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When Peter, my father-in-law, suffered a heart attack and needed an urgent transplant, the hospital miraculously had a compatible heart. Helen, my mother-in-law and I were overjoyed. We thought it was a blessing from above. However, just as we were getting ready for surgery, Nate, my husband, disappeared with the compatible heart. When we finally reached him by phone, it was Camile, his first love. “Nate is busy prepping for my dad’s heart surgery. Stop distracting him!” Helen was trembling with fury. On her way to confront Nate, she got into a car accident and ended up in a critical condition. I begged Nate to come back and operate on her, but he walked into another operating room. In the end, my in-laws died. Their bodies were donated for organ transplant. It was not until later that I found out that their organs had been donated to Camile’s family.

"How bad do you want it? Is it strong enough for you to become my pet." His hands wrapped around her neck, and his voice a low growl as a deadly smile played on his lips. *** Bella knew the Mystery Cafeteria Boy was trouble from the first time she saw him. He was the one that was going to blow up her cover and uncover her past. Stuck in the same grade she had no other choice but to make a deal to become his pet. Could he bully his pet? Yes. Fall in love with his pet? Hell no.

Five years after my death, my daughter, Emma, dialed Xander Green’s number. She cautiously asked, "Do you like my mom?" She was trying to get an answer to the question I once wrote in my diary. "Xander, do you like me?" Unexpectedly, the voice on the other end sneered, "Did your mom put you up to this? Using her own daughter like a pawn? What an unfaithful woman! She’s already with your dad, yet still trying to rekindle things with me?"

Kegilaan antara Mak comblang dan si bos dingin bermulut pedas. Selalu pilih-pilih wanita, suka mengkritik dan lainnya. Artan harus terpaksa menerima saran dari sahabat dekatnya untuk mencari jodoh lewat jasa Mak comblang. Dan Artan syok saat mengetahui siapa Mak comblangnya ternyata wanita yang pernah ia jebak sebagai alat bantunya. Apakah yang akan terjadi selanjutnya? Apakah usaha Artan mendapatkan jodohnya berhasil?

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.

Five years after I rejected my mate, Shawn, he had become the Lycan King — and most importantly, he now had a beautiful mate. During the Werewolf Alumni Reunion, someone suddenly brought me up. “What’s Kendra been busy with? She hasn’t shown up at a single reunion in years.” Someone sneered. “She’s too busy seducing alphas from other packs — on airplanes.” “On airplanes?” “Yeah. She’s a werewolf flight attendant with FullMoon Airways. They cater to alphas and lunas from all kinds of packs. I’ve seen her on board before. You wouldn’t believe how flattering she acts around those prestigious wolves.” “Really? Kendra’s a werewolf attendant? No surprise — she’s always dreamed of being claimed by some single alpha.” Hearing that, Shawn, sitting at the center of the table, flinched slightly. His fists tightened. “A werewolf attendant?” he murmured. “Yeah, Shawn... but haven’t you gotten over her by now? It’s been years.” He froze for a second, then quickly composed himself and held his mate’s hand beside him. Everyone’s attention turned to the flickering moonstone ring on her finger. “I’ve long forgotten her,” he said flatly. “Come to my bonding ceremony next month. There will be a sacred ritual at the temple.” “Wow...” Applause filled the hall. But only I, whose soul had been drifting in the air all along, slowly lowered my head upon hearing the news.

Caleb Villarreal ang batang CEO ng Villarreal Empire ay isang lalaking sanay sa kontrol. Kontrol sa negosyo. Sa oras. Sa sarili. Pero ang tahimik at disiplinadong mundo niya ay gumuho nang muling mag-asawa ang kanyang ama sa isang babaeng may dalagang anak na si Lyra. Hindi inaasahan ni Lyra na ang pagtira nila sa mansyon ng mga Villarreal ay magbubukas ng pinto sa isang damdaming bawal. Sa bawat tagpong dapat ay simpleng pag-uusap lamang, may kuryenteng hindi nila maipaliwanag. Sa likod ng malamig na titig ni Caleb ay may apoy na unti-unting lumalamon sa kanila pareho. Hanggang sa ang mga tinging dapat ay iwasan ay maging tukso, at ang katahimikan ay maging kasalanan. At kapag ang pagnanais ay naging apoy, sino ang may karapatang magpatay nito ang konsensya o ang puso?

"Dad, Mom, I've decided—I'll go through with the marriage arrangement with the Kingston family. I'll be back by the end of the month." Daphne Wharton made the decision in the middle of a camping trip with Luke Hardy. She curled into herself, pulling her scarf higher against the chill. For a moment, there was only silence on the other end of the line. Then, her mother's voice came through, thick with tears. "Daphne, we know this isn't fair to you. Our company is struggling, and the Kingston family is willing to help—but only if you marry their son. We've failed you as parents…" Her father let out a heavy sigh beside her mother. Daphne listened, her gaze unfocused. A faint, bitter smile tugged at her lips. "It's okay, Mom, Dad. This is what I should do. I'll be back in fifteen days—when their son returns to the country."

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The day Eve Jones came back to town, Zac Gibson did not come home all night. The next day, I saw a post on her social media, showing a photo of two hands tightly intertwined, along with Zac’s peaceful, childlike sleeping face. When he finally came home, he threw divorce papers at me and said, "You’ve been standing in Eve’s place this whole time. Now that she’s back, it’s time for you to move on." It did not matter anymore. I was not going to live much longer anyway. Whoever wanted the title of "Mrs. Gibson" could have it. Later, I died. But Zac cried at my grave, kneeling, promising he would never hold anyone else’s hand again.