When An Immovable Object Meets An Unstoppable Force

Rome has been angry with Cayson Montemayor for more than a decade now, but the young woman can do nothing but show kindness to him because her entire family works and teaches at the school owned by the young man's family. One night, she found herself at a party that would lead to her greatest misery. She got drunk and went into the wrong room. The next morning, she woke up naked beside the devil himself, Cayson Montemayor. Something happened to them that night; an incident he thought was a bad dream caused by the spirit of alcohol. She asked him to forget about what happened that night, and they agreed to never speak of it again. But thirty days later, she found herself pregnant with Cayson Montemayor's child. And her family wanted to know the truth. How could she tell them the truth without tarnishing the family name and not being forced to marry the father of the child she was carrying? She would never marry and live with that man under the same roof, she would die to be with that demon every day! But does she have any choices?

"asan ako!!.wait ...gosh ..awws aray!" dahang tumumayo si Zaira pababa sa kama .Hindi niya matandaan ang nangyari lahat kagabi ang tanging naalala niya lang ay nagkayayaan silang mag bar ng mga kaibigan niya dahil ang isa sa kanila ay broken dahil hindi siya umiinum ng alak ay naimpluwensyahan siya ng mga kaibigan na maparami ng inum .Hanggang doon lang ang naalala niyang pangyayari. Pagsipat niya sa banyo ay nakailaw ito dahil ang pintuan nito ay puting salamin. "awww ..hindi na ako virgin!" nangingiyak niyang pinulot ang nagkalat na damit sa sahig. "panty ko !!" mas umiyak siya sa nakitang panty nito na sirang sira. "sino ka bang lalaki ka at ang hars mong tanggalin sirain tong panty ko!" masamang tingin ang pinukol niya sa banyo at nagmadaling sinuot ang kanyang dress .Nanlalamig ang kanyang pagkababae dahil s hangin na pumapasok nito mula sa ibaba wala siyang panty kaya medyo ilang siyang maglakad lalo masakit ang kanyang pagkababae. Kinuha niya ang mahabang coat ng lalaki at inamoy. "not bad..andito sa pinas pero naka coat ..ano siya billionaire!" bilis siyang lumabas mula sa kwarto at bilis lumabas. Tumingala siya at nakita ang " Romantic Hotel" alinlangan siyang napangiwi. Nakasakay siya agad ng taxi. Paglabas mi Kyler sa banyo ay nadatnan ng wala ang babaeng pinagsawahan niya. Natuwa siya sa babae dahil virgin pa ito at aggresibo din. "pwedeng malaman name ng babaeng regalo niyo sa akin?".Bungad niya sa kausap "bro sorry .Akala namin nakarating yung babaeng regalo namin sayo hindi pala Naaksidente si Mika kaya hindi siya nakarating .I dont know her!" .lumunok siya at huminga ng malalim. Pinulot niya ang sirang panty ng babae at natawa siya dito. "hahanapin kita " bulong ng kanyang isip.

There's a ten-car collision on the highway, and I'm trapped in one of ten. For some reason, none of the ambulances can get to us. I desperately call my boyfriend to ask for help. I expect him to immediately come to my rescue, but he merely snaps at me. "Yvette didn't even make a sound when she sliced her finger. Couldn't you have just dodged when the accident happened? You're not crippled or anything! Stop being so childish at your age!" He doesn't want me to disturb him anymore, so he blocks my number. Fortunately, a kind soul saves me and takes me to the hospital. I survive the ordeal. When I leave the hospital, I see a breaking news report on the screen in the lobby. "Love exists in the world! Mr. Fenton spends a fortune to gather the city's ambulances to save his true love when she slices her finger!" The news report makes my heart ache. I pull out the ring I was going to use for my proposal and throw it away without hesitation. Henry Fenton and I have been together for 14 years, but I don't want the relationship anymore.

He had once sworn I was his fated Luna, the Omega he cherished above all. However, just a month shy of our bonding, he decided to repay a life-saving grace by fathering a child with his old flame. To add insult to injury, he swiped the herbal research I was on the cusp of unveiling. He claimed he was trapped, obligated to both sides. I, however, was done with him. I cut ties, called off our Bonding Ceremony, and set off for the Northwood tundra to lose myself in my research. Two years on, he pleaded for my return, professing I was his one true love. However, by then, I was renowned far and wide, and he was nothing to me.

The day I began working, I found out that the boyfriend I’d picked up off the street was actually a rich young man from the capital’s elite circle. His fiancée sneered at me, “You’re nothing but a bit of fun for us when we’re bored.” “You didn’t really think you were some kind of heroine here to save him, did you?” I was humiliated, my lips trembling. I couldn’t forgive myself—how could I have spent half of my father’s lifesaving money to help him? I even dropped out of school, working three jobs every day, foolishly treating him as the second most important person in my life. Later, my father passed away, leaving me all alone, so I left that city. But who would have thought that the young rich man who had toyed with me would go mad, searching for me all over the world for the next five years?

After a car accident, my memory ended ten years ago, on the night I got down on one knee and proposed to Adrian Halloway. I tore through every app on my phone, desperate to find proof that Adrian was my husband, but in my contacts, there was only one number. My message threads were completely blank. Helpless, I called my best friend, Hannah Price, to ask if my proposal that night had actually worked. She exploded at me like a firecracker, "Juliana Rowe, have you completely lost your mind? Worked? You’ve been trying to divorce the man!" The first thing that flashed through my head when I hung up was, 'Damn, I’m impressive. I actually managed to land the untouchable Adrian Halloway.' The second thing was staring at the handwritten divorce agreement on my nightstand with total confusion. 'Who’s getting divorced? Me? I’m the one who wants this? What the hell is wrong with me?'

The contractions were ripping me in two. My vision was going dark. My husband, Don Vittorio, the man who ruled Chicago, squeezed my hand. His dark eyes burned with love. "Just a little longer, mia cara. You'll meet our baby soon." Sweat poured down my face. I still found the strength to smile for him. Then a nurse walked in. She held a syringe. I thought it was to stop the pain. But Vittorio’s hand fell away. He took a single step back. The needle sank into my arm. I heard Vittorio’s voice. It was cold steel. "Dose her carefully. She holds on until midnight. Not a minute sooner. Not until after Ornella delivers." And then I knew. He thought I married him for the money. He was stopping my labor. All for a sick Falcone family rule: the first son born is the next heir. Pain tore through me. I reached for him. Tears streamed down my face. I begged him to stop. He bit his lip. His voice was pure ice. "My brother is dead. Ornella carries his only heir. You will do as you are told. You and your child will not steal his birthright." The drug hit my veins. The violent squeeze in my belly, like some invisible hand, just… stopped.

"At a time when I needed you most, you ended our relationship. You claimed that I wasn't the one you loved, called me a whore, and said that I wasn't your type from the start. So what do you expect me to do?" "Beg!" Michael responded immediately. "I anticipate that you will plead for mercy." "You don't deserve my plea, Michael. You're not worth my tears..." She was about to say more when Michael forcefully kissed her, making it difficult for her to breathe. "Is that why you sold yourself to Kelvin?" He inquired after releasing her lips. Nora wiped her lips with her knotted hands. She looked at him fearlessly and replied, "Who I sell myself to is none of your concern. As the whore you called me, you shouldn't be keeping track of how many men I sleep with." Her response enraged Michael, and he pushed her and raped her, only to discover that she was still a virgin. If he begs for a second chance, will Nora ever forgive him?

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

On the day we receive our bonus, one of the staff members of the finance department gives me 500 dollars worth of vouchers for the fast food restaurant downstairs. He tells me that my wife, Jillian Dunn, who is also the company's president, specifically ordered him to do so. In utter disbelief, I seek out Jillian and question her. "Didn't we agree that whoever secures the project will get a 50,000-dollar bonus? Stop messing around! I still need to pay for Freya's cochlear implant!" "I'm not messing around with you," Jillian answers seriously. "These vouchers can last you for a whole month. I wouldn't even give them to you if you were anyone else. "Money is tight right now at the company. Besides, Freya has been deaf for more than a decade now. She can survive being deaf for another decade." The next day, Jillian gives one of the interns a sports car that's worth 50,000 dollars. I look at the photo she uploads of her and the intern grinning widely as they sit in the car and give it a like. Jillian must assume that everything is proceeding smoothly since she has signed the contract. However, she misses the additional condition that's printed on the last page of the contract. I dial her rival's number, asking, "Ms. Swan, are you interested in Project Charlie?"