Alpha Gave My Necklace to Childhood Sweetheart, I Left
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Wendy, Princess of the Bloodmoon Tribe, discovers her fated mate Cole is holding a bonding ceremony for his childhood sweetheart, Kate. Claiming Kate is gravely ill, Cole begs Wendy for understanding and demands her Moonstone Necklace.
Wendy grants Cole three chances — each betrayal will strip away one of his privileges. Kate fakes her illness to frame Wendy, yet Cole chooses to side with Kate. Wendy withdraws all her resources, the Alliance revokes Cole’s privileges, and she exposes that Kate was never sick. By then, it is far too late for Cole to repent.
Audrey Finch once gave her heart to Lucas Montero, unaware of his true identity. His staged death and Cassandra Thorne's persecution cost Audrey her parents, her education, and her freedom. Now suffering from terminal stomach cancer, she endures life as Lucas' mistress to pay for her younger sister Ruby's treatment. At an alumni dinner, footage of her mother's assault is publicly screened. Lucas forces Audrey to take the blame by threatening Ruby and her parents' graves, then orders his guards to make her drink. That night, Cassandra destroys the Finches' graves and reveals that Ruby is dead. Audrey finally fights back. Lucas sends her to an underground boxing ring, where she loses consciousness from her injuries as New Year's fireworks accompany a hopeful message recorded by her 18-year-old self. Believing Audrey is staging another protest, Lucas casually orders her cremation if she dies. Confronted with medical records, a death certificate, and an urn, he breaks down, investigates the past, punishes Cassandra, and publicly declares Audrey his wife. In fact, Audrey has been secretly rescued by European mafia leader Cyrus Wolff and taken to Switzerland for treatment, where her cancer is brought under control. She wakes with amnesia, and Cyrus claims to be her fiance. Years earlier, Audrey saved his life while he was on the run. Although tempted to keep her dependent on him, he ultimately respects her wish to recover her memories and seek justice herself. His younger sister, Daisy, stirs Audrey's memories of Ruby, and a news video of Lucas brings her past flooding back. Audrey returns to Chicago, stabs Lucas at her family's graves, and rejects his apologies and offer of marriage. When he confines her to his estate, she gathers evidence and works with Cyrus to bring the police to his door. Released on bail, Lucas takes his own life at her parents' graves, leaving Audrey his remaining fortune and a farewell video. She chooses to return to Europe and resume her interrup
The day I learned I was pregnant, I walked out of a private clinic holding the test results, ready to tell my husband that we were finally going to have a
child. I never got the chance to make the call. A sports car driven by Damian's foster sister, Serena, struck me outside the clinic. When Damian arrived,
he rushed past the paramedics and lifted Serena into his arms, even though she had suffered only minor injuries. He never recognized his wife being
loaded into the ambulance. After surgery, he called to tell me that Serena had been in an accident and needed him beside her. "I am sorry, but I have to
cancel our anniversary dinner." I did not tell him that I was the other person involved in the crash. I did not tell him that the child we had wanted for five
years was gone. He gave me the title of Donna while reserving his forbidden devotion for her. Since he could not bear to lose either of us, I would make
the choice for him. In seven days, I would leave New York and return to my parents in Sicily. Damian would receive the two gifts I left behind. The first
would be a divorce that restored his freedom. The second would be the wedding he and Serena had always wanted. This time, I would not ask why he
betrayed me. I would quietly give them my blessing, and then I would disappear forever.
My social psychology professor gave us a simple assignment: text the words I love you to the family member we were closest to, then record their first reaction. My parents had died seven years earlier in an ambush meant for the DeLuca family. With no one else to text, I sent the message to Roman DeLuca -the youngest Don in New York's underworld and the man the court had once appointed as my temporary guardian. The typing bubble appeared and disappeared all night. At two in the morning, his answer finally came. [Mara, don't confuse dependence with love. Whatever exists between us can never cross that line.] The next day, he stripped away every privilege he had ever given me, disconnected our private line, and ordered his underboss, Luca, to stop reporting anything about me. When I went to DeLuca Tower in Lower Manhattan, security blocked me at the revolving doors. "The Don's exact words were that we could let a rival family walk in tonight, but not you." After that, whenever Roman saw me at a party or in a hallway, he left first. He kept it up for six months. Then a doctor told me an aggressive, high-grade glioma was growing inside my brain. It was pressing into the part that held language and memory, and the time I had left might be just long enough for one goodbye.
"I was born with Siren blood. I can hear the dead and see their souls.
After becoming a forensic doctor, I discovered the truth behind a woman’s death—the victim wasn’t suicidal. She was murdered.
Everyone mocked my ability. Even my boyfriend and the chief forensic doctor refused to believe me.
But the dead never lie.
As I uncover the truth, I discover the chief forensic doctor is hiding a shocking secret.
I am the only one who can speak for the dead."
On the fifth day after I get born into this world, my biological mother chooses to abandon me. But I'm not sure what she's thinking when she's picking out the location, for she actually abandons me at the entrance of the Bianco family. When the beautiful women of the family notice me, they are quick to frown. "Why don't we take him in?" Since then, I have 109 sisters in my family. At home, I'm the bratty ruler among my sisters. In order not to cause them any trouble, I've been leading a normal life for more than a dozen years. That is, until I've encountered bullying in high school. Giovanni Rossi, a rich student, has me cornered in the washroom with his lackeys flanking him. Not only do they dump cold water on me and tear my clothes off me, but they also use their phones to take pictures of my face. "What are you glaring at, huh? You're just a low-income student, so why are you still putting on airs around us? As if a piece of trash like you can ever get into college!" But since the beating I've received is far too brutal, so I holler at the top of my lungs as I yank Giovanni and jump off the third floor with him. When I wake up, Marcella Greco, the school's nurse, berates me angrily. "All Giovanni did is beat you up, and yet you're already planning to kill him, huh? Shouldn't you be reflecting on yourself when others scold and lay a finger on you? How dare you plot revenge against him instead! "I want you to summon your guardian here right away! If you can't do that by today, you can forget about leaving!" All of my hair stands on end as soon as I hear the command. Weakly, I ask, "Are you sure you want to meet my guardians, Ms. Greco?"
Reborn after a brutal death, Chief Medical Examiner Stella turns the tables on Nora, a fake “ghost whisperer” who steals her autopsy findings. With mysterious investigator Scott at her side, Stella sets a public trap, exposes the fraud, and brings down the organization behind her.
I married Eleanor Vance on the very same day her true love was getting married next door. Just as we were about to exchange rings, the man himself stormed into our ceremony. Red-eyed and shaking, he announced that the only woman he'd ever loved was Eleanor and that he couldn't go through with marrying the fiancee waiting for him, the one battling a terminal illness. Eleanor didn't even look at me. She pulled her hand from mine and ran after him. I was left standing there, humiliated, while my mother was so angry she ended up in the hospital. Later, the abandoned bride and I caught each other's eyes for a moment. I asked quietly, "Do you want to switch grooms?" Three years passed before Eleanor came back. She was crying, saying she regretted everything. But I scooped up both kids from the backseat, one in each arm. I stepped aside and said, "Excuse me. I'm in a hurry to pick up my wife from work."
"Luke gave up his photography career for his wife Audrey and worked as a stay-at-home husband for five years. He even got a vasectomy for her. Yet Audrey treated him coldly and carelessly, while bending every rule for her male coworker Ryan. When Luke’s father was critically ill, she refused to perform the surgery, and his father died during transfer to another hospital. But one phone call from Ryan was enough for her to drive three hundred miles to operate on Ryan’s aunt. On their wedding anniversary, Audrey forgot the date and rushed out late at night after receiving a call from Ryan.
Luke’s heart died completely. He placed the divorce papers among other documents for her to sign. Thinking they were paperwork for their new house, Audrey signed them without reading a word.
Luke went in for a vasectomy reversal. Ryan was assigned as the nurse in the operating room. After the surgery, Luke suffered severe bleeding. When Audrey arrived, she still defended Ryan. After leaving the hospital, Luke sold all the watches Audrey had given him. He left three signed documents on the nightstand and left alone. When Audrey came home and found him gone, she realized she had signed the divorce papers herself.
Ryan was exposed for academic misconduct and medical negligence, and Audrey lost her job in the fallout. She tracked Luke down along Silver Peak Highway and begged him to reconcile, but Luke turned her down. Later, Luke met Melanie and picked up his camera again. They married and had a daughter. Five years later, he became an internationally famous photographer. Audrey lived alone, only able to get basic care at a community clinic, and could never hold a surgical scalpel again."
I was an emergency physician. After finishing a night shift, I had just walked out of the hospital entrance when a colleague from the hospital called me. "Dr. Doherty, hurry back. A critically injured patient was just brought in. The chief wants you to return immediately and help with the resuscitation." I turned around without thinking. But then a stream of floating comments suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. [Do not enter the operating room! Do not take part in this resuscitation!] [The patient is already dead. If you go in, you will be taking the fall for the hospital director's daughter!] [This patient's family is powerful. You will not only be sentenced to death, your parents will also be forced to jump to their deaths as well!] My steps stopped cold. A few seconds later, my heart tightened. I decided to believe the comments. I would gamble on it. My eyes swept quickly across the ground. I immediately locked onto an uncovered deep shaft on the road. I gritted my teeth, shut my eyes, and threw myself straight into the opening.
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