Because I Knew You Wicked

Adela opened her eyes, she found herself lying in the body of a strange woman, her body covered in blood, a large number of strange memories flooded her mind. Reincarnation! Truly Reborn! She is still a queen when she closes her eyes, after opening her eyes, she becomes a completely different person, imprisoned in vague memories.

“Give me your hands,” he ordered, coldly. I froze, watching him loosen his tie as he walked closer. Something about him felt… off. Mean. Distant. My throat went dry, but I gave him my hands anyway. He gripped my wrists—tight enough for my pulse to throb under his fingers. He wrapped the tie around them and pulled, dragging me up the bed like an animal on a leash. My back hit the headboard. Before I could react, he tied the other end of the tie to the frame. Then he reached for the veil on the nightstand. “What are you doing?” I asked, heart racing. He didn’t answer….just placed the veil over my head like I was a doll. “Making sure I don’t see your face and wish it was hers,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. I blinked. “Hers?” He leaned in. His jaw clenched. “Your twin sister,” he said. “I wanted her. Not you.” His words felt like someone yanked the floor right under me. “I should be with her,” he added cruelly. “Loving her. Worshiping her. Not stuck with a knockoff pretending to be my wife.” I couldn’t breathe. My hands fought the tie, but it was useless. I was trapped, veiled and bound. Lucian didn’t want me. He wanted ‘her’ instead. —------------- Losing her clinic was devastating. Facing eviction was worse. But accepting a mysterious nursing job? That was desperation at its finest. What Scarlett Ashford didn’t expect was that her patient would be her terminally ill twin, the same sister she’d cut ties with. And Lucian Montgomery, her sister’s cold billionaire husband, offered her a proposition far beyond medical care. He wanted her to be his surrogate. Scarlett wonders—what twisted melodrama has she gotten herself into?

"Genie" His voice was barely a whisper, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. "This is so wrong, we can't be doing this." His lips find their way back to mine, trailing the bottom lip with his tongue. "So so wrong" He pulled my lower lips in, biting on them. I stifled a moan. "I know," I managed to say. I could feel the warm slickness ache between my legs. "We shouldn't be doing this. You're my step brother." My body doesn't agree with what my mouth is saying. I snuggled closer into his chest wanting to feel the heat of his bare body against mine. I want his mouth against mine, ravaging me like he had done before. We have gone too far to back out now. "Take me, Ryder" Those were the words he needed. Only those three words. Suddenly, he grips the back of my thighs and lifts me up, forcing my legs to wrap around him. Planting me against the wall, he peers up and look straight into my eyes "You're mine" Then his lips came down on mine. I'm yours. I whispered back in the back of my head. ******** Ryder Saint, for years, has bullied me. Reasons? None. It was like he signed a contract from heaven to make my life hell. From the moment he set his eyes on me, he added my name to his list. Don't be fooled by his last name. It's a charade, he's not anything like it. Everything about Ryder Saint smells evil. His heart, dark. His soul, dark. His aura, dark. Except his face. I should have neglected him like I always have, but I couldn't when our parents decided to tie the knots and he became my stepbrother. He and I, under the same roof.

Because broken heart, Shaquelle accepted a proposal from a well-known businessman named Jerry Garth. Someone Shaquelle had known recently.Whatever for reason she proposed to Shequelle.In his doubts, Shaquelle began to wonder, its possible that this marriage could cure his pain? Or's this just another drama in his life?

A professor named Zedic Lim seeks justice for his bereaved brother, but playful destiny seems to be playing by the rules for them when he meets a student named Mischell Flor, Mischell is a brave girl facing her difficult part of her life. Striving for her dream while smiling in front of everyone just to say that she is really okay even if she is not. The two people meet at the wrong time and try to fight the crazy thing called love. Trying to fight with playful fate. Will they win the game of love?

Si Catherine Imperial ay ipinanganak sa isang kilalang pamilya. Lahat ng gusto niya ay meron siya. Kapatid na mapagmahal at ma-arugang ama. Wala mang nakalakihang ina ay hindi iyon naging hadlang para kay Catherine. But what if the Imperial Princess will get kidnapped? Ano na lamang ang magiging ganti at reaksyon ng kanyang mga kapatid? Will they avenge their sister if Catherine will fall for the wrong person? And why is it wrong? Anu-ano kaya ang matutuklasan ni Catherine sa lalaking mahal niya? Mabago kaya nun ang paniniwala niya?

Nathan Cain, a wealthy, enigmatic businessman, and a feared man, captures the attention of Mel, a hardworking college student desperate to make ends meet. Though drawn to Nathan, Mel finds herself caught in a whirlwind of emotions and secrets when she discovers his family is entangled in a dangerous web of internal strife and external threats. In the midst of it all if Mel wants Nathan she has a lot of sacrifices to make, which includes her drunk father, her boyfriend, and her best friend as she finds herself in a complicated relationship. Meanwhile, Nathan’s internal strife with his family does not make it an easier choice.

Untuk menebus hutang ayahnya, Mayzura harus rela dinikahkan dengan seorang lelaki tua yang lebih pantas menjadi ayahnya. Mayzura pun berniat untuk kabur bersama sang kekasih. Namun, ia justru bertemu dengan pria asing bernama Sadewa, yang menyelamatkannya dari kejaran penjahat. Atas jasanya, Sadewa diangkat sebagai bodyguard yang bertugas mengawal Mayzura hingga hari pernikahannya. Tanpa disadari, benih-benih cinta tumbuh di antara Mayzura dan Sadewa. Lalu akankah Sadewa mampu mengatasi segala rintangan untuk memiliki Mayzura? Dan siapakah sosok Sadewa sesungguhnya?

Whenever Rachel Cooper loses it, I know I'm about to get divorced again. I close my eyes. "We are divorcing for the ninth time." Marcus Miller massages his temples and says regretfully, "Vivian, Barry died all of a sudden, leaving his wife and her unborn baby behind. I can't ignore them. Relax. Once the baby's born, we'll remarry. We won't separate ever again!" I remain silent. I already heard this promise eight times before. Barry Miller's sudden death is the reason for Rachel's breakdown. It also caused Marcus and me to divorce for the first time. Back then, Rachel was already pregnant, prompting Marcus to divorce me. He will remarry me once he has comforted her. Over the past nine months, we have married and divorced eight times. Everyone mocks me by calling me the Eight-Ring Wonder. I also find it ridiculous. After I accept the divorce certificate, one of the court staff secretly asks me, "When are you getting married again?" I answer calmly, "There's no next time."

Three years of marriage, and it all ends with two words. Sign it. He didn’t even look up when he said it. Just slid the papers across the table like I was another business deal to close. We weren’t supposed to fall in love it started as a contract, something practical, something safe. But feelings have a way of growing where they shouldn’t. For a while, I thought he cared. The quiet moments, the small things he remembered my favorite song, how I take my tea, the way I hate the rain. I thought they meant something. Turns out, they did. Just not for me. Every gesture, every soft word, was borrowed from a memory. From her. The woman who had him first. The one who left. The one who’s now back. So I signed. I smiled. I walked away. Not because I wanted to but because I had to. He doesn’t chase me. Not yet. But I can feel it the weight of everything unsaid still hanging in the air between us. Maybe he’ll realize what he’s lost. Maybe he won’t. Either way, this time, I’m not waiting around to find out.