After I Died A Tycoon Went Crazy

Imagine yourself once again in the arms of the man who you once loved but he mistreated you badly. You love him, do you? In Ava's case, she escaped from the hands of her Ex- husband Addams Williams and flees to UK. In order to hide her identity, she conducts a cosmetic face surgery and becomes a popular and renouned model. All the males who set their eyes on her wanted her to be theirs. Building her way in UK, this time Addams wants her. Before her run-away, he killed her parents, tried and killed her. Will Ava get back to Addams for the sake of her kids which she loved dearly while hiding her identity? What if Addams had a reason behind what he did? Will Ava forgive Addams and love him so dearly like she always did? If she gets back to him, what is underneath the sleeves? They say love is blind but in this case, would she be so stupid to live with him? Dive in!!

If love is a poison, it is a feeling between the present and the past and the future. Then let's form the most beautiful flower in this world. She met and fell in love with him, a simple love without any calculation. But he forgot her. The second time she met him, she was smart with him, but with a calculated love, she ended up hurting him and herself. He had forgotten her, but deep in his heart, he had never forgotten that beautiful love. Just meet her again, he will love and want to protect her again, despite the extreme way he loves her, he has never denied that part of his affection. She and him, two parallel lines have intersected and merged into one. Love you, this life I'm not wrong Love you, forever unrequited

The Milford Vineyards of west Kentucky are beautiful and lined with row after row of lush grape vines. As Willa drove past them she thought back to her childhood days spent with her best friend Kaysea Milford running down the grape laden rows. Today Kaysea's family was throwing a wine tasting party to celebrate the launch of their newest red wine. It was sure to make a grand mark amongst the nation's red wines. After college Willa and Kaysea both went back home to join their family's prospective businesses. Neither of them were lacking for anything as both family's were very well off. Willa's family owned a large dairy farm just to the east of where the Milford's land was situated. The Stockholm Farm spanned thousands of acres and many grocery stores in the state as well as others in the country were being supplied with filtered milk from their dairy. Two generations of the Stockholm family had been working the dairy farm and making the business a billion dollar entity. The day Willa went to the Milford's wine tasting party she encountered Grey Langly. The real-estate tycoon from Frankfort who was an architect by trade. She accidentally bumped into him while carrying a glass of red wine in her hand and spilled the contents down the front of her dress. "Oh my!" "Pardon me miss" exclaimed Grey! "Let me get you something to wipe up that mess." When Willa locked eyes with Grey she instantly fell silent and couldn't speak. His dark eyes and handsome face rendered her speechless. She couldn't move and her heart raced. "Are you ok?" Grey asked. Kaysea immediately walked over to rescue Willa from the embarrassing situation. Grey, let me introduce you to my best friend Willa Stockholm.

Akala ni Alexia simple lang ang buhay niya chismosa sa umaga, barista sa hapon, at certified marites sa gabi. Pero isang araw, sa kalagitnaan ng kanyang “tampo moment” sa Jollibee, biglang nagpakita ang isang lalaking naka-three-piece suit, may hawak na kontrata… at may sinasabing siya raw ang legal na tagapag-alaga niya? Siya si Julian Alarcon. Billionaryo. CEO. Cold-hearted. At oo ang Ninong niyang matagal nang nawawala sa eksena. Pero teka, bakit parang hindi pang-Ninong ang mga titig niya? Bakit parang may sariling buhay ang mga kilig sa katawan ni Alexia? At bakit siya sinusundo ng limousine papunta sa isang mansyon kung saan ayaw siya pakawalan ng gwapong “Ninong” na ito? Ang problema? Makulit si Alexia, madaldal, at walang preno sa bunganga. Pero si Julian… sanay sa katahimikan, respeto, at walang ka-cheapan sa paligid. So anong mangyayari kapag ang isang pabibo at makulit na babae ay pinilit tumira sa mundo ng sosyal, tahimik, at super serious? Isa lang ang malinaw si Alexia ang babaeng kayang pasabugin ang mundo ng isang lalaking sanay sa kontrol. At si Julian? Baka siya pa ang unang mapusasan ng kilig.

While the whole world knew about Lyra Hades as the heiress of the 'Hades Group', I, her twin sister, Leilani Hades, was nothing, but her shadow whom nobody knew existed.'Marry Jaxon Grant in my place, and I will consider helping you' When my beloved nanny, the only one who ever cared about me was on the sickbed, at the verge of death, the only condition my twin sister gave in exchange for giving me money for the treatment, was to marry her boyfriend in her place. 'She couldn't be with a man who was just an adopted son. A dog of the Grant's family who was likely to not get any inheritance' that was her excuse for not marrying him, taking advantage of our identical face to fool him.However, there was something weird about my new husband from the day we got married. His aura, his charm, everything about him screamed power. He wasn't an ordinary adopted son whom my sister had mistaken him for. My husband was hiding something from me, but what was it? Does he have a hidden identity?

"Having this type of life is just too difficult to deal. There is no safe place for you to live peacefully, nor your family. Even the air you breathe can be contaminated with poison that may end your life. But, you can't always hide to be safe. You need to be wise to deal with these threats,survive and dominate. Tibayan mo ang sikamura mo at tatagan mo ang loob mo. Or else you'll end up vanquished, terminated." After being broked and left by the people she loved and trusts, Vladimyr became Crazily Rich and Powerful after gaining a bottomless wealth. She became a different type of beasts you won't wish to be enemy. So you better not try to test her or you'll regret it.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" "It is." "Please don't pull that with me." "Pull what?" "That." She pointed at my face. "Where I explain how pretty everything looks and you say yes but you would be referring to me." She waved her hands in the air, explaining. "It's cliche and kinda getting old." "Would you prefer I do this instead?" I pinned a loose strand behind her ear, my palm roamed her soft features and also on her lips. "Or this?" I leaned in to steal a kiss, stopping midway to see if she'd stop me and she didn't. I couldn't help the tiny smirk that lay on my lips after. "Aren't you going to stop me?" My raspy voice whispered in her ear. She shivered, unconsciously leaning into me for warmth. I stopped her fingers as she tried to wrap them around my neck. ********** She's not the bad girl he thought she was. He's not the good boy she thought he was.

The love that I knew wasn't like the ones written in a book. It wasn't beautiful and magical. It doesn't bring butterflies in my stomach and it doesn't make me feel special. It doesn't feel like home, I do not feel secure. It does not make me feel safe and worthy. The love that I experience doesn't feel like love. I'm not really sure if it is love because it made me doubt, insecure and made me feel unloved. And all I experienced was pain. No it was torture. To see him love someone else when all I could do is to love him and let him love her. Now I don't know if I could ever love someone else, after him.

"แบบนี้หมายความว่ายังไงเราต้องคุยกันให้เคลียร์ก่อนไหมสกาว" "ก็ไม่เห็นจะมีอะไรต้องเคลียร์ พี่ก็ใช้ชีวิตบนโลกนีี้ไปสิ"

After eating a poisonous, hallucination-inducing mushroom, I genuinely thought I’d woken up inside a spicy erotica novel. I was the heroine—a live-in housekeeper working for a rich heir, the kind of impossibly handsome, impossibly wealthy man who only exists in fiction. When I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, I felt… oddly disappointed. I muttered under my breath, “Only six guys? What, do I need to take Sundays off?” The heir let out a short, disbelieving laugh. A slow, dangerous one. “If I’d known you were this bold,” he said, “I wouldn’t have bothered being gentle.” The moment the hallucination faded, I grabbed his sleeve and practically burst into tears. “Honey, I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean any of that.” He loosened his tie with maddening calm and murmured, “Relax. No one here takes Sundays off. And if you’re that eager to follow the plot of your little erotica novel… we can start right now.”