Who am I? What happened to me? Why I can't remember anything. All I know is I woke up didn't know how to walk, how to speak completely, it feels like I'm a new born baby but the opposite is I have a grown up body. I'm so weak that I can't even move my muscles. I'm so weak that I can't even mutter a single word. Hera Lopez has been in a coma for 8 years. How can an innocent girl live with all the problems? How will he get along with the people around him? A lot can happen and can be done to him by exploitative people. Would be a professor name Clinton Niccolas Donovan will help and teach her how to survive from cruel and twisted reality or be one of those people who have a cruel intention and motive?...
why are you still here?" My heart was immediately filled with trepidation when I heard his baritone voice from behind me. Even if I didn't look back, I knew the owner of that voice very well. Every day I heard the ma- authority of this speech that gives me a strange feeling of nervousness. Its smell also gnawed at my nose, which was delicious to sniff, as if it was very delicious to hug-
"Ms. Hera Lopez! I'm asking you." This emphatic saying brought me back to my senses. The shiver I felt immediately returned. But why am I nervous, I'm not doing anything bad. He just found me here in the classroom alone because my classmate Sofia told me to wait for him here. "S-ir -ahm-ah" what is that why am I stuttering. "Hera!" Immediately all the hairs on your body stood up because of the way he mentioned my name. I feel like he's telling me not to lie.
"Sir, because Sofia said - I'll take her here" I stammered. And I almost didn't breathe when I felt my back pressed against his strong chest. I didn't even realize that he was behind me.
"Really? For fuck sake! Hera. It's already 7:00 pm" I can feel the restraint in his voice. So even though I was nervous, I slowly faced him. Our two eyes immediately met. And like before I always admired the color of his eyes. He has a the dark brown eyes that I always admire whenever I got the chance to stare at it. Perfect jaw that always clenches when he's annoyed at my classmates. He hates noise. That's why. And now staring at his face clearly mad, made me step back.
"You've been waiting for almost 2 hours Hera!" He half-shouted at me. For me to make shiver in fear. My knees wobbled. My throat went dry. Chill sipped through my body "I-i'm sorry sir- "Damn! Why are you saying sorry to me!" He said in disbelief while staring at me intently. I couldn't stop my tears from falling. He's always like this. He's always making me feel that I always did mistake everyday. I can't anymore. I held back my tears. "Sir. I'm sorry But if I did something wrong, you wouldn't have scolded me. I hope you tell me. It's not like I'm committing a sin against you every day" I almost shouted back at him. I thanked him and I didn't stutter. I immediately looked up. The soft expression on his face made me guilty. it's back to me. I'm a stupid professor. I shouldn't have answered him. I immediately gasped.
I BREATHE deeply while looking at the gate that dad said is the school where he chose me to study. This is the first time I will set foot in this place. For the first time I will study at school and not be taught at home. After I woke up that day three years ago, I found out the reason why I can't remember anything and even when I say words I have difficulty. that's because I've been sleeping in that bed for a long time since I was five years old. "Tu-b-ig" I uttered while papa and the one he called Doc were talking. They immediately gave me a glass of water that didn't fit me and I immediately asked for another glass until I had four glasses of water. After I finished it, I felt a little relief in my throat. After a few weeks of observing me. The Doctor also said that my condition is fine. From then on, dad helped me learn how to walk like a child just starting out. From walking as well as speaking until he hired a "Tutor" so that I could study. In those three years, the only thing I did was study. There were tests that were made to test me so that I could accelerate and keep up with the studies of my peers. And today is that day because I passed all the tests. "Son, I'm warning you. Never go with anyone." Dad warned again. Because this is not the first time I left the house. Whenever dad is not working, he always takes me out of the house so that I can learn to socialize with other people. "Yes, but dad, what should I do when someone talks to me?" I asked as I remembered the first incident when someone asked me one day at the mall where C. R was so I answered him. "MISS where is the road to C.R?" A lady asked me politely. Why did he immediately ask C.R. He should have asked first where our house is because there is a C.R there. "At home. There's C.R there" I answered him with a smile. I also looked around to look for dad. He said he will buy Ice cream for me. "Huh?" I was lifted again by the person who asked me. Who is now looking at me as if in disbelief. His lips are slightly open. "Are you kidding me kid!" Unbelievably screamed this exclamation again. I frowned. "Oh no, you're asking questions so I'm answering you properly. Because Papa said that when someone talks to me, I should talk to them properly so they can say I'm a good girl. But you're bad because you're yelling at me." I have a sweet relationship with him. It just tormented me and then muttered "such an Idiot." "What happened baby?" Dad asked worriedly when he came back as he caught me frowning at the distant bulk of a 'bad girl' "Someone asked because papa where is the C. R" I answered while frowning. Can't accept that someone is oppressing him. Used to his loving father always smiling at him. "What did you say?" Papa asked with a smile. Oh, if only he knew that the woman only tortured me instead of thanking me. "I said that C.R is at home" I answered while looking up at dad. I can clearly see how the smile on his lips was erased when he slapped his forehead. He explained to me that not only our house has a C. R but all the places we can go including the mall has a C. R too. 'I'm the badgirl uh-uh' "Of course talk to him properly. Please baby BE GOOD and make friends."I immediately understood what he meant. I have learned a lot. I know now what I will do. Yes, you already know everything. "Bye pa. Take care" I said goodbye and kissed dad on the cheek before he said goodbye and returned to the taxi he used to get around. While I was walking, my eyes were also rolling around me. From the wide gate I entered earlier, there is a very large school hidden. In front of a building is written 'DONOVAN UNIVERSITY'
"Sir I'm sorry- I'm sorry I-didn't mean t-to- It seems like my world has stopped and I feel like I'm going to fall when I feel my professor's lips. It seems like I'm just a stump standing and not knowing will do." At least you know how to talk back" He seemed to be happy with this promise which just made me frown. I don't understand him, he must be scolding me because I yelled at him. My forehead frowned even more when he apologized to me.
"I'm sorry baby I can't take it anymore" I immediately gasped when he kissed me as if I was thirsty. The slight parting of my lips allowed him to insert his hot tongue inside my mouth. His arms were tightly wrapped around my waist. This is the first time I have felt something like this. A soft moan escaped from my mouth. Especially when he slowly put his hands in my skirt and ran it towards my thighs. Oh! God what is he doing? It feels like my body is on fire and not to mention the tingling sensation on my belly. Oh god! Oh What is this? Is it feeling they called LUST?
Holding the paper where all my schedule for the day and my section are written, I continued walking to find it. Fortunately, after about five minutes of searching, I also found it. When I entered inside, there were many students with their own worlds. In a corner are men gathering on their cellphones. On my left side, there are women happily talking while some of them are busy putting lipstick on their faces. I immediately looked for a place to sit, but there was no vacancy in the front where there were many women sitting there, I had no choice but to sit in the back, mostly men. Maybe it's okay. The important thing is that I can sit somewhere. While I was walking to the empty seat, I didn't know what to do, especially since someone was looking at me. The others even smiled at me, especially the men who were gathering on their cellphones, and now someone is whistling at me. Hmmm maybe they want to make friends. "That's nice dude. Is that new here?" I heard a man say with a playful smile on his lips. Who is he talking about? "I guess" answered their colleague. I just ignored them, because they didn't talk to me or ask me questions. They keep guessing "Hi, is there anyone sitting here?" I looked up when someone asked me a question. He smiled while asking a reason to see his white teeth and his slightly red lips which made it even more beautiful. I can't help but be amazed because of its beauty. I don't know if I should answer or just stare at his face. In the end I just chose to just stare at him. "Uhm miss?" he asked again. I just held my breath. I'm still watching you. "No one is sitting there" I simply answered. Before I continued, I looked at him. I also noticed that he seemed uncomfortable Hmmm. Why is it?
"Why have you been staring at me?" It's a slightly askew question.
"I'm sorry because you're pretty" I answered while pouting. Just now because I saw a new person. All I can see is dad's face when I sleep and when I wake up he is what I always see. So it's nice to know that I will be leaving the house every day because I will finally be able to meet other people.
"Is that so? Thank you" he said still grimacing. Why is it ? Does he not want her to be pretty?
"Aren't you happy that you're pretty?" I frowned when I asked him.
"Oh! Oh! No. It's just..your so... weird"
They say I'm weird. I just snorted at what he said.
"By the way I'm Tiffany Rodrigo and you are?" He said while extending his hand to me. I immediately understood that he knew me so I immediately smiled. I will finally meet someone here.
"I'm Hera Lopez" I kindly introduced myself while happily shaking hands. "Are you new here?" It asked again
"Yes, in fact this is my first time as a student at the school, it's a good thing I accelerated" I energetically answered him. He nodded at my answer. It seems that I don't need to explain much because he already understands what I said.
"So you are not a regular student that's why" He answered with a smile while nodding his head. Maybe it's smart.
"'Girls, I heard that we have a new professor and guess what?" The woman in the first seat almost screamed. They have many groups.
"C'mon Sofia spill it" This girl's companion can't help but urge that they almost look alike because they have the same make-up look. I think it was too much. But they are obviously beautiful.
"There are rumors that the youngest son of Mr. and Mrs. Donovan will be teaching. Because he has finished studying about their business" he said with excitement. " Wait..wait . You mean Clinton Niccolas Donovan the most hot and gorgeous man we met in the club last week?" It's a big, incredulous question. But wait, aren't minors allowed in the club? Why can they enter there? I didn't realize that I was listening to their conversation. Dad said don't listen to the conversation I'm not with. I turned to the person next to me when he touched me.
"Why?" I will ask .
"Do you know what they are talking about?" Tiffany asked me.
"No, why?" Now I got curious too. Whose this new guy.. i mean new professor their talking about .
"He is the son of the owner of the school. And he said that he has wanted to teach for a long time, so Mrs. and Mr. Donovan taught him business first because one day he will be the manager of Donovan Inc. Since Donovan Shipping line went to his older brothers." He explained to me. The new professor they are talking about is rich.
"Why are you telling me?" I asked innocently. Should I know every professor in this school? . Not sure .
"Seriously?.. You are not interested in knowing Who Si Clin i mean Sir Clinton ?" It seems like an unbelievable question to me. Why does this new Professor seem so popular? Why does everyone seem to like it?
While Tiffany and I were talking, the girls didn't stop talking about the same topic. CLINTON NICHOLAS DONOVAN .
"Well, I don't know you" How can I be interested, I've never seen it before.
"Wait until you meet him" He said smiling. "He has a class with us?" I asked "Yeah. You didn't read the schedule note. His name is there.
But it's just one subject?" He sneered. Because of what he said, I reread the Schedule note that I still have. My eyes immediately searched for the name Clinton Niccolas Donovan. History is his subject with us. Since -I'm a tutor, I've studied it. And I can say that this subject is very boring. It's actually the last subject in the afternoon. Maybe no one will listen to it because maybe we're all sleepy.
"But that's a good thing, he has a handle that is senior high because he is fucos in college to teach" He added with a smile.
Not long after, our adviser also arrived where he first introduced me and said that I am not a regular student so they should accompany me properly which made me happy.
Lunch time came. I went to the cafeteria together with Tiffany.
She's really a nice person, Tiffany even treated me a lunch. We were enjoying our food while talking about
THE MOST TOPIC IN OUR SCHOOL. DONOVAN.
I don't even know why we are talking about him. I mean it's okay to talk to someone behind their back. I mean...geez, I don't know what we are doing.
THE Most awaited time came the History subject. Yeah you read it right the most boring subject became a most awaited one. Maybe that's the reason why they gave History subject to Sir. Donovan to catch the attention of the students. But actually my classmates are not listening, they are just staring at the man with a deep brown eyes, A tall guy with a well built body. Even I can't stop my eyes from staring at those eyes that captivated me. He has this cold but dangerous aura surrounding him while his eyes were roaming around to each of my classmates seats until his eyes stopped on mine. My heart beats unconsciously than its normal. am i nervous Maybe yes because he is so intimidating. He didn't look at me for long either.
"Ok class. I know a lot of you already know me but I will introduce myself. I'm Clinton Niccolas Donovan. Call me Sir Clinton instead of Sir Donovan. And I just want you to know my simple and plain rule. "Everyone focused attention on him. No one made any noise, but I know especially the girls in my class, especially in Sofia's group, who seem to be trying not to scream.
"I hate noise. And if you were just sleeping in my discussion better go out and sleep in your house." He said with a warning tone. He must know that his subject is boring. What if I accidentally fall asleep? With that thought, I immediately raised my hand to ask.
"Sir, what if I accidentally fell asleep?" I asked while standing. It immediately turned its gaze to me. The eyes also looked directly into my eyes as if they were reading my personality. I just bit my lip deeply regretting why I asked. The way he looked at me, my legs were getting weak. I hope I didn't really ask. I wish I would just keep quiet. My palms are getting cold because of the nervousness and shyness I feel.
"Oh. You wouldn't like my punishment" He answered smiling. I didn't wait for him to sit me down because my legs lost strength so I just sat down while I felt like I ran far because my heart was beating so fast. I gasped for air because I seemed to be out of breath.
"You heard me. Every mistake there's a punishment" He said to my classmates and focused there. Fortunately, it's not mine anymore, his stares are debilitating. But wait...what, Every mistake there's a punishment?
Why is this professor's Terror? It seems like he wants it to be perfect, we shouldn't do anything he won't like but we might not like his punishment either. The discussion continued
,And I can say that none of my female classmates complained or couldn't sleep.
If you look at it, it's like they're really listening properly, but despite the silences, it's the imaginations that go everywhere with our professor. Mr. Clinton Nicholas Donovan.
"Hi Hera, let's go together"
"Hey dude, I'm lucky so I'm going home with him"
"You know you go home, it will go with me" .
Just a while ago, there were three of them, but the three of my classmates actually followed me one after the other.
"Ahm. I'm sorry that dad said that I would only go with him" Hera answered innocently to the men who followed her.
"But if you want we can go out the gate together" He added with a smile so they wouldn't be sad that he couldn't keep up with them. While his classmates who wanted to take him looked at each other as if they couldn't believe it. Others were insulted because of the girl's innocence that was not hidden while speaking.
"Yeah much better" His classmate Kyle didn't have his own anger. One of the young men who wanted to accompany him home now seems to be weak.
he is the heir of all, he's an important heir of Cordovas, they are the families of Billionaires all over the country. he will inherit all Family companies of the clan and will be the next CEO of the Cordova GOC (group of companies) Jared IS the Cordovas 5th Legacy, and now I'm bearing his Legacy, the 6th LEGacy Im carrying his child I'm carrying the Billionaires Legacy
The door sounded, I walked near there and opened it and it was Cyrus De Luxrell. He kissed me while entering here inside then locked the door again. "I got you food, my wife." he said softly in my ear so I nodded. "Does your back still hurt?" so i Shoked my head sit in his lap where he wants me to sit."Tomorrow, be ready. We're attending something gorgeous party." he said and gave me a smack kiss on my lips. "What party?' I said in my mind. I was treated well here even though I was kidnapped and big different in my family house who always wanted me to be their money machine all the times. They didn't try to find me and comforted my betrayal heart.
A rising actress who only got a glimpse of success suddenly found herself in a predicament. A crisis in a form of three small children knocking on the door of her life. The most worrying thing is that they call her... "Mama!" Thinking of what I could drink, I stared at the bartender for a long time. He's busy attending orders from other customers so he probably didn't notice me. He's tall and has a good physique. His muscles are visible because of his fitted white button down shirt. He deliberately undone three of his top buttons that's why women are drooling over the sight of his broad chest. It's no wonder that only women wait for orders at the bar counter. Even if they can't drink, order after order. It is the bartender the one they want to buy not drinks. He whistled. When I looked up at him again, our eyes met. I held my mouth. "Did I say that too loud?" I asked unconsciously. He chuckled. "Would you like a drink?" Instead of answering, he offered me a drink. I don't know what drink he put in front of me. It has a bright orange color. I gave him a stern look. "I never order for this." I pushed the glass towards him, but he handed it back to me. "That drink will suit your taste." I want to wipe off the sly grin he has. "Was it drugged?" "What kind of perverted ideas are you thinking?" My cheeks instantly heated by his vulgar way of asking. He's smiling from ear-to-ear. He's having fun toying with me. "I wasn't particularly thinking of anything!" I strongly defended myself which made him act as if he's surrendering. "Alright! We don't need to raise our voice here, Ma'am. We're both clean." I hate his grinning face. I rolled my eyes before chugging down that suspicious drink he offered. I blinked twice and stared at the half empty glass. "It was... an orange juice?" Damn this bartender! He's laughing his @ss off. "Was it too strong? Want something gentle?" I gritted my teeth. Now he's offering me a milk in a bear-shaped cup. My face was red, not just because of embarrassment but because of so much anger. I guess even if I love him for the milk he gives, I still can't get rid of my anger towards him. "Call your manager! What kind of crappy service is this?" My voice is raising dramatically. He pretended to take a breath as if in submission. "I think that's enough. You're already drunk, Ma'am." His face looks concerned but his voice sounds playful. This made me more furious. "I'm not drunk!" I tripped in time and spilled the orange juice on the counter. The irritating thing is that instead of getting angry, the smile on his lips grew even bigger. "Fine. You're not drunk." My vision is turning so blurry. I'm dizzy. I saw him gently touch my elbow to check if I was fine but I slapped his hand away. "That was too strong, rabbit." He chuckled. I don't remember what happened next because I lost consciousness completely. I knew it! That drink was drugged! I'll get back to that bartender! I felt the familiar warmth of my bed. How did I get home last night? I must have drunk too much because I don't remember anything. I was about to go back to sleep when I heard a strange noise around me. "Shhh! Don't make noise! Mama's sleeping!" Did I leave the TV on? What's with this noise? I heard a baby's cry. It was loud as if the baby's just beside me. "I'm hungry! Mom wake up!" Wait. I'm scared. This is way too realistic. Why is there a small hand touching my stomach? I don't want to open my eyes. "Wakey wakey, Mama!" I gasped for air as I opened my eyes when something hit my body. My eyes are playing games with me. There are three children in my bed! "Good morning, Mom!" -
I fell down on my bed. My body aches from practice. It's only four o'clock in the afternoon, it's shocking. Is this how Mommy suffered at HTS? If I only knew, I wouldnât have bothered to join yet. I struggled to get up and picked up the phone on top of my side table. "Mother Martha," I began tiredly and she answered me with full concern. "Please. Can you just bring me some food up here. Even if you just order another maid. The pain is over. My body really, I can't really go down. All right, thank you. " I immediately removed my bra and stretched. Even maybe opening a social media account is boring to do. I've only been in training for two weeks but I'm tired, I don't want to. I closed my eyes, waking up, tired and tired. I was startled by a noise coming from a cell phone, as if a gunshot had been fired. I seem to have fallen asleep tired. I turned to the person next to me and focused my eyes on his cellphone. My vision was blurred but it didnât take long and I saw who was next to me. "Calyx!" I slapped him with a lampshade. "Hey! Don't! â he blocked her face with his arm and immediately left my bed. "Why are you here? And ... And it's still here in my bed! " "I don't know about you. I just delivered your food and then you took advantage of my weakness," she replied and threw my bra on my bed, apparently hanging from her hair. Immediately warmed my face to what he did. I know there was no malice in what he did but I couldn't help but be ashamed. In the crowd, why Calyx yet? "The thickness of your face! Get out of here!" I repel while averting my eyes. "Why are you the one who delivered?" "I volunteered," he answered simply so I turned to him. âI would like to talk to you. I would have woken you up just because you are sound asleep so I would have planned, just wait for you to wake up. â "So who gave you the right to sit on my bed?" I raise my eyebrow. â âI am not comfortable on the floor. â "The thickness of your face, get out!" I rock him a pillow. He also left my room immediately. I just wiped my face. We are now facing each other in the living room as he rubs the lump on his forehead that was hit by the lampshade I hit. "I didn't invite you," he complained. "Don't play the victim. Anyone who sees our position before will think it's ugly." "Ja, you're the one who hugged the two of us. Why are you still angry? Shouldn't I? I feel like I took the wrong course, I should be a politician so I can pass a law that also aims to protect men from your women . " I was amazed at his reasoning. I donât know if he has a saltik or what. I closed my eyes tightly and whispered to him. "Hey. Calyx Napoleon Tan De Jesus, let's be clear. If you don't want to marry me, make sure no one knows what happened." "You're beautiful. It's not bad to marry you," he smiled mischievously and raised his eyebrows so I threw the magazine at him. I was even more annoyed when he laughed out loud. "Get out of here!" I hit the magazine. "Ja, let's talk," he laughed at my blows. "Let's talk about the two of usâ ouch!" he rubbed his forehead and quickly sat down next to me. "What's ours? There is no U.S!" I stomped on him. I sighed as he pulled my two legs closer to him, causing me to lie down on the sofa. He put one arm around my head and brought his face close to mine. I couldn't breathe or even move when our noses came together. I stared into his eyes moving my eyes and my lips. I sighed again when his finger stuck to my forehead as he parted my hair. I closed my eyes tightly and slapped him so he moved away from me. I immediately stood up and walked away from him. I felt my blood boil when I saw him smiling while holding his blushing cheek. "Strength," he said, shaking his head and smiling at me. âBut Ja, didn't you crush me then. I was just wondering, why? "Calyx growled. "Can I have Calyx. It's a memory I want to forget," I replied angrily and he laughed. I was about to stone him with the magazine when I heard the doorbell ring. Our assistant hurried to the gate to open the door for the visitor. I focused my eyes on the door of the house. "Are you expecting someone?" he asked in front and lay down on the couch. "It's none of your business. Can you just leave first because it's embarrassing for the visitor. â "Wow! Heavy! â he applauded. I turned angrily to the man who was just staring at me. He immediately âkissed me. "Fuckboy," I whispered. âHey, that hurts. You are a judge. â "Truth hurts, Calyx," I smiled sarcastically. "Ms. Jayesa," the maid approached me. "She's supposed to be your visitor. Keshaun Medrano. Shall I let her in?" âKeshaun? Thatâs a boyâs name, and youâre still a guest? Are you misleading? â Calyx stood up and got serious. âWhat are you doing? You also said, I'm beautiful, âI replied. I looked back at the maid and ordered him to let Keshaun in. "Jayesa, I know you're 18 but you're still a baby in our brother's eyes." "Why are you interfering?" "I'm just concerned." "Concern? Stop me," I
"Huh?" I asked confusedly. Mr. doctor's answer? "C-come again? I'm what⌠now?â "Pregnant Lady Ca-" âPregnant!?! I!? HOW!?â I shouted at him. He raised an eyebrow at me and stared at me like some sort of a weirdo. "By having an int*rc*urse of course Lady Candace." I looked at him, well, doctor, I'm not in the mood to joke here, what? How am I pregnant!? I'm not even from here! I'm literally not from here, I'm from planet earth! E-A-R-T-H EARTH! From the Philippines, Cebu City! I was drinking with some friends because there was a celebration... But, I got drunk and I don't know what happened. When I opened my eyes, my environment was different. I woke up on some sort of small house and when I came out the people were dressed fancily. Their set-up is ancient but fantasy themed? It's like a peg only in fantasy books. That's it! I really don't know what's going on- maybe I'm just pranking but it's not really. The way they talk is weird, my h-ngh-ng friends don't speak that fluently. So I'm convinced that I'm no longer a prank and I woke up in another world. Maybe that's possible, I'm listening to lessons and watching Isekai anime. (Our character here is quick to believe in magic so he quickly adapts what is happening. Then I also read reincarnation stories, be it manwha or manga. Maybe I was de-ds when I drank too much? I know that's not the only problem I have. My hair color also changed, I still have the same face and all but- I DON'T HAVE A FROST BLUE HAIR! My uncle's life was gone when he saw me coloring. Also what is with my eyes!? I don't wear contact lenses either!? I didn't even know what was happening and then I just found out that I'm pregnant?! I know the kid is from j-gj-gan but duh!? I'm a virgin! One hundred percent! Not a single man moved my flower! My beautiful flower is well protected by me! But new?! I suddenly found out that I'm pregnant!? Then I still don't know the child's father juskooo- forgive me father for I have really s-nned. Mamang will slap me left and right when he hears this! I haven't even graduated from college yet and I'm already doing kerengkeng. Huh. What if I suddenly got pregnant? What is magic? But magic exists here- because eehh! I really can't process what's happening to me. I'm still adjusting to this because I just reincarnated and then I found out that I'm pregnant without knowing who the father is. I mean- I don't have memories whatever. Not really! as in none! Nothing! Is this how you wake up in another world? I have read fantasy books, why aren't my scenes the same as theirs? They woke up because they remembered something from their past self chuchu. Why am I not there? Does this body have amnesia? This may not be my body even though we have the same face. What the h-ck is happening? Not only do I have no memories, I suddenly got pregnant. I bit my lip, seriously, if I am reincarnated in another world, I must also have memories so that I can catch up on events. But nothing really, I was not blessed. I scratched my head while looking at my stomach, whatever. I'm gonna take care of this child. I, Candace Dulce will be raising this baby! With or without someone! Well, I'm such a strong independent woman!
She died due to overworking as a popular web writer, she never thought she could die like that in an appropriate state. But they did say, if only you could be given another chance to live again and alas, she was reicarnated as a child! She is not just merely a baby, but the youngest and only princess of an Eryndor Empire! How a 30-year-old unmarried and virgin woman could survive this? Especially her family where she belongs are famous as a heartless and tyrant royal family?
Cheated by husband, betrayed by friend and rejected by family. It all came down to her inability to conceive within three years of marriage. She was tagged a barren woman and they made it appeared like a plaque, she has no place to hide her face. Her husband got divorced on the account that he wants to be with someone else, who will bear him a seed, someone who will show the fruit of his hardwork and masculinity and the only woman he choose was the closest person to his wife. Elena was broken, shattered and wounded. But she made a decision, she would move on, she will not accept the fate imposed on her as a barren woman. And humanity cannot decide her fate! This is the story of Elena Scott and the happy life afterâŚ
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
For seven years, Jillian pursued Bryan with unyielding passion, but he remained distant, his emotions tightly sealed. Disheartened, she left for overseas after graduating from college. Three years later, Jillian, now a successful attorney, sat provocatively on the lap of Bryan's competitor. She flashed Bryan a playful smile and taunted, "What's wrong, Bryan? Are you impotent?" Bryan's restraint shattered in an instant. In a swift motion, he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed. The next morning, as Bryan woke up, Jillian flashed a mischievous smile. "Let's keep things casual, okay?"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
"I, Sophia Addison, of the Crescent Moon Pack, deny your rejection, Jacob Carter." I smiled triumphantly at him and he just glared at me. I can hear loud gasps and whispers throughout the place. They cannot believe that their goody-two-shoes of a senior year president is rejecting me in front of everybody. What goody-two-shoes? More like a two faced jerk! That is why, here I am, denying his rejection. Oh well, I refuse to suffer alone. So...let us both suffer together my dear mate.