When Your Husband Ignores You

Olive Perez is known as the lousy b*tch troublemaker. She comes from a wealthy family and can easily obtain anything she wishes. Though Olive is often seen as a "troublemaker" due to her rebellious nature, she was a kindhearted and sweet young woman. She had a strong sense of justice and was never afraid to stand up for what she believed in. She was also generous and treated people with respect, regardless of their social status. Pero paano kung ang katulad ni Olive na walang kinakatakutan at inaatrasan ay biglang manlumo nang makita mismo ng dalawang niyang mga mata kung paano binawian ng buhay ang kanyang mga magulang na walang kalaban-laban? It was a traumatizing and emotionally draining experience for her, and she's never been able to get over it. Sino ang magiging sandalan niya? Sino ang mananatili sa tabi niya para damayan siya? Aragon Hudson, a handsome and clever guy, who hates troublemakers like her showed up in her life amid her tragic life. Ang binatang ito ang magiging balikat niya sa sandaling paghihinagpis niya sa pagkamatay ng kanyang mga magulang. Ngunit paano kung ang inakala niyang mananatili sa tabi niya kahit pa ano ang mangyari ay iwan rin siya sa kadahilanang isa siyang troublemaker? What could be the destined faith waiting for the both of them? Would it be love, hate, or destruction in each other's lives?

In my last life, my in-laws "died," and my so-called DINK husband, Eric, begged me to raise his sweet little "brother," Luca. Seven years flew by. That scrawny kid turned into a total cutie and blew up online—pulling in tens of thousands a month. Then one night, boom—Eric's parents came back from the dead. And with them? Tammy. Eric's first love. She clung to Eric with one hand, Luca with the other, all smug as hell. "I've been traveling for seven years. I'm tired. And wow, what a perfect son—thanks for raising him." Eric's parents didn't even pretend to care. "You couldn't give Eric a kid, but at least you were useful this once." "Sign the divorce papers. Make room for Tammy." I walked out of that law firm wrecked—and right into the path of a speeding car. Tammy was behind the wheel, smiling like she won. Next thing I knew, I woke up on the same day Eric's parents had "died."

Five years ago, Tiffanye Rebel and her mate, Quinton McKnight, made a choice that shattered their bond—they rejected one another. Unable to endure the heartbreak, Tiffanye left her pack behind, vowing never to return. But time has a way of pulling the past back into focus. Now, after five long years, Tiffanye finds herself back in the very place that once brought her nothing but pain and misery. With every passing day, the memories she tried to bury begin to resurface, sharper and more haunting than ever. The truth she once fled from is no longer hidden—secrets are unraveling, and the lies and betrayal run deeper than she ever imagined. Faced with everything she tried to escape, Tiffanye must confront the past she left behind. Will she find the strength to heal and move forward, or will the weight of betrayal finally break her?

(Cerita utk 21+) "Jadi kamu ingin membalas budi untuk semua kebaikanku, Aveline? Itu mudah, bayar saja dengan tubuhmu. Setiap hari. Setiap malam." ---Dominic Wolfe *** Aveline Rose semula hanya ingin bertemu untuk mengucapkan terima kasih, kepada pria misterius yang selama ini telah mendonasikan uang untuk pendidikannya hingga kini Aveline telah lulus kuliah. Maka dengan hati yang tulus serta senyum yang lebar, ia pun menemui pria dermawan itu, tanpa mengetahui siapa sebenarnya jati dirinya. Dominic Wolfe, pria yang semula dikira memiliki hati malaikat karena telah menjadi sumber dana pendidikannya selama bertahun-tahun, tanpa Aveline sangka ternyata memiliki sikap kejam dan manipulatif. Ia membuat Aveline menjadi budak yang dipenjara di sebuah superyacht (kapal pesiar) mewah miliknya, dan harus siap setiap malam untuk melayani hasratnya. Namun di balik itu semua, tak ada yang tahu jika Dominic menyimpan luka yang dalam, luka yang menjadi alasan di balik donasi pendidikan serta obsesinya kepada Aveline. *** visual tersedia di instagram @blackauroranovels

My ex-husband has remarried. Before the wedding, his new wife sends me an invitation. I can't understand this. Why would she invite her husband's ex-wife to her wedding? Half a year later, my ex-husband and his new wife make it onto the trending topics. #HaveMilesGallagher'sStandardsDroppedAfterHisDivorce? #MilesGallagherMustBeFilledWithRegret

“I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna.” One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I’m still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait… If I am mated to triplets, how come I’m about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes *** Book 1 : When They Touch Me - Completed Book 2 : Their Burning Touch on my Skin (Sequel) - Ongoing

The new intern in the unit had to be chronically incompetent. He handled my mother's post-surgery medication and somehow mixed up the drug. He gave her a potent blood thinner. That night, she died from a hemorrhage after her operation. Before I could even accuse him, the intern had his puppy-dog eyes ready. "I'm sorry, Dr. Benford, but I thought that was the drug you wanted me to mix. Who was I to question my superior's order?" Then the hospital director, who was also my wife, chimed in, "Your mom is the idiot for taking her meds without checking. She brought this on herself." I was so enraged that I had a heart attack, which meant I had to undergo surgery in the same hospital. The intern insisted on redeeming himself and assisted Victoria during the operation. He could not even thread a needle because his hands kept trembling. In the middle of the procedure, this medical fraud removed his mask and wet the end of the surgical thread to force it through. I died in the ICU the next day. The cause was a bacterial infection. As I neared death, I heard the intern whine through tears, "How could I be so careless? If I weren't so clumsy, Dr. Benford would have lived." Victoria gently ruffled his hair. "Don't take it to heart, pumpkin. Everyone knows how risky medical procedures can be. You're just starting out, so don't be so hard on yourself." Because of my wife's efforts, both my mother and I were cremated without any investigation or disciplinary action. You would think that was the end. It wasn't. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back on the day Hugo Spencer first joined our hospital as an intern.

Eight years of loyalty—wiped out by three days of her batting her lashes. At the bonfire, I swore the Alpha would finally mark me. Instead, I watched him fasten a sparkly little pendant around her neck. When the fire broke out, he ditched me—flames snapping at my heels. Said I could "handle myself," then played hero carrying her out. She showed up at my herb shop all smug, called me a "mutt no one wants." Then he showed up—Alpha on his knees outside my door, begging for another shot. I nodded toward my shelves. "These heal every wolf in Stormborne... except the Alpha who couldn't see what was right in front of him."

On the day Yara Cullen was released from prison, it was raining. A chilly wind carried the drizzle, striking her as the media swarmed the prison gates. "Ms. Cullen, in the Crestwood Estate sexual assault case, your client lost the lawsuit and took her own life six months ago. Her mother is demanding accountability. Do you have anything to say?” "Ms. Cullen, your attorney's license has been revoked, and your mentor was forced to retire. What are your thoughts on this?" No matter how the reporters pressed, Yara kept her head down and pushed forward, forcing her way through the crowd. A black G-Wagon was parked by the roadside, where Westley Langston leaned against the car, smoking a cigarette. Beside him, Elena Cullen tugged at his arm. He turned, glancing toward the prison gates.

My sister had struggled with depression since childhood. The doctor warned that she could not tolerate any kind of stimulation. As a result, my entire life fell silent. To avoid upsetting her, I never dared to laugh at home. I never dared to cry. When I got hurt, I did not even have the right to say it hurt. My parents would hug me with apologetic expressions and say, "You're the good one. Your sister's illness requires the whole family to work together. You're healthy. You're strong. Let her have more, okay?" One day, I accidentally knocked over a cup. The crash sounded enormous in the quiet room, and my sister's emotions shattered at once. My father struck me for the first time. He roared, "Can't you be careful? Do you have to push her until she dies before you're satisfied?" He shoved me to the floor. The back of my head slammed against the corner of the table, and blood poured out. But my whole family rushed to my screaming sister. No one even glanced at me. I lay on the cold floor as my vision blurred and my consciousness began to fade. To them, my sister's feelings were the only emergency. My small injury could wait. They did not know that bleeding inside the skull does not wait.