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He shattered her heart to avenge a past that wasn’t hers. Now he desires her in his bed—as his wife. Marceline Valino once believed in love. She gave her heart—and her innocence—to Cross Dejava, the boy who whispered promises in the dark, igniting dreams of a forever that felt so real. But by morning, her world was left in ruins. Private photos were leaked, her name dragged through the mud, and at the eye of the storm? Cross, smirking, cold, and ruthless. “You mean nothing to me,” he said, delivering a blow that would leave scars. “You’re just the bastard daughter of my father’s mistress.” His vengeance had never aimed at her heart; it was meant to punish the daughter for her mother’s sins—an ex-lover who had torn his family apart. Pregnant and abandoned, Marceline begged for mercy, but all she received was the echo of his silence. When she lost the child, she lost every last piece of the girl she used to be. Now, five years later, she’s preparing to return—broke, desperate, and willing to do anything to save her ailing mother. Anything… except this. Because the man extending a lifeline isn’t a savior. It’s Cross. And he has no desire for her heartfelt apologies; he craves her complete submission. A contract marriage awaits her. No love. No escape. No mercy. But Marceline isn’t the naive girl he once broke. She’s a woman who has risen from the ashes, ready to play his game. And as the pieces of their lives fall into place, she’s determining when—exactly—she will ignite a fire that could burn it all down. The future promises a reckoning, and she's preparing to seize it.

“You! What do you think you're doing?” She squealed, her eyes wide as she scrambled backwards in a panic. He didn't stop and instead, backed her up until she was sandwiched between the wall and himself. His hand grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against him before leaning down till his lips was level with the her ear. “What do you think I'm doing?” His voice was a deep baritone that made her tremble. Her face flushed as she felt the signs of her arousal. He stuck out his tongue and lapped at her earlobe making her tremble and whimper. “Of course, I'm trying to get closer to my Luna.” With that, he didn't wait for her to say her usual protest of “I'm not your Luna” before he captured her lips in his, kissing her till her knees turned to jelly. Laila Reeds felt like her life was the happiest it could be and that nothing could go wrong. Her Alpha loved and cherished her. Her pack was flourishing and she was happy. But good things always come to an end. Laila suddenly finds that everything that her world was built on were lies and what she thought was love was only a ploy to get something from her. Shattered and condemned to death, she thought she wouldn't make it. But then he came. With his silver hair and violet eyes, he descended and killed her enemies while saying “Who dares to touch my mate?” Even with this, Laila wasn't moved as her heart was already dead. “Dead? Her heart is dead? What a joke. Watch how this Luna doting Lycan nurses her heart back to health. Soon, her heart would be beating again and it will be beating only for me.” he proclaimed with a confident smile.

They said Omegas were born to be weak. Hermosa was born to survive. Struggling to pay off crushing debts, Hermosa, an orphaned Omega, dances under neon lights for a pack that never truly saw her. Her secret lover, Raphael future Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack—keeps their affair hidden. She tells herself it’s love... until the night she sees who he really is. Her best friend. A locked door. A betrayal she can never unsee. Running for her life, Hermosa crashes into a world far above her own, a luxury hotel reserved for royalty. Desperate and shaking, she accidentally enters the private suite of Ragal, the cold, commanding Lycan King. He should have thrown her out. Instead, he listens. And let her go. But danger isn’t done with her yet. When Raphael corners her, furious and unhinged, he bites her, marking her as his mate against her will. Her blood burns him. Weakens him. And just as he tries to finish what he started, Ragal’s growl cuts through the night**, saving her once again. She wakes in the King’s arms… but with no memory of what happened. Only a deep ache. And a strange pull toward the man who both terrifies and protects her. As enemies close in and secrets unravel, Hermosa must confront what she really is—not just an Omega, but something far more powerful.

At the class session joined by the school leaders and officials from the Department of Education, my lecture PPT was swapped for a sensational "Mistress's Charge Letter". "Charge one. Willingly being the other woman makes her an unsuitable role model for students." "Charge two. Attempting to secure a higher position through sex." "Charge three. Menacing the lawful wife with the absurd hope of advancing through pregnancy." Amidst the leaders and officials, my husband's illegitimate child accused me of disrupting her parents' marriage. In the name of "expelling the mistress to achieve justice", she coerced me, the true wife, into a humiliating bow to the mistress. I confronted my husband upon his arrival, "Care to explain? Why didn't I know that you had an illegitimate daughter?" He responded with a strike to the girl's face. "Where are you from, you unruly child? You're so ill-mannered!"

My mother hated me, to the point that she wished I were dead. I knew I deserved to die. Sixteen years ago, if I hadn’t insisted on going out, my brother wouldn’t have died while trying to save me. Eventually, both of us got what we wished for. I got brain cancer. She had become a stranger to me as I forgot everything and went to die in blissful ignorance. Then, she went mad.

What happens when the man you desire is your daughter's rejected mate? Blythe, the Luna of the Fresh Meadows Pack, is trapped in a loveless marriage with Alpha Vito, her best friend turned husband. Bound by duty, shackled by expectations, and ignored by the very man she was forced to marry, she craves something she never had—passion. Then she meets Xavier Clarence. A twenty-two-year-old omega ostler. A slave to the pack. And her daughter’s fated mate. But Ceres rejected him—shattered the mate bond without a second thought. Now, he’s free. And Blythe? She’s drowning in temptation. What starts as a forbidden affair quickly turns into something deeper, something dangerous—a love that could ruin them both. With every stolen moment, the risks grow. The pack must never know. Vito must never find out. And Ceres? She can never uncover the truth. But secrets never stay buried. Who is Xavier Clarence? What happens when love becomes an obsession? And when the truth finally comes out… Who will survive the fallout?

The day I found out I was a match for my dad—stage four leukemia—I bailed. Mom tore the world apart looking for me, but yeah, she had to watch him go. After that, she drowned herself in research, built a name, even adopted this perfect little angel. We crossed paths again at some fancy leukemia conference she was hosting. I was on the demo table. She took one look and scoffed. "Charlotte Stein, not the time for your crap. Get up and go." The host blinked, stunned. "Dr. Cooper... you know this cadaver?" She actually laughed. "What, she paid you for this stunt?" The host turned ghost-white. "M-Miss Stein passed three days ago..."

Joanne's mother always wants her daughter mingle with rich people especially guys. Joanne fell in love with Ross a low life guy whose ambition is to be a managing director of a company. The pair later fell in love, their reactions is mixed concerned as Joanne is the daughter of a billionaire and her parents might not accept him.

I was feeding my seven-year-old daughter, Lucy Langer, when Robert Langer crashed through the front door, reeking of alcohol. His shirt collar hung askew, and red marks blazed across his neck. "Audrey," he said hoarsely, "someone spiked my drink at the charity gala. But don't worry. I've already had my lawyer handle it." I nodded. After so many years of marriage, I knew he only had eyes for me and our daughter. He never strayed. Or so I believed… until eight months later. While Robert was away on a business trip, his cruise ship caught fire. The news dominated every channel. Clutching a sobbing Lucy, I rushed to the hospital, only to find him swathed in bandages, standing outside the maternity ward. "Becca is pregnant," he murmured. "It was that night at the gala… I didn't think it would happen from just once…" He gulped. "When the fire spread, she saved me. But she… got trapped herself." A newborn's wail pierced the corridor as the delivery room doors opened. Becca White was wheeled out, looking pale and exhausted. She clutched my sleeve and pleaded desperately, "Audrey… my babies can't grow up without a father…"

Si Irish ang kaisa-isang anak ng Presidente ng Pilipinas. Maganda, sopistikada, matalino ngunit nagrerebelde sa kanyang mga magulang. Upang tumino, pinadala siya ng kanyang ama sa isang immersion sa pangangalaga ng pinagkakatiwalaang gwapo at matipunong si Daniel na isang PSG/ Bodyguard. Kapwa may kasintahan sina Irish at Daniel ngunit sa liblib na lugar na iyon, nabuo ang hindi inaasahang pagtitinginan ng dalawa. Paano nila ipaglalaban ang kanilang lihim na pagmamahalan sa kani-kanilang mga karelasyon at sa Pangulo ng Pilipinas? Paano napabago ng isang simpleng bodyguard ang isang tigre sa kasungitang anak ng Presidente?