Ross Lynch Laura Marano

After my rebirth, the very first thing I did was ride from one blood donation van to another, giving blood until I nearly collapsed. Why? Because in my previous life, my fiancé's newly hired intern, Shirley Lynch, had bound herself to a blood-exchange system. Every milliliter she donated was siphoned directly from my own veins. In just a month, she transformed from an ordinary college girl into the nation's beloved Blood Angel, showered with fame and fortune, while I, suffering from severe anemia, was fired from the hospital for being unable to work. When I exposed her scheme to my fiancé, he looked at me with disgust and broke off our engagement. "You're selfish and cowardly," he sneered. "You refuse to donate your rare blood type, and now you slander Shirley? You call yourself a doctor, yet you believe in such ridiculous nonsense!" From then on, every time Shirley donated blood, I would suffer heart palpitations, dizziness, and sometimes collapse outright. I begged the doctors in my department for help, but my fiancé blocked every attempt, accusing me of jealousy and wasting medical resources. In the end, to steal my promotion ahead of schedule, Shirley donated a full 1000 milliliters of blood live on television. As her blood drained, so did mine. I went into shock and died. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Shirley first claimed she carried my rare blood type.

BLURB Olivia Chen signed a contract to play wife to a grieving CEO for two years. The job was simple: help his traumatized son heal, then disappear when the time was up. But Damien Ross made one thing clear—she would never replace his perfect dead wife. She tried to accept that. Until he brought a surrogate into their home to carry his late wife's child, making it clear Olivia was just a temporary stand-in. When the contract expired, Olivia left without a word—and without telling him about the baby she carried. Five years later, Damien tracks her down with a desperate plea. His son is dying, and only Olivia's daughter—the child he never knew existed, can save him. He claims he's a changed man. That he finally sees what he lost. But Olivia isn't the naive woman who signed that contract. And this time, she holds all the cards.

My Alpha mate, Ross, and I were known as the most resentful couple. He hated me for allegedly swapping his sister's antidote, which led to her death from wolfsbane poisoning. On the other hand, I despised him for turning a blind eye when my younger brother was bullied, abandoning him to die alone in the pitch-black forbidden forest. Upon hearing the news, he sneered and spoke to me for the first time in ages, "This is your karma." When I was three months pregnant, I was kidnapped by an enemy pack. As I was left bleeding from the torture and my unborn child slipping away, the enemy demanded he surrender his western territory in exchange for saving his Luna. However, he just scoffed. "It's about time to stop this act. Tell Jenny that I'm not falling for this. Don't even think of watching me make a fool of myself." In the end, I lost everything—just as he wished, as if it was my retribution. So, why did he regret everything?

Sejak kepergian sang ayah, Andini harus menikahi Baskara, Tuan Muda yang menabrak ayahnya dalam keadaan mabuk. Hanya saja, Baskara ternyata sudah memiliki tunangan. Pria itu pun menyembunyikan pernikahannya dengan Andini agar masyarakat tak ada yang tahu, termasuk tunangannya Laura dan Mama Baskara. Lantas bagaimana nasib Andini sebagai istri simpanan yang akhirnya hamil anak dari lelaki yang tak dicintainya? Akankah dia mempertahankannya? Atau dia memilih pergi meninggalkan semua bersama lelaki yang merajai hatinya, Prasetia?

Zara Taylor’s life crumbled when her father died, leaving her trapped in a loveless marriage with Ronnie Phillips, who only valued her business intellect. Betrayed by Ronnie’s affair with her stepsister, Zara fled the City, raising her IVF-conceived daughter, Hazel, alone. Years later, Matthew Russell, her first love and the IVF donor, reappears with a ruthless proposition: marry him to reclaim her father’s stolen shares. “Marry me, Zara. It’s the only way you get your father’s legacy back.” “I’d rather burn in hell,” she spat. “But you need me,” Matthew replied, his touch igniting desires she swore to bury. Their alliance uncovers mysteries and conspiracies rooted in her father's death, all pointing to Caleb Ross, the man who orchestrated it. But Matthew has secrets of his own, shadows Zara’s determined to drag into the light. Desire simmers between them, impossible to ignore. But will Zara surrender to the passion that’s always burned for him, or will betrayal consume them both?

My husband had just ducked into the bathroom when his phone started ringing. I glanced at the screen and saw it was his brother calling. A frown creased my brow, but I answered anyway. "George, why haven't you sent the $10,000 to Mom and Dad this month?" Ross Serrano said. "Mom just asked me about it." I hung up without a word, but a rush of fury surged through me. My husband stood at the bathroom door, his hands still dripping wet. I forced a bitter smile. "You make $8,000 a month, right? $3,000 goes to the mortgage, $2,000 to me, and you pocket $1,000 for yourself. You told me you sent $2,000 to your parents, so how did that magically turn into $10,000?" His lips quivered, his face draining of color. My heart sank, and my hands trembled uncontrollably. We'd been married for five years, and I'd never once laid eyes on his bank card. What other secrets was he keeping from me?

Bei einem Ausflug in den Vergnügungspark brachte mein Beta-Freund Drew plötzlich eine Frau mit ihrer kleinen Tochter mit. Im Auto fehlte zufällig genau ein Sitzplatz. Drew bat mich auszusteigen und den Platz den beiden zu überlassen. Er sagte: „Laura hat es mit dem Kind nicht leicht. Sie sollen erstmal fahren, ich hole dich später ab.“ Ruhig stieg ich aus und sah zu, wie das Auto langsam den Parkplatz verließ. Drei Stunden später kamen sie im Vergnügungspark an und nahmen an der abendlichen Feuerwerksveranstaltung teil. Als meine beste Freundin Drew fragte, warum er mich noch nicht abgeholt habe, half er gerade geduldig Laura, eine übergroße Feuerwerksbatterie zu entzünden. Er war nicht im Geringsten beunruhigt und sagte: „Es ist kein Problem, Sienna später abzuholen. Sie nimmt das nicht krumm. Ich werde sie schon beschwichtigen, dann ist sie auch nicht mehr sauer.“ Wütend wird man nur auf Menschen, die einem etwas bedeuten. Dass mein Vater, meine Mutter und mein Bruder sich nie um mich scherten, habe ich noch hingenommen. Aber dass sich jetzt auch Drew nicht mehr für mich interessierte... Darum ist es Zeit, für immer zu gehen.

Katherine's parents were murdered in cold blood by her Uncle who in turn took over the pack. She suffered untold hardship in their hands and lived miserably. Help came one day in the form of the Alpha king who had come to claim her cousin as his mate. He grew interested in her and bought her from her uncle at a handsome price. Love managed to bloom between the both of them but this didn't go down well with Laura, Katherine's cousin. She came up with various ploys to get rid of Katherine and was almost successful at it.

"You dare to call impotent? How dare you, Laura, how dare you tell such lies about me?" Nate yelled furiously, startling my friends and I. We were just talking about him, and I'd just confided in them that I was getting a divorce because my husband is impotent. I had no idea that he was standing right behind us, and now he's pissed, so fucking pissed! "I'm taking you home with me, and tonight I'll show you that I'm not impotent. I'll make you take back those words, trust me."

My secret boyfriend, Marco Ross—the fastest rising mafia star in New York—hid a ring in our home. I thought it was for me. Instead, I received a video of him proposing to another woman—Bianco Conti —on our anniversary. The same night, masked men broke in, held me at gunpoint, and forced me to call Marco. A woman answered the call, “Marco, your little orphan is calling again.” Then Marco’s cold tone. “Don’t bother, babe, she’s just your substitute, a stray I keep around, a free woman to warm my bed.” The masked men shot me in the stomach—then fled. What Marco didn’t know? The real Conti heiress… was me. The Bianco he cherished so much… was just an imposter. I once refused to take the Conti name because of Marco, afraid it would ruin us. But if he never cared… why should I? I made one call. “Papa, I’ll come home, take over the business, and accept the marriage alliance—but Bianca has to be go.”