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My wife's first love crashes his car into me at 75 miles per hour, throwing my body over 65 feet across the road. As I am moments away from drawing my last breath, I use the remainder of my energy to call my wife. Focused on helping him cover up his crimes, she brushes me off before hanging up. "I'm busy—stop bothering me," she spits. Little does she know, the man who was just killed… is me.

Isang karaniwang assistant lamang si Mirella Estelle Montelibano sa model agency ng tanyag at aroganteng modelo na si Eleonora Zobel. Sanay siyang nasa anino, habang si Eleonora ay sinisikatan ng mga ilaw. Ngunit isang aksidenteng trahedya ang nagbura ng hangganan sa pagitan nila. Pagmulat ni Mirella sa ospital, ibang mukha na ang bumungad sa salamin, walang iba kundi ang mukha ni Eleonora. Patay na ang Modelo at siya ang nabuhay sa anyo nito. Ngayon, kailangan niyang akuin ang buhay na hindi kanya. Ang karangyaan, ang kasinungalingan at higit sa lahat, ang asawa nitong si Lord Cassian Zobel. Habang ginagampanan niya ang papel ang isang asawang hindi niya kilala, unti-unting natutunaw ang lihim sa pagitan nila. At doon nagsimula ang pag-ibig na ipinanganak sa kasinungaligan at maaaring mamatay sa katotohanan. Sapagkat ang mukha ay maaaring hiramin ngunit ang puso… hindi kailanman.

They were both engaged to marry their lovers. They were both betrayed and vowed never to love again. But fate had other plans for them. You'd think they'd meet but what do the rich and the poor have in common? And what happens when their past never really leaves them alone? You wouldn't know until you've read The Billionaire She Hates.

Herbert Fischer lets his precious childhood sweetheart dump scalding stew all over me as everyone watches. Worse, he tells me to apologize, all because I said one harsh sentence to her. Tears stream down my face as I ask him, "Is my life worth less than a hair on her head?" He snorts. "Stop overthinking. It's just hot stew—you won't die from a few burns."

The nanny, Polly Jackson, pushes me down the stairs when I'm seven months pregnant. I suffer from major blood loss and go into premature labor. Before I can question her about it, Zachary Campbell brushes me off with a lame excuse. "Polly didn't mean it. You and the baby are fine, so don't be so petty about this." I get out of bed to move around. I'm at the bathroom door when I hear Zachary and Polly's conversation. "Are you sure that wretch can stay alive, Zachary? Switching it out won't be that easy if it dies." "Don't worry about whether Daisy Jameson's baby can live, Mom. Either way, mine and Danielle's child will be the Campbell family's sole heir." I pretend I've never heard this and raise my son for 18 years. During a banquet held in honor of a share ownership transfer, Polly suddenly shows up with my mentally impaired daughter. She cries, "Mason is my grandson! It's high time he's returned to his rightful place after being raised by the wrong family for so long!" I'm unfazed. I even laugh at her words. "Fine, then!"

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" "It is." "Please don't pull that with me." "Pull what?" "That." She pointed at my face. "Where I explain how pretty everything looks and you say yes but you would be referring to me." She waved her hands in the air, explaining. "It's cliche and kinda getting old." "Would you prefer I do this instead?" I pinned a loose strand behind her ear, my palm roamed her soft features and also on her lips. "Or this?" I leaned in to steal a kiss, stopping midway to see if she'd stop me and she didn't. I couldn't help the tiny smirk that lay on my lips after. "Aren't you going to stop me?" My raspy voice whispered in her ear. She shivered, unconsciously leaning into me for warmth. I stopped her fingers as she tried to wrap them around my neck. ********** She's not the bad girl he thought she was. He's not the good boy she thought he was.

She is adored by almost everyone. Those that do not love her despise her. He is an alpha who is feared, but also loved and respected. For eleven years most of the packs have been at war with one another. When their paths cross the fate of all packs will change forever.

Princess Vionna of Aurenza was dead. She died in the estate of Theron Thornefell, Warden of the North—buried beneath snow and silence. The blizzard raged for seven days before it eased, uncovering her frostbitten body beneath the drifts. Even in death, she was curled around her swollen belly, one arm reaching toward the nearest gates. No one came. She and the unborn child were frozen to death. Left behind. As the cold took her, regret cut deep. She never should've loved him. Never should've bowed. Because of her, the child never saw the sky. If she had another life, she'd never look his way again.

I, Alpha Taylor, reject you Juliana as my mate and the Luna of moonlight Pack.” My heart was broken into pieces when these words came out from Alpha Taylor. He was my enemy and turned out to be my mate on the night of my 18th birthday. The moon goddess was unfair! Was that what I deserved after suffering so much! Mira, an 18th-year-old omega, whose beauty radiant was termed a curse, and was rumored to have been the reason behind the sudden death of her mother. She was molested, treated like trash, and turned into a pack slave in her pack, having been termed a curse she was been rejected by all her mates. Her dream was to be like her normal age mates, she despised the mysterious power that she has as the whole of the werewolf's realm sees it as a curse, and seeks her death. A must-read story, follow Juliana on the journey of discovering more about her powers and finding happiness.

The Garcia family's notorious illegitimate son — violent, obsessive, and dangerously unstable — had sent out a public marriage summons. One of us, my sister or I, was to become his bride. My father, with his career in ruins and his influence dwindling, had no choice but to agree. In desperation, I begged my boyfriend Eric Jordan to return home and make our engagement official. He did rush back, travel-worn and anxious — but only to ask for my sister's hand in marriage. Shattered, I demanded to know why. Eric frowned, his voice icy. "You're just a foster daughter of the Lynch family. You've eaten their food, lived under their roof for years. And if it weren't for Willa, you would've frozen to death on the street. Now's your chance to repay her. Don't be ungrateful." I refused to stay silent. He shoved me aside in frustration. "I told you — Willa and I are only pretending. Once she's out of danger and that lunatic forgets about the proposal, we'll divorce. I'll come back for you. However, stop embarrassing yourself like this — it's pathetic." What Eric did not know was… Willa Lynch escaped the marriage. However, I did not. Later, on the day of the wedding, as the bridal car passed the Jordan family estate, I looked out the window — and locked eyes with Eric. His face turned pale as a sheet.