She Wasn't My Daughter

I'd just put the condom on when someone started pounding on the door. My wife, Jocelyn Gill, shoved me aside, panic all over her face. I shot a glare at the door. Her adopted brother, Calvin Tyler, stood there, flushed, staring at her. The bulge in his pants wasn't subtle. "Jocelyn, please help me. I feel awful. I think I'm having an episode!" Seeing him like that, nothing like before, my temper snapped. "Then go get treated. Why are you barging into your sister's room? You got no shame? You can't even get married because of this, so now you're wrecking mine?" Jocelyn rushed over and slapped me. "Finley, how can you say that? Calvin's still a kid. How could he think something that disgusting? Before his parents died, they asked me to take care of him. I'm a psychiatrist—if I don't treat him, how do I face them? You're acting nothing like a brother-in-law. Apologize to Calvin right now, or we're getting divorced!" In two years of marriage, I'd lost count of how many times she'd pulled that card over Calvin. Back then, I'd risked my life just to win her. She thought I'd never leave. She was wrong. This time, I was done loving her.

"Olivia, I want to live in this moment forever. I don't want to see no daylight" Those were his last words to her * After the death of Olivia Grimes neighbor and lover, Olivia found that that she was was pregnant with his baby and had no heart of carrying it. She tried to abort the baby but the baby proved stubborn. When her parents found out about the pregnancy, they threw her out of the house without a care in the world. She became homeless and lost everything Eight years after, she met a powerful businessman who changed her believe about what happened to her lover eight years ago

The Garcia family's notorious illegitimate son — violent, obsessive, and dangerously unstable — had sent out a public marriage summons. One of us, my sister or I, was to become his bride. My father, with his career in ruins and his influence dwindling, had no choice but to agree. In desperation, I begged my boyfriend Eric Jordan to return home and make our engagement official. He did rush back, travel-worn and anxious — but only to ask for my sister's hand in marriage. Shattered, I demanded to know why. Eric frowned, his voice icy. "You're just a foster daughter of the Lynch family. You've eaten their food, lived under their roof for years. And if it weren't for Willa, you would've frozen to death on the street. Now's your chance to repay her. Don't be ungrateful." I refused to stay silent. He shoved me aside in frustration. "I told you — Willa and I are only pretending. Once she's out of danger and that lunatic forgets about the proposal, we'll divorce. I'll come back for you. However, stop embarrassing yourself like this — it's pathetic." What Eric did not know was… Willa Lynch escaped the marriage. However, I did not. Later, on the day of the wedding, as the bridal car passed the Jordan family estate, I looked out the window — and locked eyes with Eric. His face turned pale as a sheet.

"I am sorry but I'm not interested in playing this game in disguise of a marriage, I think we should make our relationship open." He suggested, his voice firm and cold. Lilith was love struck, determined not to marry anyone else but him; but he had other plans in mind. After getting married and taking her property, he proposed an open relationship despite knowing of her feelings for him and after months of resistance, this time she agrees. She meets with her brother's best friends and forms a relationship with the two, but she doesn't know what was in store for her. Lilith is thrown into the world of the duo, filled with danger, affection and mysteries. She struggles to heal her self from her husband, at the same time plotting a revenge that would weaken him for life. How will Lilith get her revenge? And which turn would her relationship take? Stay tuned to find out.

Elena Kingston is a young lady who is indebted, her sister's medical bills take up half her income and her school loans keep piling up. She enters a loveless relationship with Marcus because he pays her bills but she soon falls in love with Gavin who is unknowingly Marcus's stepbrother with a lot of personal issues. A lot of lies, fits of anger, jealousy and passion later, Elena is faced with a decision, who does she trust more? Her cold husband who does not give her a time of his day or his stepbrother who has been lying and keeping things from her from the moment they met?

Herbert Fischer lets his precious childhood sweetheart dump scalding stew all over me as everyone watches. Worse, he tells me to apologize, all because I said one harsh sentence to her. Tears stream down my face as I ask him, "Is my life worth less than a hair on her head?" He snorts. "Stop overthinking. It's just hot stew—you won't die from a few burns."

Alexander once pursued Aurelia passionately in college, eventually marrying him after graduation. Together, they founded Alexander Cosmetics, with Aurelia secretly investing $1 million and using her hidden abilities to create revolutionary anti‑aging products. However, on their third anniversary, Alexander discovers Alexander cheating with his returning first love. Heartbroken, she divorces him and leaves quietly. After the divorce, Aurelia begins reclaiming her true identity — heiress of the mysterious Virel family — while encountering new man who treat her with genuine warmth and admiration. As Aurelia rises in power, wealth, and influence, Alexander begins to realize the truth about Aurelia's sacrifices. Filled with regret, he tries desperately to win her back. But Aurelia has changed And this time she may never return.

The nanny, Polly Jackson, pushes me down the stairs when I'm seven months pregnant. I suffer from major blood loss and go into premature labor. Before I can question her about it, Zachary Campbell brushes me off with a lame excuse. "Polly didn't mean it. You and the baby are fine, so don't be so petty about this." I get out of bed to move around. I'm at the bathroom door when I hear Zachary and Polly's conversation. "Are you sure that wretch can stay alive, Zachary? Switching it out won't be that easy if it dies." "Don't worry about whether Daisy Jameson's baby can live, Mom. Either way, mine and Danielle's child will be the Campbell family's sole heir." I pretend I've never heard this and raise my son for 18 years. During a banquet held in honor of a share ownership transfer, Polly suddenly shows up with my mentally impaired daughter. She cries, "Mason is my grandson! It's high time he's returned to his rightful place after being raised by the wrong family for so long!" I'm unfazed. I even laugh at her words. "Fine, then!"

How could I have imagined that the myths and legends that I loved since childhood, with the move to a foreign city, would come true and that I myself would turn out to be one of these legends. And the giant wolf with bright green eyes from my amazing dreams will come true, taking on the appearance of not only an animal, but also a man. I perceived him as someone unreal, even though the fame of this lugar went ahead of him. But what do you think I should do when he appears before me, protecting me from his own bloodthirsty relatives? Prepared to attack, protecting the one he cherishes. He will kill, brutally tear apart anyone who dares to approach her. He will kill without hesitation for a second. For the sake of the one that was given to him by fate. He will die without a moment's hesitation For the sake of the one born of his enemy.

Bianca is dying. Acute myeloid leukemia, stage three. The family doctor told me on the phone—bone marrow transplant, only option, perfect match. Identical twins share ninety-nine percent compatibility. I crushed the diagnosis report. My name was at the top: Gemma Blackwell. But the doctor trembled, whispering apologies. A clerical error. The sick twin was Bianca. The cure was me. I had to get home. Rain lashed the taxi windows. I rehearsed the scene: Father setting down his cigar, Mother gasping, me explaining the mix-up. The report has my name, but the blood work is Bianca's. I can fix this before it's too late. My phone lit up. Family group chat. Father's message was short: [Gemma is terminal. Bianca forbidden from donation. Family decision.] My blood turned to ice. They had seen the misdelivered file. They thought I was the one dying—and they had voted to let me rot. When I pushed open the door and saw Father, I felt it— the temperature drop, the world freezing around me. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Father," I said, my voice barely steady. "I have a question for you." He looked up from his cigar, annoyed. "If it were Bianca dying," I whispered. "Would you have made me give her my marrow?" The room went silent. He set down the cigar. A long pause. "No," he said finally. "Of course. We have resources. We would find another donor. We would never ask you to take that risk." I smiled a little. Just a small, sad smile. "Good," I said softly. "That's exactly what you said. Don't regret this."