Who Is Most Responsible For Romeo And Juliet's Death

Drugs disappeared during one of our family’s deals—and everyone knew it was my stepsister, Emily’s fault. Now, our rivals demanded someone be sent to them, held captive until the debt was repaid. My fiancé, my family—they all agreed it should be me. “Emily already got hurt in the mission. You are stronger. You can handle it while we figure things out.” I knew this moment was coming. And so I signed my name. In five days, I’d be sent away. And I have decided that no matter what happened—whether I lived or died—I was done with my family and my fiancé. In those last days, I gave everything I owned away. The casino? To my stepsister, who had always eyed it with envy. My checking account? To my father, who never missed a chance to remind me how useless I was. The engagement ring? Back to the man who’d been fake as hell. They didn’t notice anything off. They just smiled, pleased with how thoughtful I’d suddenly become. When they realized I was gone for good—and that their fragile Emily was their undoing—would they still smile like that? Would they still look so content?

“You’re just like a sister to me.” Those were the actual words that broke the camel’s back. Not after what just happened. Not after the hot, breathless, soul-shaking night we spent tangled in each other’s arms. I knew from the beginning that Tristan Maverick was a line I shouldn’t cross. He wasn’t just anyone, he was my brother’s best friend. The man I spent years secretly wanting. But that night… we were broken. We had just buried our parents. And the grief was too heavy, too real.... so I begged him to touch me. To make me forget. To fill the silence that death left behind. And he did. He held me like I was something fragile. Kissed me like I was the only thing he needed to breathe. Then left me bleeding with six words that burned deeper than rejection ever could. So, I ran. Away from everything that cost me pain. Now, five years later, I’m back. Fresh from rejecting the mate who abused me. Still carrying the scars of a pup I never got to hold. And the man waiting for me at the airport isn’t my brother. It’s Tristan. And he's not the guy I left behind. He's a biker. An Alpha. And when he looked at me, I knew there was no where else to run to.

Sa kagustuha na makaraos sa pang araw-araw na pangangailan ay kailangang magtrabaho ni Aubree Lyn Corpez sa isang company na mataas magpasahod ngunit malayo naman sa kanyang mga anak na kambal na nasa edad five years old. Ngunit sa hindi inaasahan na pagkakataon ay ang magiging boss niya ay ang dating kasintahan na kung saan pilit niya na itong kinalimutan ng ilang taon dahil sa isang pagkakamali na relasyon at dahilan kung bakit inilayo niya ang kanyang mga anak sa tunay nitong ama. Kaya niya bang panindigan na hindi na siya magbibigay ng second chance sa taong nananakit sa kanya kundi ang maghiganti? Ryker Matt Sullivaño ay kilalang ruthless, arrogant CEO/ boss ng isa sa kilalang real estate sa buong bansa. Sa muling pagkikita ng kanyang dating girlfriend, may pag-asa pa kayang maitama niya ang mali ng nakaraan? Paano kung huli na at may mahal na siyang iba?

A gaming-obsessed recluse, mooching off his parents and on the verge of getting kicked out of the house? No, this was the night a stock market prodigy was born! A single phone call from his guild master changed everything. "Don't you dare quit the game! Starting tomorrow, you're working at my firm. You'll be on salary, free to slack off, and it won't interfere with your gaming time!" What the—?! His guild leader was actually a financial titan? The elite investors at the private equity firm scoffed. "A clueless rookie who doesn't even know how to read a candlestick chart? Let's see how long it takes for him to quit in disgrace!" But then— "A worthless penny stock? Watch me go all in." What followed was ten straight days of a parabolic rally. The entire trading floor was left in stunned silence. "Holy—?! This guy's a newbie? He's a freaking market whisperer!" From scorn and contempt to groveling at his feet, the elites clung to his leg as if it were their lifeline. From 'Dieselgate' to exploding smartphones, every corporate scandal became his personal feast to harvest the world's wealth. And when Wall Street bared its fangs, plotting to crush domestic companies, he raised the banner and rallied the nation's capital to his cause! Channeling his most familiar in-game strategy, he issued the command, "Bros, on me—let's go raid Wall Street's home server!" That day, Wall Street lost its mind. The global markets screamed in turmoil, and the chairman of the NASDAQ was begging for a truce by morning. Facing the press, Elon Shaw only shrugged. "Market whisperer? Hardly. I just opened 999 loot boxes and maxed out my luck stat, that's all..."

My husband's brother dies before my husband and I marry. My mother-in-law has never liked me, and my husband is a mommy's boy. He listens to her when she forces him to remain in mourning for his brother—within the next three years, we can only register our marriage but not have a wedding. To help his widowed sister-in-law past these difficult times, my husband runs over to her place every few days, leaving me alone at home. Anyone who isn't in the know would think I'm the widow! My scheming sister-in-law even tells her child to address my husband as their father instead of uncle. I sneer. "How shameless of you to want your brother-in-law to care for two families at once. Thank goodness the child in my womb doesn't have such a disgusting father."

My boyfriend’s cousin went to live at his place after her divorce. Not only did she have a five-year-old, but she was even pregnant. She regarded my boyfriend as her support as if it were her right and blamed me for everything. She thought I had taken away her cousin. At a family gathering one day, her son splashed a drink at me and yelled, "You’re not allowed to steal my dad!"

He needs a wife. I need a miracle. Our marriage is fake, but the danger is real. Lucien Stone, billionaire, cold, and heartless offers me a deal I can’t refuse. I just have to obey, smile, and never let him find out the truth. But some secrets don’t stay buried. Especially when the past wears a child’s face.

Asul Xyreighn was only ten when she watched her family be slaughtered in front of her eyes—flames, blood, and a killer’s cold smile burned into her memory forever. That night, she lost everything… and was reborn with only one mission: revenge. Now twenty-five, she enters the underworld with a new name and a new face. Her target? Zech Chartreuse—billionaire, assassin, and the man who may have destroyed her life. Her plan was simple: seduce him, earn his trust, and then end him. But nothing about Zech is simple. He’s dangerous. Obsessive. Addicted to her presence like she’s the air he breathes. He takes her to Heaven Island—his secret paradise, where she becomes his obsession, his muse… and his prisoner. What begins as an act turns into nights of forbidden heat, stolen kisses, and whispered truths. Every time he touches her, she forgets why she came. Every time he holds her, she questions her own heart. But when she runs away with a secret he never saw coming—he hunts her down with fire in his eyes and madness in his love. Can she survive the love of a man willing to burn the world just to keep her? Or will her vengeance cost her the only person who ever chose her? This isn’t just a romance. It’s obsession. And once it starts, it never lets go.

HE IS THE BOY THAT WAS BORN AS A GIRL AND HAD TO PROVE TO HIMSELF, EVERY DAY THAT HE IS MAN ENOUGH FOR THE WORLD. ~~~~~~~ Adrian's life hasn't been one he is proud of since he lost his home the day he came out to his family. He thought they loved him as they always said but it turned out it was all a big fat lie. Going through life and trying to make the most of it, he met a man who would turn his whole world around. Just when he thought he was finally going to be happy, fate showed up with another plan, one that would leave Adrian wondering whether living was actually worth it. ~~~^~~~ "Elijah, you can't be serious!" "I am." "Why?" "Because he's a man and he is mine!"

Albert Roosevelt was the crush I was never meant to have. Like an idiot, I believed loving someone meant giving them everything, even if they didn't care about you. So, I trailed after him like a desperate puppy, bending over backward to meet his every whim. When he couldn't afford tuition, I begged Dad to fund him, sending him to the best schools. When his worn-out clothes made him a laughingstock, I pitied him and showered him with designer labels. And what did he do? He used what I gave him to chase after a gold-digging campus belle. To keep up appearances, he blew through money like it grew on trees. He even spread rumors that he was the real heir to the Roosevelts. To him, I was just an ATM. "Your family's loaded. It's not like you'll miss a few hundred grand. If you're gonna be stingy, maybe you should stop following me around," he said when his wallet ran dry. And like a fool, I believed that if I kept paying, someday, he'd love me back. After graduation, I funded his startup. The second it took off, he married the campus belle. He had the nerve to claim he earned everything through nothing but hard work. So, I crashed his wedding, and he buried a knife in my chest. "Only when you're dead, Eve Roosevelt. Only then will my pathetic past stay buried." When I opened my eyes again, I was face-to-face with a scowling Albert. "You can't scrape together a few hundred thousand dollars? It's Bianca's birthday. Are you trying to humiliate me?" I looked around the room and rolled my eyes. "Sure, I'll pay. But first? Kneel. You look pretty enough. Consider it charity, peasant."