Who Killed Madara The Second Time

On New Year's Eve, I prepare a feast. The clock strikes twelve, but my husband, Vincent Porter, still isn't home. My daughter, Lorelei Porter, tugs at my sleeve and holds up my phone. "Look Mommy, Daddy is at this lady's house!" Vincent has posted an update on Twitter. He is with Christine Snow, his childhood sweetheart. They are smiling at the camera, with a boy who looks about ten standing between them. In front of them sits a swan-shaped cake. The caption reads, "The most special day for the most special you." My heart sinks into my stomach. A marriage that came later in life can never compete with a pair of childhood sweethearts. I accept defeat.

NOTE: This is a book series, other books will follow suit. ----- Two days before the mating ceremony, Alpha Finn’s chosen mate vanished—leaving behind a letter claiming she had found her true mate. Broken and desperate, Finn turned to the one woman who had always been there for him. When the Moon Goddess revealed her as his mate, she believed her years of silent love had finally been rewarded. But Finn neither accepted nor rejected her. He asked her to wait. She did—until the woman who shattered him returned, spinning lies of betrayal and kidnapping. Without hesitation, Finn welcomed her back… and cast his true mate aside. Bound by love and fear of losing him, she endured humiliation, cruelty, and endless schemes—until she was falsely accused of murder and miscarriage she never caused. Her punishment? Rejection. Banishment and Death. Left to die beyond pack borders, she is saved by a feared rogue Alpha—the exiled older brother Finn never speaks of. And when the Moon Goddess speaks again, she delivers a cruel truth: The mate who broke her was never her destiny. The Alpha who would burn the world to protect her… is.

My fiancé suddenly announces he's marrying my sister instead. And just as my world collapses, the cold, noble Twinkle Oriven kneels before me with a diamond ring in hand. He confesses he's loved me for years. We get married. For three years, he's gentle, considerate, and flawless in every way. Then, one day, I accidentally overhear a conversation between him and a friend. "Twinkle, Amelie has everything she has ever wanted. Isn't it time to end this fake marriage?" "Since I can't marry Amelie, it doesn't matter who I marry. All that matters is that it keeps her life undisturbed." In the chapel where he prays every day, the wallpaper is covered with one name—Amelie Ashcombe. I hear him pray to the heavens. "May all the good in the world belong to Amelie. I'd trade my own happiness for her peace and joy. I don't ask to have her in the next life… I just want her to remember me." So this is the truth behind three years of a seemingly perfect marriage. I erase my identity and stage a fake death. From now on, Twinkle and I are nothing.

Nagluluksa si Amara Alcantanra sa burol ng kaniyang ina habang abala ang kanyang asawa sa pagdiriwang ng kaarawan ng unang babaeng minahal nito—punong-puno ng kasiyahan at engrande ang selebrasyon. Klarong-klaro ang lahat kay Amara. Kung hindi siya mahal ng lalaki, ayaw na rin niya dito. Iniwan niya ang kasunduan ng diborsyo sa ibabaw ng mesa at piniling ipalaglag ang dinadala, at lumakad palayo nang mag-isa. Limang taon ang lumipas. Sa isang marangyang subastahan, lumitaw ang chief auctioneer nakasuot ito ng isang hapit na makabagong Filipiniana na backless, may mataas na slit sa hita, at natatakpan ng puting belo ang kanyang mukha. Lahat ng mata ay kusang tumigil sa kanya. Napasimangot si Argus De Luca, bahagyang nanliliit ang mga mata. "Ang pangalan niya'y Reina?" Tumango ang kanyang assistant. "Yes, Sir. May nabalitaan rin akong minsan may nag-alok ng sampu-sampung milyon kapalit ng pagkakataong makita ang tunay niyang mukha pero tinanggihan niya." Sa wakas, natagpuan na ni Argus De Luca ang babaeng matagal na niyang hinahanap sa loob ng limang taon. Kinagabihan ay hinarang niya ito sa isang kanto. "Auctioneer Reina, hanggang ngayon ay tinatakbuhan mo pa rin ako o mas tamang sabihin kong Amara?" "Argus, hiwalay na tayo." "Hindi ko kailanman sinang-ayunan 'yon. Nasaan ang anak ko?" "Mukhang nakalimot ka, Argus… ikaw mismo ang dahilan kung bakit nalaglag ang bata, limang taon na ang nakalipas!" Ngunit ngumisi si Argus, at may inilantad sa harap niya. "Kung gayon, ipaliwanag mo ito." Triplets na limang taong gulang ang nakatayo sa harap nila.

On my 22nd birthday, my uncle Scott discovered my diary. After he found out about my secret love for him, he sent me overseas. He then spent hundreds of thousands, marrying the love of his life.

My wife's first love kills me without a shred of mercy. But my wife, a world-class surgeon, doesn't try to save me. Instead, she comforts her first love. "He's so ruthless! How could he hurt you this badly?" She even tells the police that I've severely injured her first love, claiming she wants to press charges for attempted murder. Then she points at my body and demands that I get up and apologize to her first love. "Charles, stop pretending! You just want me to pity you, right? Get up and apologize to Steven!" she yells.

Kaia Dawson swore she’d never return to Moonfang territory, not after Vincent Lopez, the Alpha, shattered her heart in a cruel dare that humiliated her in front of the pack. As an omega, she was the lowest of the low, and Vincent made sure she never forgot it. But years later, with her mother gravely ill, Kaia’s forced to take a job in the one place she vowed to avoid, Moonfang Construction, the very company Vincent now runs.

As the only daughter of a casino magnate, I have grown up surrounded by danger and betrayal. To keep me safe, my father has raised nine bodyguards from a young age. After I come of age, he asks me to choose one of them as my fiance. Everyone expects me to pick Harry Hunt, the man I have secretly loved for years. But I do not—not after what happened in my previous life. On the day of our engagement, I was kidnapped, and my hands were pierced with poison-tipped spikes. Tortured and desperate, I called Harry for help. His response still haunts me today. "Victoria, stop with these games. Your location shows you're still in the hotel suite. Trying to pull these pity stunts just to keep me to yourself? Pathetic." With another woman laughing in the background, I closed my eyes and gave up. As the iron cage sank beneath the waves and the sea filled my lungs, my life ended. Then, I open my eyes and find myself back on the day my father asked me to make a choice. This time, Harry's name is the first I cross off the list. But why is he crying and begging me to marry him at my engagement banquet with Jeffrey Reed?

On the way home during the holidays, my fiance's sister-in-law, Pamela Kensington, brings out an electric pot that requires 2,000 watts in order to function so that she can cook some meatballs. "The sockets in the electric car are meant for us to use, no? If we can't have hot food during our trips, then what's the use of having an electric car in the first place?" My fiance, Mason Vance, who is driving, doesn't bother to stop Pamela. Instead, he helps her fill up the pot with water while smiling. In my previous life, I had strictly stopped them from cooking meatballs and told them that we didn't have enough power left in the electric car. If they were to cook the meatballs, the car would stop in the middle of the journey, and we wouldn't be able to make it home. Pamela, who tagged along for the ride, thought that I refused to let her son have a piping hot meal, so she began criticizing me. Mason, on the other hand, thought that I was being too much of a busybody. He slapped me in front of everyone before pushing me out of the car. I was frozen to the bone in the blizzard as I watched everyone else leave me behind happily. In the end, I died from hypothermia. When I woke up again, I realized I'd returned to the moment when Pamela is about to plug the electric pot into the socket. This time, I hand her a power strip. "Go ahead and use this power strip. It can channel more power for your meatballs to cook quickly."

I'm staring at this man who looks exactly like my husband, overwhelmed by fear, as I received a message that read, "He's not your husband!"What's even more bizarre is that the name displayed as the sender of the text on my phone is "My Dear Husband"!Who on earth should I believe?