O Don Italiano

When I drink the amber-colored poisonous wine, I can hear the joyful melody of a toast song coming from the manor. The wedding between Emanuela Romano and my ex-fiance, Benedetto Martini, is being held there right now. The elderly butler, Vincenzo Romano, puts away the wine glass with a blank expression. The way he speaks is as somber as one sounds when they give a speech at a funeral. "You know the Don's will very well, Ms. Andreotti. Five years are officially up, yet neither Mr. Andreotti, Mr. Martini, nor Dr. Foscari is willing to pledge their loyalty to you via the blood vow. According to the rules, you must take your own life within seven days. "The Don had left the Ashwine to you as a means of protecting… what little pride you have." Scorching pain begins spreading from my throat. I just smile at Vincenzo in return. Pride? Does a bastard spawn of a loose Iernian woman deserve to retain pride of any sort in the cruel Andreotti family? I begin making my way toward the banquet hall, which is brightly lit. As I walk past the shimmering waters of the pond in the family garden, I can tell that the waters are insanely cold. Then again, nothing is as cold as my icy heart right now. After taking a deep breath, I fall face-first into the pond… only to feel an iron-clad grip wrenching me backward. As such, I collapse onto the lawn heavily. My older brother, Alessandro Andreotti, has bits of grass covering his expensive suit. Disgust is written all over his handsome face. "Eva!" he grits out through his teeth, his voice lowered. "Must you spoil the mood on Emanuela's big day?" He then scoots closer to me, his alcohol-tinged breath fanning over my face. "You want to die, huh? Go ahead and do that, but can you die somewhere further? Don't stain the Andreotti land!" Alessandro turns to walk in the direction of the radiant lights, leaving me on the lawn, completely covered in mud. I can feel the countdown of my lifespan burning my insides. Seven days… I only have seven days to live. Meanwhile, my very own brother wants me to die somewhere further away.

During the third year of our marriage, my husband's ex—whom he dated for eight years—suddenly shares a photo of a ten-million-dollar marital home on her social media. It's captioned, "I've finally gotten a mansion! Who's the best at dating? I am!" I gape at the image—I see my husband swiping his card at the real estate sales office in a corner of the photo. I leave a question mark in the comments. In the next second, my husband calls me to tell me off. "I'm just making good on a promise I made her when we were dating—to buy her a marital home. Why did you have to go insult her like that? Are you evil enough to turn me into a man who goes back on his word?" That evening, his ex shares another photo of a million-dollar renovation bill. I know it's a gift from my husband to appease her, but I don't care anymore…

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Matapos mamatay ang tanyag niyang amang si Elias Y. Alison, kilala bilang isang magaling na paranormal expert sa bansa. Ipinasa kay Entice Y. Alison ang responsiblidad na ituloy ang tradisyon ng kanilang pamilya sa pagtataboy at pagpuksa ng mga masasamang espiritu. Ngunit sa kawalan niya ng kakayahan makakita ng mga hindi nakikita ng normal na tao, naging isa siyang "parang normal lang expert" kung saan nang loloko siya ng mga tao para sa pera. Hanggang sa isang chinese family ang nakabisto sa kanilang modus kaya ngayon nabaon sila sa utang na 200 Million. Dahil sa utang na iyon napilitan siya pumunta sa isang sinumpang Haunted Mansion kung saan niya makikilala si Acezekiel Asmodeus, isang Incubus na nag alok sa kanya ng isang deal, deal kung saan ipapagamit ni EYA ang katawan niya kay Acezekiel kapalit ng pag kalaban nito sa mga kaluluwang kailangan niyang mapuksa. Maibalik kaya ni EYA ang reputasyong nasira niya at paano niya mababayaran ang 200 million na utang niya?

When my husband, Drake Connor, posted a photo of me on social media, this random woman mistook me for his mistress. She confronted me in the street, a baby in her arms and a crowd of relatives and friends in tow, ready to teach me a lesson. "You shameless tramp! How dare you seduce my husband! "I’ll beat you to death, you disgusting woman!" The crowd beat me, smashed my car, and ripped my clothes. I left that encounter bruised and battered, suffering a concussion and a fractured arm. In the end, I called the police and demanded justice. I had a divorce agreement drawn up and threw it in Drake's face. "If it weren’t for me, you’d be begging in the streets! And now you dare to hide a woman and child from me? "Get out! Don’t expect a penny from me!"

Five years after I rejected my mate, Shawn, he had become the Lycan King — and most importantly, he now had a beautiful mate. During the Werewolf Alumni Reunion, someone suddenly brought me up. “What’s Kendra been busy with? She hasn’t shown up at a single reunion in years.” Someone sneered. “She’s too busy seducing alphas from other packs — on airplanes.” “On airplanes?” “Yeah. She’s a werewolf flight attendant with FullMoon Airways. They cater to alphas and lunas from all kinds of packs. I’ve seen her on board before. You wouldn’t believe how flattering she acts around those prestigious wolves.” “Really? Kendra’s a werewolf attendant? No surprise — she’s always dreamed of being claimed by some single alpha.” Hearing that, Shawn, sitting at the center of the table, flinched slightly. His fists tightened. “A werewolf attendant?” he murmured. “Yeah, Shawn... but haven’t you gotten over her by now? It’s been years.” He froze for a second, then quickly composed himself and held his mate’s hand beside him. Everyone’s attention turned to the flickering moonstone ring on her finger. “I’ve long forgotten her,” he said flatly. “Come to my bonding ceremony next month. There will be a sacred ritual at the temple.” “Wow...” Applause filled the hall. But only I, whose soul had been drifting in the air all along, slowly lowered my head upon hearing the news.

Lilith Verona’s life looks perfect from the outside. The mansion, the husband who gives her everything, except freedom. Behind closed doors, Lucian’s love is control, his affection another kind of prison. Then Damien Blackwood walks into her world, Lucian’s estranged brother, all charm and danger, with eyes that seem to recognize every piece of her she’s been forced to hide. Their connection is instant, reckless, and impossible to resist. What begins as a spark becomes an affair that threatens to consume them both. But the closer Lilith gets to Damien, the more she realizes the truth: nothing about her marriage, her past, or even her identity is what it seems. And when the lies start to unravel, Lilith will have to decide who she really is… the woman her husband made her, or the one she’s finally brave enough to become. Because in a world built on power, betrayal, and blood, there are no saints between us.

Everyone in the underworld knew Rosalie Thorne, the "Thorn Principessa" of the North. Wild, rebellious, notorious. Street racing, high-stakes gambling, guns, and drinking, she had mastered them all. The rose-and-thorn tattoo on the nape of her neck drove countless men wild. But what they didn't know was that for Rocco, the new mob boss of the South, a single sentence, "I prefer a more obedient woman," was all it took. At his word, I had the tattoo lasered off and swapped my leathers for long, conservative dresses. I am Rosalie. For five years, I hid my identity and played the porcelain doll Rocco wanted. Until the night he eliminated all his rivals and was crowned the new Don of the South. That was when he let his men bow to another woman, hailing her as their "Donna." I watched Rocco. The same hands that had just executed a traitor were now gently placing a pair of red high heels on the feet of his adoptive sister, Vivian. "Rosalie, she has a temper. She'll make a scene if she doesn't get the title." "You're the good one, the obedient one. Just let her have this." That day, I walked straight out into the rain and never looked back. I was never truly obedient. I just made myself smaller for him. My family had already chosen a husband for me. They had been waiting five years, just for me to say yes.

Diselingkuhi membuat Naya memasukkan mantan keparatnya ke dalam buku hitam miliknya. Ia tidak mau bertemu, mendengar nama laki-laki itu. Perasaaannya yang sudah dia tata sedemian rupa, tak ingin ia hancurkan. Namun, Naya mungkin lupa kalau masih ada peluan pertemuan, meski sudah sangat berhati-hati. Bagaimana perasaan Naya ketika bertemu dengan mantan keparatnya? Apakah benar-benar bisa terus tertata rapi, atau malah sebaliknya?

Kan kujadikan dia wanita yang paling sempurna dan bahagia di dunia ini, melindunginya seumur hidupku ,mencintainya tanpa syarat dan alasan. "Darren Cakra Jaya". Kenapa harus aku ? Aku tak pantas untukmu , perbedaan kita sangat jauh dan terpampang nyata.. caramu memperlakukanku seperti hanya aku lah satu satunya di hidupmu .. sejujurnya aku takut ,aku sudah terlalu jauh jatuh kedalam duniamu.. aku sadar diri aku ini siapa ... Biar aku yang menahan rasa sakit ini ,kau tak perlu tahu. "Diantha Laluna Izzara".