This Is Where It Ends Book Summary

Livie thought she found her forever with long-time boyfriend Abel. Livie and Abel were just meant to be. At the age of eighteen, they sneak off to get married. On the night of their wedding, things go too far. A drunken Abel is tricked by Livie's sneaky cousin, Anna. Anna has been jealous of Livie their entire lives. Determined to wreck Livie's happiness, Anna does a terrible thing. When Livie discovers what Anna and Abel have done, she runs away, stepping out of their lives. A heartbroken Abel moves away when his band becomes an overnight success story. A sick Anna reaches out to make peace with Livie nearly a year later. Livie forgives her dying cousin. Suddenly, Livie is thrust into parenthood by caring for Annas young son, Fin. Fin's famous father adds to the distraction of Livie's new reality. Faced with the truth that it is time for her to move forward in life, Livie reaches out to Abel for a divorce. Unfortunately, Abel causes a stir when he declares he wants their marriage to work out. Livie must learn to navigate her feelings for Abel and her desires for a fresh start. Her fresh start may be with a new man or it may be with a second chance romance.

Yavonne has been on her own for a few years, just trying to avoid being detected by pretty well anyone. Her sadness slowly grows to rage, the victim day by day turning to villainy for a solution. Koin's life was perfect, he would be Alpha in a few years, the next in a long line of men to make a grand decision that would further change the packs fortunes for the better. But what if both of their lives were built on lies, surrounded by creatures neither of them even knew existed?

Three years ago, on the day I married Luca Moretti, he personally handed me a marriage contract with a fixed term of three years. His tone was casual, indifferent, as if he were discussing an ordinary business deal. "This marriage exists solely to serve the alliance of interests between the Morettis and the Vitales. Sign this agreement. After three years, the marriage will automatically dissolve. When that time comes, you can go and pursue your true love." I barely hesitated before signing. Ten years earlier, at an inter-family business gala, when I was ten and Luca was sixteen, I had already fallen hopelessly in love with him. What looked like a strategic alliance was, in truth, the outcome of my decade-long unrequited love. During the three years of our marriage, Luca was attentive and gentle toward me. Over time, I began to believe I was loved. I sank into that illusion, unable to pull myself out, forgetting entirely about the agreement. That illusion was shattered completely on the night of our third wedding anniversary. That evening, Luca arrived with Elena, who had just returned to New York, and attended what was supposed to be our third anniversary celebration together. She stood beside him with ease and composure, smoothly engaging with business partners. People praised her, saying she looked more like the Donna of the Moretti family. In that moment, even though Luca never mentioned the agreement again, I understood clearly that it was time for me to step aside. After breaking free from his control, crossing an ocean to rebuild myself, and becoming a brilliant leader in my industry, I would no longer wait for his love.

At ten years old, I watched my mom jump to her death in a rainstorm. That same night, my dad brought home a glamorous woman and her nine-year-old daughter. I had feared and hated rainy days since then. My husband once helped me face that childhood trauma, staying by my side through every storm and promising, "Don't worry, Lena, you'll never face your fears alone." But when I refused to pick up his new assistant, he abandoned me on a highway in pouring rain, saying, "Marie is your sister, and you left her out there? Walk home!" That night, the rain never stopped, and I walked thirteen hours along a dark, endless road. That was when I decided I was done with him.

All along, I've been following a social media account that's dedicated to a couple sharing about their romance. It doesn't have a lot of followers, but the posts are all very heartwarming. The owner of the account records all the little details about his relationship with his girlfriend. They get into arguments over a plate of pasta before breaking into laughter and calling each other an overgrown child. They climb up the hill to hold each other under the sky full of stars, wishing they could make time pause at that very moment. Even though the owner of the account never reveals his face, I am always moved by the words he writes. The day before my wedding, the owner uploads a new post. "This marks the end of our ten-year relationship. From now on, she'll be his wife, and I'll only be his friend. There won't be any more updates to this account. I wish nothing but the best for my best friend and the woman he loves the most." The picture uploaded with this caption is one of my fiancee and me, taken from behind.

I jump into the sea to save Terrence Fletcher. After giving him CPR in front of everyone, the engagement meant for my cousin, Anna Stone, unexpectedly becomes mine. However, Terrence gets drunk on our wedding night instead of spending it with me. I naively believe that if I stay by his side long enough, he'll eventually open his heart to me. Three years later, Anna returns with a child who bears a striking resemblance to Terrence, leaving me stunned. That's when I realized he had been with her on the night he left me alone in our bridal suite. "Annie, I'm sorry for everything you've gone through all these years. I'll take responsibility. I'll make Mabel understand that her place is yours!" I tell Terrence that I'm pregnant as well, hoping it will rekindle his love. But his response makes my blood run cold. "Get rid of it." I'm forced onto the operating table, where two lives end at once. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day Terrence falls into the sea. As I see him drenched to the bone, I turn to the crowd and call out for Anna…

Ang tatlong taong kontrata nila ay tapos na, at doon pa nalaman ni Evelyn ang totoo: Hindi siya kailanman minahal ni Dominic. Ang mga mata ni Dominic ay para sa ibang babae. Napahiya at basag ang puso, napagdesisyon ni Evelyn na tapusin na ang kasal nila at bumalik sa dating buhay niya, magbalik sa pinaka-tuktok ng kanyang karera. Ngunit sinusubok muli si Dominic ng karisma ni Evelyn nang paulit-ulit, dahan-dahan na para bang gamo-gamo sa apoy. Noong iwan siya nito, doon niya lang napagtanto ang totoo. Nakalimutan niya pala ito hindi lang isang beses, kun'di dalawa... Nadurog siya ng pagsisisi, at ang daan upang kuhanin ito pabalik ay mahaba at mahirap. Kaya lang, tiningnan siya nito at sinabing, "Mr. Ex, ayoko ng maging asawa mo kailanman."

After my rebirth, the very first thing I did was ride from one blood donation van to another, giving blood until I nearly collapsed. Why? Because in my previous life, my fiancé's newly hired intern, Shirley Lynch, had bound herself to a blood-exchange system. Every milliliter she donated was siphoned directly from my own veins. In just a month, she transformed from an ordinary college girl into the nation's beloved Blood Angel, showered with fame and fortune, while I, suffering from severe anemia, was fired from the hospital for being unable to work. When I exposed her scheme to my fiancé, he looked at me with disgust and broke off our engagement. "You're selfish and cowardly," he sneered. "You refuse to donate your rare blood type, and now you slander Shirley? You call yourself a doctor, yet you believe in such ridiculous nonsense!" From then on, every time Shirley donated blood, I would suffer heart palpitations, dizziness, and sometimes collapse outright. I begged the doctors in my department for help, but my fiancé blocked every attempt, accusing me of jealousy and wasting medical resources. In the end, to steal my promotion ahead of schedule, Shirley donated a full 1000 milliliters of blood live on television. As her blood drained, so did mine. I went into shock and died. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Shirley first claimed she carried my rare blood type.

Dari has hard always been the careful type, coming from a big home, her three elder sisters where already too much to handle, she had made up her mind as a young girl from a poor family, that she will never have a child until she is hundred percent sure that she can give her child the best, Financially, mentally and emotionally, while growing up she had witness her mother insulted several times while seeking help from relatives. her had struggled to survive and go to college all be herself, she was still struggling to pay for her student loan, and meet up with her bills. This was the only reason she was still putting up with her terrible boss. so it was only natural that she was scared and confused when she found herself pregnant from a drunk one night stand with a stranger, who she can't even remember his name.

Iris Calloway is engaged to Lucien Blackwood, powerful, ruthless, and everything a future empire demands. A life of luxury, security, and devotion is already written for her. What no one knows is that her heart has already betrayed him. Adrian Blackwood is Lucien’s younger brother just as powerful, just as dangerous, and far more forbidden. He is the one Iris was never meant to want, the one whose quiet intensity ignites a fire she cannot extinguish. Loving him would destroy more than her engagement. It would shatter a dynasty. Adrian wants her too. He just knows better than to claim her. Caught between loyalty and desire, Iris must decide whether to honor the life she promised or surrender to the man who was never meant to be hers. But restraint crumbles, secrets unravel, and when she finds herself entangled with both brothers, the line between choice and ruin disappears. Because some loves demand sacrifice. Others demand destruction. And when desire refuses to choose, everything burns.