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After being accused of killing her father, Catalina Gomez proves her innocence of the crime. She thinks everything will be back to normal. But as soon as she comes out of hell, her world is shattered by her adopted sister and husband’s betrayal. Her life became ‘one against the world’. She lost everything... Everything. Everyone knew her as a murderer. Everyone insulted and pointed fingers at her. Everyone looked at her with disgust. But one man stands behind her and changes everything. Dante Marcellos… when did you become my new husband? Between love and lie… the truth unfolds. Will her heart be prepared for this?

You took my virginity, you must take responsibility!” The gigolo in half gold mask stated making her eyes go wide. “I... Wait, what?” Inari stuttered. She had prepared a variety of speeches before coming and even planned insults to hurl at him, but after hearing his haughty comments, everything in her thoughts appears to have vanished. He is simply shameless! “But I paid you!” “Really?” he gave her a pointed look, “Are you sure about that?”

The fifth time we went to the courthouse, James Ceasar and I still weren’t officially married. We had picked a good day for it, but right before it was our turn, he got a call and rushed off in a hurry. With my eyes turning red, I pointed at the screen showing the waiting numbers, trying to stop him. “We're next. It won't take more than ten minutes. We can get it done fast. Once we’re officially married, you can go and deal with whatever’s so urgent. It won’t take long.” James was the CEO of his company, so he had full control over his schedule. That was why I said it like that, not thinking it would be a big deal. However, he just glanced at the screen, handed me the ticket with our number on it, and looked annoyed. “I can marry you anytime,” he said. “But right now, I’ve got something I need to take care of. Don’t make a fuss.”

DELETED Katrina Reynolds moved to the blue moon Pack with her mom after the death of her father 10 years ago. She became a detective and joined the pack's police force and tried to find out the person who had killed her father. While investigating, she found out the case was part of a serial murder case and since then she devoted her life to catching the serial killer. All evidence pointed to the Lycan King of her new pack and believing that no one was above the law, she tried to arrest him and put him behind bars but on the day of the arrest she found out he was her fated mate and also the man she had enjoyed a one night stand with the previous night. Will she be able to potentially put her fated mate and Alpha of Alphas behind bars? What will happen when the Lycan King accepts her as his mate when she's still very in love and in a relationship with the Alpha of her previous Pack? Will she be able to become the Luna of the prime suspect of her father's murder? Or is there more to the case than it seems?

My physics teacher held up my test paper with an 18-point score in front of all the students and parents and said, “Students like this are hopeless. I don’t even know how someone like this passed the high school entrance exam. “I didn’t think there was a way to cheat on the high school entrance exam, but it turns out there is. It gives people like this a chance to cheat.” He did not just insult my intelligence but also questioned my character and family. “Well, it’s not surprising. Only a junk-collecting family could raise a kid like this.” I curled up in my seat, too scared to say anything. But my stepmom could not stand it anymore. She smacked the chalk box off his desk, pointed at him, and yelled, “Who do you think you’re talking about?! “I send my kid to school and pay all the tuition and book fees! How did it turn into us being a junk-collecting family?! “You can’t even teach properly, and I haven’t called you out for it! Have you no shame?! You don’t deserve to be called a teacher! You’re just a piece of trash!” For some reason, she suddenly seemed imposing and heroic to me.

I was sitting at the police station. My landlord scolded me harshly and pointed at my nose. Out of nowhere, my mother called and berated me mercilessly. “Chloe went to your place and disappeared! Did you lose her?!” “I know you’ve had grudges against me and your brother all these years, but how could you take it out on your niece?” In my previous cycle, when my mother told me Chloe was missing, I panicked and searched for her everywhere. Instead of helping, my mom and brother’s entire family dragged me to court without hesitation. I could not understand it. Chloe disappeared on her way to my place. How was that my fault? I begged the police to clear my name and review all the surveillance footage in the city. But the footage showed Chloe arriving at my door that day, and I opened the door for her. After that, she was gone, as if she had vanished into thin air. I stared blankly at the footage of her hopping cheerfully into my apartment. I had no way to explain myself. My sister-in-law lost it. She was convinced I had killed Chloe and threw boiling oil at my face in a fit of rage. I ended up in the hospital. I was disfigured and completely crushed, both physically and emotionally. No matter how hard I tried, I could not recall ever opening the door for Chloe. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Chloe disappeared.

Luciano gazed at the little boy who tugged at his sleeve. His eyes mirrored the green of an emerald, a trait they shared. Kneeling down, Luciano faced the boy. "What's your name?" "Juan," the boy replied, a shy smile gracing his lips. "Juan, what a wonderful name," Luciano said, pulling him into a gentle embrace. He couldn't help but wonder where the boy's parents were. "Where are your parents?" he inquired softly. "My mom's at the store over there," Juan pointed across the street. Then, turning to Luciano, he asked, "As for my daddy... Will you be my dad, sir?"

The maid's daughter, who grew up in my home, had the nerve to act like an heiress. On her birthday, she invited every kid from school for a full-on rager at my family's villa. When I suggested they take it to a hotel, she lost it. "You don't get to tell me what to do! My friends can party wherever they want!" She added, "The ten-layer cake my parents ordered for me is on the way. Why don't you park yourself by the door and wait for it, huh?" Her crew circled up, laughing and pointing at me. But I'd lived through this before. Nothing about her little act rattled me. I turned to the butler and told him to lock the gate. Then, I went to Rambo's cage. "Hey, buddy," I said, opening it up. "See those trespassers?" I pointed at the crowd. "I'm counting to three. If they're still here, don't let a single one get away."

Slowly and stealthily, I walked towards the sharp edge of the hut, wanting to see what made that noise. The first thing I saw was a gun pointed at a dead and bloodied body. I traced the hand holding the gun and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were blood red eyes!

Getting helplessly rooted and stuck in a spot and without a means of escape coming, Ariana wondered why her life was hard, despite being born with a silver spoon. Every road she toured led to a series of crossroads. Little did she know this all pointed to the fact that she wasn't of the realist's world, No wonder it never sat well with her And sooner than later, she realized that she didn't belong in the world of her mother and 'father' but, belonged in the world which she thought only existed in the lengthy pile of books on her shelf. Like she never would have thought, her world began to revolve around a mystical parallel universe And from here, the story begins ...