Ryan Redemption

On the day Zachary Lake stands at the pinnacle of global technology, accepting his award, I'm lying in a hospital bed, abandoned by doctors because I can't afford treatment for kidney failure. On TV, the host asks him to call the person he's most grateful for. Without hesitation, he dials my number. "Shannon, do you regret leaving me?" he asks. I clutch the astronomical medical bill in my hand, the paper crumpling beneath my fingers. Forcing a light tone, I reply, "Can you take me on as your kept woman now that you're a big deal?" On screen, his face remains expressionless as he hangs up without a word. Then, his cold voice pierces through the broadcast. "Now, I have nothing to feel grateful for." But what he doesn't know is that when he was on the brink of death years ago, I was the one who gave him my kidney.

The day I found out I was dying, I ran into my ex-husband—yeah, the richest guy in the country—and his three-months-pregnant wife. He asked if I regretted leaving him when he got sick. I just asked for twenty grand. He told me I didn't deserve to live. What he never knew? Back then, when he was fighting leukemia, the only bone marrow match he had... was me.

Eight years after my boyfriend’s mom made us break up, that strong-willed, wealthy woman suddenly showed up again. “After you left, Nigel’s hair turned white overnight. He’s been in and out of mental hospitals so many times… “Please, come back. If you don’t, he might die!” I touched the scar on my forehead and gave a bitter smile. “But I’m no longer young or pretty.” She got on her knees and begged, “If you come back, I’ll give you ten million to help pay for your mom’s treatment, no matter what happens.” For my sick mom, I decided to return to Nigel Jefferson. “But now that I’m no longer pretty… would he still love me?”

Though Micheal loved me deeply, When he was deceived by Ruby's lies,He lost the ability to distinguish right from wrong. He believed that I had killed his grandfather for the inheritance and that I had slept with other men and was pregnant with that man's child.So he cruelly subjected me to humiliation again and again. When he personally pushed me into the abyss, all the love turned to ashes—never to return in this lifetime...

Nathaniel Reid had always despised being bound by our engagement. To spite me, he recklessly raced cars and caused trouble, indulging in all sorts of reckless behavior. And every time, I cleaned up his mess. Then, a girl named Joanna Smith appeared in his life. On the night of my birthday banquet, he scoured the entire city for a simple breakfast wrap for her and never even bothered to show up. I had already prepared for this moment. That night, I approached my family and asked to change the engagement. "It didn’t have to be Nathaniel." I thought of the distant, composed man from my dreams—the one who had always hidden his quiet, unwavering love for me. A smile flickered across my lips as I said softly, "Didn’t he still have an uncle?"

Lingid sa kaalaman ni Apolo na nakatakdang mapasa-kaniya ang karugtong ng buhay sa kaniyang musika, kung kaya't naging dahilan ang kaniyang galit sa labis na kalbaryo nang mawala ang kaniyang Alpa. Manunumbalik ang kagandahan ng musika sa sandaling kalabitin na niya ang mga kwerdas niyon. Ngunit paano kung ang kaniyang hinahanap na Alpa at pana ay isang mortal na tao? At malaman niya na ito ay may taglay na kapangyarihan para pagyamanin ang musika sa sanlibutan? Kapalit nang hindi inaasahang pag-ibig ng nakatataas ng diyos ng araw at musika sa mortal na si Phana, piliin kaya nito na gawin siyang Alpa ng musika at pag-ibig? O ang gawin siyang pana ng katarungan? Mabibigyan kaya ng pag-asa ni Phana ang sarili para mahalin ang isang kagaya ni Apolo o ang harapin ang kaniyang napipintong kamatayan? Huli na ba para kay Apolo na umiibig na siya sa isang mortal? Kaya ba nilang manindigan gayung magkaiba ang kanilang mundong ginagalawan o ang maulit ang pagkakamali na noon ay kinasusuklaman ng diyos ng araw?

Ang dating pinapangarap ni Austine na magkaroon ng matiwasay na pamilya ay parang isang bulang biglang naglaho. Noon pa man ay alam na niyang mahihirapan siyang makamtan iyon pero hindi nawala ang kaniyang tiwala sa sarili hanggang sa makilala niya ang isang David Ortega. Sabay silang nangarap at nangako na balang araw ay matutupad din ang kanilang mga pangarap. Ngunit sadyang taliwas ang panahon sa kanilang namumuong samahan. Kailanman ay hindi na nagkaroon ng balita si Austine kay David nang malaman niya na umalis na nga ito at wala nang planong bumalik. Manatili pa kayang buo ang tiwala ni Austine kahit wala na ang dating kaibigan na minsan na rin niyang minahal? Makikilala pa ba ni David ang bagong mukha ni Austine Alcantara? Ngunit paano kung sa paglipas ng panahon ay maging dahilan iyon para makilala ni Austine ang tunay at bagong David Ortega? Kaya pa ba niyang tanggapin ito gayung masaya na ito sa bagong kasintahan?

On my twentieth birthday, my parents placed a stack of photos in front of me—eligible bachelors from elite families all over the country—and told me to pick one for an arranged marriage. I told my dad to leave it to fate and draw lots. In my past life, I had chosen without hesitation the man I’d long admired: Lucas Whitmore, the most eligible bachelor of Astor Hill's elites. But after we got married, I found out the truth. His first love—the girl he had always held dear, Claire Monroe—was devastated by our marriage. One night, heartbroken, she went out drinking and was assaulted by a group of thugs. Claire attempted suicide three times after that. And Lucas blamed it all on me. He handed over my family’s fortune to Claire, draining every last cent from the Meyers. In the end, Lucas even helped her cut the brake lines on our car. My parents and I died in that crash. Now that I’d been given a second chance at life, the name I drew was Liam Morgan—the reclusive heir from Orchard Valley, known for shunning the world and dedicating himself to Buddhism. But when I showed up arm-in-arm with Liam at our engagement party, Lucas lost his mind.

While my husband was chatting with his friend at the dining table, his friend suddenly spoke in Italian. “You married Lyra to write a pardon letter for River. You’ve been showing more concern toward Lyra, but you’re still lying to her and saying that the contraceptives are antidepressants. Don’t you think Lyra will break down if she learns the truth?” My husband wore a complicated expression as he chuckled bitterly and said, “Why let a child be born if I don’t want it? As for Lyra, so long as she doesn’t interfere with River’s happiness, I’ll keep my promise and protect her for life.” No one knew that I had already learned Italian to keep up with my husband. I stood in the living room with fresh hickeys on my neck. In my hand, I held the “antidepressants” and felt a chill run down my spine. So, my husband’s love for me had been fake? My salvation had actually been a meticulously planned lie? In that case, I would help them fulfill their wishes.

I've been in a relationship with Ralph Green for seven years. However, he tells me he's sick of me. He finds himself a younger and prettier woman. I don't break down or cause a scene this time. I merely turn and leave. He's confident that I won't leave him because of how much I love him. Later, he finally finds a way to contact me. "Has it been fun pretending like you've gone missing, Mabel? Hurry up and come back once you've had enough of this fit." I'm not awake. The person beside me, Ambrose Steele, takes my phone away. He holds the phone up and deliberately leans down to kiss my cheek. "Mabes can't come to the phone. She's exhausted from last night."