The Beginning After The End 10

Rumors spread about the city's wealthiest man, Alexander Stone, abandoning his wife after three years of a secret marriage to marry the daughter of a state senator for personal gain. However, his wife surprised everyone by calmly modifying their divorce agreement to demand compensation for her husband’s failure to fulfill his duties as a husband. She is entitled to half of his company. And when the man offers a reward for her whereabouts, he puts himself in the hands of his top lawyer advisor, unknowingly she is the abandoned ex-wife who is set to take half of his company.y.

Both Sienna Zeller, a top-tier actress, and I went into premature labor, and my husband, hailed as the star obstetrician, pulled a deformed baby from me. The shock nearly broke me. I sank into despair, only to accidentally discover that Sienna was my husband's first love. He had deliberately caused my early labor, planning to swap my healthy baby for hers, all to protect her image. Sienna played the perfect mother in public while secretly abusing my daughter until she was left mentally impaired. Heartbroken, I went to rescue my child, only for my husband and his first love to conspire, shoving us both down the stairs to our deaths. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I gave birth. I touched my unborn baby and vowed that this time, that cheating, cruel man and that treacherous woman would pay.

One impulsive night, one electric connection, and one decision that alters everything. When Amalia Suarez, isang masipag ngunit ang buhay ay nasa sa ilalim ng kontrol ng kanyang madrasta matapos pumanaw ang kanyang ama. She seeks escape from the pressures of her life, she finds herself swept into the arms of a mysterious stranger. Their chemistry is undeniable, and the night they share is unforgettable. But what was meant to be a fleeting moment of passion spirals into something life-altering when she discovers the consequences of their night. The stranger isn’t just anyone; he's a son of a billionaire at ang malala isang siyang spoiled at rebelde. Lahat ng inakala niyang magagandang katangian nito ay naglaho ng parang bula. Dylan, the one she one night stand with sees her as a threat to him and to his father. Especially when he felt that she could become his stepmother or was he just in denial because she was closer to his father? As their worlds collide in ways neither could have anticipated, Amalia grapples with a secret that could change everything—she’s pregnant. Naging komplikado ang lahat. It hurt even more when she found out that the man she once loved was already tied to another woman. It's something rich people do—arranged marriages. And when she learned the truth, she felt betrayed. Now, she feels lost, as if everyone has turned against her. Her life is ruined, she's pregnant, and she's been betrayed. So, she left, unknowingly distancing herself from them, and decided to live on her own with her son. But when the time came, she decided to go back—not for him or for anyone, but for her son’s life. She wanted him to have a good life, and to do that, she had to go back.

Sa araw ng libing ng kanyang ina, natabunan ng katahimikan ang mundo ni Amara Alvarez. Samantalang sa kabilang panig ng lungsod, ang lalaking tinawag niyang asawa ay nagdiriwang, isang marangyang birthday party, inihahandog hindi para sa kanya, kundi para sa unang babaeng minahal nito. Doon niya tuluyang naunawaan ang lahat. Hindi siya kailanman minahal. At ang isang relasyong walang pag-ibig ay wala ring saysay ipaglaban. Tahimik niyang iniwan ang mga papeles ng diborsyo. Tahimik niyang isinara ang buhay na ipinagkatiwala rito. At sa katahimikang iyon, ipinaalam din niya ang batang dinadala kasabay ng pagtalikod niya sa lahat ng dati niyang pinanghawakan. Lumisan si Amara mag-isa. Pagkaraan ng limang taon, sa isang marangyang auction, muling napatigil ang mundo. Ang punong auctioneer—nakasuot ng makintab na bestida at may puting belo sa mukha ay naging sentro ng atensyon. Kumipot ang mga mata ni Nardo Morales. May kung anong pamilyar sa tinig, sa tindig, at presensiya nito. “Ang pangalan niya… Amara?” “Opo,” sagot ng kanyang assistant. “May nag-alok ng milyon-milyon para makita ang kanyang mukha, pero tumanggi siya.” Sa sandaling iyon, parang may bumagsak na pader sa kanyang dibdib. Ang babaeng limang taon niyang hinanap at pinakawalan ay nasa harap na niya. Kinagabihan, sa isang madilim na interseksyon, hinarang niya ang dinaanan nito. “Auctioneer Mara,” malamig niyang wika, “hanggang kailan ka tatakas?” Huminto siya. Hindi man lang lumingon. “Mr. Morales,” matatag niyang sagot, “diborsyado na tayo.” “Hindi ako pumayag.” Bumigat ang tinig niya. “Nasaan ang anak ko?” Dahan-dahan siyang humarap. “Mr. Morales, tila kayo ang nakalimot. Limang taon na ang nakalipas mula nang nagpapalaglag ako.” Nanigas ang kanyang mukha. “Kung ganoon,” mariing sabi niya, “ano ito?” Sa harap ni Amara, tatlong batang limang taong gulang ang sabay-sabay na humakbang pasulong, nakahanay, magkakahawig ang mga mata, at malinaw na malinaw ang sagot sa tanong niya.

The proud and spirited Evelyn White relentlessly pursued the aloof and cold-hearted Julian Moore, eventually becoming Mrs. Moore as she had dreamed. For Julian, Evelyn, the once-proud princess, lowered her noble head. However, after their marriage, she discovered that he still kept his first love in his heart, an unforgettable shadow from his past. Evelyn became the subject of ridicule among the affluent socialites of Riverdale’s elite circles. One day, a heated argument escalated into a dramatic rooftop scene, captured by someone with ill intent and swiftly posted online, making Evelyn the target of public scorn across the city. When she regained consciousness, all memories of him were gone. Evelyn asked, “Sir, may I ask who you are?” Julian replied, “Eve, pretending to have amnesia is such a cliché. I won’t divorce you.” However, Evelyn really turned and walked away without looking back. Three years later. A little girl with delicate features accidentally fell into Julian’s arms. Seeing the familiar figure that haunted his dreams, Julian instinctively blurted out, “Eve, this is... our child?” Evelyn, holding the arm of a charming and elegant man beside her, smiled and said, “Mr. Moore, let me introduce you—this is the father of my child!”

My mother was once adored and protected by three men. As such, I had three fathers. After her death, I was raised by one of the greatest doctors, the richest man in Theala, and an award-winning actor. For 13 years, I was showered with overwhelming adoration. That was until three years ago—the day they adopted Erin, an orphan girl. From then on, they began to dote on her. When she accused me of stealing her necklace, they tore my room apart in their search, smashing my most cherished music box in the process. They only felt remorse when they saw me sobbing over the shards. As compensation, they bought me every music box they could find. When she claimed I mocked her for being an orphan, they forced me to write a hundred apology letters as punishment. They only massaged my hands in remorse upon seeing them trembling so badly that I could no longer feed myself. When Erin accused me of shredding her gown, they locked me in the dark basement, starving me for three whole days. When I was let out, they were filled with remorse upon realizing how much weight I had lost. Their bloodshot eyes watched over the grand feast they prepared as an apology. All of that lasted until Erin poisoned my cup of water. I kept coughing up blood as my body grew weaker by the day. Daniel only diagnosed me with malnutrition and made me take prescribed supplements. Unbeknownst to him, those supplements only hastened the poison's effects. After I collapsed at school, I went to the hospital for treatment. "You only have three days left to live," the doctor said. Why then… Why did my fathers drown themselves in sorrow and kill Erin after my death?

I decided to die on my 28th birthday. It was not suicide but homicide... by my dear sister, Susan Bruno. I had always known that she would kill me. I told my older brother, Barry Bruno, and he said, "Charlotte, don't always think so badly of Susan." I told my fiancé, Calvin Simmon, and he said, "You're making up a story to draw attention again." Hence, I decided to give them the evidence they wanted most—a corpse. I installed seven cameras, set up an automatic sending program, and wrote a farewell letter. I left clues for the killer, bait for Susan, and a time bomb for my family. Today, Susan texted: [Charlotte, Dad has something for you at the safe house.] I replied: [Coming.] Before leaving, I checked my to-do list one last time. Everything was checked off, except for one thing: death. I would die. They would never know that the moment my heart stopped beating... the countdown to revenge had only just begun.

Five years after I mated to Alpha Derek Blackwood, his childhood sweetheart broke her mate bond with another Alpha and returned to our pack. Even worse, I had depleted my life force saving Derek when he was mortally wounded, and now I was dying. In the less than six months I had left to live, I continued to play the role of Derek's good mate. Until I passed away. And Derek, after reading the journal I left behind, completely fell apart.

I didn't think much of her during the interview but my boyfriend decided to hire her. Not only was her work substandard, but her attitude toward me was hostile. I found out later that she was his ex.

Mom and Aunt Denise Taylor fell off the balcony in the midst of their heated argument. Dad rushed in just as they hit the ground, each with a broken arm. Without hesitation, he left Mom behind and hurriedly took Denise to the hospital instead. Later, Mom filed for divorce. Dad's face twisted in anger as he yelled, "Enough, Nicole! So what if you broke an arm and can't hold a scalpel anymore? What's the big deal? Dee is a genius designer. If she had lost her hand, her life would've been over! Of course, I had to save her first!" Watching all this in my ghostly state, I couldn't help but laugh. Did Dad really think that Mom had only lost the use of her hand? Mom didn't just lose her hand. She lost me. After all, I had severe heart failure, and the only person who could perform the life-saving surgery was Mom, the medical master herself. But none of that matters now, because I'm already gone.