Paper Doll

I fought with my husband, Alessio, the Don of the Moretti family, over the mistress who'd given him twin sons. The next day, he stormed into my bedroom and put a gun to my head. "Did you take my sons?! You vicious bitch!" While I was still in shock, he ordered his men to lock my eight-year-old daughter, Lucia, in the icehouse for three whole days of "training." He gave me an ultimatum: Lucia would stay there until I brought him his sons. Lucia froze to death in that icehouse. I returned with her death certificate in my hand, my heart a hollow stone in my chest, only to find him moving his mistress and their sons into the home we once shared. He was cheerful, dismissing the whole thing as a misunderstanding. He even had the audacity to tell me to go get Lucia to meet her "new little brothers." I just stared, tears tracking paths down my face, the life inside me extinguished. It wasn't until that thin piece of paper—the death certificate—fluttered to the floor that the color drained from Alessio's face. He finally realized Lucia was gone. Killed by his own blind, cruel pride.

Wanda's three years of marriage to her college best friend, Anderson is about to collapse when she can't bear him a child. At least a female child could have given her some worth. Anderson was so determined to prove to his parents his choice to marry her but she couldn't give him a male child. One morning, Anderson came into the house angered and frustrated looking for Wanda. Meanwhile, Wanda was in the bathroom trying to check the pregnancy tube hoping for a positive result but unfortunately, Anderson barged in and grabbed her by her hair, mercilessly hitting her. After signing the divorce paper, Wanda left the house but forgot the pregnancy tube in the bedroom. Anderson sees it and discovers that Wanda is pregnant but she is already gone.

I finally recovered my sight. Just as I was about to tell my parents about it, a slip of paper on the table caught my attention. "Don't tell your parents you've recovered your sight."

“Ipapalaglag mo ang anak natin?!” galit na sigaw ni Carcel sa'kin. “Pinirmahan ko na ang divorce paper 'di ba?! Kaya huwag kang mangialam sa gagawin ko, Carcel!" “Huwag mong idamay ang bata, Jett! Ipanganak mo lang iyan, at kami na ni Gia ang magpapalaki sa kanya!" "Ginag*go mo ba talaga ako, ha?!" tumutulo ang mga luha ko sa sakit. "Gusto mo ba talaga akong durugin nang buong-buo, Carcel? Hindi ba sapat na niloloko mo ako para sa kapatid ko na 'yon at sa anak niya, tapos ngayon gusto mo pang ipanganak ko ang anak natin para kayo na mag-alaga?!" "J-Jett, minahal kita. Pero si Gia na ang mas matimbang sa akin ngayon kaya---" "Kaya nga ipapa-abort ko na lang ang nasa sinapupunan ko! Para tuluyan nang maputol ang koneksyon ko sa'yo!" umiiyak kong sigaw at tumalikod. "No, Jett! Hindi ako papayag na may gawin kang masama sa bata!!" Nagmamadali akong tumakbo sa kalsada para tumawid sa takot na mahabol niya pa ako. "NOOO!! JEEETTT!!!" Subalit nanigas ako sa kinatatayuan nang may isang malaking truck ang malakas na bumusina. Nabulag ako ng ilaw niyon ngunit alam kong nasa harapan ko na ito. Sa pagkabigla ay pawang hinihintay ko na lamang na bumangga sa katawan ko ang truck. "JETT!!" mabilis akong tumilapon sa malamig na semento dahil sa kamay na tumulak sa akin, hindi ako ang nabangga ng truck.  Nanlalaki ang mga mata ko sa gulat nang makita si Carcel na gumulong-gulong sa kalsada kasabay nang pagkalat ng kanyang dugo. "CARCEL!!!" Na-comatose si Carcel sa loob ng limang taon, at nagising siyang may-amnesia. Nakalimutan niya si Gia, at ang pagmamahal sa akin lamang ang naaalala. Ngayon ay umaakto siyang parang hindi siya nagloko at halos magmakaawa sa akin na mahalin ko siyang muli kasama ng four-year-old naming anak na babae.

She sacrificed everything for him because of the love they had for each other. Hailey went to the extent of disobeying her parents just to marry him. But at last, he surprised her with a divorce paper with his name already signed. How can an orphan who she helped do this to her? He kicked her out of the house she greatly assisted him to build because his first love was back. Of course, she left the house, but then something intriguing happened. ~~~ Excerpt “Congratulations, ma'am. You're pregnant.” Dr. Derrick announced with a smile curving his lips. “What!” Hailey's eyes widened in shock. “ My husband and I just got divorced…”

My roommate had a peculiar knack for pestering everyone into liking her posts on social media, all so she could collect enough likes to claim some prize or another. It was her way of life—nagging, nudging, and guilting us into clicking that little thumbs-up. One time, the campus beauty queen liked my roommate's ad for a facial mask. Not long after, she was in a horrific car accident. The vehicle caught fire, and her face suffered severe burns, leaving her disfigured beyond recognition. Meanwhile, my roommate seemed to undergo a miraculous transformation, her complexion turning porcelain fair and flawless as though she'd been kissed by the heavens. Then there was the academic prodigy, a shoe-in for graduate school, who liked her tutoring service post. Shortly after, he was exposed for academic fraud, and his once-brilliant reputation was reduced to ashes. Strangely enough, my roommate's research paper suddenly won an award, catapulting her to fame and fortune. And me? I fell into her trap too. I liked her rental agency ad, and before I knew it, my world crumbled. A scandal erupted, revealing that I was the result of a mix-up at birth. It turned out she was the long-lost child of wealth and privilege—a hidden gem cast into the rough, now reclaimed by her rightful family. As for me, I was packed off to the countryside village she had escaped from and forced into a brutal marriage with an old man. My life became a living hell, and eventually, I died there, broken and forgotten. But fate wasn't done with me yet. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day my roommate begged me to like her post in exchange for yet another prize.

She knew exactly what she signed up for—tuition coverage, top-tier mentorship, and a fake dating clause tucked between academic terms. What she didn’t anticipate was the emotional loophole, falling in love without a clause to protect her heart.

For her family, She is forced to drench her hand in the blood. She accepted death as her fate but the game changes when she is realised by the court. Simon Cruz is the kind of person whose enmity is destruction for his rival. The Tyrant is a nephew of a powerful politician. He has the full support of his uncle. Even He violates nobody entangles with him. For revenge, he makes her his slave by singing on the marriage paper by rebel. She despises her life for being his slave. She evades insanity. She bumped her love of life who was her shield. He didn't make her his because as a secret agent, his life did not permit him.

He whispered her name nine hundred and ninety-nine times in his sleep. Never mine. For five years, I gave everything to Vincent Bonanno—the heir to one of the most powerful mafia dynasties in Europe. I turned his house into a home, remembered every careless detail he let slip, even abandoned my dream of becoming an artist—believing that one day, he would finally choose me. But whenever Alessia appeared, his loyalty bent toward her. The night boiling fondue scarred my arms, he rushed to shield her from a scratch that barely reddened her skin. In public, his gaze never stayed with me—it drifted to her. I was the wife on paper, but never in truth. So I walked away. With nothing but a suitcase, divorce papers he signed without noticing, and a secret I never planned to share—three months pregnant. He discovered too late. The divorce was real. The clinic file was real. And by the time he realized, I had vanished. Now the man who once ruled cities with cold power is tearing the world apart to find us. He has soldiers, money, and a thousand apologies he never gave when I was still his wife. But I’m no longer the woman who begged for affection. I’m a mother. An artist. A survivor. The question isn’t whether Vincent can reach me. It’s whether, when he does, I’ll ever let him back into the life he destroyed.

I was Rebecca, mate to Gavin Clarke, Alpha of the Ironpelt Pack—the strongest among the northern werewolf packs. Gavin was a once-in-a-century business genius, his trade networks expanding across a dozen northern packs, making his pack a successful business empire. He'd claimed me for four years. We stood together, awaiting our bonding ceremony... until his childhood sweetheart Vivian returned. The moment I saw them reunite, the truth shattered me: What I'd believed was love had only ever been my own delusion. His eyes held only her. I'd just been... convenient. At least he'd never marked me. No mate bond, just cold paperwork from the Pack Council. That made things simpler. So I crafted my revenge—disguised the Mate Bond Dissolution Agreement as a routine university permission slip. When his pen touched that paper, our bond dissolved in the stroke of an inkwell. He never realized what he'd truly lost that day: Not just a mate. But the future heir to the Ironpelt legacy. Now he hunts me across continents. Is it love? Or the pup? Or just an alpha's pride, burning because I made him dissolve the mate bond without even realizing he'd been outplayed?