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Azalea Hart spent everything she had on taking care of her sick brother. No parents, no family, just a cruel stepsister who feeds her and bullies her every now and then. However, a light appeared at the end of her tunnel during one of he brother's sick days... "You're not almost dead... You're already dead!" Edwin Clark whispered eeriely as he sank his fangs into the nape of her neck. Azalea chocked, almost dying but his eyes had changed, filled with nothing but regret of.... What have I done? "You... You're my mate?" Fuck it! Azalea know nothing about mates. The burning pain has turned into horny sensation and the young virgin craves nothing.... But his touch. She touched him. He became obsessed.... No. Obsession is an understatement, he became mad. "My Mr Vampire, has gone mad, again" she would whisper anytime she met herself on his bed. But his appearance gradually becomes more than she anticipated.

My uncle’s rival, Emmett Meyer, saved me twice. The first time, I was drowning after a shipwreck—until he cut through the waves on a speedboat and dragged me ashore. The second time was after someone had slipped drugs into my drink. That night, I seduced him, a hardened man ten years my senior. In the dim glow of a private room, he guided my hand downward and growled, “I want you so bad, Babe.” He took me ruthlessly, ignoring my sobs and pleas. From then on, Emmett—the untamable “Prince of Silverbridge”—abandoned his reckless ways and devoted himself to me. Or so I believed. Then one day, he coaxed me into his Rolls-Royce and captured our tryst on camera. I flushed with embarrassment and secret delight. Later, as I hurried after him to return some documents he had left behind, I heard the sneers whispered in the hallway: “You’re so wild, Emmett. Everyone heard your girl moaning.” “Damn, the car rocked so hard I thought you’d break it.” “Hey, if Franklin Reed ever finds out that his precious niece has been your plaything for three years… think he’ll have a heart attack?”

"Boss! Nasa panganib pong muli ang buhay ng asawa mo!" wika ng kanang-kamay ni Kaizer. "Ihanda mo ang mga tauhan at ililigtas natin siya!" malakas na sigaw ng mafia boss. Mabilis na kumilos ang mga tauhan ng Devil's Angel Mafia Organization. Lahat sila ay handang ialay ang buhay para sa kanilang reyna. Buong tapang na sumakay si Kaizer sa sasakyang naghihintay sa kan'ya. Ngunit ang mga mata niya ay punong-puno ng lungkot. Tumatagos doon ang sakit na nararamdaman ng kaniyang puso. Siya ang asawa ngunit ang puso ng babaeng mahal niya ay nahahati sa dalawa. Hindi siya pwedeng gumamit ng dahas dahil baka tuluyang mawala sa kan'ya si Kryzell. Ang babaeng una at pinangakuan niyang huling iibigin. Sa pag-ibig kung saan ay nakikihati lamang siya, hanggang kailan ni Kaizer kayang maging biktima? May halaga ba ang pagiging mafia boss kung ang mafia's hidden angel ay magdesisyon na muling mabuhay ng payapa at malayo sa magulong mundo na meron siya?

Love? No, rather a game of convenience. Sophia Whyte is the victim of a cruel hoax, forced into becoming the contract wife of famous billionaire, Noah Milton. She can’t escape, overwhelmed by her crippling debt and her mother’s debilitating condition. After being bullied by Noah’s girlfriend and entire family, she is humiliated and kicked out of the Milton mansion as they no longer have use for her. Five years later, she returns, now a mother of the sole heirs to the Milton wealth. All she feels is hate and a need for revenge. All Noah feels is love, he starts to creep into her heart, one gift at a time. What will she do once she start to feel the same?

After a life-saving heart transplant, Becky Stewart is swept into a whirlwind romance with the enigmatic billionaire, William Edward. For three blissful years, he makes her feel like the only woman in the world—until he confesses a devastating truth: he married her believing she carried the heart of his deceased lover. He never loved her and now he wants nothing to do with her. He wants a divorce. Shattered by the betrayal, Becky agrees to a quiet divorce, only to discover weeks later that she’s pregnant with his twins. She disappears from his life without a trace. Now, five years later, she returns, no longer the fragile woman he once knew. With a thriving career, a steely heart, She has a new name, a new life, and two children with eyes that look a little too much like his.

Lieutenant Trist Sandoval. A young beautiful, smart, talented lady who want to protect and serve her fellow citizens and country. She was a princess but she wants to be soldier. The great officer—who killed the mafia boss. Lieutenant encounter Angel Ratchasi. The handsome low-key billionaire. The hot bachelor CEO of Ratchasi Empire. The heir and also the heartless and wicked newly mafia boss. “An Angel without wings but can give you ride to heaven. If you want to... be my guest.” —Angel Ratchasi. May she serve loyally, if she fall in love to a brother of the mafia boss she killed? Would they continue love each other or they will kill each other for revenge? What if she fall but he fall harder? What would she do in the name of revenge? What would he do in the name of love?

She didn't realise just how much she was hated, she merely wanted love, she begged for it but at the end, she was merely a stand in for the fake daughter. The man she loved hated her, her family disliked her, her adopted sister killed her. However, when she gets a second chance, she doesn't allow anyone to walk over her! "You'll sacrifice your position at the company for your adopted sister, Rhea!" "You're the older sister, stop acting so dramatic and give way for your younger sister!" Her brother's and parents say to her, but she fights back and instead, makes her cry! But why the heck did this CEO change? He didn't come close to her previously! "Rhea, marry me and I'll make sure that everyone who touches you regrets it." "I'm not in the mood for marriage right now!" "You don't have to worry, I'll give you everything you want, even my properties." "Maybe marriage isn't such a bad idea after all..."

When I find out about that woman's existence, it turns out that they've been dating for a very long time. Simon Jensen protects her very well. Even though he's already attended banquets with her and has introduced her to all of his friends, I still have yet to see any of her photos. Heck, I don't even know her name. If it weren't for the fact that Simon was unable to resist that woman's coquettish pleading and brought her to the fashion show press conference as a brand investor, I'd probably remain in the dark forever. At this moment, I stare at Simon from far away, who's currently gazing at his lover standing on the runway. There's a hint of a gentle smile in his eyes. The camera flashes keep clicking. One of the reporters can't resist asking, "Mr. Jensen, are you a fan of Angela Stewart as well?" Simon never averts his gaze from Angela. He replies, "No. She's the love of my life." So, it turns out the cold and aloof Simon is capable of doting on a young woman to this degree. I spin the dull wedding ring around my ring finger subconsciously. That's when I realize how meaningless this marriage actually is.

Everyone knows I'm Brooke River's bootlicker—I've stuck by her side for the past ten years. Now, she's getting engaged to someone else, and everyone's waiting to see me make a fool of myself. The problem is… I already got married three years ago.

My husband had a severe addiction for physical intimacy. However, in the seven years of our marriage, he never touched me, not even once. To suppress his urges, he soaked himself in bone-chilling ice water every night. His arms were covered in needle marks from constant injections. It broke my heart to see him like that. I offered myself to him many times, but he insisted on simply giving me a restrained kiss on the forehead before saying, “Don’t be silly, Summer. I’m not like those animals. How could I ever bear to hurt you? For you, I’d gladly live the rest of my life in a platonic marriage.” This strange, almost obsessive restraint of his lasted seven years. Despite the numerous times he pushed himself far enough to end up hospitalized, he still refused to cross that line. Then, on our wedding anniversary, a young woman named Anna Brandt came in for her ninth hymen restoration surgery. After the anesthetic was administered, her cheeks flushed red. As her mind grew hazy, she started crying weakly like a lost kitten. Looking at the love bites scattered across her body, I shook my head and assumed she was just another girl who had gone astray. That was until I heard her last tearful whisper. “John Shaw, you jerk.” My hand trembled and I nearly dropped the scalpel. Because my husband’s name also was John Shaw.