LOGINDiana Fallacia Cueva was born into privilege, the heiress to Dairy-Fair Cosmetics, but she refused to be defined by her last name. She dreamed of becoming a world-renowned model on her own terms, free from the suffocating grip of high society. But fate was cruel. Without her knowledge, she was sold into marriage—to Ruther Yanno Wrevco, the ruthless CEO of the world’s most powerful luxury empire. Ruther was everything she despised—cold, controlling, and dangerously untouchable. But what she didn’t know was that her marriage was not a business deal—it was an act of vengeance. Ruther Yanno Wrevco was not the man the world believed him to be. He was Dale Polo Garzias, the last heir of a fallen mafia clan, a family wiped out in a massacre orchestrated by Diana’s father. Adopted and shaped into a powerful force, he had spent years waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Marrying Diana was his final move. She was meant to be his captive, his punishment, his pawn in a game of retribution. But Diana was never meant to fall for the man who destroyed her life. And Ruther was never meant to crave the woman he vowed to break. Their passion was a war, their love an addiction. Yet when Diana discovered the truth—that the real enemy had been within her own family all along—it shattered everything. Bound by betrayal, obsession, and a love neither could control, they stood at the edge of destruction. In a world where power is everything, would they rise as lovers or fall as enemies?
View MoreDIANAI’m screwed. I lost all my senses. Lying in bed, exhaustion clung to me like a second skin. My body ached—a sinful reminder of last night’s reckless decision. I was supposed to despise this man, resist him, yet here I was, watching him, unable to look away. Ruther Yanno Wrevco. My husband. The man who shattered my resolve and made me forget who I was. His broad, sculpted back glistened under the morning light, every muscle carved to perfection as if God himself had taken his time creating him. I should be furious, should regret everything. But instead, my gaze traced every inch of him, memorizing the way he moved, the way he owned every space he stood in. Then, he turned. My breath hitched. His eyes, dark and unreadable, pinned me to the bed, making me feel exposed despite the sheets wrapped around me. “Take a rest, Diana,” he said, his voice low, smooth, almost gentle. “I won’t like it if something happens to you.” My fingers curled into the fabric beneath
DIANAThe moment we step into the private villa, I know I'm in trouble.Ruther slams the door shut behind us, the sound echoing in the dimly lit space. My back barely brushes the cool wall before he's on me—towering, demanding, his body caging me in.His dark eyes burn into mine."You think you can tease me like that, Diana?" His voice is a low growl, dripping with possessive hunger.My breath catches. My pulse skips, then races.I should push him away. I should fight back.But instead?I shudder and m*an. "Hmmmmmm...ohhhh..,"His fingers trace along my jaw, his touch deceptively gentle. His other hand—firm, commanding—trails down, grazing my waist, pressing into the fabric of my dress."Do you have any idea," he murmurs, lips barely ghosting over mine, "what you did to me out there?"I swallow hard. "W-What?"His chuckle is dark, almost mocking. "S*cking my neck like that. M*aning in my ear." His fingers drift lower, skimming the side of my thigh. "Did you want me to lose control?"I
DIANAA strong arm wraps around my waist. A solid chest pressed against my back.My breath hitches.Then—a nuzzle.Soft, slow, deliberate—his lips grazing the crook of my neck as he inhales my scent.My entire body shivers."Bro," Driz muses, watching Ruther's movements with amusement. "I like her."I don't need to turn around. I already know who it is.Ruther.His fingers tighten against my waist—hot, firm, unyielding.Driz lets out a low chuckle, stepping back. "Nice meeting you, Dia. Let's hang out sometime."I barely manage a nod before he walks away, leaving me alone with Ruther.The air between us? Heavy. Charged. Dangerous.Then, he kisses me.Not soft. Not sweet. Demanding.I gasp, pushing against his chest. "What the h*ll is wrong with you? Stop it!"Ruther pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes? D*rk. H*ngry.He growls—a deep, low vibration that sends an electric pulse straight to my core.I should hate this. I should hate him.But my body? It betrays me. The heat,
DIANASo? I'm not really escaping this bullshit.I sigh, staring at my not-so-excited reflection in the massive vanity mirror.I'm wearing a Gucci silky fitted, one-shoulder, white mini dress. My hair is styled in an elegant fishtail braid, with soft curls framing my face. My makeup? A simple, nude-fairy look—soft, ethereal, but still effortlessly stunning.I should feel beautiful. I should feel excited.But all I feel is trapped."Oh myyy!!! This is it, Diana!!!!"I barely have time to react before Heather bursts into my room, practically vibrating with excitement.Behind her, Von, my ever-dramatic gay best friend, waltzes in with a flourish."Let's go, girl!!" Von sings, dramatically fanning his face. "You are going to snatch Ruther's attention tonight. That man won't know what hit him!"Heather claps her hands like a proud stage mom. "Seriously, Diana, he's so lucky to have you."I let out a dry chuckle, my tone flat. "Yeah. Lucky."Von flicks my forehead. "Ugh, don't sound so dead
DIANA"Hmmmm... ughhhh, Ru... Ruther... f-fuckkk," I whimpered, my voice breathy and desperate as his tongue delved into my soaked folds.I arched against his mouth, gripping his soft, tousled hair and pressing him closer, needing more. My legs widened instinctively, granting him full access.And h
DIANAThe dinner had been nothing short of a performance—a business negotiation disguised as a pleasant family gathering. I played my role well, smiling and nodding in all the right places, pretending that I wasn't seething inside.But now, as I stood in the dimly lit hallway just outside the resta
DIANAI wore a flowy, plain white dress, letting my hair cascade down my shoulders in soft waves. Simple. Elegant. Exactly what my mother wanted. The white heels completed the look—pure and angelic, as she put it."Look at you, dear. Mr. Wrevco will surely be astonished by your look," she gushed, h
DIANAI'm dead meat. For sure.What the h*ll did I do last night?Ugh. Ruther Yanno Wrevco, F*CK YOU!!I was still drowning in regret when my father's voice sliced through the morning silence."Mr. Wrevco just arrived in the Philippines last night. You better prepare yourself, Diana. Fix yourself.






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