Multiple Pov Twists

THE BILLIONAIRE’S PROMDI WIFE Promdi pero palaban. Nang makilala ni Summer ang masungit, mayabang, matapobre at walang puso na si Lyndon Santiago, hindi siya nagpatalo dito. Nagpaalam agad siya pagkatapos ng tatlong araw na bakasyon sa townhouse nito kahit pa nangako ito na tutulungan siya sa napakabigat niyang problema. Pero hindi siya nito pinayagang umalis. Sa halip, sumama ito sa probinsya nila sa Quezon Province at ‘nanilbihan’ sa kanya gaya ng ordinaryong binata dahil gusto raw nitong ‘maningalang-pugad’ sa kanya at itama ang lahat. She fell in love with him fast and—hard. At siya rin ang nag-suggest dito kahit fake na kasal. Handa rin siyang bigyan ito ng anak kahit singdami ng isang basketball team sa Pilipinas kahit na siya ang talo sa huli at walang kasiguruhan. May reward ba si Kupido sa tulad niya na buong puso kung magmahal? ******* Matindi ang sumpang tumama kay Lyndon unang beses pa lang niyang nakita si Summer: Wild sex. Pure lust. Burning passion. Higit sa nararapat. Walang oras na hindi siya nagnanasa sa probinsyanang dalaga. Nawalan ng saysay ang  personal niyang dahilan  kaya wala siyang tiwala kahit kaninong hampaslupa. Iba si Summer. Her name fits her personality. Para itong nagsasalitang konsensya kapag nagkakamali siya. Malupit ang  karmang dumapo sa kaniya. Pero maliban sa kailangan niya itong malahian kaagad, wala na siya ditong ibang pakinabang. Sa mundong pinakamahalaga ang pera, may puwang ba si Summer sa tabi niya? **** AUTHOR'S NOTE: Isinulat ko po ang novel na ito, 6 years ago. Unfinished sa ibang app dahil naging busy. From second pov, inilipat ko sa first pov ngayon kaya humihingi ako ng pasensya sa 'ako' na nagiging 'siya'. Please, bear with me. Salamat po. 😍❤️‍🩹🔥

Every time I miscarry, Adrian Sadler brings home a new woman who eerily resembles his first love. He makes me put the rubber on him, forces me to watch their fevered passion, and then orders me to bring warm water for their intimate cleanup. I do everything I'm told, begging for just one night a month with him. That is, until I accidentally tear his favorite lover Peggy Olson's lingerie. That night, Adrian streams my humiliation for the world to see. He drags me onto the bed, twists my body to expose me fully to the camera, and pins me beneath an avalanche of shame. "Did you think her lingerie was suggestive? What about now? Look at yourself. Do you think you are any better? You love crawling into my bed, don't you? I'll help you get your fill. Maybe one man isn't enough to satisfy you. Why don't I call in ten men tomorrow?" As punishment, Adrian throws me outside, in my birthday suit, in the courtyard. Blood slowly pools beneath me. I experience my tenth miscarriage. I look for Derek Sadler and say, "I promised to help your family to repay your kindness. I tried my best. Ten miscarriages later, whatever blessing I once had is gone. I'll never have children again. Today, I've come to say goodbye."

Introduction Scarlett O'Hara, that's her name, 26 years old, a single mother of two kids (twins). Poor and manages to earn a living to take care of her twins together with her her best friend. She finally gets a job at a very big company after years of struggling to get one only to find out the CEO is her EX, the father of her twins. He hates her and he will make her pay, and by that, she has to quench his sexual desires. Will she succumb to this? Scarlett's POV "Since you couldn't help but take a sneaky peep at it, how about I show you a proper view of it and perhaps help you remember how it tastes," He said and my heart skipped a bit and before I could blink, his d1ck was hanging right before my face. "Suck it!" He said in an authoritative voice.

Jordan POV With Melody's soft body pinned against me on the bed, I felt reality more acutely. My wrists and ankles were both tied, my body engulfed by a woman who made me live through heaven and hell. She surrendered and gave herself to me, and I embraced her over and over again. There was no point in denying the truth when it was right in my face. I was held captive by the woman I have grown to love and care for. If there's ever a fusion of angels and demons -Melody would be the perfect specimen. And she would still be my wife! Melody POV He hates me. I would hate me too if I was him. I used him, deceived him, toyed with his feelings and took advantage of his love for me. But I can't bring myself to let him go. No one would actually believe it, but I fell deeply in love with him.

On the way back to work after the New Year, my wife Liana Corn and I got into a car accident. Opening my eyes again, I realized that we had returned to the time we just started dating. In our previous life, we were married for eight years. Life was good, but she refused to have any children. Later, I learned that she had always kept her childhood sweetheart in her heart. After our regression, I decided to set us both free. We both deleted each other's contacts without a word, stopped seeing each other, and became complete strangers. Eight years later, Liana became a top investor. At our class reunion, she made a high-profile announcement with her childhood sweetheart Serge Gibson. Seeing that I had come to the reunion alone, she teased me. "Ryan Carter, I know I'm attractive. You love me for two lifetimes and still can't let go, but you don't need to cling to me like this." I pretended not to hear and took my son by the hand. Liana's face instantly turned pale, her eyes bloodshot. "Didn't you say you'd love only me for life?" she demanded. "How can you have a son with someone else?!"

My wife went abroad for a six-month training course and unexpectedly secured a major deal.  Thanks to this contract, she was promoted to director against all odds. When I saw the news of her return in the work group chat, I immediately ordered flowers to pick her up at the airport. However, her belly, which would have been eight months pregnant, showed no signs of it. She had aborted our child, turning me into a laughingstock among colleagues. Just as I tried to swallow my anger, she told me she was pregnant with someone else’s child. She demanded that I step aside and make way for her.

On the eve of our wedding, Evelyn Gates fell to her death. Everyone believed that, since I had always been devoted to her, I would take my own life to follow her. However, I didn’t shed a single tear. Three years later, I saw her again. Not only was she alive, but she had no memory of the past. “So you’re my ex-fiancé? After all these years, why do you look so broke and shabby now? For old time’s sake, I’ll give you one day a week to wait on me.” I didn’t even bother to look her in the eye. Evelyn had no idea that, on the very night she fell, I received a video recording. She didn’t know that, during the three years she spent pretending to have amnesia while traveling the world with Cole Anderson, I had gotten married. My bride was her older sister.

My wife, Charlene Weber, has taken me to the Scumbag Court. If I'm found guilty, all my assets will be taken from me, and I'll face 10 years of imprisonment. Charlene, on the other hand, will get to marry her ideal man—Joel Quinlan—as she wishes. If I'm acquitted of all charges, Charlene will be made to divorce me without alimony. She'll also be cursed with bad luck and disfigured so badly she'll be the ugliest woman in the world. Conversely, I'll be given 10 million dollars in reparations and gain a lifetime's worth of good luck. Everyone is advising me to admit to my mistakes, but only because Charlene has always been a virtuous, devoted wife in their eyes. They think that there must surely be some complicated grievances between us at the moment. However, they are unaware that I've been reborn. This time, I'm going to tear off Charlene's mask of hypocrisy.

The day Jessica Smith and I went to pick out our wedding rings, her long-lost first love unexpectedly returned to town. When we went to pick him up from the airport, she introduced me to him, saying, "This is Sebastian Grant, a friend." Jessica made it clear that I wasn't her fiancé. She even went a step further and called off our engagement party scheduled for the next day. Just when she thought I would fight and insist on marrying her, I suddenly said in relief, "Your best friend previously wanted to hook up with me, you know? And honestly, I was kind of interested."

My wife and I were both liars. She lied to me 99 times. "I'll forget all about him, I swear." That man was her first love. She never did forget about him. I only lied to her one time. To get her to sign the divorce papers. Time came to the final day of the cooling-off period. Three hours before it was up, I packed up all my stuff and bought a flight ticket to another country. Two hours before it was up, I cut up all my photos that had her in it, leaving only myself. One hour before it was up, I placed the divorce papers on the table. When she saw the papers, they drove her mad.