Tragedy

On my son’s birthday, my husband had asked his first love to pick our son up from our home. While I stubbornly refused to let him go, a huge fire broke out in the hallway during our standoff. I was struck by falling debris, and blood started streaming from my head. However, my son was unharmed as he lay beneath me. My husband, who was a firefighter, came forward to rescue us. But he handed the only gas mask he had to his first love. “Miss Leia has a weaker constitution. Dad, please get her out first. Mom, wait for the other firefighters to save you!” I watched them leave with a faint, bitter smile. It appeared that they had both forgotten my severe asthma and the fact that I would die without a gas mask.

My husband's first love jumped to her death due to depression and landed right on me as I was passing by. I was rendered unconscious on the spot and subsequently rushed to the ICU. However, my orthopedic surgeon husband stayed by his first love's side to comfort her over her minor scratches. He even refused to sign my Critical Care Notification. "Whoever joined her charade can get lost along with her! Come to me when she's really dead!" he said. It wasn't until he received a death certificate that he realized in horror—the deceased's information was identical to mine.

Ling Yiran had been sentenced to three years in prison due to the car accident that killed the fiancée of Yi Jinli, the richest man in Shen City. When released from prison, she somehow ended up catching the attention of Yi Jinli. She kneeled on the ground and begged him, "Yi Jinli, can you let me go?" But he only smiled and said, "Sister, I will never let you go." It was said that Yi Jinli was completely indifferent to anyone and everyone, but for some reason, he did everything he could to please a sanitation worker girl who had been in prison for the past three years. However, the truth of the car accident that year had robbed her of all her love for him, and she ran away. Many years later, he begged her while on the ground, "Yiran, as long as you return by my side, I will do anything for you." But she only stared at him coldly and said, "Then, go die."

Five years ago, I was the rising star of the nation’s top chemistry research lab, but on the eve of publishing the results of my study, my husband’s crush, Grace, killed me. She made several people violate me and cut my face up. Then, she injected sulfuric acid into my stomach, crushed my teeth and bones, and discarded my body without anyone’s knowledge. At that time, I was three months pregnant. But she told everyone that I stole the project’s research results and fled to another country. Jim, my husband, personally wrote a report to the government to label me as a globally wanted criminal. Five years later, a livestreamer who did nighttime explorations found my dried-up corpse in the basement of an abandoned warehouse.

Melissa uses her son, Dominic, to get a revenge on a tragic experience. In order for her son to protect the love of his life, he agreed. He needs to act like an evil and betray Elie. She made Elie's family suffer, yet she's not satisfied, she wants more, she's getting worst. She even killed her parents. During the training Elie was at lost but when the tragedy happened, she promised herself to make the best out of herself, for her to be on top and for her family to have the justice they deserve. Gerlie planned to make her revenge, alone. She entered the training. A training where only children from the wealthy family's can join. A training where you need to excel or else you'll regret. An organization composed of multi-millionaires and billionaires all over the world. The F12. This organization is very mysterious for some people and it was hidden, only the 12 families were able to have the complete information and knowledge. She wants Melissa dead, like what she did to her parents, but she doesn't want Dominic to suffer and feel the pain she had left up until now. That night she decided to continue her plan only to see Dominic in front of her, begging her to stop. Gunshots filled the whole place. Would still their relationship come to an end? Would they have a happy ending?

story with an intriguing mystery. It would be possible to be born a love in the middle of a tragedy

His determination to succeed drove Philip Omagbemi far from the shores of his country, and out of the reach of his beloved Ame Obasogie, heiress to the Obasogie dynasty, who, determined to keep the flames of her love for Philip burning, battled the odds as she rejected Dapo Adejare, her mother's choice of a husband for her. That was before tragedy struck, the tragedy that left its mark in the lives of all it touched and would make Philip's eventual homecoming sour...

ได้โปรดอย่าทำให้ความรักของเรา เป็นดั่งโศกนาฏกรรมของจูเลียตเลย Please don't make our love like the tragedy of Juliet "ได้โปรดพระผู้เป็นเจ้า ช่วยบอกข้าที ข้าจะต้องทำอย่างไรให้ความปรารถนานั้นเป็นจริง? มันช่างเป็บปวด ทรมานและทำได้เพียงร่ำไห้กับท้องฟ้ายามค่ำคืน หากแม้ว่าคำสาบานแห่งรักนั้นยังไม่แน่นอน ข้าก็ไม่มีอะไรจะเสียอีกต่อไปแล้ว" ครั้งสุดท้ายที่เห็นหน้ากันคือเราเพียงแค่จูบลา ครั้งสุดท้ายที่ยิ้มให้กันคือเราเพียงแค่กำลังโกหกผู้คนมากมาย ครั้งสุดท้ายที่เราจับมือกันคือตอนที่เขานั้นกำลังทุกข์ใจ แต่ไม่ว่าจะครั้งไหนก็ตาม เราก็ไม่เคยแม้แต่จะบอกว่ารักกัน ...จนกระทั่งวินาทีสุดท้ายก็ตาม...

Born as the younger twin, his destiny in life is to live in his brother's shadow. His beast is strong, the bringer of chaos, and he follows nobody's lead. Ryder leaves home and disappears for almost two years after realizing that his first love had a dark ulterior motive. He starts working as a hunter, killing the supernatural. A near death incident that leads to personal tragedy brings him home where he becomes the Sire of his own lair and sets him on his path for revenge and ultimately finding his own Drakaina. I went back upstairs just as Megan came out of the bathroom sporting a pair of my sweatpants and t-shirt that was way too big for her. “I was going to recommend the sweat pants, it might be big around your waist but your ass will fill it out,” I said as she turned to glare at me. “Meaning what exactly?” she asked me. “It’s just that your ass… never mind,” I said. “Are you saying I have a fat ass?” she asked me. “No!” I said quickly. “Then what?” she asked me as she stood with her hands on her hips. “Just forget I said anything,” I said to her trying to hide my embarrassment. “No! Tell me,” she said adamantly. “Fine! Your ass is perfect for… no I can't, I'm going to sound like a pervert,” I said as the pillow flew across my face. “Ryder!” she yelled her face a bright red. “You asked,” I said and ducked at the shoe heading for my face. “You're such an idiot,” she said as she looked at me, “stop looking at my ass.” “Are you wearing my underwear?” I asked her as I saw the edge of my boxers above the sweat pants.

My cancer relapses in the middle of the night. I beg my husband to take me to the hospital, but he turns and leaves to be with his true love. Before leaving, he says, "Your acting is getting more believable." All I get in return for a decade of my love is a broken heart. Later, his true love gets in an accident and needs to be operated on. I decide to let go and give them the happy ending they always want, so I donate my heart to her. My husband has always detested me, but he loses his mind after my death.