Quan Yin Goddess

"Alex... help… please…" I tried to whisper, but no sound came out. I saw them, Alexander had his arms wrapped around Sophia, who was clutching him like her life depended on it. She was pressed against his chest, her face buried in his neck, and she wasn't letting go. "Don't look at her," Sophia whispered loudly. "You'll only make yourself sick with guilt. This isn't your fault. She did this to herself by being dramatic." That's when I heard the scream. "Oh my God! Mrs. Sterling!" Rosa, one of our housemaids, came rushing into the dining room. "Mrs. Sterling, what happened to you?" Rosa dropped to her knees beside me, her hands fluttering over my body like she didn't know where to start. "You're bleeding! There's so much blood everywhere!” I was bleeding? I couldn't feel anything below my waist anymore, but when I managed to glance down, I saw the dark stain spreading across my dress. "Mr. Alexander!" Rosa shouted, her voice cracking with an anger I’ve never seen in her before. She looked ready to commit murder. Did I look that bad? “Your wife is dying! How can you do this to her? How can you stand there holding another woman while your wife bleeds to death on the floor?!" Rosa snarled. "Rosa, lower your voice," Alexander snapped, but I could hear something different in his tone. Uncertainty. "Take Ivy to the hospital and stop making a scene, or you'll be looking for another job." Rosa shot back, tears streaming down her face. "¡Sos un bueno para nada! What kind of man are you?" I was going to die. Right here on my dining room floor, wearing my mother's blood-stained dress while my husband comforted another woman.

Pendant trois ans, Élodie Mercier s'est comportée comme le toutou fidèle, se pliant en quatre pour Victor Moreau jusqu'à en perdre toute dignité. Mais pour lui, elle n'a jamais été qu'une option de secours, un plan B, une figurante dans sa vie. Dans tout Clairbois, personne n'ignorait que le cœur de Victor Moreau appartenait à Sophie Laurent, et qu'Élodie n'était qu'un pâle substitut. Le jour de son mariage, la vérité lui a éclaté au visage. Kidnappée et torturée pendant trois jours et trois nuits, Élodie a finalement compris la cruelle réalité : non seulement Victor avait refusé de payer sa rançon, mais il en avait profité pour épouser sa précieuse Sophie lors de leur propre cérémonie. Par un miracle inexpliqué, Élodie s'est retrouvée propulsée trois ans en arrière, le jour de leurs fiançailles. Ce même jour où Victor l'avait abandonnée en pleine réception pour voler au secours de Sophie qui venait de tenter de mettre fin à ses jours. Sous les regards moqueurs des invités, Élodie ne s'est ni effondrée ni mise en colère. Au contraire, avec un calme olympien, elle a simplement annoncé rompre leurs fiançailles, en prétextant que le grand PDG du groupe Moreau souffrait d'impuissance. En peu de temps, la nouvelle a fait le tour des réseaux sociaux. Et voilà que ce même homme qui la méprisait tant la plaque contre un mur : « Tu crois que c'est malin de faire ta difficile maintenant, Élodie ? » « Dites-moi, M. Moreau, on ne vous a jamais dit que vous aviez un sacré toupet ? »

During a fight with my husband, he shoved me. My stomach bumped into the couch’s armrest. Just then, his childhood friend called him, sobbing. “Caleb, hurry, come to Cloudpeak Hotel and save me! My boss got me drunk, and now he’s forcing me to serve our client…” I nearly blacked out from the twisting pain in my stomach. I begged him to take me to the hospital. However, my husband said, “There’s a life at stake here! Can you not be so cruel?” He left, slamming the door behind him. I had no choice but to call for an ambulance. That night, he spent the night with his childhood friend, while I lay in the operating theater, undergoing emergency surgery. Good news, Caleb Gordon! You'd never have children again! Weren’t you glad? You deserved it!

She blankly stares at the unfamiliar ceiling. 'Didn't I die?! I'm sure I cut my wrist. I felt it! I watched my blood flow before I blacked out! What's happening?!' She is Raine, an orphan who died by her own hands... Now she's given a new life and a family. A life in ancient times.Author: Please excuse my lapses on grammar as I am an amateur writer.

Nang pabagsak na ang kompanya ng ama ni Callista, napilitan siyang umuwi sa Pilipinas upang tulungan ito. Pero ang hindi niya inaasahan, bitag lang pala iyon upang maipakasal siya nito sa isa sa mga bilyonaryong may hawak sa buong La Tierra. She has been the perfect, docile daughter, which became the reason she was forced to obey whatever her father wanted, just to save his dying company. Pero nang malaman niya kung sino ang lalaking pakakasalan, tila gusto na lang niyang takbuhan ang ipinangako sa Ama. Damon Lazaruz Auclair is one of the powerful magnates in La Tierra. Most people were afraid of him because of his ruthless and cold demeanor. How will she be able to marry him when he is known as untamable and a psycho billionaire?

Damon Montero comes from a wealthy family, they have everything. Fame, power, and a good reputation in their family. Unfortunately for Isabella Morata, she has no other choice but to obey her father. Isabella's family is her top priority. So, when her father forced her to marry Damon Montero to save their company from bankruptcy, she agreed. Her life changed from that moment on. She greatly appreciates Damon's family support and help. Her gratitude is not enough for him - as he wants her heart more than anything.

Para mabuhay ang mga batang tinuturing na niyang kapatid. Nag-apply si Petra ng trabaho sa isang malaking kompanya. Nakuha siyang assistant ng arogante at mapaglarong CEO na si Joshua. Maayos naman ang lahat sa trabaho, kahit na minsan ay gusto niyang pilipitin ang leeg ng loko-loko niyang amo. Hanggang sa isang araw, ang pinakatago-tago niyang sikreto ay nabunyag. Dahilan para masisante siya sa trabaho at mawala sa buhay ng binatang amo na nagkaroon na ng parte sa kaniyang puso.

Mula nang mabutnis ako, hindi na ako ginalaw ng asawa ko. Gayunpaman, nakakahiya man, lalo lang naging sensitibo ang katawan ko. Tuwing gabi, naghahanap ako ng pisikal na koneksyon, hindi ko mapigilan ang isip ko na magpantasya ng kung anu-ano, iyon ay hanggang sa may lalaking naka maskara na pumasok sa bahay ko.

Avery Knight was happily married to Liam Lincoln, her best friend. To her eyes, he was the perfect husband and the best man in the world. Until the day she found him cheating on her with a woman she always despised. Angry and sad, she signed the divorce papers and decided to make him cry his lungs out. But who will be the one to play the act with her? The next day after she divorces Liam, she finds herself in a man's arms and he gives her a choice to make. "You can either die or marry me. Which one will you choose?" She didn't want to die but she didn't want to marry him either. He was the man she the least wanted to see and now the devil was right before her eyes! What will she choose? The man she is scared of and hates to the core, will she choose him? But she wants to make those sinners pay their prices! And she knows he is the best choice for her. But someone like him, why would he want to marry her when he never even for once liked her or was it something in disguise?

life has been pushed even further into darkness. The possessions that were formerly her sister's have been passed down to her. Including her supposed fiancé. Jayde took on all of the responsibility, and she was already choking on the volume. So when she discovered a way to break free from the shackles of responsibility, she seized it with both hands. She had been set up for an arranged marriage with her sister's alleged fiancé. When she agreed to marry, she had no idea what life had in store for her, but she accepted it anyway in order to run away from all of the responsibilities that had been assigned to her. What would you do if you lately realized that you trapped yourself in a marriage binded by business, money, and contracts? Will she be happy with the fact that she could still love him even if it's a secret? Or will she regret marrying the cold-hearted billionaire?