Becoming The Unwanted Mistress Of A Noble Family

he can make a billion dollars in business go bankrupt with a single phone call. the heir of the world's richest family.

Vladimirovna de Silva is no ordinary woman. For two years, she had been secretly married to a billionaire, Lazare Ibañez. However, he eventually filed for divorce and the morning after that, she miscarried. After a year of mourning for the loss of her angel, she found out about Lazare’s engagement party. She is still wounded, despite her efforts to move on, and she refused to let him be happy, which is how she came up with the idea of seducing him and letting him taste his own medicine through her tongue. Will Vladimirovna's thirst for revenge ultimately destroy her happiness, or will it leave her alone in the wake of her tumultuous affair with the billionaire?

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?

Kontento si Jovy sa pamilyang mayroon siya. Hindi sila mayaman pero may sarili silang bahay ng asawa niyang si Kristoff at biniyayaan ng dalawang anak, lalaki ang panganay at babae ang bunso. Mechanical techinican ng isang malaking precision company sa kanilang lungsod si Kristoff. Sapat na ang sahod nito sa pangangailangan nila. Ngunit sinubok ng panahon ang kanilang pamilya nang magkasakit ang bunso nilang anak. Nagkaroon ng bukol ang atay nito at kailangang alisin ang bahagi kung saan tumubo ang cancer. Hindi lamang iyon, nirekomenda rin ng doctor ang pagkakaroon ng liver transplant para maagapan ang pagkalat ng cancer cells sa malusog na parte ng atay ng bata. Hindi sila handa lalo na sa financial na aspeto. Wala silang matakbuhan. Buhay ng anak niya laban sa kaniyang dignidad at katapatan bilang asawa, pinili niya ang una. Tinanggap ang alok na tulong ng congressman kapalit ang isang gabing aliw. Pero ang gabing iyon ng pagkakasala ang nagsadlak sa kaniya sa kulungang hindi niya alam kung may karapatan pa ba siyang lumaya.

"Money over men." 'Yan ang motto ni Ladja Ronquillo simula noong saktan siya ng pinakaunang lalaking minahal niya. Walang mga magulang at pinapaaral pa niya ang kaniyang nag-iisang kapatid kaya mas importante na sa kaniya ngayon ang pera. Hanggang sa nakilala niya si Radzmir Al-Andas, isang napakamayamang businessman na gagawin ang lahat para lang matikman ang kaniyang mga labi at makasama siya. Dahil dito, nagdesisyon siyang gamitin ang lalaki para sa pera. Akala niya magiging mas maayos na ang lahat sa halip, ito ang naging dahilan nang muling pagkadurog ng kaniyang puso.

"This is wrong..." Christine whimpered as she covered her face in shame. "But I love you. Is it wrong for me to love?" Alex asked with pain lacing his voice. He had falling madly in love with her despite the circumstances surrounding them. *** Alexander Pencraft, the son of the multi billionaire, finds himself falling in love with his fiancee's best friend, Christine Perry. He ignores his feelings and tries his best to stay loyal to his wife but the wife in question doesn't reciprocate this effort. Ruth Davies had only married Alex because of the fame and wealth that came with the Pencraft's name, on the side she kept a relationship with her college boyfriend, Michael. Things get complicated when Ruth finds Alex in bed with Christine, she refuses to let go. Christine's life becomes a living hell as she tries to explain herself to the Davies yet no one wants to listen —not even her so called best friend.

My name is Mia, and I am the middle child of Don and Donna Costa. I am also the black sheep of the family. Or the ugly duckling, as my mother would call me. My shift ended a few hours ago, but it takes me long to get home as I do not have a car like my brother, Leonardo, the oldest, or my sister, Amara, the beautiful one and youngest in the family. As you may gather from my story so far, my parents do not care about me. I walk into the house with a sigh. I have seen the cars in front of our home, and I know my family has friends over. "You have nothing I want! You stole from us, and today I will kill your whole family," I hear an angry voice. I wonder what my father has done this time to piss someone off. "Godfather, give me another chance. You can have my beautiful daughter as your wife," My father begs. Holy shit! My father stole from the godfather? I know the godfather is about thirty, and his name is Riccardo Marina. The Marina family is the most powerful in the American mafia. "I do not like blond blue-eyed sluts. I prefer women with dark hair. Besides, Everyone in town knows Amara Costa! She has been around the block," Riccardo says with disgust. I do not know what to do. Shall I hide? Not many people know my parents have another daughter. I am never invited to their parties as my family is ashamed of me. I do not care for my family, and they can die for all I care. "I have another daughter with dark hair. Maybe you will fancy her," My father begs again. I sigh. Typical!

On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Nyx’s world shattered. Her parents celebrated her twin sister and ignored her entirely, a final insult after years of coldness and favoritism. Humiliated and aching to escape, she walked straight into Basque—the city’s most dangerous club. There, under flashing lights and the pull of reckless music, she caught the eye of a man everyone feared—the ruthless mafia boss who owned the night. One drink, one touch, one reckless decision… and by morning, he was gone. A month later, Nyx learned that she was pregnant. Her family’s rejection turned vicious, and she was cast out with nothing but her shame and the child growing inside her. Six years of struggle followed—cheap apartments, dead-end jobs, and a daughter who became her only reason to fight. Then fate threw him back into her life. A chance encounter. A cold stare. A card pressed into her hand. Days later, tragedy struck—her little girl was left clinging to life after a hit-and-run. Desperate and out of options, Nyx went to the only man who could save her… unaware he was the father. His price? "Give me your body,and I'll give you money" Now, Nyx must decide to sell her body to the devil who destroyed her, or watch the only person she loves slip away. But in the shadows of power and lust, nothing is as simple as a deal. And the devil always collects more than you owe.

I was raised to believe that love meant endurance. That if I loved him enough, I could survive anything. For seven years, I was stationed at the border—alone, bleeding, freezing, nearly dying more times than I can count. Every transfer request I submitted was denied. Every time I asked why, I was told the same thing: the family needed me. The alliance came first. Others needed protection more than I did. What I didn’t know was this— Every sacrifice I made was approved by the man who claimed to love me. Adrian Holt, the Don who raised me, protected me, promised I would be his Donna one day… He was the one signing my name away year after year. He chose widows. He chose alliances. He chose power. And he chose for me—without ever asking. Because he was certain of one thing: That no matter what he did, I would never leave him. He believed love meant I would understand. That loyalty meant silence. That I would forgive anything—as long as he said he loved me. So when I finally walked away, I didn’t argue. I didn’t beg. I disappeared. And that was the moment his world collapsed. Now he’s tearing through cities, alliances, and his own sanity trying to find me— Too late realizing that love is not sacrifice when only one person bleeds. This is not a story about redemption. It’s a story about what happens after you lose the woman who endured everything… And finally chose herself.

[WARNING STRONG MATURED CONTENTS] Beside me, I sensed his movement as he turned towards me, his eyes searching for mine. I purposely avoided meeting his gaze, instead focusing on calming my racing breath. But try as I might, my breath still trembled, betraying my inner turmoil. Despite my rapid blinking, a single tear escaped, making its way down my cheek. I heard the covers rustle as he shifted closer to me. His finger gently brushed against my face, capturing the tear. "I'm sorry, Hailey," his voice resonated in the dimly lit room, both deep and gentle. His touch was followed by a soft stroke through my brunette hair and a tender kiss on the crook of my neck. "I know this isn't what you wanted," he murmured, regret evident in his voice. "It doesn't matter," I replied quietly, my gaze still fixed on the ceiling. His apology felt like a stab to the heart, but I couldn't hold him responsible. Our circumstances were far beyond our control.Swallowing hard, I tried to push down the ache in my chest. "It was unavoidable, it isn't your fault," I muttered, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his dark, tousled hair. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I allowed my cheek to rest against his strong chest, finding some solace in his comforting presence. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat brought a sliver of comfort to my shattered emotions. "I wish I could have given you more time to get to know me before all of this," he confessed, a touch of bitterness seeping into his words. "But those old Elders insisted on sealing our union immediately."