When They Cry Visual

My fiancé was obsessively possessive. I was the newly found real daughter. To make sure I couldn’t leave him, he had thugs assault me in an alley. Then he showed up pretending to be my savior, taking the beating himself. I developed depression and had no choice but to rely on him. Then the fake daughter showed up with her gang. Grabbing my face, she sneered, "I'm the only daughter of the Shaw family!" I was dunked in a toilet, my face slashed, my body violated, and every wound sewn shut with needles. Blood covered the floor. My fiancé burst in with my parents. Seeing my state, they got furious. "You filthy maid's daughter! How dare you?"

Alpha Fabian's first reaction to learning I was his fated mate? Rejection. But drunk at the bonfire festival, he couldn't fight the pull of fate. He marked me. Marking a rejected mate came with a price. His power weakened. Forced into a bond with me, he despised me. For two years, I bled for him. I did 100 impossible things, just hoping for a single glance. I snuck into forbidden lands for rare herbs. I negotiated with enemy packs. I fought on the front lines for him in pack wars, always coming back covered in scars. But the one he truly loved was my adopted sister, Gloria. Even my own parents, the pack's Beta, hated me. I was their lost daughter, raised by rogues for fifteen years. But they only had eyes for their perfect, obedient adopted girl. Then, on my 100th task, I nearly died in the Valley of Shadows. When I woke up, I had amnesia. I was done chasing a cold mate and a family's love I'd never have. And when I finally walked away, Fabian discovered the truth. It was never me who couldn't live without him. It was always him.

Pitong taon na silang kasal, ngunit laging malamig ang pakikitungo ni Eduardo, Monteverde kay Luna Santos. Ngunit si Luna ay palagi paring nakangiti, dahil sa mahal na mahal niya ito. Naniniwala rin siya na darating ang araw, mapapainit niya ang puso nito. Ngunit ang kanyang inaantay na pag-ibig ng lalaki ay napunta sa ibang babae, at ang kanyang pakikitungo sa babaeng ito ay mabuti. Nanatili pa rin siyang determinado sa kanilang kasal. Hanggang sa kaarawan niya, lumipad siya ng libo-libong milya patungo sa ibang bansa para makasama ang lalaki at ang kanyang anak na babae, ngunit dinala nito ang kanilang anak, para samahan ang babaeng iyon, iniwan siyang mag-isa sa walang laman na silid. Tuluyan ng sumuko si Luna matapos niyang makita na ang kanyang anak na babae ay gustong palitan siya ng ibang babae bilang ina. Hindi na siya nag dam-dam pa, nag-iwan siya ng sulat sa sobre para sa kasunduan ng diborsyo, isinuko niya ang kustodiya, at umalis ng may estilo. Mula noon, hindi na niya muli itong pinansin at hinihintay na mailabas ang sertipiko ng diborsyo. Itinuring niya ang kanyang pag-alis sa kanyang pamilya bilang isang pagkakataon para bumalik sa kanyang karera. Siya, na dating hinahamak ng lahat, ay madaling makakuha ng kayamanan na umaabot sa daan-daang bilyon. Ngunit sa kanyang mahabang paghihintay, ay ang hindi lamang pagdating ng sertipiko ng diborsyo, kundi ang lalaking ayaw mang-uwi noon ay mas madalas ng umuwi ngayon, at mas lalong nagiging malapit ito sa kanya. Nang malaman niyang gusto na niyang makipaghiwalay, ang karaniwang tahimik at malamig na lalaki ay sinunggaban siya at sinabi, “Diborsyo? Imposible.”

Evelyn — They said the mate bond was sacred. That he'd protect me. Cherish me. Stay. But while I was screaming in a hospital bed, bringing his child into the world— he was in hers. Now I carry more than his baby. I carry the truth no one wants to say out loud. And I’m done pretending I wasn’t the one left bleeding.

I had been married to Natasha Bates for ten years, and not once did she ever join me for our family's Independence Day cookout. This year, on the night before the celebration, I finally gathered the courage to ask if she wanted to come. She scoffed and said, "What are you, stuck in the past? Who even celebrates the Fourth with a family dinner anymore?" Yet that very evening, I saw a social media post of Natasha with her male best friend, Stanley Rogers. They were quite intimate in the picture, and the caption read: [True happiness is celebrating Independence Day with your bestie!] I commented back: [Hope you two lovebirds make it official soon.] Stanley did not hold back. He messaged me a bunch of intimate photos of the two of them. Then, he added, [You're just a leech living off his wife. What right do you have to question anything about Nattie?] Everyone always thought I was a gold-digger living off Natasha's success. However, they all forgot that I was the sole major shareholder of the company. This time, I’m done staying silent.

Aera Vale never expected magic, betrayal, or love to intertwine so dangerously. When a hidden power awakens and a shadowy organization targets the gifted, she must rely on her sigil—and the trust of her mysterious ally Kael—to survive. Between battles, secrets, and whispered loyalties, Aera discovers that the crown they tried to hide from her may carry more than power—it may carry her destiny.

I thought Jace was it for me. My best friend. My first love. My mate. He promised me prom night. Promised me forever. But all it took was one moment— For everything to fall apart. Rejected and broken, I was still forced to serve as the maid nobody noticed. Not even the boy who once swore he loved me. How stupid was I… To think I could ever be enough for the new Alpha. But Fate? She doesn’t knock. She kicks the damn door down. "— and you, gather your things, you're coming with me!" The Lycan King said, his eyes locked on mine. Cold and frightening like the stories that were being told of him. He didn’t even blink. Why me? I was merely doing my maid duties, serving the Lycan King who was being hosted by Alpha Jace. How did I become the subject of their conversation? How did I go from Jace’s nothing— To the Lycan King’s next target? What now, oh Goddess? From heartbreak to something worse? Or maybe… just maybe… something I never saw coming.

Adrian Moretti’s adopted sister—She knew perfectly well that I suffered from severe asthma and could not be exposed to smoke or strong scents. Yet during the yacht reception, she deliberately dragged me onto the open deck, where cigars burned nonstop and the wind howled. Within seconds, my chest tightened. When I reached for my inhaler, my blood ran cold. It was empty. I collapsed against the railing, gasping violently, my lungs burning as if they were collapsing in on themselves. She crouched beside me and smiled. “You’re always so dramatic. It’s just a little smoke. You don’t need to act like you’re dying,” she said softly. “You’re too weak. You need to build some tolerance.” I looked toward Adrian, my vision already blurring. “Adrian,” I choked. “Give me my inhaler. If I don’t use it right now, I’m going to suffocate.” He frowned slightly. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting?” he said coldly. “I’ve never heard of anyone dying from a bit of smoke. She’s right—you’re always seeking attention. We finally gathered tonight, and you’re ruining it.” My heart dropped. I fumbled for my phone and called my mother. “Mom,” I sobbed, barely able to breathe. “I’m being bullied… and I can’t breathe.” My voice shook violently.

Nang sandaling malaman ni Hiraya ang pagtataksil at pagsisinungaling ng kan’yang nobyo na si Jack sa kababata nitong si Rosamie, labis na nasaktan si Hiraya ng sobra tila ba nadurog ng pino ang kan’yang puso nang piliin pa ng kasintahan ang kababata nito kaysa sa kan’ya. Dahil sa epekto ng alak ay naglakas-loob siyang puntahan ang kwarto ng kaibigan ng kan’yang nobyo na si Reyko Takahashi, isang sikat at magaling na doktor sa buong Asya. Matapos ang mainit na gabing pagtatalik, alam ni Hiraya na sa mga mata ng lalaki ay isa siyang maruming babae at hitad na kumakapit sa iba’t-ibang lalaki. Pinulot ng lalaki ang mga damit niya at inihagis iyon sa kan’ya. “Umalis ka na sa kwarto ko.” Nagulat si Hiraya ng ihagis nito ang panty niya’t sapol na sapol iyon sa kan’yang mukha. “Naiwan mo. Too cheap, it's not worth it to keep it.” Halata sa boses ng binata ang pagka sarkastiko at panunuya.

My mother was once adored and protected by three men. As such, I had three fathers. After her death, I was raised by one of the greatest doctors, the richest man in Theala, and an award-winning actor. For 13 years, I was showered with overwhelming adoration. That was until three years ago—the day they adopted Erin, an orphan girl. From then on, they began to dote on her. When she accused me of stealing her necklace, they tore my room apart in their search, smashing my most cherished music box in the process. They only felt remorse when they saw me sobbing over the shards. As compensation, they bought me every music box they could find. When she claimed I mocked her for being an orphan, they forced me to write a hundred apology letters as punishment. They only massaged my hands in remorse upon seeing them trembling so badly that I could no longer feed myself. When Erin accused me of shredding her gown, they locked me in the dark basement, starving me for three whole days. When I was let out, they were filled with remorse upon realizing how much weight I had lost. Their bloodshot eyes watched over the grand feast they prepared as an apology. All of that lasted until Erin poisoned my cup of water. I kept coughing up blood as my body grew weaker by the day. Daniel only diagnosed me with malnutrition and made me take prescribed supplements. Unbeknownst to him, those supplements only hastened the poison's effects. After I collapsed at school, I went to the hospital for treatment. "You only have three days left to live," the doctor said. Why then… Why did my fathers drown themselves in sorrow and kill Erin after my death?