Why Did Rosalie Hate Bella

Fritzsheya Pomela Alcantara felt relief nang hindi itinuloy ng mga magulang niya ang fix marriage niya kay Nate Chua. Buong akala niya ay doon na magtatapos ang gulong hatid ni Nate sa buhay niya. Pero napagkasunduan ng magkabilang pamilya na ituloy ang company merging sa pamamagitan ng pagpapakasal ni Loureen, Sheya's sister and Nate's brother, Darius. The marriage made them in-laws, dahil dito ay nagpatuloy ang bangayan ng dalawa. Sheya hated the fact that Nate is now related to her and she doesn't want to get involved with Nate Chua for he is a troublemaker. Mula noong araw na nakilala niya si Nate, she already Hated Nate Chua.

She was his mate. But what’s the point of fate… if the Alpha doesn’t choose you? Bella stayed. She waited. She loved him quietly, hoping one day Ethan would finally see her. He didn’t. Not when she needed him. Not when she was breaking. Not even when she was carrying his child. And when he finally realized what she meant to him… It was too late. Because by then, Bella was already gone and he had lost everything he never knew he had.

Isabella Flores, isang dalagang pinambayad utang ng sariling ama. Bunga siya ng kataksilan at siya ngayon ang nagdurusa sa kasalan na ginawa ng kaniyang mga magulang. Buong buhay niya, ginawa siyang alila sa mansyon na mga Bustamante—ang legal na pamilya ng kaniyang ama. Wala siyang ibang pagpipilian kundi ang tiisin ang pagmamalupit sa kaniya sapagkat wala siyang ibang matutuluyan. Buong akala niya ay sapat na ang pagpapakaalila niya upang bayaran ang kasalanan ng magulang niya, subalit higit pa pala roon ang kailangan niyang isakripisyo, dahil kailangan niyang pakasalan ang pinagkakautangan ng kaniyang ama—si Maximo Castellano. Mayaman, makapangyarihan at matunog ang pangalan nito lalo na sa mundo ng negosyo, subalit wala pang nakakakita kung ano tunay na hitsura nito. Ganunpaman, ang katotohanang magpapakasal si Isabella sa taong hindi naman niya mahal ay malaking kahibangan para sa kaniya lalo na't hindi naman siya ang orihinal na ipambabayad utang kundi ang nakatatandang kapatid na babae—si Catriona Bustamente. Ano kaya ang posibleng mangyari sa oras na malaman ni Maximo na ang pinakasalan niyang dalaga ay hindi pala ang ipinangako sa kaniya? Panibagong dagok sa buhay na naman kaya ang dadanasin ni Isabella o kabaliktaran ito sa inaasahan niya?

My husband's ex got kidnapped with me. The guy gave him a choice. "Your ex or your wife. Pick one." Maverick didn't even flinch. He chose her and walked off. After that, hell broke loose. I got tortured till I died. Much later, Maverick decided I was worth remembering. Sent people to find me. Too late. I was already rotting in a dump.

The day she found out about the tumor, Noemi Rosales made one wild choice—she'd give her corneas to her blind husband, Daniel Gomez. Quietly. No spotlight, no drama. Too bad Daniel only cared about Ivanna Lopez. He ate up every lie she fed him and iced Noemi out like she was nothing. "I want you out of my life." Cool. Noemi could do that. "Ms. Rosales, are you certain you want Mr. Gomez listed as the cornea recipient?" "Yeah. Give them to him. Once I'm gone, the hospital can use the rest of me for science or whatever." She scrawled her signature. "Don't tell him."

On our wedding day, my wife's first love, Hank Scott, threatened to slit his wrists. She ignored him and went through with the ceremony anyway, until news arrived that he was dead, his blood staining the ground. From that moment on, Shirley Lowell withdrew into a convent, becoming the cold, distant woman everyone knew. In the name of atonement, she forced me to copy the Bible a thousand times and kneel in endless prayer, grinding me down until I was crippled. Bound to a wheelchair, I asked her for a divorce. She refused, saying we owed Hank a debt and had to atone for it together. She used my family to threaten me, keeping me by her side and tormenting me for the rest of my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on our wedding day. This time, I chose to push her toward Hank. I would become the first love in her heart, the one who led her onto the path of devout faith.

Serafine, a seventeen year old human girl, never believed werewolves existed until she was bought by one. Bran Cornick. A ruthless, feared and powerful alpha of the strongest pack in werewolf history. Alpha Bran Cornick hates humans more than he hates rogues, but fate ties him to the one he hates the most. Serafine. Find out how Serafine survives a world where humans are prey, and an alpha who fights fates with fangs and claws. Because fate may have tied them together…but hatred is a blade sharp enough to sever even the strongest bond.

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Lydia gets her dream job as the Alpha's chef, and she's excited about her new life, but her excitement is short-lived when she runs into the Alpha, who turned out to be her mate, and he has her thrown in prison, accusing her of being a spy. Nicholas hated Lydia as soon as he set his eyes on her, and he wanted nothing more than for her to disappear, but when she didn't, he resorted to doing everything possible to get rid of her. When a dark past involving both of them resurfaces, Lydia must now choose whether to abandon him just like he wanted or fight for a place in his heart at the cost of her life.

Siempre tuve el presentimiento de que Mateo fue obligado a casarse conmigo. Pero cada noche en la intimidad, cuando estábamos juntos, él prefería acariciarme y ayudarme con sus manos antes que realmente hacerme suya. Con el tiempo, mi corazón empezó a enfriarse y, ya cansada de sentirme rechazada, decidí pedir el divorcio. Pero la noche antes de imprimir los papeles, escuché por accidente una conversación en la terraza entre Mateo y sus amigos. —Mira, no es por meterme, —dijo uno de ellos—. pero la deseas como un loco, entonces ¿por qué no la tocas? Tienes a una mujer perfecta a tu lado. —Las mujeres no soportan que las ignoren —agregó otro—. Si sigues reprimiéndote así, algún día se irá con otro hombre, y después te arrepentirás. Mateo guardó silencio un momento antes de responder en voz baja: —Su piel es demasiado delicada… su cintura tan fina y sensible… Si pierdo el control, podría asustarla. Además, es mi mujer, tengo que ser cuidadoso con ella. Si alguna vez necesita buscar consuelo en otro lugar… tampoco pasa nada. Mientras siga queriendo volver a mi lado, yo seguiré cuidándola y consintiéndola. Al escuchar eso, varios amigos soltaron una risa burlona. —Ya deja de hacerte el santo, si lo fueras, entonces deja de buscar esas cosas a escondidas en Google. Esa misma noche, movida por la curiosidad, abrí el historial de su navegador. Había más de cien búsquedas… y todas decían lo mismo: “Finalmente me casé con la chica que he amado en secreto durante años. Tengo un fuerte deseo por ella… ¿cómo puedo hacerla disfrutar sin lastimarla ni dejarle un trauma?”