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Clara Leclair, fille du Général, a épousé Jérôme Martel, un membre de la tribu Naton. Leur mariage a été célébré sans acte officiel ni bénédiction de leurs familles. Après la cérémonie, Jérôme est retourné au camp militaire, ne communiquant avec Clara que par lettres. Pendant sept ans, le couple est resté séparé. Sur l'insistance de leur fils Théo qui voulait voir son père, Clara s'est rendue au camp militaire. Elle y a découvert que Jérôme s'était remarié. Considérée comme une maîtresse, Clara et Théo ont été violemment agressés. En invoquant le nom de son père, Clara a attiré l'attention du Colonel Lefevre. Transporté à l'hôpital, Théo était mort sur la table d'opération, victime des manœuvres de la nouvelle épouse de Jérôme, Isabelle. Les parents de Clara sont intervenus, et Jérôme avec Isabelle ont été emprisonnés. Mais Jérôme s'est échappé, a provoqué la fausse couche d'Isabelle et, dans un dernier acte de cruauté, a assassiné la mère d'Isabelle.

Meus pais já me mimaram como uma princesa, compraram uma casa grande pra mim, enfrentaram chuva pra comprar bolo, e encheram álbuns com os meus sorrisos antes dos cinco anos. Depois que a irmã nasceu, eu só baixei o ar-condicionado em um grau pra aliviar a febre dela... e minha mãe me deu um tapa e me trancou na geladeira: "Só sai quando aprender”. Eles esqueceram que a porta tinha uma trava reforçada. Com cinco anos, eu não conseguia abrir, e também não conseguia escapar do abandono deles. A mãe da Tatiane e a administração do condomínio arrombaram a porta e me salvaram. Meus pais acharam que eu tinha morrido. Quando me viram de volta, desabaram em lágrimas e pediram perdão. Eu só balancei a cabeça. O frio da minha infância já tinha virado um muro.

The day my parents brought home an AI daughter, I lost my place in the family. Maddison Matthews was flawless. Gentle, intelligent, and obedient, she was the perfect daughter. Overnight, I became the problem child. Dad stopped hiding his disappointment. Mom compared me to Maddison in everything I did. Even my brother, Bailey, treated me like an embarrassment. "What else do you know how to do besides throwing tantrums and fighting for attention?" The day I finally snapped and shoved Maddison, Mom slapped me so hard my ears rang. "If you were even half as mature as Maddie, I wouldn’t be so exhausted every single day! Go to the Intelligent Excellence Academy and learn properly how to be an obedient daughter!" Then she sent me away. I was forced into a three-year exchange program at the Intelligent Excellence Academy, a place designed to train human children alongside advanced AI models. Three years later, my family finally came to bring me home. They called my name again and again, but I never answered. The director smiled calmly beside them. "Mrs. Matthews," he said softly, "you’ll need to say ‘Power On’. Unit 1314 no longer responds to human names."

My younger sister, Sophie Sawyer, got pregnant before marriage, gave birth to a baby boy in a small clinic, and then disappeared. The doctor used the address she left behind to find my family and handed the child to me. My parents knelt and begged me to raise him, and that was how I, an unmarried young woman, struggled through life with a child on my hip. When I finally managed to raise him, Sophie came back, standing beside a big-shot boss dripping in gold. She held her son and cried, accusing me of being jealous of her, stealing her child, and tearing them apart. My nephew cut ties with me without hesitation, choosing her over me. My parents kicked me out of the house. The neighbors all condemned me. In despair, I jumped to my death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Sophie gave birth.

Skyler Reid spends three years being the kind of husband most people only read about. He cooks, he tends the house, he keeps the light on when his wife Ruby works late, he asks for nothing in return. She is a celebrated lawyer with a demanding career and he builds his entire life around making sure she never has to worry about coming home. It works, until it doesn't. When Ruby's first love Brandon Lowe resurfaces with a divorce case that needs handling,everything shifts. She pours herself into his affairs without question, and when Brandon frames Skyler with a flimsy accusation, she doesn't pause to ask for his side. She just turns on him. Skyler looks at the woman he has quietly loved and served for three years and realizes she has never once looked back at him the same way. He stops fighting for something that was never quite his and lets go. Only then, when the warmth is gone and the light is finally off, does Ruby understand what she had in her hands and chose not to hold.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

Me estaba muriendo lentamente por culpa del Silverthorn Wolfsbane, y solo existía una cura: el Elixir Milagroso. Pero mi compañero, Leo Ashford, lo compró y se lo dio a mi hermana adoptiva, Jane Smith. Lo hizo porque pensaba que yo estaba fingiendo mi enfermedad. Renuncié al tratamiento y, en su lugar, me tragué un analgésico muy potente. Me mataría en tres días, haciendo que mis órganos dejaran de funcionar. Durante esos tres días, lo entregué todo. Le cedí a Jane el negocio de fabricación de pieles que había levantado desde cero, y mis padres me elogiaron por preocuparme por mi hermana. Propuse romper nuestro vínculo de compañeros, y Leo me elogió por fin haber entrado en razón. Cuando le dije a mi hijo que podía llamar “mami” a Jane, él respondió feliz que su nueva mami era la mejor. Transferí todos mis ahorros a Jane, y nadie pareció notar nada fuera de lo normal. Simplemente estaban contentos con mi “mejor comportamiento”. “Viola por fin no es tan mala”. Me pregunté: ¿se arrepentirían cuando yo ya no estuviera?

El día que mis padres llevaron a casa a una hija IA, perdí mi lugar en la familia. Mariana Mendoza era impecable: dulce, inteligente y obediente; era la hija perfecta. De la noche a la mañana, yo me convertí en la hija problemática. Papá dejó de ocultar su decepción. Mamá me comparaba con Mariana en todo lo que hacía. Incluso mi hermano, Bruno, me trataba como una vergüenza. ¿Qué más sabes hacer además de hacer berrinches y pelear por atención?”. El día que por fin exploté y empujé a Mariana, mamá me dio una bofetada tan fuerte que me zumbaron los oídos. “Si fueras aunque sea la mitad de madura que Mari, no estaría tan agotada todos los días. Ve a la Academia de Excelencia Inteligente y aprende bien a ser una hija obediente”. Entonces me mandó lejos. Me obligaron a entrar en un programa de intercambio de tres años en la Academia de Excelencia Inteligente, un lugar diseñado para entrenar a niños humanos junto a modelos avanzados de IA. Tres años después, mi familia finalmente vino a llevarme a casa. Repitieron mi nombre una y otra vez, pero yo nunca respondí. El director sonrió con calma a su lado. “Sra. Mendoza”, dijo en voz baja, “tendrá que decir ‘Activar’. La Unidad 1314 ya no responde a nombres humanos”.

I found out I was pregnant at the same time as my mafia husband’s childhood sweetheart Rosa. To protect her baby from being aborted by her parents, my husband claimed her baby as his own. As for mine? He coxed me, saying he will claim only after her baby was born. I confronted him, demanding to know why he would do this to me. His response was cold and unwavering: “Claiming her baby as mine was the only way to protect them both. I won’t let anything happen to her or the child.” In that moment, as I looked at the man I had loved for ten years, I realized my love for him had died. Not long after, my family condemned me, calling me a slut for having a child without a father and pressured me into getting an abortion. Meanwhile, my husband was in another city, with his sweetheart, helping her through her pregnancy. By the time he returned, I was already gone.

I died just before my husband Drake's wedding to his mate. Ten days before my death, Drake's former mate returned. Drake abandoned me to spend the night with his mate even though I was attacked by rogues and was severely injured. He came back directly the next day, not to see me but to give me the news. “I want to sever the mate bond with you.” “I’ve been poisoned by wolfsbane.” “You’re lying again. Regardless, I must reject you today.” He didn’t know that his rejection would hasten my death. I thought that after this stumbling block—me—was gone, he could finally live happily with his mate. But to my surprise, he abandoned his bride at the wedding and ran to my gravestone, weeping. “Lyra, you are my wife. I forbid you to die!”

After the great war between humans, vampires, werewolves, and elves, an agreement was made that hybrid offspring would rule the world. Every century, alliances through marriage between humans and those three clans would decide the next ruler. Whoever bore the first hybrid child would claim power for their line. In my previous life, I chose to marry Jax, the eldest son of the werewolf pack, known for his fierce loyalty. I gave birth to our hybrid son, a white-furred pup we named Zeal. Our child became the next world ruler, and Jax gained immense power. My sister had lusted after the elves' beauty and married into their clan. But the elf prince slept with every female in the forest. In the end, my sister caught a disease that left her barren. Jealous and bitter, she set a fire that burned me and my young pup alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the racial alliances. My sister had already slept with Jax first. I knew she had been reborn too. But she didn't know that Jax was brutally savage with his mates, having torn countless she-wolves apart in his bed during his ruts.

Als Emily Harper von ihrer Familie an den Meistbietenden verkauft wird, flieht sie und hat einen One-Night-Stand mit dem Milliardär Charles Sinclair. Sie bringt Drillinge zur Welt, verliert aber eines an ihre böse Stiefschwester Vivian, die behauptet, ihr ältestes Kind sei tot geboren. Als Emily mit ihren verbleibenden Zwillingen flieht, hätte sie nicht erwartet, dass ihre Zwillinge Superhelden werden – einer ist ein Supergenie und der andere ein Starfighter mit Superkräften! Jahre später kehren Emily und ihre Zwillinge in die Stadt zurück und erfahren, dass Vivian mit Charles verlobt ist und seinen Sohn großzieht. Aber dieser Junge mit seinem übermenschlichen sechsten Sinn spürt, dass Emily seine wahre Mutter ist! Werden Emily und Charles wieder zueinander finden, während die drei Kinder mit Superkräften ihre Eltern zusammenbringen und helfen, ihre bösen Familien zu besiegen?

Je suis morte le jour où je devais recevoir la Médaille d'honneur de la meute. Trois heures après ma mort, mes parents, mon frère et mon compagnon terminaient tranquillement la fête qu'ils avaient organisée pour la remise de diplôme de ma sœur. Pendant qu'Ella publiait une photo de famille toute mimi sur Instagram, j'étais enfermée dans notre cave, essayant de faire glisser l'écran de mon téléphone avec ma langue pour appeler au secours. La seule personne qui a décroché, c'était mon compagnon, Ryan. Tout ce qu'il a trouvé à me dire : ""Sophie, arrête ton cirque. La fête d'Ella est importante. J'en ai marre de tes caprices."" C'était la quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième fois qu'ils me laissaient tomber. Et ce serait la dernière. J'étais allongée dans une mare de mon propre sang, les poumons vides. Ils croyaient que je faisais juste ma crise, que je me planquais quelque part. Que s'ils me donnaient une bonne leçon, je reviendrais\Nramper à leurs pieds. Mais ils se trompaient. J'étais à la maison depuis le début. J'étais déjà morte.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he had me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

El día que mis padres llevaron a casa a una hija IA, perdí mi lugar en la familia. Mariana Mendoza era impecable: dulce, inteligente y obediente; era la hija perfecta. De la noche a la mañana, yo me convertí en la hija problemática. Papá dejó de ocultar su decepción. Mamá me comparaba con Mariana en todo lo que hacía. Incluso mi hermano, Bruno, me trataba como una vergüenza. “¿Qué más sabes hacer además de hacer berrinches y pelear por atención?”. El día que por fin exploté y empujé a Mariana, mamá me dio una bofetada tan fuerte que me zumbaron los oídos. “Si fueras aunque sea la mitad de madura que Mari, no estaría tan agotada todos los días. Ve a la Academia de Excelencia Inteligente y aprende bien a ser una hija obediente”. Entonces me mandó lejos. Me obligaron a entrar en un programa de intercambio de tres años en la Academia de Excelencia Inteligente, un lugar diseñado para entrenar a niños humanos junto a modelos avanzados de IA. Tres años después, mi familia finalmente vino a llevarme a casa. Repitieron mi nombre una y otra vez, pero yo nunca respondí. El director sonrió con calma a su lado. “Sra. Mendoza”, dijo en voz baja, “tendrá que decir ‘Activar’. La Unidad 1314 ya no responde a nombres humanos”.

Je suis morte le jour où je devais recevoir la Médaille d'honneur de la meute. Trois heures après ma mort, mes parents, mon frère et mon compagnon terminaient tranquillement la fête qu'ils avaient organisée pour la remise de diplôme de ma sœur. Pendant qu'Ella publiait une photo de famille toute mimi sur Instagram, j'étais enfermée dans notre cave, essayant de faire glisser l'écran de mon téléphone avec ma langue pour appeler au secours. La seule personne qui a décroché, c'était mon compagnon, Ryan. Tout ce qu'il a trouvé à me dire : ""Sophie, arrête ton cirque. La fête d'Ella est importante. J'en ai marre de tes caprices."" C'était la quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième fois qu'ils me laissaient tomber. Et ce serait la dernière. J'étais allongée dans une mare de mon propre sang, les poumons vides. Ils croyaient que je faisais juste ma crise, que je me planquais quelque part. Que s'ils me donnaient une bonne leçon, je reviendrais\Nramper à leurs pieds. Mais ils se trompaient. J'étais à la maison depuis le début. J'étais déjà morte.