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When Ingrid Stewart, the prettiest woman in the factory, got dragged into an abandoned warehouse by a hooligan named Edmund Holloway, I didn't rush after them with a brick in my hand, unlike my past self in the previous life. Instead, I went to the nearest police station right away. In my previous life, I sustained heavy injuries in order to save Ingrid from Edmund. The Stewarts decided to marry her to me so that they could repay my life debt. After our marriage, I treated Ingrid with utmost sincerity, but all I received in return was her resentment. On the night the rundown apartment we lived in was on fire, I rushed into the inferno to push Ingrid and our son out of danger. In return, a beam crashed down on me. When I raised my head, I saw Ingrid dragging our son toward Edmund. Then, she said to me icily, "This is all your fault, you stupid coward! You're the reason why Edmund and I weren't able to get together for so many years!" Edmund guffawed loudly as well. "Right, I forgot to tell you that your son, whom you've loved for 18 years, is actually my child!" In the end, I kept coughing up blood because I inhaled too much smoke. Just like that, I died a gruesome death in the fire. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Ingrid gets harassed by Edmund. In this life, I choose to grant Ingrid and Edmund's wish of staying together.

I never wanted a man. I wanted a baby. After years of failed treatments, a cheating fiancé, and a body that kept betraying me, I made a decision. I would do this alone. No man, no heartbreak, no complications. Just me, a clinic, and a dream I refused to let die. Except the clinic made a mistake. One catastrophic, life-altering mistake. The sample I was inseminated with didn't belong to the anonymous donor I selected. It belonged to Dominic Sinclair, billionaire, ruthless businessman, and the most terrifyingly beautiful man I have ever seen in my life. And now I'm carrying his child. He finds out before I've even processed the shock myself. I expect lawyers. Paperwork. A cold corporate transaction. What I don't expect is him standing in my apartment doorway, silver eyes burning with something that looks nothing like indifference telling me that no child of his will be born outside his pack's territory. Pack. That's when I realized Dominic Sinclair isn't just any billionaire. He's a werewolf. Campaigning to be Alpha King of the entire North American packs. And I, a human, broke, still-heartbroken, carrying his heir, have just become the most dangerous variable in his entire political rise. He says he wants to protect me. His wolf says something else entirely. And the way he looks at me, like I'm something he wants to consume slowly, makes me terrified of one thing above all else. That I might let him.

I was nineteen the first time Cole Whitfield broke me. Not with cruelty. With a single word. Why. Not did you — why. Like the answer was already settled and he just wanted the story to make sense. I told him the truth anyway. He said nothing that mattered. So I picked up my bag, walked out of his apartment, and decided that a man who trusted a rumor over two years of me wasn’t worth a correction. I spent the next two years becoming someone I actually liked. New city. Graduate program. A published paper with my name on it. I was done with Cole Whitfield in every way a person can be done. Then I walked into Seminar Room 114 and he was sitting right there, gray eyes already on the door, like some part of him knew. I sat down. I opened my notebook. I did not look up. Here’s the thing about studying how people form beliefs: you understand exactly why he believed it. That doesn’t mean you forgive it. That doesn’t mean two years of silence disappear because he’s learned how to look at you like he’s sorry. He wants a conversation. I want my degree. But the campus is small, the seminar table is round, and the boy who broke my heart at nineteen is doing everything right at twenty-one — and I’m starting to understand that composed isn’t the same thing as healed. I hate that I still know the exact sound of his voice.

Gina and I were just ordinary werewolves in the Silver Claw Pack. Our incomes were modest, but we married well. Her mate was the captain of the Silver Claw Pack patrol unit. Mine, the fire squad leader. They grew up together—childhood friends—and were the youngest golden duo in the Werewolf Alliance. On the day we married, our mates each bought us a luxury high-rise apartment on the top floor of the central castle, side by side, with the promise of sharing life and death together. That is, until that fateful night. Rogues broke into the central zone. Chaos reached even the upper levels of our building. The tower caught fire. Amidst the thick smoke, I sent a desperate mind-link to my mate. He blocked it. Turns out, both our mates were busy shielding their shared first love, Lifu. They ignored our calls for help. Gina dragged me as we ran. She was six months pregnant; her pup was already kicking from the panic. Her mate never showed up either. We made it to the stairwell, where we were trapped for five hours. Toxic fumes filled our lungs. I went into labor too early. My pup didn't make it. Gina bled for three days in the hospital. Her pup was gone too. Meanwhile, our mates were digging through the wreckage—twenty-four hours straight—searching for Lifu's lost dog. That was it. Right then and there, Gina and I looked at each other and knew. We were done.

Kelly, found herself in bed with the most wealthy, single, handsome bachelor in the world. Surprised, discovers they had a one night stand. Daniel, the wealthy billionaire is more stunned to find out he could bed a woman for he had a very rare disease, which could not make him mate with women. Kelly, not knowing this, is ashamed and embarrassed, so she dashes out of the hotel room, before the billionaire could wake up. Daniel, on the other hand, immediately ordered for her to be found, for he needed her for his plan. Kelly, unknown to how she had a one night stand with a wealthy billionaire, is shocked to find him at the doorstep of her house, offering her a contract marriage. Confused, refuses at first, for she has a boyfriend. But when she gets to her boyfriend's apartment, she finds him in bed with her step sister. Hurt, she goes back to the billionaire and accepts his proposal. They signed a contract, and began living together, but not peacefully, for the billionaire, Daniel was in love with someone else and she is in fact the main reason why he offered Kelly a contract marriage. How is the billionaire's lover the reason behind their contract marriage? What secret disease does the world famous, handsome billionaire have? Who is Kelly exactly? Will the billionaire finally achieve his aim and chase Kelly away, after the contract, or would he fall in love with her, and never let her go? Why don't you delve in with me and find out, in this billionaire romance filled with twists?

"You can fool my eyes but not my heart" *** Adrina Cordovez is living her life to the fullest. Simple ang kanyang buhay sa Miami, Florida hanggang sa sumulpot sa pintuan ng kanyang apartment si Siara Del Prado. Ibinalita nitong patay na si Kelly, ang kanyang kakambal na naiwan sa Pilipinas. Nakiusap ito sa kanyang magpanggap bilang ang nakatatandang kapatid habang hindi pa nila alam kung ano ang sanhi nang bigla nitong pagkamatay. Nangako si Siara na bukod sa makakatanggap ng malaking perang kailangan niya para masimulan ang pangarap na flower shop ay hahanapin din nito ang kanyang ina na matagal na niyang nais makapiling. She was left with no choice but to come back and pretend. She has to know what is the real reason behind Kelly's death. How ironic dahil matagal niyang tinakbuhan ang Pilipinas at lahat ng mga ala-alang nakalakip niyon. Sa muling pagtapak sa bayang sinilangan, ang lahat ng mga bagay na pilit niyang kinakalimutan ay unti-unting nagbalik kasama na doon ang kanyang childhood crush— si Emir, na napangasawa pala ni Kelly. Ang sama ng loob na kinimkim ay isa-isang nagsisipaglabasan habang tumatagal na kasama niya ito. Will she be able to solve the mystery behind the sudden death of her sister? How can she pretend as the wife of the jerk who shattered her young heart years ago?

After always doing the right thing and setting the proper example for her sisters, Elena  has now decided that enough is enough and has ended her relationship with her cheating fiancé. After confronting Ramsey at the airport as he was travelling  with Catalina, his personal assistant, she informed him that the relationship is no longer going to work. She wakes up not remembering the night before or why she is in her pants in a strange man's bed with no memories of the night before. Ramsey, of course, believes that she would simply fall back in line, but this time she is not. After a brief journey to San Luis, she wakes up not remembering the night before. In the instance of Elena, it was a matter of crawling away from the situation, but it appears like running away is the best alternative. The events that take place after that are a fast-paced, action-packed adventure, as well as the learning of a mysterious and accidental  marriage. It was not Justine’s intention to fall in love; the only thing that mattered to him was locating the girl he considered to be his younger sister, Thessy, and putting his aunt's mind at ease. Elena was not someone he had any intention of crossing paths with. After witnessing her humiliating descent from his penthouse apartment and coming to the realisation that he had been drugged, he was under the impression that she was working with the individual whom he considers to be responsible for Thessy's disappearance. However, as snippets from the previous night gradually manifest themselves and a marriage certificate is brought to light, he finds himself with a wife he never anticipated, and he finds himself suddenly experiencing feelings and love for her.

"Please turn the lamp off, Maximilian. You do not want to see my stomach under this bright light," I whispered, pulling the heavy blanket over my chest. "I am never turning the lamps off again, Alexandra," Maximilian replied. He gently pulled the blanket out of my hands and tossed it aside. "Your ex-boyfriend was a blind fool. I want to look at every single inch of you. I am absolutely obsessed with your full hips, your thick thighs, and your soft stomach." For two years, data intern Alexandra Petrov believed her boyfriend turned the bedroom lights off because he was traditional. On the night of their second anniversary, she discovers the devastating truth. She finds him fully naked in their brightly lit apartment with her painfully thin older sister. He explicitly confesses that he only demands darkness because he is completely disgusted by Alexandra's heavy, curvy body. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alexandra runs into the freezing Chicago rain and directly crosses paths with Maximilian Volkov. He is the ruthless billionaire CEO of Volkov Industries, and he is secretly her ultimate boss. Maximilian is instantly captivated by her gorgeous face and her plump figure. He moves her into his highly secure penthouse and establishes a strict physical rule. There will be absolutely no hiding in his home. Maximilian will use his massive wealth to ruin the people who destroyed her self-esteem, and he will spend every single night worshipping her beautiful curves with all the bedroom lamps blazing brightly.

I died five years ago. Now my husband, the Don of our Mafia family, wants me to take the fall for his sister again—this time for accidentally killing a British noble's heir during an arms deal. He's holding a fake confession letter with my forged signature, storming into my old apartment in the rust district, only to find it empty. Frustrated, he grabs the corner store owner downstairs, demanding to know where I am. The owner pauses, wiping his hands on his apron, calmly tells him: "Serafine? She died five years ago." "Heard it was retaliation from a rival family during the gang war. They ambushed her in an alley... shot her over a dozen times. She died immediately." My husband, Lucien, refuses to believe it. Convinced the owner is on my payroll, hiding me to help me escape his reach. He scoffs, his eyes filled with scorn: "Oh, so what? Because I called her out for messing up that last job, now she's throwing a tantrum?" "You tell her, if she doesn't come back and take the fall in three days, I'll revoke her grandmother's 'special family protection'! Let the old woman rot!" With that, he storms out, his rage still simmering. The owner watches him leave and sighs, shaking his head. "There's no grandmother left to protect... That woman passed away not long after Serafine did... couldn't survive the winter without our family's medical supplies and protection..."

After seven years of marriage, my wife had rarely asked me to accompany her back to her parents' home. She always said she didn't want me stepping into that cramped, crowded little house and feeling wronged. This year, during the New Year, I happened to be in the city where my in-laws lived for a business trip. By chance, I came across a local video online. It was posted by a resident of an upscale neighborhood. "Mom, Dad, my beloved wife and son—thank you for giving an orphan like me a complete and happy life." The elderly couple in the video were dressed in the same high-end outfits I had bought for my in-laws. I thought of how frugal they had always been, how they lived simply and spared every penny. A decision formed in my mind: tomorrow, I would buy them a place in that very neighborhood, in their name, so they could enjoy a comfortable retirement. It would be my small act of filial piety. But the next day, the moment I stepped into the residential complex, I saw my in-laws coming downstairs—with my wife and a child. Could it be that my wife had secretly bought them an apartment? I pressed my lips together, about to step forward, when a man rushed over and caught my father-in-law just as he nearly stumbled. "Dad, careful now." My footsteps froze. My wife was an only child. I had never heard of any foster relatives. He called my father-in-law "Dad." Then… who was I?