Netero Final Attack

My sister, Laura Ward, died the year we were ten, the year we snuck out of school to play. From that day forward, my mother’s grief turned into a burning hatred for me, convinced that I was the reason my sister was gone. She treated me like a servant, like an unwanted burden, and filled the void by adopting a perfect, obedient daughter to replace my sister. She took everything from me without a second thought — my rights, my freedom, my very existence — and even demanded that I give up a kidney for her precious adopted girl. Alright, Mother, if you want a life, I’ll give you mine! But it was only when my body lay cold, my breath long gone, that she finally turned and looked at me.

The heart that I had waited two years for was given to the fake heiress, Diane Bishop, by my husband. The doctor said that I only had a week left to live. So, I decided to undergo cryonics. I donated my body to Diane’s workshop. The day I signed the donation papers, my son threw himself into my arms and exclaimed that I had finally made up with Diane. My parents praised me for finally being a good sister to help out Diane. My husband was pleased when he said that I had finally let go of the grudge and had become more understanding. I chuckled. They were right, I had finally learned my lesson. I would give Diane my identity as the heir of Bishop Corporation and fulfill everyone’s wishes.

I fell for Don Lorenzo Moretti the second I saw him. Hard. As a mafia princess, I wasn't supposed to chase anyone. But for him, I swallowed my pride and made him my mission. A year later, he finally had me, pinning me to the bed as he moved inside me. His eyes were pure fire, and in that mo ment, they saw only me. For ten years, we were electric. We fucked in five-star hotels all over the world. We just fit. I was his lucky charm at the poker table. I took shots for him until I bled from my stomach. I even took a bullet for him. Then came our engagement party. Lorenzo left me standing there alone. Said something "came up." I went back to our apartment, only to find him kissing my stepsister, Juliana. That’s when I knew. He had always loved her. I was just a stand-in. He tried to explain, words tumbling out in a panicked rush, promising a bigger, better party to make up for it. A laugh, cold and hollow, died in my throat. I turned my back on him, pulled out my phone, and called my mother in Sicily. "I'll marry into the Romano family."

"SA TINGIN mo papayag ako sa divorce na gusto mo, Amanda? Never. At tsaka ito naman ang gusto mo noon pa man, hindi ba? Gustong- gusto mong maikasal sa akin..." Humalik ang labi nito sa balat ni Amanda na siyang nagpatindig ng kaniyang balahibo. "Ngayon, hindi ka na makakawala pa. Magdurusa ka habang buhay bilang asawa ko..." *** Noon pa man ay mahal na ni Amanda Fabregas si Theo Torregoza. Lahat ay kaya niyang gawin para sa lalaki maging ang pagbitaw sa sarili niyang pangarap. Kaya naman nang makasal si Amanda kay Theo, wala siyang ibang ginawa kundi maging masunurin at perpekto sa lalaki. Naging mabuti siyang asawa kay Theo. Ibinuhos niya ang pagmamahal niya rito ng buong puso pero sa huli... iba pa rin ang nasa puso nito. Nang sa wakas magising si Amanda sa kahibangan niya kay Theo, naisip niyang makipagdivorce na sa lalaki. Pero ayaw ni Theo. Gusto niyang magdusa si Amanda sa kasal at pagmamahal na ni minsan nasuklian. Gusto niyang pahirapan si Amanda. Hanggang saan aabot ang pagtitiis ni Amanda kay Theo? Hanggang saan aabot ang pusong paulit-ulit lamang sinugatan at kailanma'y hindi napahalagahan?

"You were promised to me, Alessia, not even death can change that." Alessia Capone was born a mafia princess, powerful last name, perfect future and zero control. At just fourteen, her parents sold her into a blood-soaked engagement with Rino Lombardi, the cold, dangerous heir of Italy’s most feared criminal empire. He was obsessed from the moment he saw her. She hated him before he even spoke. To escape that fate, she ran straight into the arms of another man. A man who turned out to be worse than her worst nightmare. Now, decades later, Rino Lombardi is back. Widowed. Ruthless. More powerful than ever. And still maddeningly obsessed with the one woman who got away. He made a vow to himself. If he can’t have her willingly, he’ll burn the world until she begs to come home. But Alessia is no longer the young girl he once knew. She’s a queen in her own right. She’ll never kneel, never submit, not even to the devil she once escaped. ...Or will she? Because the man she swore to hate may be the only one she’s ever truly belonged to. And this time, he’s not asking.

If it was my sister being bullied, Mom and Dad would have believed her right away and fought for her without a second thought. However, it did not matter anymore. In my next life, I would pick parents who really cared about me.

Pitong taon na silang kasal, ngunit laging malamig ang pakikitungo ni Eduardo, Monteverde kay Luna Santos. Ngunit si Luna ay palagi paring nakangiti, dahil sa mahal na mahal niya ito. Naniniwala rin siya na darating ang araw, mapapainit niya ang puso nito. Ngunit ang kanyang inaantay na pag-ibig ng lalaki ay napunta sa ibang babae, at ang kanyang pakikitungo sa babaeng ito ay mabuti. Nanatili pa rin siyang determinado sa kanilang kasal. Hanggang sa kaarawan niya, lumipad siya ng libo-libong milya patungo sa ibang bansa para makasama ang lalaki at ang kanyang anak na babae, ngunit dinala nito ang kanilang anak, para samahan ang babaeng iyon, iniwan siyang mag-isa sa walang laman na silid. Tuluyan ng sumuko si Luna matapos niyang makita na ang kanyang anak na babae ay gustong palitan siya ng ibang babae bilang ina. Hindi na siya nag dam-dam pa, nag-iwan siya ng sulat sa sobre para sa kasunduan ng diborsyo, isinuko niya ang kustodiya, at umalis ng may estilo. Mula noon, hindi na niya muli itong pinansin at hinihintay na mailabas ang sertipiko ng diborsyo. Itinuring niya ang kanyang pag-alis sa kanyang pamilya bilang isang pagkakataon para bumalik sa kanyang karera. Siya, na dating hinahamak ng lahat, ay madaling makakuha ng kayamanan na umaabot sa daan-daang bilyon. Ngunit sa kanyang mahabang paghihintay, ay ang hindi lamang pagdating ng sertipiko ng diborsyo, kundi ang lalaking ayaw mang-uwi noon ay mas madalas ng umuwi ngayon, at mas lalong nagiging malapit ito sa kanya. Nang malaman niyang gusto na niyang makipaghiwalay, ang karaniwang tahimik at malamig na lalaki ay sinunggaban siya at sinabi, “Diborsyo? Imposible.”

Quando eu estava sendo despedaçada viva, usei minhas últimas forças para ligar para o meu irmão. No instante em que minha consciência quase se apagava, ele atendeu o telefone, mas sua voz estava cheia de impaciência: — De novo? O que foi agora? — Mano… me salva… Antes que eu terminasse a frase, ele me interrompeu friamente: — Você arranja problema todo dia? No fim do mês é a festa de formatura da Marina. Se você não aparecer, eu mesmo te mato! E desligou sem hesitar. A dor me consumiu até eu fechar os olhos para sempre. As lágrimas ainda escorriam pelo canto do meu rosto. Mano, você não precisa me matar. Eu já estou morta.

When I open my eyes again, I notice that I'm lying on the bed of my archnemesis, Ashton Ford. Ashton calmly puts on his clothes before tossing a card at me, telling me to get out. He then looks at the caretaker stationed by the door and asks helplessly, "Is Sunny still throwing a tantrum? Tell her that we're going to be engaged soon. She can't leave women in my bed just because she's angry." I'm about to say something when a stream of comments appears before my eyes. "Here comes another one hoping to sleep her way into a prestigious position. Mr. Ford only loves Sunny. If she didn't comfort him, he might have taken his own life after what happened to Elizabeth a long time ago." "Can the author stop trying to force these flings onto him? It wasn't easy for Sunny to achieve success after taking over as the female lead. I want to see them live a sweet married life." "Unless Mr. Ford's dead first love, Elizabeth Miller, comes back to life, no one can possibly touch Sunny's position in Mr. Ford's heart." Confusion is written all over my face. I'm Elizabeth Miller. Since when did I become Ashton's first love?

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.