My Husband Wanted My Kidney
Nelson Smith has been struggling for survival due to kidney failure. Without a transplant, he has less than four months to live.
No one in his family matched after tests were done. Not even his siblings, parents or cousins, except for one person, Janice Capuno, his wife.
Janice used to be the darling of a wealthy Dynasty, until she hid her identity and married the man she loves, Nelson Smith, against her parent's wishes.
Instead of getting love, she was treated like a servant by her mother-in-law, mocked as a gold-digger by her sister in-law, but for her husband, his love towards her remained unshakable. He'd never ceased defending and protecting her from his family, that's why when the doctors confirmed her to be a match, she didn't hesitate to get herself cut open to save Nelson's life.
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There was barely thirty minutes to the surgery, and Janice was already in her hospital gown, waiting to get cut and her kidney given out to save her husband's life, when the reality of everything she had believed in came changing in her eyes.
"Babe....my phone...switch it off...battery." Nelson pointed to his bag weakly before the sedative took full action on him. Just before she'll put the phone off, a WhatsApp notification suddenly popped up. It was from Tricia, his University ex-girlfriend.
"Baby, has the fool gone into the theatre yet? I can't wait for this to be over. Once you get the kidney, we're done with her." The message read.
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Chapter 6
The truth!
Janice blinked as the word sank deeper.
She knew that Lucas offered that option on purpose. She decided to steal a glance at him to see his expression. But he seemed firm in his opinion.
She parted her lips as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say a word.
Her father's diary has been something she never wished to revisit till her last breath.
"Don't you have an alternative option?" she asked with a soft voice.
Lucas widened his eyes and curled his lips in a smirk.
"Is anything wrong with my opinion?" he asked in return.
"Once you're willing to talk about that incident that you and your evil father thought would've been buried long ago, then we can discuss business further." He declared and attempted to stand up as if he wanted to leave.
"Alright. That's fine, Lucas." Janice responded with a sharp blink.
"Now, what truth do you want?" The words flew out of her mouth before she could retract them, her eyes blinking continuously to avoid his gaze.
"The truth about the murder case. The truth is that you willingly concealed and allowed me to be locked behind bars, and not only that, I almost got killed, if not..." He paused and took a deep breath, his deadly eyes swollen with anger as he pressed his lips together.
"You know what? I just need justice, Janice. And to get that, you must come out of your shell and speak the truth, not minding whoever might be affected. And if you don't do that, I'll be forced to address the issue in my own way."
He threatened, his voice firm and indifferent.
His voice was getting louder and beginning to draw attention to their table when Janice forced a faint smile to dismiss the assumption of the people who might be perceiving them as having a misunderstanding; yet, her body began to quiver in fear.
She clenched her fork tighter, feeling a mix of fear and regret.
"I know how hurt you are, Lucas, and I'm really sorry for that." She said, her tone calm and apologetic.
"Lucas, you need to know that I did my best to clear your name. I had all the evidence to prove to my father that you were never involved in the fraud case, let alone killing his assistant." She paused and lowered her head to force back the tears that were threatening to fall as past memories flooded her head.
"I don't need those tears of regret, Janice. Are you in or not?" Lucas snapped.
"I don't know how Frank overheard our conversation that night, Lucas. Before I knew it, he was quick to find ways to destroy every piece of evidence I ever had. He even went as far as fabricating more evidence against you to make it look real that you killed the assistant. And you know already that once my stepmother is involved in anything, my father would never want to doubt Frank.
"I know you deserve justice, Lucas. And if you still insist on me testifying against my family, then so be it. I'll make sure you get the justice you deserve." She assured, her voice breaking down in tears.
His expression that was once calm changed instantly with a deep breath as he frowned.
"Emotional blackmail won't work on me, Janice." He dismissed, his face tightened with disgust.
***
Six years ago, at Capuno's Oil and Gas enterprise, there was a crime report of huge embezzlement, which almost cost the company to shut down.
When the CEO's assistant started investigations and began to find evidence linking to Frank Capuno, the company's financial assistant as well as the CEO's only son, he planned to unfold the truth to the CEO, Mr. Williams Capuno, before he got attacked and killed by a group of hoodlums on his journey home after the day's work.
Somehow, Janice was driving behind him when she saw the attackers enter a familiar car and zoom off.
It was Frank's car.
As soon as she saw this, she picked up her phone, her hands trembling as she placed a call to Frank.
She claimed her car was damaged and needed his help to drive her home.
"I'm sorry, Janice. Maybe you'll need to get a cab to take you home for now. I'm out of town for an emergency meeting to discuss a business deal," Frank replied, his voice laced with confusion while he ended the call abruptly without giving her a chance to press further.
Janice frowned.
When did he leave town?
Wasn't he complaining of mild weakness and having to leave the office earlier than usual to see the doctor?
Different thoughts spiraled over her mind.
When the news of the assistant's death reached the company in the morning, all hands began pointing at Lucas Montenegro, the company's head of audit, who was involved in a little misunderstanding with the assistant shortly before the embezzlement discovery by the external audit bodies.
Somehow, Frank found means of fabricating some evidence to prove Lucas
guilty.
Knowing how merciless and deadly her father could be in dealing with anyone who was involved in crime, Janice, in her unsettled mind, decided to dig deep into the investigation and got CCTV footage from the nearby company, the Greenfield management, which was able to capture the crime scene from afar.
From all investigations, the car was proven to be Frank's. Aside from that, Janice and Lucas had parted ways not long before the murder scene took place.The moment Frank learned about her discovery, he immediately paid tech gurus to hack into her devices and deleted every piece of evidence linked to him, while he also made his way to Greenfield management to take down the footage after bribing them with some cash.
Lucas was innocent, yet he has no evidence to counter the charges against him.
He was locked behind bars for years and subjected to hard labor until one of the prison staff helped secure his escape when he saw how he almost got killed by other violent inmates in the prison.
However, reports showed that he might have possibly died during the fire outbreak that took place at the prison.
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"It's been six whole years, Mr. Lucas. How did you still expect me to get back the evidence that has been destroyed?" Janice pursed her lips in a worried manner.
"That shouldn't be your problem. But will you be ready to stand for the truth when the evidence is provided?" Lucas snapped.
Before Janice could say a word, a great wave of nausea washed over her, causing her to rush to the bathroom before she'll puked in public.
She almost got herself messed up before she could turn the bathroom doorknob. She couldn't hold back the retch anymore and had to throw up on the floor.
'Maybe this is the perfect time,' she thought, and without hesitation, she pulled out the test strip from her purse to confirm her suspicions.
As she pulled it out of her thighs, the small white stick felt heavier than a stone in her trembling hands. She placed the test strip on the edge of the sink and immediately stepped back, squeezing her eyes shut as if it could change what her eyes had sighted earlier.
Then, she opened her eyes slowly, her throat tightened as her gaze fell on the two lines.
"Please...don't let this be real." The words slowly escaped her trembling lips as if she were gasping for air, but nothing changed.
It was the reality of life that has come to stay–her whole life is messed up.
Her breath ceased and her feet got rooted at the spot. Before she could process the whole thing, the bathroom door suddenly flung open.
She had forgot to lock it after she entered.
"Who the..." she wanted to scream but stopped midway when her eyes met the woman standing at the door.
The woman wore a smug smile, her eyes scanning Janice's confused expression and the messy floor.
"T...Tricia?" Janice stuttered, her eyes widened in shock as she quickly tried to hide the test strip.
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9.7
For three years, I hid my identity as the sole heiress of a multi-billion dollar tech empire to live in a cramped apartment and support my boyfriend, Ben.
But the day before our engagement, I stood outside a meeting room and overheard him talking to his wealthy boss, Haylie.
"She's just a stepping stone," Ben laughed, his voice full of contempt. "A poor, ambitionless distraction while I work my way up to where I really belong."
He mocked the cheap silver ring he gave me, calling it a necessary prop to keep a naive fool happy.
He bragged about the multi-million dollar merger proposal he was presenting, planning to use it to secure his promotion and build a future with her.
He had no idea that I had secretly negotiated that entire deal using my real connections just to give him his big break.
I had sacrificed my family's comfort, my true identity, and my own career just to watch him rise.
I poured my heart and soul into our humble beginnings, only to realize he saw my love as a pathetic joke and me as disposable trash.
I calmly picked up a pen and voided the merger agreement, tearing my hard work into tiny pieces.
I went home, slid the cheap ring off my finger, and dropped it into his mug of cold coffee.
"Soon, you'll find out exactly who is nothing."
Walking out the door, I pulled out my phone and texted my billionaire father.
"I'm in. Announce the merger."
8.3
EDEN
8.3
Elianila, an AI Architect, is part of an elite team tasked with designing a global system meant to prevent threats, manage disasters, and distribute resources to vulnerable regions. After five years of tireless work with her colleagues, she uncovers disturbing anomalies, code-named, X-variables, that flag individuals according to criteria she never programmed.
As Elianila digs deeper to understand what the X-variables measure and where their origin, she finds herself in direct conflict with the authorities. Soon, the System marks her and her daughter as threats - targets to be eliminated.
With a small band of colleagues and dissidents, Elianila goes on the run, hiding in places beyond the Systems reach. As they evade surveillance, they race against time to warn others, expose the truth, and fight back against the omnipresent authority of the System.
9.0
Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over.
Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned.
Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract.
Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth.
In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?
9.5
"You shouldn't be here, Fiona," his deep voice rasped against her ear, his hand still pressed against the wall behind her.
"Then tell me to leave," she whispered, her lips trembling inches from his. He didn't move. He didn't breathe. And in that moment, she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Fiona Harry has lived her whole life in a golden cage of wealth, reputation, and suffocating rules. University was supposed to be her escape, her first taste of freedom. But nothing could prepare her for the moment she came face-to-face with Professor Jalen Hart, her father's best friend. One reckless night changes everything. A drunken mistake turns into an irresistible obsession, pulling her deeper into Jalen's forbidden world. But secrets don't stay hidden forever. Between Jude, her possessive friend who knows too much, Marian, Jalen's wicked wife, and the dangerous power of desire, Fiona is about to risk not only hers and her family's reputation but her entire future.
And what happens when the truth comes out especially to Marian?
8.1
Red Moon
8.1
Blood Moon – Story Description
Blood Moon is a dark, thrilling tale of forbidden attraction, supernatural rivalry, and the fine line between predator and prey. Set in the seemingly ordinary Silver Hollow College, the story unfolds in a world where vampires and werewolves secretly coexist alongside humans, each hiding their true powers while battling their own instincts, rival clans, and the pressures of legacy. In this shadowed world, every glance can hide a threat, every conversation can carry hidden meaning, and every full moon can unleash the beast within.
At the heart of the story are Catrine Nella, a powerful young vampire, and Edwardo Zee, a disciplined yet conflicted werewolf. Catrine is sharp, cunning, and deadly, raised under the constant pressure of her ambitious step-sister who insists she feed on human blood to grow stronger. Catrine's natural talents in both magic and combat make her a force to be reckoned with, yet she struggles with morality, identity, and her own desire for control. Edwardo, on the other hand, is torn between his instincts as a wolf and the manipulations of his ruthless step-brother, who demands that he become a killer to claim alpha status. Edwardo wants to be a true alpha, not through bloodshed, but by protecting others and leading with honor-an ambition that sets him apart from his family and makes him both a target and a misfit among his kind.
The story begins with a violent, electrifying encounter between Catrine and Edwardo in the forest during the full moon. Both are drawn by their own impulses-Catrine performing a vampire ritual, Edwardo struggling to control the wolf within-and the resulting clash is fierce, brutal, and unforgettable. This first meeting ignites a dangerous rivalry, with each recognizing the other's extraordinary abilities while also sensing something forbidden and magnetic between them. Though enemies by instinct and heritage, the connection they forge amidst conflict sets the stage for a tension-filled enemies-to-lovers narrative that drives the series forward.
As the story unfolds, Silver Hollow College becomes a battlefield not just of physical strength but of intellect, cunning, and emotional power. Catrine and Edwardo test one another constantly-through subtle glances in class, tense encounters in crowded hallways, and increasingly dangerous confrontations in the forest. Each battle pushes them further, revealing vulnerabilities and strengths, and slowly transforms their relationship from animosity into fascination, grudging respect, and eventually, desire. Amidst this, both characters are confronted with the pressures of their families. Catrine's step-sister threatens her with weakness if she does not feed on human blood, while Edwardo's step-brother pressures him toward ruthless dominance, creating a constant tension that challenges their morality and tests the limits of their powers.
At its core, Blood Moon is a story about choice and identity. It explores the struggle between instinct and conscience, power and restraint, hatred and attraction. It examines what it means to be strong-not just physically, but emotionally and morally-in a world where strength often comes at the cost of humanity. Through fast-paced action, supernatural intrigue, and the slow-burning, dangerous pull between Catrine and Edwardo, the story blends romance, suspense, and fantasy into a gripping narrative. It is a saga of blood and moonlight, of predators and secrets, of rivalry and passion, and of two young supernatural beings whose lives are forever intertwined by fate, desire, and the power of the Blood Moon.
7.6
My baby daughter died in the cold hospital, and I agreed to donate her heart to save another pup. I brought her ashes home in a small wooden box, seeking comfort from my mate.
But when I returned to the packhouse, I found a massive celebration. My Alpha mate wasn't away on patrol; he was throwing a grand Naming Ceremony for his sister's newborn. He didn't even know our daughter was dead.
"Give Lyra the gift. Now."
He impatiently demanded I hand over the box in my arms. When his sister's son tried to snatch it, I pushed him away to protect my baby's ashes. His sister immediately screamed, accusing me of trying to hurt her children out of jealousy.
Without asking a single question, my mate grabbed my wrist, ready to smash the box to teach me a lesson. To save my daughter's remains, I had to drop to the floor, bare my neck in ultimate submission, and lie that it was just my late father's relics.
He was disgusted by my tears. Later, when I tried to jump off the balcony to end my pain, he pulled me back—not out of love, but because my suicide would ruin his perfect party. He locked me in my room and ordered the maids to force me into a bright red dress for the evening feast.
Looking at the red silk that mocked my bleeding heart, my despair finally died, replaced by a cold, venomous hatred. I tucked a white funeral flower into my hair and walked out the door. This time, I was going to turn their joyous celebration into a living hell.