"How can you tell me you never wanted it when you can't deny that you loved every second of it, my love? Shyne, no one will ever make you feel the way I do, and I'll spend every moment proving it. Not even time and death can separate us." Shyne De Leon runs away from her past and her ex-lover by using her family's power and influence to start a new life far away from her hometown. The memories and promises that her ex has given her made running away more difficult. A few years have passed, and the guilt of what she left behind started to haunt her. Her ex Rian Batista and their past rendezvous began to appear in her dreams more frequently. The dreams became darker, and Shyne started to have ghostly hallucinations of the man she had left. When the torture of her dreams became too much, her family's money and influence could no longer save her from her own past and mind. As the untold past starts to unfold, will she kiss the truth and embrace her past? Or will she wallow in regret and enter her ex-lover's offered damnation?
"One more drink. Come on, you can't be that weak." I said to my friend as I downed another shot of alcohol from my own glass. "I'll drink that if you say pass, but I'd call you weak for the rest of the year." I watched my friend sway out of drunkenness.
"You know your father would shoot you dead on the spot if he sees you drunk, Shyne. He'll never forgive his perfect daughter if he finds her messing around with us." My classmate said as he slyly tried to grope one of my best friends, who was a little too drunk for my liking.
"Keep your hands to yourself, KP. I'll break that faster than you can drink that shot." I said in a playful yet warning tone. He reluctantly removed his hand from my friend's thigh and fixed his own school uniform.
We finished drinking just enough to make us tipsy but not yet drunk enough to pass out. We still had exams in an hour, and we had to make sure we were presentable enough to not get caught. Going to school and taking exams drunk for me was easy. The problem was making sure my stupid friends didn't make it obvious. They had peas for brains whenever they were intoxicated.
I finished the test as fast as I could to go straight to my boyfriend's house. I didn't love the guy, but he was a good trial run to try all the firsts I wanted. I didn't want to show him to anyone because he was definitely NOT my type.
Being with Rian was stupid, but I'd rather be foolish and free than be stuck at home with people who don't understand me. All the money and awards will never be enough for me. I was looking for love, a home, and a place where I could be myself.
I knew wild activities were not what I would consider as my authentic self either. However, I dug my own grave in this pretend life I'm living, and I have no way out.
"What are you thinking?" Rian says as he covers me with the blanket. "You're looking into space again. Don't tell me you're too drunk to even feel anything." He said playfully while hugging me.
"You look like a psychopath with that mustache, so I guess that's distracting me," I said as I playfully hugged him back. "But no worries, hon, I won't call the cops on you for looking like a psychopath. I'd be in trouble too 'cause they'll see me with you." We just laughed and enjoyed ourselves for a few hours until I was decent enough to go home.
A few hours after I arrived at my house, my mom called me into the living room. Usually, I'd only be slightly nervous; however, my mom's eyes showed me otherwise. She is looking at me as if I was a walking disappointment, and the tears on the corner of her eyes added to the face of anger and disappointment that she was wearing plainly.
"Why were you seen by your aunt walking with an unknown guy in the middle of a small village a few kilometers from school?" She asked coldly. "How did you get there without anyone knowing, and who is that person?"
"He's my boyfriend, mom," I replied carefully. "I just visited him, and we're not doing anything wrong. Just leave it alone." I said and ignored her stares as I sat on the couch.
"I hired an investigator. He's an addict, a delinquent, and he didn't even finish his studies because he's wild and they can't afford his studies. Now, I want you to cut every communication with him and leave him. You are a De Leon, and your name as well as your father's name will be put to shame if you don't stop this." My mother ranted for an hour, and all I could do was nod.
My mind raised a hundred scenarios in a minute and planned out what I should do as soon as my mother allowed me to go back to my room. I was thankful for the perfect posture that I was trained to have, no matter the situation. If my family found out about Rian, I was positive that they would later find out about all of the crazy things that I was doing. An entire investigation could happen just to do a background check on my friends. If my father found out, the head of the clan would surely do everything in his power to polish the identity that I have tainted. Freedom was not an option as the eldest child of the boss of the De Leon clan.
"I can hire a killer to just shoot that boy, but I won't. But, it would be a waste of our family's money, and I don't want my uniform as a police officer to be tainted with his blood." My mother continued and said in disgust. "I'm giving you one last chance to get that boy out of your system before I take matters into my own hands." She looked me dead in the eyes. "Do not disappoint us, young lady. Never throw your future away for some bastard who has no future."
Leaving Rian isn't that bad, and honestly, I would gladly do it now that I have no choice. However, the bad thing is if my parents figure out that I haven't had my menstruation for nearly four or three months. I didn't even tell Rian I was having this problem. If I get pregnant at the age of twenty by a twenty-four-year-old out-of-school addict, then I'd be disowned for sure.
I left the room and went straight to my room, crying silently. I called because I had no idea how to get out of this mess for the first time in my life without getting busted. This is bad. The family can't know about this, or else both Rian and I would be dead meat. LITERALLY.
“You don’t know the pit you’ve dug yourself in, Ms. Elena Lubov. Can you honestly tell me that if I slit your neck right now, you can still love me?” Michael asked as the knife on Elena’s neck began to cut slowly and draw a bit of blood. Their gazes never wavered. “I’ll cut my throat on your behalf, Michael, if it would make you believe in every word that I say” she said without fear, “I have nothing to lose.” she whispered. When the most powerful mafia boss finds out his past never existed, how can he keep his madness from destroying the future he created? When power and money is useless, what can the words of the dead do for those left behind?
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Julia and Evan were the perfect couple-or so she thought. But everything changed when Evan abruptly ended their relationship, leaving her heartbroken and unable to tell him she was carrying his child. Years later, Julia has built a life for herself and her son, Andy, while Evan has risen to unimaginable wealth and success. Their paths cross again at a chance meeting, but Julia soon discovers Evan has moved on with someone else. Julia is done with the pain. She's fought battles alone, raising a son who deserves the truth about his father, even if Evan doesn't deserve her forgiveness. When Julia told Evan years ago she had something to say, he didn't listen. Now, it's time for him to listen. But is it too late to reclaim what he lost? "We should break up," he'd said, the words cutting through her like glass. The pregnancy test in her pocket stayed hidden, just like the child they would never share. Now, it's Evan's turn to hear the truth-and to face his deepest regret.
"I, Erika Blackwood, stand before you, Alexander Robertson, with a heavy heart. I hereby reject you as my mate. The bond we once shared has grown fragile, and my soul yearns for a different path. May you find solace in the love of another, and may we both find the happiness we seek." Alexander didn't say a word and looked at me. But he refused to accept. *********** Erika Blackwood is the next Alpha in line of the Ironclaw Pack. She hides her identity and gets mated to the Alpha of the Moonforest Pack, Alexander Robertson. Three years passed, but Alexander is still unwilling to let go of his childhood sweetheart. Erika is mistreated and eventually framed by the same childhood sweetheart. Now she leaves with that humiliation, and goes back to her pack, swearing vengeance on those who hurt her. They all waited for her to return and beg, but what happens when they realize that the famous Ironclaw Pack that was going to help in the rogue war, was ruled by a woman named, Erika Blackwood. Now her Ex mates want her back. Other Alphas want this woman.. But will she accept any of them? Or will she stay independent forever?...
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"