Snowflake Diamond Necklace

My boyfriend insists on hiking up a snow-covered mountain to see a waterfall. That very day, I fall from the peak. When I regain consciousness, I've lost my memories and broken a leg. Even my boyfriend has become my brother-in-law. Everyone turns their backs on me, but my psychologist, Quinton Scott, comforts and guides me. One day, he gets on one knee before me with a bouquet and a diamond ring in hand. He proposes as the medical personnel watch, and I weep with joy. Half a year after our marriage, I hear his friend say, "Looks like your hypnosis has gone well for the past year, Quinton. Speaking of which, you've already helped Winnie get what she wants. Why bother marrying Jennifer?" "Did you think I wanted to? I was afraid she'd suddenly regain her memories and try to hurt Winnie. It's easier for me to watch her like this." "Is it worth going to such lengths for Winnie? You cleaned up so many of her messes, and you're now using Jennifer for that…" "I'll do anything as long as Winnie is happy." Quinton stubs out his cigarette. After a long silence, he says, "Besides, I'm just borrowing Jennifer's womb. I'm putting trash to good use!"

Aurora Valenmoor was never meant to exist. Born as an illegitimate child into a powerful acting family, she grew up under cold stares, whispered insults, and a stepmother who treated her like a stain that refused to disappear. In the glittering yet rotten world of entertainment, Her stepsister beautiful, loud, and painfully untalented was pushed into the spotlight as a rising B-list actress, while Aurora, despite her hard work and skill, was deliberately buried and labeled nothing more than a D-lister. Even the engagement left behind by her late father,an alliance meant to secure her future was something her stepsister coveted.Then came one night. Drugged and betrayed by the very woman who raised her, Aurora was meant to be ruined so her stepsister could steal her engagement. But fate twisted cruelly and unexpectedly. Instead of ruin, Aurora woke in the bed of Reuben Blackwood, the cold, ruthless CEO of Blackwood Global Entertainment, the most powerful entertainment empire in Hibiscus City. A man feared by the industry. A man no one dared to touch. One mistake. One night.And everything changed. When Aurora discovers she is pregnant, the world closes in once more until Reuben makes her an offer no one could refuse. 100 million as a wedding gift. A contract marriage. And the power to burn everyone who ever hurt her. In a world built on lies, scandals, and ambition, Aurora’s fall becomes her rise and revenge begins wearing a diamond ring.

Ravenna Ylianna Ocampo, isang babaeng naghahangad lamang na mahalin nang isang matinong lalaki. ‘Yong tunay, at hindi lamang sa taglay niyang ganda, o yaman ng kaniyang pamilya. Ilang beses siyang nabigo, at nasaktan, dahil puro lang naman pera ang nasa isipan nila, idagdag na ang paghahangad ng mga ‘to sa kaniyang katawan. But the pain vanished when she met a man named Killian Adler Rivanov. A handsome billionaire that owns a bunch of business at a young age. Madalas siyang pagkaguluhan ng mga babae, na kahit sobrang lamig na ng pakitutungo nito sa mga ‘to ay hindi pa rin siya tinatantanan. “You’re crying because of a boy?” he asked, looking straight into her eyes as he let out a mocking laugh. “He already got the diamond that he wanted and yet, he let it slipped away.” Killian wrapped his arms around her waist, trapping her in his arms so she wouldn’t runaway. With his intense stare, he use that as a weapon to make her knees tremble. “Be with me tonight, woman, and I’ll let you experience the love that you’re looking for.” ‘Yong isang minutong kasama niya ang binata ay halos hindi na siya makahinga nang maayos, at tila nahihirapan, paano na lang kaya ‘yong isang gabi na kasama niya ‘to?

Every Thanksgiving, my husband, Salvatore, brings home a showgirl from one of his clubs. He makes me kneel and serve them drinks. A lesson, he calls it, in how to please a man. This was the eighth Thanksgiving, and this time, he brought back a girl poured into a tight leather dress. "She doesn't have any decent jewelry," Salvatore announced. "Give her your heirloom diamond ring. Your grandmother's pearl earrings, too. And take off that silk choker for her." He smirked. "And listen, she's young, doesn't know the rules. You'll have to show her the ropes. Especially how to handle a man in bed." Every member of the Genovese family was watching, waiting for my humiliation. I didn't disappoint. I opened my mouth and asked Salvatore for a divorce. Salvatore let out a sharp, ugly laugh, his eyes full of contempt. "Francesca, you pull this same shit every time," he jeered. "Your act is pathetic. Even more dramatic than your performance in bed." He leaned in. "You really want to divorce me? Fine. I'll give you five million in cash if you actually walk out that door." The living room erupted in laughter. They all said I was playing hard to get, that I didn't know my place. But they didn't know. This was the 88th time I had asked for a divorce, and it was the first time I truly meant it.

I was separated from my family at a young age and was adopted by my adoptive parents, who treated me very well. The day I turned eighteen and became an adult, my biological parents called me and begged me to meet them. Even though I had not seen them for years, I decided to fly to the city where they lived for a meetup. On the day I arrived, I shopped for gifts to give them as a gesture of goodwill, all while waiting for my biological brother to come and pick me up. When I finally picked up the gifts, a young woman decided to take them for herself. “I want the smoking pipe, the tie, and the necklace she’s holding!” She signaled to the shop assistant with a quirk of her lips, and the latter snatched the gift boxes from me. “Hey, I saw them first!” I was furious, but she looked me up and down with a sneer. “All these items are from the most expensive brands in the store. They cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. Can a penniless loser like you afford them? “I am the daughter of the Ferrero family. My older brother is the heir of the Roccia Gang, the city's most powerful gang. Over here, no one dares fight me over things I’ve set my eyes on.” ‘Ferrero? Isn’t that my biological family?’ I thought. As it turned out, she was the girl my parents had adopted after they lost me. I raised an eyebrow and called my older brother, who was coming to pick me up. “Hey, your adopted sister snatched the gifts I bought for you all. What’re you going to do about it?”

Julian Ashford, the golden boy of the city's elite, had his left leg broken by his father with a golf club -- all because of me, a scholarship student. He was stripped of his billion-dollar inheritance and cast out of the family. For three years, he dragged that ruined leg around an auto repair shop, doing backbreaking labor just to scrape together enough for my college tuition. Everyone said I was the luckiest girl alive -- that I'd brought the untouchable heir of a financial empire to his knees, made him willing to live on scraps in the worst part of town. Today was our three-year anniversary. I was carrying the freshly signed Holloway Group inheritance confirmation documents, ready to finally tell him my real identity and pull him out of this misery. I walked down the corridor of The Grand Pavilion, holding a box of vanilla shortbread -- his favorite. Through the half-open door of a private suite, Julian Ashford stood tall on two perfectly healthy legs, dressed in an immaculate tailored suit, sliding a rare pink diamond ring onto the finger of Victoria Sterling -- the city's most celebrated socialite. "Victoria, I used that scholarship girl as a shield to survive three years of my old man's relentless arranged marriage schemes. My body's completely untouched. You've always been the one I was going to marry." I looked down at my own hands, cracked and raw from the cold, and tore the inheritance documents to shreds.

On our fifth dating anniversary, my boyfriend, Luke Bolton, gives me a cheap bracelet worth less than a hundred dollars. On the same night, he splurges ten million dollars on a yacht for his first love, Cindy Gale. I refuse to accept this, and he accuses me of making a scene. "I gave Cindy that gift to boost the company's stock price, not because I still have feelings for her," he says. "You're poor, and I still promised to marry you. Isn't that enough? This was actually your last test, Elisa Gray, but you failed it." I break up with him, and he immediately proposes to Cindy. Five years after that, we meet again at a luxury hotel during a business summit. His company is about to become an industry giant, and Cindy is holding onto his arm. When he sees me, I'm standing in a fountain, all drenched and disheveled. "Elisa," Luke sneers. "When you turned me down back then, did it ever cross your mind that you might end up worse than a homeless person? "Don't think acting pitiful here will make me feel sorry and take you back." I ignore him. My son's cherished blue diamond was a birthday gift from his father, and he accidentally dropped it into the fountain. He's so upset that he's about to cry, and I have to find it right away.

After two years abroad in seclusion as I recovered, I received a selfie from my daughter, Lila Ashford. She was sitting on a bike, dressed in a work uniform. "Mom, you’ll be home soon, right? I miss you so much." My heart softened as I thought about how my girl had grown up. She understood that she needed to start from the bottom and work her way up. I was about to praise her when I noticed her skin seemed tanner, and her fitted shirt was the same one I’d bought her three years ago. It was frayed and worn thin, yet she still hadn’t thrown it away. As a child of the wealthiest family, Lila shouldn’t have to live like this, not even for "life experience". I zoomed in on the picture again. Her shoes were falling apart, the front gaping wide open. The more I looked, the more uneasy I became. The next second, I stumbled across Serena Ashford, my adopted daughter’s posts on social media. She was showing off male models, luxury cars, and on her wrist, the global limited-edition diamond bracelet I had given Lila. What shocked me most was the car that appeared in nearly every photo, the very one I had gifted Lila for her college graduation. How the hell had it ended up with her instead?!

Aria was born wolfless…an outcast, a disgrace, a target. Betrayed by her family, tormented by her cruel twin, and rejected by the mate who told her she was nothing, she was left to die. Until a kind human billionaire saved her and gave her a new name. Ivy Blackwood. Now Ivy has a new life, a diamond ring on her finger, and a future far away from werewolves and their cruel laws. She made herself a promise…never again would she bow to an Alpha. But fate has other plans. Her fiancé isn’t human at all. He’s Leo Ashton…the Alpha King. The most feared wolf in existence. Cold. Possessive. Untouchable. And when he discovers Ivy is his fated mate, he makes one thing brutally clear; She belongs to him. Just when Ivy begins to feel like she’s living her happily ever after…her past crashes into her future. Her first mate, the one who rejected her, returns to reclaim her. And another Alpha, darker and ruthless, kidnaps her, convinced she is the reincarnation of the mate he murdered. Three Alphas. One wolfless girl. A deadly fate wrapped in secrets, lies, and a curse that could destroy them all. Ivy Blackwood was once the prey. Now, she’s about to become the most powerful piece in a war only she can end.

"The divorce certificate will be sent to you in jail." Madeline glared towards the numb body of her husband who was silently dragged by the police. His eye never left her black diamond pearl until he was shoved in the car to drive away from his beloved wife, he waited to see her for 1 month desperately. “I refuse to let go of you.” He whispered before losing sight of his desperation. Madeline Bennett is a two-identity girl, who has hidden her reality under her professional persona which is Prof. Maria, a great female scientist, who had never shown her face publicly. Unfortunately, she is trapped between the mafia gangs for her invention. Escaping from those people she ends up marrying a billionaire, cold and heartless mafia king Varun Singh, who is utterly unknown of her Professor identity. One promise joined the destiny of two strangers. One was in pain; another was in misery. They were healing for each other but he chooses to be a poison. He treats her worst, but she is strong for her promise and dream. As life steps forward she succeeds in breaking his cold walls and opening his heart, making him fall for her but it was too late. His one mistake crushes her affection and care for him in pieces, on the other hand, the world was standing out to snatch her away. Will he be able to correct his mistake and win her back?