Renacida: Me Casé Con El Enemigo De Mi Ex-marido

"From now on, you're mine, Zamara." Paulit-ulit na umalingawngaw sa isipan ni Zamara Lopez ang mga salitang ito, mula pagkabata hanggang sa siya ay maging ganap na dalaga. Anak siya ng isang simpleng magsasaka, namuhay nang payak, ngunit isang lalaki ang nagpabago sa takbo ng kanyang kapalaran—si Davis Santillian. Dating itinuring niyang tiyuhin, ngayon ay tinatawag niyang "ex-uncle." Ngunit bakit? Ano ang nangyari sa pagitan nila na nagpabago sa kanilang relasyon? Sa edad na 30, si Davis ay isang makapangyarihang negosyante na may madilim na nakaraan, at si Zamara, na ngayo’y 22, ay isang babaeng pilit iniiwasan ang anino ng kanyang nakaraan. Ngunit sa muli nilang pagtatagpo, hindi na siya bibitawan ni Davis. Isang kwento ng pag-ibig, pag-aari, at mga lihim na pilit itinatago ng nakaraan. Totoo bang may kalayaan si Zamara, o sadyang hindi niya matatakasan ang lalaking minsan niyang itinuring na pamilya?

"Dear ex-wife, I want you back!" ~~~~~~~ Stacy, a strong and devoted wife, discovers the painful truth that her husband Nathan has been cheating on her with her best friend Rita. The betrayal strikes deep within her heart, and unable to tolerate the breach of trust, Stacy takes the brave decision to divorce Nathan, severing all ties with him. Life after the divorce proves to be a tumultuous journey for Stacy. With shattered dreams and a wounded spirit, she finds herself grappling with the challenges of starting anew. In the face of adversity, Stacy musters the courage to reinvent herself and discovers an unexpected path in the most vibrant city of dreams, Los Angeles. Drawn to the allure of the city's nightlife, Stacy finds solace and empowerment as a stripper in one of Los Angeles' premier clubs. With a newfound sense of freedom, she embraces her sensuality and unleashes her hidden talents on the stage, captivating the audience with her mesmerizing performances. The neon lights and pulsating music become her sanctuary, where she can momentarily forget the pain that still lingers in her heart. However, fate has a twisted sense of irony in store for Stacy. One fateful night, as she prepares to grace the stage with her magnetic presence, she receives an unexpected request: to strip for a VIP client. The name sends a chill down her spine, for it is none other than her ex-husband Nathaniel Hawthorne.

she had everything she ever wanted—power, fame, a luxurious lifestyle, and the privilege of being the heiress to the most renowned wealthy family in the city. Her parents fulfilled her every demand, often within minutes. As the designated successor to the family empire, her future seemed perfectly paved. But she gave it all up for love, and hid her real identity. Defying her family’s wishes, she chose to marry the man her heart desired. Yet, it wasn’t the romantic union she had dreamed of. The marriage was nothing more than a signed contract. In exchange for donating her blood to a woman he introduced as his sister, in return she would be paid handsomely. Money, however, was the least of her concerns. She didn’t need it—her wealth was already vast. What she truly desired was his love. She agreed to the arrangement, hoping that in time, he might fall for her. But after four years of marriage, not once did he look at her with affection, let alone a soft smile. But what happens when he finds out she's an heiress to the wealthiest family in the country?

After Lessie's wedding anniversary, her marriage crumbled with the reappearance of her husband's ex-girlfriend. All her years of tireless effort to keep the relationship intact felt wasted. Her pleas were completely ignored by him. Left with no choice, she moved far away. Who would have thought that years later, the same ex-husband she once shed tears for would want her back? "I want you back." Now, Lessie’s was left with her own choices: should she return to her ex-husband who wants to win her over or embrace life on her own? Can she ever forgive Freddie for the pain and betrayal he caused? Can the scars of the past truly be erased and forgotten?

Iris always knew her marriage was on thin ice, but she’d expected it to pass like a phase. Until her husband divorced her and went for her stepsister instead. At the same time, her company is snatched from her grasp. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Dejection. Iris makes a friend of this pain…until him. Orchard Hector. He offers her a four-year marriage contract and a new purpose, being on common grounds. “You’re only my ex-husband, Dave,” Iris replied darkly. “And whatever plan you have to get me back, they won’t succeed.”

Ah! Mrs Gates, you're glowing. Your husband is taking good care of you. You keep getting more beautiful by the day.” “Of course, Mr Clinton loves his wife the most. Can't you see how in love they are? Do you think he would let her do something as stressful as working?” “That's true. I wish I were in her shoes. A perfect billionaire housewife with a doting husband who worships her. The last time he bought Star of the Sea at the auction, I immediately knew that his love for her was unlimited,” another high-class woman chimed as I passed by them. I halted in my tracks. Star of the Sea? How come I can't remember him giving it to me? Before I could process everything, another figure stepped in. A figure that I dread mentioning her name. Yeah, it was her. Louisa Carter, my husband’s childhood sweetheart. The woman whose existence threatens to tear my marriage apart. “How does it feel to be divorcing the man you love? Why didn't you tell those silly women the truth— that you're nothing to Clinton? You're just trash, not worth mentioning.” She hissed. I looked up at her the moment I heard divorce. Clinton has not told our family yet and even ordered me to keep it a secret. How did she know? “Mrs Gates? What a joke!” she continued. You're just sitting on an empty shell. His heart, his body, his wealth, his company, they all belong to me. You have nothing except the name. ******* Everyone in the city assumed Joanna was the precious wife of Clinton Gates because of how boastful he was of her. What they didn’t know was that all he did was just a public stunt until Joanna boldly threw divorce papers in his face.

"I will never forgive him, no matter how much he suffers, even if he kneels and licks my shoe." Once a simple woman, Amy Sanchez's world is shattered when her billionaire husband, Gideon Grayson cheated on her and falsely accuses her of a crime she didn't commit, leading to her imprisonment. As Gideon revels in his newfound freedom with Amy's step sister, Amy uncovers the truth: Gideon orchestrated the entire plot to rid himself of her. Within the cold confines of the prison, she uncovered the painful truths of her past and the deep betrayal of her loved ones. Yet, from this darkness emerged a new beginning, as she found a lifeline in her multi-billionaire grandmother's unexpected help. Return as Amethyst Amadeus, she is now a force to be reckoned with—an enigmatic and powerful figure who commands respect and fear as the most influential, seductive, and wealthy business woman in the city. With her newfound power, Amethyst is ready to reclaim her life and exact her revenge. Gideon will kneel before her, begging for her forgiveness. But will she forgive him after all?

Acepté cambiarme de escuela para acompañar a mi amigo de la infancia, que supuestamente estaba siendo acosado. Pero un día antes de sellar la solicitud… él se arrepintió. Su amigo se burló: —Te la jugaste bien, ¿eh? Fingiste ser víctima del acoso todo este tiempo solo para engañar a Camila Herrera y hacer que se fuera. —Ella creció contigo, ¿de verdad puedes dejar que vaya sola a una escuela desconocida? Con una voz fría, Diego Sarmiento respondió: —Solo es otra escuela en la misma ciudad. ¿Qué tan lejos podría ir? —Además, me cansa tenerla pegada todo el día. Así está mejor. Ese día estuve mucho rato parada fuera de la puerta, hasta que al final decidí dar media vuelta. Solo que, en mi solicitud de transferencia, cambié el Colegio San Rafael de Marisia por el internado en el extranjero al que mis padres querían enviarme. Al final, todos parecían olvidarlo: él y yo, desde el principio, pertenecíamos a mundos completamente distintos.

El hotel me llamó para recordarme de forma sutil que anoche olvidé pagar los condones que usé, y que ya habían descontado el importe de mi tarjeta de membresía. Yo estaba algo confundida; ayer trabajé horas extras hasta muy tarde, ni siquiera estuve en un hotel. Pregunté a mi esposo, el único que sabía el número de mi tarjeta, sobre qué demonios había pasado. Él me miró con cara de total desconcierto. —Cariño, esa habitación cuesta más de diez mil la noche, ¿cómo iba yo a gastar eso? Seguro que fue un error del sistema. —Habrá sido alguien que ingresó mal el número de la membresía. Mañana iré a poner una queja. Ya no perdí el tiempo hablando con él. La inversora de ese hotel es Ángela, mi mejor amiga. Le llamé directamente. —Querida, ayúdame a revisar con quién demonios se registró Víctor Soto anoche. ¡Voy a pillarlo en la infidelidad!

Me estaba muriendo por envenenamiento por plata, todo por salvar a mi familia. Y ahora Marcus, mi prometido, el Alfa que había jurado nunca abandonarme, quería que le entregara mi riñón sano para dárselo a Celeste, la hija adoptiva de mis padres. A nadie le importa si vivo o muero. Así que rechacé el tratamiento conservador y me inyecté la poción de vida de una bruja. ¿El precio? En 72 horas, moriría de una falla total de todos mis órganos. En esos tres días, le entregué a Celeste mi centro de sanación privado, el que construí con mis propias manos. Mamá y papá estaban radiantes de alegría. —Qué bueno que por fin maduraste, mi niña. Ahora sí estás cuidando a tu hermana. Marcus quiso posponer nuestra boda para cuidar a Celeste. Lo acepté con calma. Me felicitó por finalmente ser comprensiva. Incluso le cedí a Celeste mi puesto como sanadora en jefe de la manada. Mis padres y Marcus estaban tan emocionados que planearon una gran fiesta para celebrarla. Invitaron a todas las personas importantes de la manada para festejar su nuevo cargo. Solo una cosa me daba curiosidad. Cuando muriera, ¿derramarían cuando menos una lágrima por mí?