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Elijah was force to marry a family business partner for the sake of connection, greed and wealth to empower their clan. She has no scape, she doesn't have any choice for she is the only maiden among her family members. Wala siyang kayang gawin kundi ang pikit mata na pumayag sa kasal habang nag sisilakbo ng pagtutol ang kanyang puso. Taimtim na nanalangin ng gumuhit ang kidlat sa kalangitan as the heavy rain pour in the whole place the car that she was in intentionally fell in the cliff leaving a goodbye crush of sound. At sa kanyang muling pag mulat ay isa na siyang asawa ng isang Alfaro na anak ng isang Governadorcillio sa panahong 1800's. Will she able to find peace in the place where she is not belong from the very beginning? Genre: Historical Fiction Status: On-going Date started: Nov. 02 (wed.) 2022 Time:11:44 pm Photo are not mine credit to the rightful owner © Plagiarism is a crime.

On Valentine's Day, I set up a candlelit dinner and waited. At 9 PM, my husband, Alfred Johnston, finally texted. [Something came up at work. Don't wait for me.] Then I saw her post. [On a business trip with the CEO for Valentine's Day. Every hotel is fully booked—awkward...] Vivian Bianca, his secretary. Attached was a photo of a guy in a bathrobe, standing by a floor-to-ceiling window. The comments were all 'ooh, CEO's so hot and girl, you're in for a night.' Vivian? Just dropped a smug emoji. So that's what "something came up" meant—a romantic getaway with his secretary. I screenshotted it, posted it on my own feed, and added a smiling emoji. A second later, Alfred called, fuming. "Vivian was joking! Why are you so petty? She's young, not as calculating as you!" I didn't let him finish. "Then let's get a divorce. That way, I won't have to care when you screw around and catch something."

"Just because you were right, doesn't mean I'm wrong. You just haven't seen life from my side." Nicholae's tears, despite his cold heart, voluntarily dropped to his cheeks. "Maybe the reason you left me was that you believe someone new will come into my life. Someone who would fix those permanent marks of scars and tiny holes in my heart you left behind. Someone who has faith, hope, and love more than you do." Mikai muttered to the photo where she believes Nicholae's promise of true love exists. Those were the two hurtful lines where Mikai and Nicholae's love story bind by a werewolf's business proposal. Packed with broken hearts, betrayals, and revenge. What will you do when you believe true love exists in the right place but at the wrong time?

When I was struck by a stomach illness, my boyfriend, Charles Fischer, was busy blowing out birthday candles with his assistant, Beverly Wagner. I lay there in excruciating pain, but he didn't even glance at me. Instead, he affectionately stroked her nose.  “Bev is a year older! Make a wish, birthday girl!” Later, after I had fainted and was rushed to the hospital, I called Charles, only for him to ignore me.  Meanwhile, Beverly posted a photo on Instagram. Gifts filled the screen, with the caption, [Yay! Charles is the best ever! Charles and Bev, together forever!] When I confronted him, Charles didn’t care at all. "It's Bev’s birthday. Were you expecting me not to spend it with her? If you can't handle it, we're done!" This was the umpteenth time he'd threatened to break up with me, always confident that I wouldn't dare to leave him.  Not this time.

Ang buong akala ni Chelsea ay si Kevin na ang para sa kaniya, ngunit nagkamali siya nang makipaghiwalay ito sa kaniya matapos ang kanilang one year anniversarry. Nadurog ang puso ni Chelsea, saka pumasok sa buhay niya ang kaibigan ng kapatid niyang si Franco na si Camerman. Lingid sa kaalaman ng lahat, isang secret billionaire si Camerman na nakatakdang humalili sa kanyang ama na si Don Pablo bilang CEO ng SOL Foundation—isang sikat na Foundation para sa mga bata at matatanda. Napilitan na lumayas si Camerman sa pamamahay nila matapos sumama ang loob nito sa kanyang ama sa kadahilanang ipapakasal siya nito sa isang hindi kilalang babae. Ayaw niyang matali sa babaeng hindi niya naman mahal. Dahil dito ay napadpad siya sa dormitoryo ng kaibigan niyang si Franco. Nangako si Camerman na tutulungan niya ang kaibigan niya na protektahan ang nakababata nitong kapatid na si Chelsea kapalit ng pananahimik ni Franco at hayaan siya nitong magtago muna mula sa kanyang ama. Naging aso't pusa si Chelsea at Camerman, ngunit kalaunan ay nahulog ang loob nila sa isa't isa. Paano kung malaman ni Chelsea na ang lalaking muling nagpatibok ng kanyang puso ay nakatakda na palang ikasal sa iba? Manaig pa rin kaya pagmamahal niya? O tuluyan na niyang tatapusin ang lahat?

I've been married to Elliot Graves, the mafia drug lord in NYC, for the past eight years. But today—on our wedding anniversary—I received a photo of him with my best friend, Lila, celebrating as if they were the ones married. And in her arms was my son, Owen. I stared at the image, then typed out two words in reply. “How perfect.” Half a hour later, Elliot stormed through the front door. His voice thundered through the hallway. “Why do you always have to be so bitchy to Lila?” Owen, my own little boy, shoved at my leg and glared. “Bad Momma,” he said. “I wish Miss Lila was my real mommy.” I didn’t flinch. I simply walked over to the drawer, pulled out the crisp stack of papers I’d long prepared, and dropped them on the table with a quiet finality. “Alright,” I said, my voice calm. “It’s all my fault. Now, can I go?”

I double over in pain after assisting Adrian Randall with a late-night operation. He immediately carries me to a ward to check on me. However, before he can do that, he receives a call from a patient and hurries off. That night, I miscarry. When I come out of the operating theater, I see his childhood friend's social media update. She's shared a photo of her baby bump. "He hurried to come to my side just because I was lost. You have to treat Adrian well in the future, my darling!" I rub my belly, which throbs with a dull ache. I don't cry and demand an explanation from Adrian as I would have in the past. Instead, I like the post and apply for a position on the Borderless Medical Assistance Program. The day I leave, the high and mighty Dr. Randall looks at me with red-rimmed eyes. He asks, "How can you bear to leave me behind?"

My husband, Hank, is dead.  On our wedding anniversary, he ventured out in the pouring rain to buy me a cake, only to be hit by a truck. His body was badly mangled in the crash.  My sister-in-law, Lyra, called me a killer, claiming that I did not deserve Hank’s inheritance.  My mother-in-law, Judy, kicked me out of the house.  Overwhelmed by grief and guilt, I often wondered if he would still be alive had I stopped him that day. Eventually, emotions gripped me, and I was diagnosed with cancer.  Judy came to visit me on my deathbed. “You’re an idiot to believe everything!”  She threw a family photo in my face.  The shock and anger were more than I could handle, and I breathed my last.  It turned out that Hank was never dead. He had a child with his old flame.  When I opened my eyes once more, I returned to the day my husband faked his death.

On New Year's Eve, Facebook blew up. The reason was that Bennett Miles, the golden boy of Crestmoor’s elite, posted an update. In the photo, a shy young woman hid her face as she leaned against his shoulder while he grinned. His eyes were full of affection and mischief. His caption read, "What do I do? Looks like I'm officially taken." Friends in his circle flooded the comment section with congratulations. The real frenzy began when Bennett announced that the first 10,000 followers to like, share, and comment on the post would each receive a gold bar. The internet went wild with envy and curiosity. Everyone scrambled to find out more about the woman in the picture. Then, someone claiming to have inside information started a livestream. "Stop guessing. Her name is Kara Sierra. You know Sierra Hall at Crestmoor College? That building was named after her! "Two years ago, she had kidney failure. Bennett personally donated one of his own kidneys to save her!"

My husband's childhood friend says she wants her crystal beads to soak up some of the good luck in our home. Because of that, he scatters the beads on the floor, making me slip and miscarry. I'm in agony as I lie on the operating table. I call my husband incessantly, but all he does is block my number. I lie in the hospital ward after the operation. I see my husband's childhood friend's social media update—a photo of him worshipfully holding out a certificate while getting down on one knee. It's captioned, "He loves me so much! I said I'm interested in running a business and he actually set up a company for me!" On the day of the branch company's grand opening, my husband's childhood friend wears an expensive custom-made gown. Meanwhile, I wear her discarded goods. I'm barred from even entering the building. I suppress my bitterness and call my lawyer. "Are the divorce procedures done?"