Pap Smear Clamp

My marriage certificate with Shane Galingston was lost again. By the time we went to replace it for the ninth time, his childhood sweetheart deliberately raised her voice as she said, "Lily has been divorced eight times and has had nine abortions. She also has AIDS and syphilis… practically every vice in the book. Did you know all that?" With a loud crash, a newlywed couple sitting nearby was so startled that they fell to the floor, groaning in pain. In an instant, contemptuous and disgusted gazes poured in from all directions, pinning me in place. The icy slime of rotting refuse dripped down my face, chilling not just my skin but my heart as well. This time, I didn't hold back. I turned and walked straight toward the complaint counter. But Shane, who had stayed silent all along, suddenly grabbed my arm. He wiped the filth from my face and coaxed me in a low, gentle voice. "Don't be angry. She's just childish—she likes to fool around. She didn't mean to smear your name. "Besides, she's not targeting you. She's just throwing a tantrum at me. How could I not know what kind of person you are?" As he spoke, he shot his childhood sweetheart a helpless yet indulgent glance. "Go ahead and help us reissue—" I pushed his hand away without expression and cut him off. "No need. Let's get a divorce."

Cuando mis papás me llamaron para decirme que fuéramos a la casa de mi amigo de la infancia para conocer a la chica de su cita arreglada, él todavía seguía durmiendo profundamente a mi lado. Pensé que era una broma y susurré: —Marcelo, dicen que te han arreglado una cita. Soltó un «Ajá...» soñoliento y me atrajo hacia sus brazos: —Mi Luci, échame una mano después a elegir ropa y con el pelo, ¿va? Al notar que me quedaba tiesa, Marcelo abrió los ojos y soltó una risa burlona: —Oye, ¿qué te pasa? No somos nada más que sexo con complicidad, ¿no me digas que creíste que me iba a casar contigo?

Llevaba seis años casada en secreto con mi esposo, Mateo Díaz, el CEO de la empresa. Pero en todo ese tiempo, él nunca permitió que nuestro hijo lo llamara "papá". La gota que derramó el vaso fue cuando, una vez más, faltó al cumpleaños de nuestro hijo por con su secretaria, Silvia Vega. Finalmente, saqué el acuerdo de divorcio que llevaba tiempo preparando y me fui para siempre con mi hijo. Aquel hombre siempre tan sereno perdió el control por completo, irrumpiendo en la oficina como un loco para preguntar por mi paradero. Pero esta vez, mi hijo y yo ya no miraríamos atrás.

“You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to, Lilliana,” Dante reassured me, standing in his tuxedo, looking far too delicious to be saying that on my wedding day. “But everything is settled,” I said, trying not to smear too much of my makeup as I cried uncontrollably. “Why doesn’t he love me, Dante?” A sob tore through me. “Come with me,” he said, his voice low and dark—practically a command. “What?” I asked, looking up at the stoic, dangerous man in front of me. “Come with me,” he repeated, holding out his hand. “I’ll make sure everything goes away, fiorellino.” I looked down at his hand, at the tattoos swirling around his fingers. And even though a hand like Dante Gallo’s should have scared me, nothing had ever felt so safe. So I stepped forward, took his hand in mine, and looked up at him. “Take me away.” ** Two ruthless men. One stolen bride. A love too wild to be contained. Lillian thought she had finally secured the life she always dreamed of — until her perfect engagement crumbles in one night of shocking betrayal. Whisked away from the wreckage of her wedding by the dangerous and devastating Dante Gallo, she finds herself caught between two powerful forces: Dante, the mafia king who has loved her from afar, and Damien Volkov, the lethal enemy who refuses to let her slip through his fingers. Torn between loyalty, passion, and a fierce desire for freedom, Lillian faces a choice that could break all three of them. But what if she refuses to choose at all? In a world of power, obsession, and forbidden love, some hearts aren't meant to be divided — they're meant to be shared.

El día que papá asistió a una fiesta con su ex y se volvió tendencia, todos se burlaban de mi mamá. Decían que había dejado atrás una gran carrera para entrar en una familia rica, pero después de treinta años seguía sin nombre ni lugar, sin siquiera el valor de reclamarle a la amante. Después de tanto llorar, mamá me miró cansada. —Él me falló primero, así que yo tampoco lo quiero. —Amanda, ¿te vas conmigo? Justo entonces sonó mi celular. Era un mensaje de mi novio de siete años: "Amanda, solo es un acta de matrimonio. ¿No podemos seguir como novios?" Guardé silencio unos segundos antes de asentir. Así fue que, el mismo día de su boda, mamá y yo desaparecimos entre las llamas de la mansión.

Lívia Pereira permanecia parada no meio da multidão, segurando com força duas pilhas de papéis. Uma era o laudo médico que diagnosticava déficit afetivo; a outra, um acordo de divórcio. Três horas antes, ao perceber que o sistema do hospital registrava seu estado civil como divorciada, ela havia ido pessoalmente ao cartório. A funcionária ergueu a cabeça: — Senhora, a senhora e Rodrigo Costa se divorciaram legalmente há três anos. A expressão de Lívia congelou: — Como assim? Há três anos nós tínhamos acabado de nos casar. A funcionária confirmou novamente, e o tom soou estranho: — Está correto. A data do divórcio foi exatamente sete segundos após o casamento.

Synopsis Adrian Velasco, the untouchable 32-year-old billionaire behind Velasco Innovations, built an empire of “living glass” that reshaped Manila’s skyline. Sa mata ng publiko, he is a cold genius; to the elite, a dangerous rival. But beneath the glittering towers lies betrayal and a secret that could ruin him. Enter Elena Vargas, isang fearless investigative journalist. Determined to expose corruption tied to Velasco Innovations, she risks her career—and her life. When a scandal erupts linking Adrian to illegal government contracts, his enemies close in. To protect his empire, Adrian makes a shocking move: he proposes a one-year marriage to Elena, his greatest critic. “Be my shield,” he offers. “Expose me if you can.” Their sudden engagement shakes the nation. Social media erupts with #VelascoVargasWedding, calling it either a PR stunt or a love story. Forced into a public romance, Adrian and Elena clash behind closed doors, yet sparks of attraction begin to blur the line between duty and desire. Elena sees glimpses of Adrian’s hidden heart—funding schools, rebuilding towns—while Adrian is disarmed by her stubborn morality. But the game turns deadly. Rafael Santiago, Adrian’s ruthless rival and half-brother, orchestrates the smear campaign. Backed by political dynasties, he vows to destroy Adrian and claim Elena. Betrayal cuts deep when Adrian’s most trusted ally sells him out, forcing him and Elena to fight side by side. In a glass-shattering climax at Velasco Tower, their fake marriage becomes dangerously real as they confront Santiago. Adrian sacrifices billions to save his legacy; Elena risks everything to expose the truth. When the contract ends, their act has become reality. Elena chooses to stay—not as his shield, but as his equal. Adrian, once cold as glass, finally learns to love again. “This time, no contracts. Just us”

I was born to shine. But the fate had others plans for me. The moment my feet left the edge, the world fell silent. There was only wind. And peace. For one fragile heartbeat, I was free. Like a bird. Then something slammed into me from behind. Arms. Hard. Unforgiving. The impact hurled me sideways instead of down. Wood splintered. Something inside me cracked. Darkness rushed in and I welcomed it. … “Open. Your. Eyes.” The voice was quiet, slow, deliberate. It forced its way through bone and blood. An Alpha command. Pain detonated through me as air tore back into my lungs. My body convulsed against my will. I tried to sink back into the quiet—to finish what I had started. “You were NEVER given permission to die.” Power wrapped around the words like chains. My eyes snapped open. We were beyond the pack’s borders. The air felt colder. Wilder. Untouched by law or duty. For one second, I had belonged to nothing. And he had dragged me back. He loomed above me, fury carved into every sharp angle of his face. His breathing was controlled, his posture dominant - absolute. If anyone were watching from the cliffs, they would see an Alpha asserting ownership. His jaw tightened, irritated at being forced to deal with something that should have already been resolved. I had complicated his plans. “Drink.” His wrist pressed my mouth. The metallic scent hit first. I tried to clamp my lips shut. But Alpha commands do not ask. They take. My mouth opened against my will and his blood burned down my throat, spreading heat through my chest. A cruel gift. He would not even grant me the mercy of dying on my own terms. And I understood - even my death did not belong to me.

Estuve embarazada del cachorro de mi compañero destinado. Del cachorro del Alfa Seth. Pero durante doce años, se negó a reconocer lo nuestro. Era su secreto. Su sanadora. Nada más. Ni siquiera permitió que nuestro cachorro, Leo, le dijera papá. Todo porque odiaba que el destino eligiera a una pareja “impura” como yo. Aseguraba que lo había drogado, que lo había atrapado usando a un niño. Faltó a la ceremonia del Primer Aullido de nuestro cachorro por irse con otra hembra. Una Beta poderosa llamada Sarah. Esa fue la gota que derramó el vaso. Lo rechacé. Me llevé a mi cachorro y escapé. Dicen que el orgulloso Alfa se volvió loco. Que el dolor del rechazo lo destrozó y que comenzó a buscarnos por todos lados desesperado. Pero ya no hay marcha atrás. No existe el perdón.

Mi hija Sofí era una pianista muy reconocida. El día de la final, alguien la encerró en el baño y, confundida, perdió la oportunidad de ganar el campeonato. Revisé las cámaras, descubrí a la culpable y me preparé para denunciar esa trampa. Pero mi esposo Andrés, me detuvo con firmeza. —Es solo una travesura de niños. Si insistes en denunciar a la hermana de Isabel, haré que Sofía ni siquiera obtenga el segundo premio. Temblé de rabia. ¡No podía creer que Andrés fuera capaz de humillar así a su propia hija solo por proteger a la hermana de su secretaria! En ese momento, Sofía me tomó de la mano, aguantando las lágrimas. —Mamá, ya no quiero el campeonato. Y tampoco quiero a papá. Apreté su mano con fuerza. —Está bien. Si tú no lo quieres a él, yo tampoco lo quiero.