Stella Renouf is the youngest child of Remus Renouf, the last successor of their elders. Her birth brings dismay to her father as Remus wants a male child. She knows that her father doesn't like her as much as he likes her older sister, named Daisha Renouf. To carry on their family's legacy, Remus made an accord with their Alpha, named Raven Alarick. They decided to bind their families with a marriage between their youngest children. Stella meets Brandon Alarick, the finest warrior of their pack. They were given a couple of months to stay under the same roof and learn about how to be compatible with each other. Their situation made Brandon's life miserable because he already chooses his mate. He is vocal about his feelings and shows Stella that he will never fall for her, no matter what happens. Stella is longing for love that her father doesn't give her, and she hopes that Brandon might fulfil it for her. As time goes by, nothing changes with her relationship with Brandon. They were still strangers to each other. As their families noticed that they were unmatched, they decided to change Stella's mate. Brandon doesn't know what he feels when he finds out their chosen mate for Stella. He wants to get her back, but it is already late. How can he get back the woman he tries to send off? Does Stella still want him to stay by her side? Is there a second chance for them to cherish each other?
"Do you think my father will like this?" Stella asked Flora after they made a bouquet that they would give to their father. "Of course, you put in a lot of effort while making that!" Flora assured her, and Stella smiled at her friend. "I hope so!" Stella said and looked at the bouquet that she was holding.
They decided to go home, and Stella was humming while walking towards their house. "You look so happy today, huh?" Daisha told her as soon as she entered their home. "I will bring this bouquet to Dad. Where is he?" Stella asked her sister but Daisha didn't know where their father went.
"Maybe he was just walking outside or patrolling with the guards." Daisha answered, and Stella decided to wait for him in the living room. "Do you want to eat now?" Daisha asked her, and Stella shook her head.
"I'm not hungry! You can eat first!" Stella answered and she was happily looking at the flowers. It was almost midnight when Daisha went out of her room, she saw Stella in the living room and still waiting for their father. "You should sleep, Stella! He will come back tomorrow!" Daisha told her and patted her back.
"What if he didn't come home? All of these will die!" Stella said, and Daisha smiled at her, "You can make a new one, right?" Her sister asked her, and Stella glared at her. "Yeah, I can!" Stella answered but it was a waste of her effort if their father will not show up tonight.
Stella decided to sleep, and Daisha accompanied her to her room. "Good night!" Daisha told her and kissed her head, "Thank you!" Stella answered and smiled at her sister.
Stella was just seven years old when chaos killed her mother. She was still young to witness how cruel they did to her mother. Every night she would try to sleep, a picture of her Mom begging for help would visit her and until now, it was hunting her.
She was eighteen and until now she was still crying whenever she would think about her Mother, "I'm sorry for not helping you, Mom!" Stella whispered and wiped the tears from her face. She didn't realise that she fell asleep while thinking about her.
It was already noon when she woke up. She immediately stood up from her bed and went to the living room. Her bouquet wasn't there anymore so she looked for her father. "Where is he?" Stella asked her sister as soon as Daisha showed up from outside. "Oh! He is in the garage." Daisha answered, and Stella immediately went to the garage. She looked at her father and that's when she saw the bouquet she made inside the trash can.
"You didn't like it?" Stella asked her father, and Remus stopped what he was doing. "What are you talking about?" Remus asked her, and Stella pointed out the bouquet inside the trash can. "I thought it was trash so I put it in its right place." Remus answered, and Stella held her tears. "Oh! Is that so?" Stella asked, and her father just looked at her.
"Don't cry! Don't ever show me your freaking tears. I'm tired of it!" Remus stopped her from crying, and Stella ran inside their house. Daisha heard everything that their father said to Stella, she followed her to her room and knocked on the door.
"Leave me alone!" Stella yelled, and Daisha stopped knocking. "I'm just here if you want someone to talk to." Daisha told her but she didn't get any answer from her sister. Stella didn't eat for dinner and she just stayed inside her room.
"Hey! If you don't want to eat, at least do the dishes!" Her father yelled from outside her room. She covered her face with her pillow. The night came, and they were already sleeping when Stella went out of her room. She was tiptoeing in the living room until she got outside their house.
"Where do you think you are going?" Stella stopped walking when she heard her father's voice behind her. She turned around, and her father was looking at her intensely. "To get some fresh air!" She answered and tried to walk again, but her father grabbed her arms.
"I didn't know where you get that kind of manner and it is pissing me off." Remus said and he pulled his daughter inside their house. "You will not leave until you apologise for what you did!" He added and he pushed Stella on the couch.
Daisha immediately went to the living room after she heard her father's scream. She went to Stella so she could help her to stand up but Stella pushed her away. "Don't touch me!" Stella told her and she ran towards her room.
"Don't try to console her!" Remus said to Daisha, but she didn't want to do it. She thought that Stella needed someone who could listen to her rants.
The next day came, and Stella went out of her room when she found out that her father was gone. Daisha was waiting for her in the living room. "Stop talking back when he was mad!" Daisha told her sister while she was treating the wound that Stella got when their father pushed her. "Even if I don't talk back, he will still get mad at me." Stella answered and took a sip of the coffee that her sister made for her.
"You should eat now, you didn't eat last night!" Daisha scolded her sister, and Stella just smiled at her. "I'm just wondering why our father didn't like me." Stella said and finished drinking her coffee. "Don't think like that, Stella!" Daisha told her but Stella just smirked at her.
"You can't stop me from thinking that way." Stella told her, and Daisha shook her head in disbelief. "Fine, go to the kitchen now!" Daisha told her and patted her back.
She watched Stella walking, and she smiled while thinking about their mother. "She's grown up now, Mom!" Daisha whispered while looking at Stella.
Divorce was a nightmare she never envisioned, especially not with the man who held her heart. Born into a world of wealth and influence, Tyra Ralene Sandoval was groomed for leadership, her every move calculated to secure her place at the helm alongside her brother, Tyler Rale Sandoval. Their paths collided in the bustling halls of college, where Tyra found herself captivated by Laxus Miguel Villafuerte, the charming heir to V Corps. Their love blossomed, culminating in a whirlwind romance that led to marriage within two years. The discovery of Laxus's infidelity shattered Tyra's world, leaving her with nothing but the painful remnants of a love that had once promised forever. Desperate to mend the pieces of her shattered heart, Tyra sought refuge in a foreign land, hoping to find love and a chance to move on from the betrayal she had endured. The news of her father's illness forced Tyra's return, but she wasn't alone. By her side someone stood, who meant more to her than anything in the world. Fate had a twist in store, bringing Tyra and Laxus face-to-face once more, and with it, a revelation that would rewrite their destinies. Would she give him a second chance, or would she embrace the love that had healed her broken heart? Could forgiveness bridge the chasm between them, or would they be forever bound by the pain of the past?
A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, “She’s quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and you’re crossing me.” The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights.
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Eliana was framed by her best friend and her fiance into sleeping with a boy toy in the club and getting impregnated by him. Five years after she had given birth to twins, she returned home and worked under the Moran Group, where she met the CEO-- Maurice. Maurice was a brilliant businessman who did his job well. But in order to stay under the radar, he lived a double life. One as Maurice, and one as Preston. Fate brought the two together again, roping them in on an exciting love story. It all became more complicated when Eliana faced Preston, the man she had slept with before, once again. Now that she was being pursued by two men, how could she ever choose? When would Eliana uncover the secret of Maurice's identity? When was Maurice going to know that he already had two children of his own? How would Eliana face this man when the truth came to light one day? Come and find out.
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"