Roxy Migurdia Death

While I was nine months pregnant, the apple of my husband’s eye moved into our house. Whenever she saw me, she would make a sad face. My husband was sure that I was flaunting my pregnancy to make her angry. “Rachel is frail, and she can’t get pregnant, yet you’re walking around making her upset?! Do I seriously have to teach you a lesson?!” He ordered the bodyguards to lock me in the attic that had not been in use for a long time and told them not to give me food. I pleaded for mercy and told him that the ultrasound scan showed that the twin babies were too big. I told him that the doctor had claimed that I had to be hospitalized while I waited for my delivery. But he laughed as if he had heard the world’s greatest joke. When he spoke, his voice was as cold as ice. “You’re still three days away from your delivery date! Enough with the pitiful act! Repent while you’re in the attic! This is what you get for making Rachel upset!” The contractions hurt so much that I clenched my fists to the point that my nails broke, but no one unlocked the door to the attic. My piercing screams echoed in the attic for a long time until my whole body was soaked in blood, and one of my babies was stuck between my bloody legs. Three days later, my husband ate his breakfast that was not up to his taste and said, “Have Jane make breakfast for me, then have her apologize to Rachel with a gift. If she’s sincere enough, I’ll send her to the hospital to deliver the babies.” But no one dared go up to the attic because the blood that flowed down from it had already reached the second step of the stairs.

He wanted a blonde. He got a wildfire. I married him in her place. Wore her dress. Lightened my hair. Played the silent, obedient bride. Because when your stepmother sells your sister to a billionaire obsessed with legacy and looks—and your sister runs—someone has to take the deal. So I did. Cassian Drevane doesn’t want a wife. He wants a symbol. A blonde. A mannequin. Not a woman with secrets, a spine, and a mind that won’t stay quiet. But I wasn’t just playing the part. I was studying him. And the more he tried to control me, the more I saw the truth beneath his ice. He never wanted me. Neither did I love him. Now we can’t live without each other. Not because of love, but because of something deadlier. In a world where secrets are currency and love is a luxury no one can afford, one lie can destroy everything. What began as a marriage built on deceit slowly turns into something dangerously real — a slow-burning war between duty and desire. In a house filled with whispers, shadows, and betrayals, love becomes the most dangerous secret of all.

Isang malubhang epidemya ang tumama sa sanlibutan at kumitil ng buhay ng mga bata. Pero may iilan na nakaligtas. Ang mga nakaligtas ay nagkaroon ng kakaibang abilidad na naging sanhi para tugisin sila ng gobyerno at pinagkaitan ng kalayaan na mabuhay. Paano matatakasan ni Raven ang kanyang kapalaran kung kahit anong pilit ng pagtatago niya ay hahabulin siya ng kamatayan? Tunghayan niyo ang unang yugto ng buhay ni Raven. Ang unang libro ng DEATHLY FATE

Ang pagtakas ni Raven mula sa masasakit na pangyayari sa buhay niya ay siyang nagbigay ng dahilan upang magbago ang dating Raven. Ilan taon ang nakakaraan, ang dating Raven na kilala ng lahat ay malayo na sa kanilang inaakala. Ang mabait at inosente ay hindi na mahagilap sa pagkatao ni Raven. Ang kataksilan ni Vander ang maghimok kay Raven para magbago. Pero paano niya haharapin kung ang Vander na kilala niyang taksil ay patuloy pa rin sa pagpapanggap bilang isang mabuting tao at niloloko ang lahat? Pero kung maloloko ni Vander ang lahat, hindi niya maloloko si Raven. Hinding hindi niya mapapatawad si Vander, kahit malaman pa niya na siya ang kanyang amour. Pinapangako ni Raven na hindi na titibok ang puso niyang ginawang bakal kay Vander.

"You're a virgin?!" sigaw ni Lysander Cuevas saka umalis sa ibabaw niya. Hinilamos nito ang palad sa mukha, trying to absorb everything that just happened. Trying to fully understand how could his wife be a virgin when she's supposed to be pregnant, the very reason of their forced marriage. "Papaano?" tanong ni Lysander at saka pinagmasdan siya na kumuha ng kumot upang takpan ang hubad na katawan. She trembled in fear as she finally looked up to him. "I'm Isabella, the twin sister of Gabriela, your bride." - Pinahid na lamang ni Isabella ang mga luha na lumalandas sa kanyang mga pisngi habang inaalala ang nangyari noong gabing iyon. After that confrontation ay agad na nagdesisyon ang asawa niyang si Lysander na palayasin siya sa mansyon. Ang malupit pa nito ay agad pinaasikaso ni Lysander ang mga papeles para sa legal nilang paghihiwalay, ngunit hindi niya iyon tinanggap. "Señorita Isabella, naghihintay na po ang sasakyan sa labas," sambit ng lalaking nasa likuran niya. It was her grandfathers' assistant. Tumango lamang siya dito, "susunod na ako, salamat." Muling lumingon si Isabella sa mansyon at doon ay namataan ang asawang si Lysander na nakatayo sa balcony at matalim ang tingin sa kanya. Hinihinntay niyang pigilan siya ni Lysander ngunit wala itong ginawa. Sa puntong iyon ay tuluyang tumalikod si Isabella at naglakad patungo sa naghihintay na sasakyan sa labas ng malaking gate. She's going home to the Herrera's. She looked at the facade of the mansion where she once lived. "Babalik ako." She whispered. - This is the story of Isabella Herrera-Cuevas, a castaway wife who made her way back to her rightful place, as Lysander Cuevas wife.

Lena Rowan, a struggling art student is blackmailed into posing as the comatose girlfriend of ruthless billionaire Damon Hale-- a man who believes she caused the accident that left his real girlfriend Amara in a coma. He despises her for what he thinks she's done and she loathes him for the way he uses her as a pawn. But when forced to live under the same roof, hatred becomes Obsession, and obsession begins to look dangerously like love. And more importantly, what happens when his real girlfriend wakes up?

There was a ten-year gap between me and my sister-in-law, but we got along surprisingly well, especially given that we were both in an absurdly rich family. Then, one day, she came to me, bawling and clutching a photo in her hand. "Your brother is cheating on me! He has a family somewhere else! For more than ten years! I'm getting a divorce!" Crying, I showed her a message I got from my husband's mistress. "That bastard Christopher has a mistress! I'm leaving this home!"

At sixteen, I took a fatal blow for him. As my wolf soul shattered, he swore with blood-red eyes: "When I become Alpha, I will make you my Luna." But two years later, when he led the pack to migrate to new territory, he told the butler before departure: "Her broken wolf soul will only drag the group down." With my bundle, I slipped out. Fate played a cruel joke: I boarded the wrong carriage, replacing a weeping bride, and was delivered to the wedding chamber of Alaric Argent, Alpha of the Sterling Pack. The tall, steady figure before me sparked an odd sense of calm. The fog of memory wouldn’t let me be sure. Was this mistaken arrival a new beginning… or the continuation of an old shadow?

“I will choke you to death till you beg for me to stop but I won’t. I will make you pour out all the water left in your body with my tongue”. In a sudden and tense encounter, I found myself desperately seeking answers from him. But his silence only fueled my frustration. With emotions boiling over, I couldn't contain my anger, clenching my fist as I shot him a piercing look. Undeterred, I pressed on, demanding a response, my annoyance growing palpable. However, his explosive reaction caught me off guard, as he silenced me with a fierce command, his grip on my face sending shivers down my spine. The chilling intensity of his eyes left me paralyzed, consumed by fear. I realized I had provoked a dangerous force, a man exuding an aura of unapproachable defiance. Tears welled up as his grip tightened, and my helplessness only deepened. The emotional storm between us unveiled a side to him that was ruthless and merciless, living up to the ominous title he bore. With a final, venomous word, he tore away a bandage and stormed out, leaving me to grapple with the unsettling encounter that had just unfolded.

Siron, a naive and humorous 20-year-old, lived with an ancestral curse he had never believed in. Thousands of years ago, Morat, a male shifter betrayed and murdered by the kingdom, cursed the entire line of the royal family’s men. Now, in the modern era, Siron was the last heir to that curse. His parents constantly pushed him to attend the temple for protective rituals, but Siron always evaded them, dismissing the curse as just an old story. But everything changed when Morat began to manifest, first as a faint shadow, then as a horrifying figure haunting Siron’s apartment. When Siron accidentally performed an ancient blood ritual that appeared in his dreams, Morat’s form transformed into a handsome man… but only temporarily. Terror, sensuality, and manipulation slowly began to engulf Siron’s life. Amidst a mix of fear and pleasure, Siron started to become addicted to Morat’s presence, even as he tried to find a way to break the curse that entangled his life.