The Beginning After The End

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.

"Bitch! Still trying to play innocent?" Jasper said as he tightened his grip on Renea's throat and squeezed harder. Then he used his other hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket and played the video of two people having sex in front of Renea... What was even more shocking was that the woman in the video was Renea Morris, but the man in the video was not Jasper. Renea struggled to get the phone out of Jasper's hand and tried to explain, "Jasper, it was not what you think... I... I can..." Jasper looked at Renea with disgusted eyes as he said, "Let's call off the wedding. I can't marry a woman like you." After saying that, Jasper walked out of the store. Renea runs after Jasper. But then she sees Jasper passionately kissing her sister Kailey. And she hears everything, that her sleeping with strange men was all a plan of the Vipers for the last two days, and that their goal was to get out of this stupid marriage. Even her adoptive parents were involved in this... They are all doing this to her because of the inheritance left by her grandfather... Renea's heart was filled with anger and she wanted to expose them to the public... But before she could do anything, Kailey had pushed her in front of the car and she was killed... But when Renea opened her eyes, she found herself in the car with Kailey... She realized that she was reborn and went back to the time when it all started... Renea looked at the people who had hurt her in her previous life and her lips curled into a cold smile... She was back... But this time... she was back for revenge...

She loved him in silence. He denied her without remorse. Alvara gave her heart to a man far above her world, believing his promises meant something. But when consequences followed, Adrian Vale chose power over love—and erased her without hesitation. Forced into a marriage built on cold rules and public lies, Alvara quickly learns that being a wife does not mean being wanted. Every kindness has conditions. Every smile hides control. And every mistake is hers to bear alone. When the marriage ends, Alvara walks away with nothing but scars and a vow never to be weak again. Years later, she returns...changed, guarded, and no longer willing to beg for what she deserves. But the man who once denied her isn’t ready to let go. In a world ruled by power, pride, and regret, can love survive after divorce… or is denial the one thing that never truly ends?

"You want a divorce?" His voice was ice, sending a chill down her spine. "You'll never get it." For three years, Bellatrix devoted herself to Cillian Laurent—Miami’s ruthless tycoon and her indifferent husband—hoping to earn his love. But when she’s diagnosed with a life-threatening illness, she realizes the bitter truth: she was never his choice. Just a placeholder for the woman who abandoned him… and has now returned. Determined to reclaim her life, Bellatrix demands a divorce. But the man who once ignored her now refuses to let her go. As buried secrets unravel, she discovers their twisted marriage was never what it seemed. Can she break free from a love that was never hers? Or will his obsession destroy them both?

From a campus romance to marriage, Dominic Fleming had always believed he led a perfect life. His wife, Isabella Sinclair, was dazzlingly beautiful. Their daughter, Lilith, was sweet and obedient. Dominic sometimes told himself he must have been a saint in a past life to deserve such happiness. Everything began to change the moment Isabella's so-called "sworn brother," Alexander Grant, entered their lives. Alex's name appeared more and more often, and it crept into every corner of their marriage. For Lilith's sake, Dominic endured the strain again and again until the day of the accident. As he lay on the operating table with his life hanging by a thread, Isabella was not at his side—she was with Alexander instead. That was the moment Dominic's heart finally turned cold. So why did Isabella regret it? She knelt with Alexander, who likewise barely clung to life, and wept as she begged Dominic for forgiveness. "Dom, I know I was wrong. Let's get married again. I will make him kneel and beg you for forgiveness," Isabella said. "Scram," Dominic replied. Isabella nodded eagerly. "Fine. I will throw him out right now!" "Get the fuck out too!" Dominic barked.

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.

I'm going to die. In the eyes of the underworld, I was a sinner. My death would be a final, cursed dishonor. But even with the Ricci family in ruins, I was still the noble Principessa. The Ricci pride in my blood would not allow my body to fall into the hands of a rival Family. Humiliation. Desecration. Photographs flaunted for all to see. I didn't much care if my body became a trophy to celebrate their victory. But if the world knew the last of the Ricci bloodline had become a plaything for our enemies, it would be a disgrace to the entire Family. After weighing my options, I dragged my broken body to the turf of my ex-boyfriend, the man I'd left seven years ago, now the Don of the Falcone family. "After I die, I need you to handle my body." He was silent for a long moment, then let out a cold laugh. "Of course. I'll sink you in the Hudson River with a tombstone tied to your feet, engraved with the name of your filthy family."

My mother is in the late stages of cancer. Yet, she sits in a wheelchair with an oxygen tube and endures a long train ride just to attend my wedding with Isaac Pudley. But when it's time for him to walk down the aisle, I don't see him anywhere despite screaming his name. It turns out his childhood sweetheart, Megan Ericsson, is having another depressive episode and is threatening suicide again. "Isaac, I can't live without you," she screeches. Isaac is always so stern and composed, but he now holds Megan in his arms and begs me to call off the wedding so they can leave. Relatives and guests watch the spectacle with thinly veiled amusement. To make matters worse, my mother is so angry that she faints. However, Isaac believes that my mother is feigning illness. He only wants to take Megan with him and leave. He even takes away my mother's wheelchair. But he seems to have forgotten that he has hurt me 97 times by now. After he hurts me 99 times, I’ll definitely leave him.

Moira wasn't the Luna he wanted. To strengthen the alliance, her father sacrificed her with a classic trap so that she could marry Alpha Jude Hammer from The Night Hunter Pack. The plan worked, but for seven years, Moira felt no happiness or love from Jude. Then, one day, she finds out the reason—Jude has found his fated mate. Heartbroken, especially since she had lost everything, Moira filed for divorce, left the company, and started a new life. *** I was startled by the commotion outside the apartment. It was unusually quiet for eight o’clock, and the sound I heard... I decided to check it out. Someone was standing at the door, which I opened hastily to confirm. Instead of peace, I found a new problem. Jude held the door, forcing his way in and locking it. He closed the distance between us, pinning me against the wall, so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. His strong arms wrapped around my waist, so stiff and tight. My heart skipped a beat, not because of lingering love for him, but because I felt disturbed by his presence. "What the hell are you doing here, Jude? You have Bella, don't drag me in. You shouldn't be here," I snapped, but it didn't faze him at all. "Screw Bella! I came to confirm something." He moved again, closer, so that our lips almost touched. “Are you drunk? Go home. You will only cause me problems. We'd been divorced, remember?” I said, trying to gently push him away. “What? Divorced? Don’t even think about it, Wifey. I didn't sign it. NEVER. Means, you’re still my wife. You're MINE.”

Love wasn't what brought us together, but making this marriage work was what I've held on tightly to for five years. Enduring every pain he caused me, and when I lost our baby, he didn't care. And after five years of torture... when I had nothing to offer him now, he threw a divorce paper in my face and said icily. "Sign the paper, Eloise. Rose is pregnant with my child, and I don't want her to feel uncomfortable with you around here." "You can't do this to me, Lucas. I'm pregnant with your child." I tried to save our marriage... I still held on until the end, but as I drowned in fire and called him to save me, he went for his mistress instead, and left me to die. And as I breathed my last, I only had one wish... To be reborn. So I could make them pay for everything. And just when I thought it was all over, I woke up... This time, I was reunited with the important person that I once lost... My ex-boyfriend. This time, they will regret everything...