The Night We Began

Samantha Lee and David Collins come from families that hate each other because of business rivalries. They’ve been raised to avoid and despise one another, but one unexpected night changes everything. Samantha’s cousins, who don’t know what David looks like, unknowingly end up hanging out with him and his siblings at a bar. Despite trying to stop them, Samantha gets caught up in the fun. The next morning, she wakes up in David’s apartment with no memory of how she got there—and a terrible feeling that something happened between them. Determined to move on, Samantha avoids David whenever she sees him. But at one event, she feels dizzy and ends up in the hospital, where she discovers she’s pregnant. David overhears the news and wants to step up, but Samantha’s family quickly sends her abroad to keep the secret and protect their reputation. For five years, Samantha raises her child alone, far from David and their feuding families. But when her grandfather dies, she has to return home, terrified of running into David again. Now, Samantha must face her past, and the future of their child. Can they overcome their families’ hatred, or will the past keep them apart forever?

Kora Rivera is the daughter of Gabriel Rivera King Alpha of America. She just turned 18 years old and her father decide to hold a ball for all the other Kings with their family of the other countries. Her father is hoping that not only will she find her mate but also her older brother Seth and twin sister Bianca. There’s always been a mystery to her family and mostly about her mother. How her mother was given to the Alpha of Black pine pack by the Moon goddess herself. Who is her mother to the moon goddess? Simion Dumitrescu is the King Alpha of Romania and is still looking for his true mate with no luck. He became the king after challenging his father for the right since he felt his father was unfit to rule. His mother fell ill not long after the fact his father was banish from their kingdom. He receives an invite to the ball being held in America but isn’t sure if he will attend it or not. Will things change if he decides to go?

I once toyed with a college boy. When he fell in love with me, I ended things. Years later, after he made something of himself, he married me in front of everyone who thought I was lucky to have him. My family had fallen from grace, and to the outside world, I had won the jackpot. What they never saw was what happened behind closed doors. Every night, he brought a different woman home. I never cried. I never made a scene. That only seemed to enrage him more. So he went further. He got his first love, Natalie, pregnant on purpose. When I still stayed calm, he pinned me against the wall and demanded, "Stella, do you even love me?" Later, Natalie and I went into labor on the same night. I dropped to my knees and finally admitted I loved him, begging him to take me to the hospital. He held me tight, almost giddy with satisfaction. "I knew it," he said. "You liar." Then he shoved me aside, picked Natalie up, and walked away without looking back. "I'll take you to the hospital later. The pain of childbirth can be your punishment."

I gave Julian Marchetti thirty years of my life after the war ended. I built his empire, raised his children, and held the family together behind the scenes. But when he died, his will didn’t even mention my name. Half his fortune went to our children. The other half went to Lydia Carter, the daughter of the man who’d saved his life in Normandy. The same Lydia who’d stolen my identity.The same Lydia who’d built her entire life on the ruins of mine. All he left me was a single note, scrawled in his familiar handwriting. I loved you. We had thirty good years. But I owe Lydia. This is the least I can do. I dropped dead of a heart attack right there in his study, clutching that pathetic piece of paper. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn in 1945, when the war had just ended This time I will not swallow my anger and suffer in silence; I will fight back. And I will take back every single thing that is rightfully mine.

In the first year of the COVID-19 pandemic, Helen wakes up one morning with an atomized heart. A week later, she throws herself off a cliff. What caused her heart to self-destruct? Her on-and-off relationship with the odd Tom? The circumstances of a global crisis? Or the alleged accident that killed her neighbour Paul a few days ago?

The day my husband, Caleb Vale, buries his first love, Layla Shaw, he stands in front of me and throws our wedding ring into the sea. For the next 12 years, the breakfasts I bring him go straight into the trash, and the scarf I stay up all night knitting is tossed into the fire and burned to ash. The cruelest moment is when he looks me in the eye and says, "Aurora, if you really want to please me, you might as well go die." But when a mugger comes at me with a knife, Caleb still steps in front of me without a second's hesitation. As he lies dying in my arms, he uses the very last of his strength to force out a few broken words. "Go... I hope I never see you again in my next life." At the funeral, Helena Rogers sobs until she faints. "This is all my fault. I never should've arranged your marriage..." Everyone around us pities him and resents me. They whisper that I'm a jinx and wonder why I'm not the one who died. And honestly, I wonder the same thing. Why not me? After Caleb is lowered into the ground, I climb to the top floor of the building and jump. As I hover on the edge of death, a cold, mechanical voice echoes in my mind. "Binding complete. Wish detected. The system will now send you back 12 years."