The Gift Chronicles นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My brother-in-law, Calum Russell, throws away the expensive New Year's gift that I buy. Putting a hand on my sister's pregnant belly, he tries to drive me out of the house. He says, "I pretended that I didn't know you were adopted because you used to help support the family's finances. But now that the house is about to be demolished, we will get a huge compensation for it. I have to kick you out, or you'll be taking my son's share!" I look at my parents and my sister in confusion, but none of them take my side. They just look at me with disgust and tell me to be grateful that they raised me for so many years. They demand that I sign the adoption termination agreement quickly and get out. I let out a sigh. Suppressing my anger, I sign it and leave. What a pity! If they had waited just a few more minutes, I would have told them that the demolition is fake. But what's real is that I have just won a lottery of 200 million dollars.

Darlene always knew that her curves made her different from the other wolves in the Silver Moon pack, but she thought that her beauty and her gift as a healer would be enough for her mate. She was wrong. On the night of the ceremony, in front of hundreds of mocking eyes, the future Alpha cruelly rejects her: "I don't want a Moon who can't even run alongside a warrior. You're too much for my eyes, Darlene." Humiliated and heartbroken, Darlene flees to the territory of the Blood Wolves, a pack of outcasts led by the fearsome and legendary Eryx. He is an exiled Alpha, scarred by war and hatred, who does not believe in destiny... until he smells the scent of the she-wolf who has entered his lands. To the world, Darlene is "too much." To Eryx, she is the perfection his wolf demands to claim. Eryx will not only give her a home; he will give her the power to destroy those who scorned her. Because when a Blood Alpha claims his woman, the entire forest kneels... and his enemies burn.

After blowing through 15 million, which was my wedding gift from the Masons, I turned myself in for marriage fraud. That was when the housekeeper's daughter, Hannah Castillo, panicked. On May 5th, Castillo Enterprise and Mason Group were set to unite through marriage. I was meant to be the bride, but instead, I was locked away in a dark storage room. By the time I fought my way to the ceremony, Hannah had already finished the wedding using my identity. I went onstage and said I was the Castillos' real daughter, only to be questioned by everyone in the company. The reason was simple: Hannah had been using my name and status openly inside the company for the past six months. Hannah kicked me to the ground and sneered, "You're the housekeeper's kid! How dare you make a scene!" Before I could pull out any proof, the bodyguards Hannah hired dragged me out and dumped me on the road. A car ran into me, and I died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before the wedding.

My fiance, Henry Gordon, was two hours late to our vows on our wedding day. Just as he was catching his breath and about to say ‘I do’, he received a call from his secretary, Yvonne Luther. After hanging up, he looked at me apologetically. “Honey, my useless team can’t handle the personnel appointment of the financial team on their own. They’re insisting that I head back! I’ll make it up to you with another wedding later on.” I told him that I understood though I felt disappointed, because he was at a critical stage in his career. However, the moment he left without hesitation, I tossed the ring on my finger into the venue’s flower bed and announced to everyone that the wedding was cancelled. I had to see for myself who would ask Henry, a mere minority shareholder, to make such a significant decision without consulting me, the chairperson. He did not know that just a few hours earlier, I had taken back the ‘gift’ I gave him and reclaimed my position as the company’s chairperson.

On Christmas Eve, my six-year-old, Yule, was dying from cancer, and all he wanted was a gift from his dad dressed as Santa. I called Peter, my husband, begging him to come. His reply? "Can you stop blowing up my phone? I don't have time for this! I'm helping Tracey find Puffy. Do you know how upset she is?" Oh, Tracey. His first love. And Puffy? Her dog. I told him Yule might not make it through the night. His response? A straight-up dagger: "Don't act like this isn't your fault, Freya. If Yule hadn't kicked Puffy, none of this would've happened. Tomorrow, make sure he apologizes to Tracey." Then he hung up. That night, I sat with Yule, crying as I helped him celebrate his last Christmas. By morning, Peter's social medias were still full of posts about that freaking dog. Mine? Yule's obituary. Ten years of marriage, gone.

On the day of my mating ceremony with the Alpha, everyone said the only reason I got to marry Adrian Hawthorne and become Luna was because my face looked so much like my sister's. At the ceremony, the ring engraved with her name and the slip when Adrian instinctively spoke her name during his vows. Every detail was a reminder that I was nothing more than a stand-in. But I had loved Adrian in secret for seven years. Even being his stand-in was enough for me. I told myself that was enough. Twenty years later, I happened to see him standing beneath the Moonlight Tree, praying to the Moon Goddess. "If only Vanessa hadn't died back then." His voice trailed off. A sharp pain shot through my chest. The world went black. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning. Back to when I had just met Adrian for the first time. This had to be a gift from the Moon Goddess. A second chance. This time, I swore I'd never love Adrian Hawthorne again.

After hearing that my son was getting engaged, I immediately returned to the country to prepare the engagement party for him. As soon as I arrived at the hotel, I made a post online asking for advice. [Would this engagement gift look sincere enough?] The post included a selfie of me standing in front of a pile of engagement gifts. It quickly went viral, and the comments poured in. [This is way too sincere!] [That's at least $400,000 worth of gifts. The groom must really value you. You're so lucky, sis.] [Where do you even find a god-tier husband like this?!] … Only after reading the comments did I realize the netizens had misunderstood. Just as I was about to explain that I had prepared the engagement gifts for my future daughter-in-law, I received a private message. I froze when I opened it. [You shameless bitch, how dare you steal my things? My fiancé bought all of these for me! I suggest you return everything immediately and stop entertaining thoughts you shouldn't have!]

When Julian, the true heir by blood, was finally brought back to the Family, my cold-blooded adoptive parents cast me aside. They sent me to "The Abyss"—a clandestine hellhole where billionaires and mafia bosses paid to hunt, rape, and slaughter human prey. No matter how humiliatingly I begged for mercy, I remained locked in an iron cage, passed around as prey for those bloodthirsty beasts. Days later, a photo of me—covered in whip marks, kneeling like a dog with a chain around my neck—made its way to my beloved fiancée, Vivienne. Standing before the press, the untouchable Mafia Princess sneered, her voice dripping with disgust. "He’s pathetic and utterly filthy. The Valenti family would never align with such trash. I'll be marrying Julian instead." On cue, the Russo family officially disowned me, permanently stripping me of their name. After I was tortured to death, the wedding of the century commenced, broadcast live worldwide to celebrate the alliance between two major mafia families. But right then, my "wedding gift" was delivered. When the box was opened, the entire room went dead silent.

The day before my wedding, I went to the beauty salon for a skincare treatment. After the session, I handed over my membership card at the front desk to pay as usual. But the moment I glanced at the receipt, I frowned. "The balance is wrong. "I topped up this card with 100,000 dollars just last month. I've only used it once. How is there only 2,000 left?" Without missing a beat, the receptionist pulled up the transaction history and turned the monitor toward me. "Why don't you take a closer look yourself? "Your mother comes in three times a week using this card. Last time, she even bought one of our premium luxury skincare gift sets for 60,000 dollars. "The money on the card doesn't magically replenish itself. Of course it's gone." I stared at the endless list of transactions on the screen and stopped arguing with her. Instead, I pulled out my phone and dialed the police. "Hello, I'd like to report fraud. Someone has been using my card without permission. The amount involved exceeds 80,000 dollars."

Following the harsh rejection by her fated on her wedding day, Winter grapples with finding a way to endure the pain inflicted by Alpha Brandon of Hayland. She's not navigating this ordeal alone—her steadfast best friend Summer is by her side, and together they strive to weather the storm of anguish. However, the challenges are abundant, exacerbated by the obstacles posed by Brandon's Luna, Lesley. As Brandon withdraws his support, they must secure a new home for their orphanage. Undeterred by the adversities, Winter and Summer decide to confront their troubles head-on and salvage what remains. The quest for a new home becomes paramount, yet the financial means to relocate from Hayland are lacking. Fortunately, these two resilient women refuse to back down from a challenge. Taking charge, they embark on a journey to address their problems. Little do they know, fate intercedes in the form of the Albert Alpha twins, Noah and Sebastien. Unprepared for love and driven by ambition, the twins may overlook the precious connection they have stumbled upon. Will Noah and Sebastien recognise and cherish what they have before it's too late? Will Winter be willing to grant fate and love a second chance, and will Summer summon the courage to embrace the gift bestowed by the goddess?