Catherine Oriel

Everyone thought he was just a spoiled brat who flirted with anyone because he had a powerful father who could give him all the luxuries in life. Contrary to what most people know, Acadia was just a lost soul eager to find love and peace within her. He is a flying eagle, complete with wings and at the peak but he does not know what for and what is the reason of his life. She thought she could tame him, but the guy has it's own principles in life. A man hard to reach and unworthy of his kind. Meeting Seigneur was one of her plans but falling in love with him isn't. She thought that her love for him would save her from her grief but the man only doubled her suffering.

It's my first day of school as a simple student of MU. This school is very popular and only rich students can afford to study here. I'm also one of them, being rich is very frustrating because your parents always put pressure in you so you don't have a choice but to do what they say and meet the standards they want because of the reason they're always saying it's good for you, good for you my ass!. "Mira!" she said to me sapphire. She's my best friend since I was grade 7 "What? Is there any gossip?” I open here "It's terrible! but have you heard?" it's gossip "Which one was heard?" I answered "The 5 handsome sons of the owner of this school will be going to transfer here" This is a story that makes me frown. Why is he telling me this story? what do I care? psh! "Uh okay" I replied bored here "Okay? that's all?" it whined "Why? what do you want me to sa-" What I was about to say was interrupted by the laughter of the entire student body in the incoming black Ferrari car. 'omg they're here' 'hey, look at me, am I beautiful?' I saw their picture in there old school and they're all handsome I heard a whisper so sapphire and I stopped walking "I think they're here" said the person next to me, she looks excited like others The men got out of the Ferrari more and more because I covered my ears "oh boys, you're finally here" met immediately by the dean, I stared at them and I can't deny the fact that they really had good faces, handsome indeed huh! I was staring at the idiot next to me, so I immediately elbowed him, causing him to return to the correct posture "ses ampopogi nga" it screamed my gosh my ears hurt "do you know them?" I asked here "Of course, I'm a fan of those guys" he answered which made me wince, really a fan? It's a good thing as long as there's no mistake. And it started to teach and introduce men "That's Javier, he's the eldest among them" he pointed to the man in a white polo tucked into his black pants, he was wearing specs and his hair was brushed up and his face was emotionless. "It's hard to joke because you might be embarrassed because you'll be the only one laughing," Sapphire added "Larsen is the second one of them" he pointed to the man wearing a black plain shirt and black jogger pants with matching black shades who looked as if he had died. "That's really weird, he likes it because it's black, and it's been talked about that it's quiet, but it's the devil's behavior" he added because I seem to wince at the color of his clothes because it's all black, are you stupid? "That's Xavier, he's the third one, just be careful, he's a bad boy and it's been rumored that he's always full of guidance in the states. He's always a bully, whether it's a boy or a girl, I bet he'll find a target now." He pointed to the man who looked like anytime. puncher He's wearing a black vest and ripped jeans with black boots and also has tattoos on his shoulder "hey, I'll just pray for that next target" Sapphire whispered, he looks like a bad boy and he looks arrogant as well as it makes the blood boil. "That's Keirson" he pointed to the man wearing a black shirt with a layered leather jacket. He's also wearing ripped jeans and has Peirce in his left ear and lower lip. "That's the f*ck boy, many people have complained about states that she got pregnant and this is it! It is rumored that he raped someone because the girl didn't want to have sex with him, so I agree. Just be careful with him because he will make your life miserable when he cheats on you." "And lastly that's Keiron, keirson's twin brother they're the youngest among their pacts" he pointed to the smiling man who looked like he was wearing a shirt, he was wearing a white printed shirt dark blue jeans with matching white sneakers and specs "He's the kindest among them, that's a smile and I know what's causing his twin to panic, that's what made him so nice, he's happy to talk to me" im just looking at the five man's talking to dean and doesn't even notice that they're already walking. I'm just looking at them suddenly when the guy named Xavier bumped my shoulder causing me to look at him and mouthed "target unlock" and then he smirked that gave shivers to my spine

On the day Aki was diagnosed with terminal cancer, but his husband, Ethan Montifalco, was taking care of his first love's children. In the hospital corridor, His Doctor Keith Santos said grimly while holding a biopsy report, "Aki, the results are out. If the surgery is successful, your survival rate is 15 to 30 percent." Aki held her bag tightly. Her Little face was pale and solemn. "Keith, how long will I live if I don't have surgery?" "Six months to a year. It's different for everyone. In your case, it's better to do two rounds of pre-therapy first before the surgery. It will prevent the risk of spreading or undergoing metastasis." Aki bit his lip while forcing out, "Thank you." "Don't thank me. I'll arrange for you to be admitted to the hospital right away," Keith said. "There's no need. I don't plan to get treatment. I can't take it anymore," Aki said. "me" Keith wanted to say something more, but Aki tipped his head at him. "Keith, please help me keep this a secret. I don't want my family to worry." The Ford family went bankrupt. Aki had to bend over backwards just to cover her father's medical expenses. If his family knew about his illness, they would no doubt be worried about his situation. Keith sighed helplessly and said, "Don't worry. I'll keep my lips sealed. I heard that you're married. Your husband—" "Keith, please take good care of my dad. I have to go now." Aki seemed very reluctant to talk about this and left quickly before he could answer. Keith shook his head. Rumor had it that he had dropped out of university and secretly married. The top genius in medical school had fallen from grace into devastation. Throughout the two years of his father's treatment, he was the only one who took care of everything. Even when he had collapsed from illness and was sent to the hospital by passersby, but his rumored husband had never shown up. Thinking back, Ethan had truly treated him well in the year they had gotten married. Alas, when his first love returned to the country, everything changed.

Bang! Bang! Loud gunshots all around. I look around to find my son and my wife, they are missing, d*mn. "Daddy Zach!" I heard my son scream at their damn father. A long short story, I will explain it, but soon. "D*mn, baby come here to papa Rus!" I called the twins and they immediately came. "Where is your dad?" I'm nervous to ask here. They are crying. "Okay, shhhh papa Rus is here, don't cry baby." "Papa Rus, dada and papa Zach are missing.." cried one of the twins. "Okay, I'll find them okay?" He nodded while wiping away the tears. I really need to find them, especially my Sail. "Stay here and don't ever go out okay?" I kissed them both on the forehead before leaving. I never thought that one of our enemy's men would be able to shoot me, I was shot in the shoulder. I saw Sail on the side, he was sitting with his yellow hands covering his ears, I look at Zach who is fighting Helvet, our enemy. I first shot the gun at the person standing next to me, it hit him right. "Sail! Shhh let's go!" I tried to pull it but he didn't want to leave Zach. "No! Zach, Zach is here I won't leave him!" I sighed and carried him in a bridal style, it was struggling but I was strong, I lowered it to where the twins were hiding. "Please Rus, bring Zach back." I slowly nod even though feeling a heavy feeling inside my chest. He loves Zach. I went to the devil who was shooting a while ago. "Zach! Let's go!" I called here during the shooting, when he saw me he yelled at me angrily. "F*ck you left them?!" He responded angrily to me. "Sail wants me to go back with you so shut up!" I left there to go to Sail but then... Helvet... he was holding the twins while Sail was lying on his chin, Sail is dead... and my son in his tummy... my son.. yes Sail is pregnant with my child.

It's my first time here! Admins will approve, hehe. As soon as I entered the mansion, someone immediately threw an egg at my face. I gasped and wiped my face in disbelief. And later someone rode behind me and bit the other side of my shoulder. "AHH! Oh my! It hurts!" "Good heavens! Marcus and Maria! Let him go!" "No! She's an intruder." The children did not stop me and continued to trouble me. I almost cried. I just got my hair done and rebonded. I thought it must be required that you have a beautiful mother, I didn't know that now I'm haggard. "Enough." Came a cold voice from the top of the stairs. We all looked up at the man together. And I'm not going to lie, he's handsome! Is he the father of the children who will be my children? If it's true, he's literally daddy. yum Char. "She's your mom." "What?" Everyone with me was shocked and so was I. Everyone fell silent and we watched as the tall man walked toward us. And I just caught my breath when he came next to me and suddenly pulled me by the waist towards him. My eyes widened and I didn't know what to do. And the man made me even more nervous when he brought his lips to my ear. "Do your work properly," He said in a deep voice. I swallowed and nodded to myself. That's right. I'm gonna be a mom. I'm a mom. Even though I was nervous, I stood up straight and faced the man. And he looked like he was caught off guard when I suddenly grabbed both of his cheeks and pressed him with a kiss. "I miss you, baby." Wait.. Did I do the right thing? "Merciful heaven!"

"Next, this is Achiena Liv Bautista, 21 years of age. Never been touched. Start on 500,000" the old woman announced today at the bar. I have no choice because my father forced me to do it. I almost cried now in front of me while watching the people who are now staring at my body that looks like I'm naked. "500 thousand" shouted the old man with a cigarette. Jusko, guide me. "600,000" a fat man, next to a yellow woman who is now currently holding the man's leg. "1 million" shouted a thin man. The crowd was silent. "1 million once, 1 million twice, 1 million... "10 million" shouted a man in a dark corner. Like a dark corner, he is as dark as his aura. 10 𝖲33 millions! "10 million once, 10 million twice, 10 million sold to Mr. Hawton" "Goodluck" 𝗒𝗒𝗎𝗒𝗌𝗌 𝖻r𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗄𝗄 "Follow me" the man commanded in a deep voice. "faster!" he added so I hurried to walk. Is it easy to walk, because the legs are big!

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

My stepmother’s bodyguards were seconds away from dragging me back to a life that was essentially a prison cell wrapped in silk. I couldn't even scream for help because the words always died in my throat—a clinical condition called selective mutism that felt like drowning on dry land. I had just discovered the sickening truth: my father was planning to sell me to a sleazy investor named Sterling to cover his company’s bankruptcy. They were going to drug me, ship me off to a private island, and strip away the only thing I had left—my late mother’s multimillion-dollar art trust. When I arrived at the manor, my stepmother Lydia handed me a glass of wine laced with bitter sedatives, her smile sharp as a razor. "Drink up, darling. It’ll make the transition to Mr. Sterling much easier." My stepsister Harper stood in the corner, wearing a dress bought with my mother’s stolen money, mocking my inability to speak. My father didn't even look me in the eye as he calculated my price tag, treating his own daughter like a piece of damaged, mute inventory. They thought because I didn't speak, I didn't hear them laughing about the "accident" that killed my mother or how they planned to burn her final restoration work. They assumed my silence was a sign of surrender, a white flag waved by a broken girl who would never fight back. How could the people who were supposed to be my family treat me like a commodity to be traded? Did they really think my silence meant I was weak, or that I didn't know every dirty secret they were hiding in their ledgers? I didn't drink the wine. Instead, I burst into the VIP suite of Carlisle Pierce, the most cold-blooded billionaire in New York, and slammed a crumpled napkin on his table with a desperate, last-second gambit. "MARRY ME. NOW. $1 MILLION."

She married him out of desperation, becoming the perfect docile wife while he treated her like dirt beneath his shoes. But everything shattered the night she overheard him mocking her with his friends-and discovered the necklace she'd cherished, her only link to the boy who once saved her life, didn't even belong to him. It was all a lie. No longer the doormat he married, she discards her fake identity and reclaims her birthright as the hidden heiress of Salvadore City. Now she's on a mission: find the necklace's true owner among his circle of friends, no matter how many hearts she has to break along the way. But her husband isn't ready to let go. Convinced she's playing games to make him jealous, he's blindsided when divorce papers land in his hands. By the time he realizes the woman he dismissed was never who he thought she was, she's already moved on-living her truth, chasing her destiny, and leaving him choking on regret. Some cages, once opened, can never be closed again.

On our third anniversary, my husband canceled our dinner, claiming a sudden work emergency. I tracked his phone to an exclusive French restaurant, only to find him tenderly fastening a blessed bracelet—one I had flown across the world to get for him—onto his college ex-girlfriend's wrist. The sheer shock triggered a violent placental abruption. Bleeding out in my car just across the street, I frantically called his number. Through the window, I watched him glance at his screen, frown in annoyance, and press decline to focus on his lover. While I was wheeled into a freezing operating room for an emergency C-section utterly alone, he took his mistress back to our marital bed. He didn't even bother to check if I was alive, completely oblivious that our premature daughter was fighting for her life in the NICU. I soon discovered our entire marriage was a sham. He had used my family's wealth to save his company, and now he was trading me to secure a massive business deal with his ex's father. The man I loved didn't exist; he only saw me as a disposable asset. "I'm going to make him wish he had never been born." After secretly securing my baby in a private retreat, I ordered a medical-grade silicone pregnancy belly to hide my flat stomach. I stepped back into our penthouse, ready to burn his precious empire to the ground.

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."

Veronica Demoore was the girl everyone despised. Mocked for her weight, humiliated for her grades, and crushed beneath a brutal home life, she lived every day as the target of ridicule-until the day she couldn't bear it anymore. The world thought Veronica died that night. But when she opens her eyes again. someone else is looking through them. Savanna. A woman once raised in the shadows of a powerful organization. A genius trained to survive, manipulate, and dominate. In her previous life, she had wealth, intelligence, and strength. In this one, she has none of those things-only Veronica's broken body and shattered reputation. But weakness is temporary. Bullies who once laughed at Veronica soon discover the girl they tormented is no longer the same. Her mind is sharper. Her gaze is colder. And the quiet girl they used to push around now carries a dangerous confidence. As Savanna begins transforming Veronica's life piece by piece-losing weight, exposing enemies, and rising to the top of the school-the truth behind her rebirth slowly unfolds. Because Savanna didn't die by accident. And the people who killed her are still out there. This time, she won't be their victim. This time- she's coming for everything.

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer-until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken... and now belongs to her sister. A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor. To survive it, Savannah brings a date-her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who's always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy. Until fake kisses start to feel real. Now Savannah's torn between keeping up the act... or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.

On our third anniversary, I stood outside a luxury restaurant, holding a limited-edition watch for my husband, Liam. Through the window, I saw him intimately wiping cream from the lips of his first love, Clara. Just as I realized the diamond bracelet on her wrist was the one he lied about, a violent cramp ripped through my eight-month pregnant belly, and blood soaked my dress. "Liam... I'm bleeding," I gasped into the phone in agony. "I'm not falling for these games," he coldly replied, hanging up as Clara laughed in the background. I almost died on the operating table during an emergency C-section, spending my first night as a mother completely alone. While my premature daughter fought for her life in the NICU, Liam was busy sleeping with Clara, eventually bringing her to my home to wear my bathrobe and drink from my glass. When my best friend confronted him, he confidently claimed I was just throwing a tantrum on a Caribbean vacation. He couldn't even recognize me when we crossed paths right in the hospital hallway. The man I loved was dead to me. He later called, demanding I come home to play the perfect pregnant wife for an important family dinner. I didn't cry, and I didn't ask for a simple divorce. Instead, I strapped on a hyper-realistic silicone pregnant belly and smiled. If they wanted the devoted, pregnant Sterling wife, I would give them the performance of a lifetime before burning their world to the ground.