boda, Santiago Velasco y yo tuvimos una pelea feroz. La razón no era otra: él quería tener un hijo con la hija de su profesor. —Solo iremos a hacer una fertilización in vitro, no hay nada entre nosotros —dijo con una calma que me heló hasta los huesos—. El profesor está muy enfermo, lo único que desea es ver a Valeria con alguien que la apoye en el futuro. —¿Y tú? —le reproché—. Nos casamos en quince días y tú vas a tener un hijo con otra mujer. ¿No te parece absurdo? Vi cómo Santiago cerraba la puerta de un portazo y, sin pensarlo, publiqué en mis redes: "Boda en quince días, busco un novio nuevo, ¿alguien se apunta?"

Harper Mercader, isang babae na ginupo ng pagkakataon. Isang asawa na labis na nagmamahal ngunit naiwan na umaasa at nasasaktan. Muli na babangon at bubuuin ang sarili upang maipaghiganti ang kan'yang puso na nasugatan. Evan Ruiz, isang lalaki na namumuhay sa galit at poot. Walang iba na hinangad kung hindi ang makaganti sa mga tao na nanakit sa kan'ya at sa kan'yang pamilya. Walang pipiliin ang kan'yang puso sa paghihiganti, lalo na sa babae na tinalikuran siya sa kanilang kasal. Sa mundo ng pagkabigo at pag-aalinlangan; Sa mundo na puno ng galit at paghihiganti; Sa mundo ng lokohan at pagtatraydor; May tunay na pag-ibig pa kaya na sisibol?