Shameless Thanksgiving Monica

As my due date approached, a massive discrepancy surfaced in the Galante family's arms accounts. The leadership made a swift decision. They sent me, Sophia Vitale, the Don's wife, the woman everyone claimed had nothing better to do, to personally inspect the armory and verify the inventory. I believed it was a routine check. I never imagined my husband's godsister, Monica Leone, would use it as cover to blow up the entire armory. The explosion was deafening. Fire ripped through the sky. Concrete collapsed around me, crushing my body as a searing pain tore through my abdomen. I did not call my husband on his highest-priority private line. Instead, I sent a distress signal to my father. In my previous life, the moment the explosion occurred, I had used that same priority channel to call my husband. The child had survived. Monica had been obliterated in the blast. My husband had claimed he did not blame me. He had said Monica was an outsider and that an heir mattered more. He had spared no expense, hiring elite obstetric specialists to monitor me day and night. He had told me to stay calm and wait for delivery. Then, on the day I went into labor, he personally locked me and the baby inside an abandoned warehouse drenched in gasoline and burned us alive. "If you hadn't deliberately delayed, she wouldn't have died. Do you really think playing the innocent victim could fool me? Dream on," he said. "You like playing with fire so much? Fine. I'll let you experience her despair yourself." When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the armory, at the exact moment of the explosion.

I end up suffering from a miscarriage after getting attacked by a Rogue on the highway. At that moment, my mate, Jerry Shaw, happens to drive by me with his Omega assistant, Monica Reed. As soon as Jerry sees my white dress that's completely stained red, he covers Monica's eyes instantly, blocking her curious gaze. "Don't look. It's bad luck," he says coldly. The next second, the car speeds off. Jerry doesn't even glance in my direction. I collapse onto the ground and try to reach Jerry through our mind-link. Once, twice, ten times... By the 99th attempt, there's still no response. That's when it hits me—to him, neither I nor our pup matters. That evening, I find something under the bed. It's a pair of black lace panties studded with rhinestones. It's sexy, expensive, and clearly not mine. Expressionless, I toss it into a drawer like a useless scrap of trash. Then, I call Jimmy Norwood. My voice is calm and steady as I say, "I've made up my mind. Next week, I'm leaving the pack. I'll come to your territory and start the new job."

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“I want you. All I want is to be close to you. I want to smell your sweet fresh scent. I want to kiss you until you ran out of breath. I want to feel your body against mine. I want all of you Monica. I want to make love with you forever. Damn it!” – Jack Ricafort Joaquin “Jack” Ricafort is an arrogant and cold, intimidating, a foul-mouthed, terribly good-looking, a filthy rich hotelier and every woman’s fantasy, fell deeply in love with a very simple woman, a bit shy and never had a boyfriend Monica Azucena. How far can unexpected love take them? Will they be able to withstand the trials that will come in their love? Si Monica Azucena ay isang mabuting anak, mapagmahal sa pamilya at inuuna ang kapakanan ng magulang at nag-iisang kapatid. Sa hindi inaasahan na pagkakataon ay makikilala niya ang isang masungit, palamura at seryosong lalake na magbabago ng kaniyang buhay at pananaw. Ipaglalaban pa ba niya ang pag-ibig na hindi inaasahan kung matuklasan niya ang katotohanan tungkol sa nakaraan ng kanilang mga magulang? At ang dahilan na muntikan ng pagkamatay ng ama? -Ongoing-

Hindi magkamayaw ang mga tao sa mall na iyon. Si Andrea Buenaventura, isang model turned actress ay may mall show doon para sa isang upcoming serye. Lahat ay gustong makita ang dalaga, makamayan at mapicturan. Matapos ang mall show ay dumalo naman sila sa isang thanksgiving party sa isang five star hotel dito sa Puerto Princesa. Nababagot man ay napilitang sumunod si Andrea sa utos ng manager. At sa gitna ng mga kumikislap na camera ay nahagip niya ang isang pamilyar na mukha. Anthony Falcon. Ang lalaking bigla na lang nawalang parang bula eight years ago. Malayo na ang itsura nito ngayon. He is now a bachelor. A business magnate. And a billionaire's prince.At higit sa lahat, ang kaisa isang lalaking inibig niya.

Where she’s been for the last two and half years was a mystery, and so was the reason she left in the first place. Now, though, she’s back in their hometown of Santa Monica, California, even if it means facing the boy(Conor) she fell in love with and revealing the reason she left. Conor has questions, and when his broken heart and her guilty one collide. Only one thing is certain: Chloe’s daughter will change everything

Sebuah kacamata teknologi tinggi mengubah hidup Bima, mahasiswa tingkat akhir yang hampir putus asa menjadi seorang penakluk wanita. Awalnya dia ingin memanfaatkan teknologi itu membuat Monica, dosen pembimbingnya yang cantik dan galak, tunduk kepadanya. Dia juga menjerat beberapa wanita dan mempermainkan mereka. Ternyata, kemampuannya itu malah membuka skandal busuk yang melibatkan para wanita yang telah dia taklukkan.

After five miscarriages, I seek out a doctor to ask why I can't carry my babies to term. However, I overhear his conversation with my husband when I'm at the door. "The abortion medication you've prescribed is quite effective—she's already had five miscarriages. When can you do a hysterectomy? I can't let Adrianna have my child. "Oh, and give me something to keep a mother and baby safe. Monica is pregnant with my child; I have to make sure she gives birth to a healthy baby." The doctor says, "Adrianna's health has deteriorated over the years, though. It's highly likely she'll never have children." Reynold Scott scoffs indifferently. "So what? It's precisely because I don't want her to have children that I've been making her miscarry! Look, let's end this here. I need to accompany Monica on a shopping spree for the baby." I feel cold all over when I hear this. It turns out the love I've been defending is nothing but a joke.

“You rejected me,” I spit out, pushing his hands off me. “You humiliated me. You said you already loved someone else. So why are you doing this to me now?” Fire dances in his eyes. “That wasn’t love. What I feel for you now is love.” “And why do you think I can still love you after all that?” “Because I’ll earn it,” he growls, towering over me, cornering me against the wall. He pins me flat with his body, letting me feel his raging hardness. “Day by day, little by little. I’m going to make you love me.” *** Monica Redding works in the world of passion, but she’s never known true desire until she was being actively pursued by someone she doesn’t know. From leaving cryptic messages to elaborate gifts, her admirer elevated his game to manipulating her life… and killing anyone who dared to hurt her. Cornered, she has no choice but to face him. Only to find out that it’s the man who rejected her a long time ago. None other than the Alpha King. Monica is the Alpha King’s regret… and now, his obsession. And he will stop at nothing to take her back.

Every day, my son and husband finish all the house chores before I even get home. But only because they're bringing my husband's first love, Sally Sullivan, back for Thanksgiving, I pour boiling water on my son's face. I also kick both my son and husband out when it's 104°F outside. Desperate to save our son, my husband sprawls across the front porch, begging me to open the door. "Wanda, open the door! We need to save our son! I only invited Sally over because she saved you once back then. I didn't mean anything else by it!" "Mom, it hurts!" my son cries. "Mom, can't you kiss me? Mom…" Meanwhile, I'm slouching on the couch, snacking away as I watch TV. In the end, my husband can't take it anymore and brings me to the Bad Mom Court for trial. The moment my memories are extracted, the entire court bursts into tears.