Black Widow's Sister Actor

It was the rumored Sebastian Black I was finally getting married. But he didn’t even come on the wedding day. I was standing at the altar without a man. The man I was getting married to was rumored to be impotent and cold. He hated women and also maltreats them. Most people called him Mr. D Dark instead of Black. Why was I marrying him? I didn’t care to what he would do to me or if he would kill me afterwards. All I wanted was to keep mother alive and see her well again. * * “You didn’t come to the wedding.” Isabelle stated as Sebastian slowly unbuckled his shirts. “Why? Why did you do that?” Isabelle yelled and that amazed him. No woman had dared raised a voice at him. What made this woman special? He stopped his hands at a bottom he was trying to get off. His eyes turning at Isabelle, coldly. She didn’t even flinch. P.E.R.F.E.C.T he said in his head. He had always wanted someone who would challenge him and even question his decisions And 'that' he had found in this woman. “I like you,” he said advancing closer to her. “What can I do to make you forgive me.”

It had been five years since my mate Ethan Blackwood secretly marked me. Then his brother, the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack, died in the territorial war. To become the next Alpha of Shadow Moon, Ethan inherited everything his deceased brother left behind. Including his widowed sister-in-law, Victoria. After every time Ethan shared Victoria's bed, he would hold me close and whisper reassurances: "Autumn, just wait a little longer. Once Victoria gets pregnant, we'll have our Mating Ceremony!" This was the pack's only requirement for him to inherit the Alpha position. In the six months since returning to Shadow Moon territory, Ethan had gone to Victoria's chambers countless times. From once a month in the beginning, to now almost every other day. Finally, after countless nights of sitting alone until dawn, news came that Victoria was pregnant. But along with this announcement came another—Ethan and Victoria would be holding their Mating Ceremony. "Mommy, is someone having a Mating Ceremony here?" my daughter asked. I looked around at the stark contrast to our sparse living quarters. The main hall was filled with flowers and balloons. People bustled about outside, everyone joyfully preparing for their Mating Ceremony. I pulled my innocent daughter into my arms: "Yes, sweetheart. Your father is having a Mating Ceremony with someone he loves, which means it's time for us to leave." Ethan didn't know that we wolves of the Silver Crescent Pack never cared about so-called Mating Ceremonies. In Silver Crescent, female wolves were revered. My mother was the current Alpha, and I only needed to bear an heir to the pack to inherit her position. I dialed a number I hadn't called in five years: "Mother, I already have an heir now. I'm ready to come home and claim your Alpha position."

When Lucian found out that Georgina was set to be assassinated that day, he came to her rescue. But like all independent Dela Garza women, Georgina was as stubborn as a mule. Soon they found themselves tangled in a web full of foes... and in sheets like two bunnies in heat.

"I want you back, Arabelle, I still love you..." "I love you more than yesterday..." "And let me love you even more tomorrow!" Para iligtas ang buhay ng ina, pinili ni Arabelle De Diego na talikuran ang minamahal niyang si Logan Castillano at magpakasal sa bilyonaryong si Scott. Walang paliwanag, walang paalam. Isang sakripisyong nagpabago sa lahat. Limang taon ang lumipas, muling nagtagpo ang kanilang landas. Ngunit ang Logan na bumalik ay hindi na ang dating Logan—mayaman, makapangyarihan, at kasal sa kapatid ng asawa ni Ara. Puno ng pait, handa siyang iparamdam kay Ara ang bawat sakit na naramdaman niya, tapatan ang lahat ng kayang ibigay ng lalaking pinakasalan nito. Sa gitna ng mapanuksong pagtatagpo, muling nagliyab ang damdamin nila, nagbunga ng isang kasalanang hindi maitatago. Isang anak. Ngunit paano ipaglalaban ang isang pag-ibig na nakatali na sa iba, sa mundong puno ng sikreto, paghihiganti, at sakripisyo makakaya kaya nilang ipaglaban ang mga pangakong hindi na maari? O tuluyan nalang tanggapin na ang lahat sa kanila ay tapos na.

At the age of twelve, he lost his parents, and the only person left to care for him was cruel. He was given so many lashes that he feared his life was over. Iris found him one day when he was barely alive and took him in. And then he left her without saying goodbye. Salvatore Salcedo returns to the Philippines 20 years after his father's murder to get revenge. He need only kill Iris and deliver her severed head to Octavio Ocampo, Iris's father and the man he holds responsible for his own father's death. It was the perfect plan until Salvatore fell for her.

"Cool," she said, targeting my lips again but I dragged backward till I met a wall. The look of unreadiness and confusion dispersed around my gaze the more I tried to hide them. "umm...can we really do this here? I mean it's a classroom" I chuckled reluctantly. She stared into my eyes and her face told a lot. I didn't want to be that person just yet, I still wanted to spend more time with her. "fine, if you're not in the mood" she turned to go away. I couldn't stop my arm from holding her and dragging her close to me. I wish I could let her walk away. ********************************************** I met Zara first and she wasn't a twin wolf I picked up to have fun with. She was a human I wanted to have fun with. Even though she was a kind girl with a glistening beauty, I knew I would break her heart. No, that's what I thought until started to feel something deeper. I abandoned my task from the Luna and spent the weeks with her, playing football with humans in Mexico. The minute I thought to correct that, her twin sister, Clara showed up and worsen the scenario. Unlike Zara, Clara is a wolf and... my mate.

When my boyfriend came to my family home to ask for my hand in marriage, my sister-in-law, who was usually cold and aloof, became a completely different person. She flung her arm around me warmly and asked, “Cassie, who’s your favorite? This boyfriend or one of the dozen or so men that you’ve brought home before?” As I denied her accusation and interrupted her, she cheekily batted her eyelashes at my boyfriend and cooed, “Oh, yes, yes. Cassie has never brought another man home. You’re the lucky first!” In the midst of dinner, she deliberately took her own soiled underwear out of the bathroom, pinched her nose, and waved it around as she screeched, “Oh my goodness, Cassie! I know you don’t really care about hygiene, but we have guests today! How can you have no shame? It smells so bad!”

Vanessa De Luna would have never gone back to Russia if it weren't for her mother's funeral. They stopped talking when her mother's favorite godson stood her up on the altar without an explanation years ago. Now she's a successful singer in the Philippines with suitors left and right hoping to get her attention, and yet her stupid heart still beats for the same man-Konstantin Morozov. What Vanessa doesn't know is that her mother was murdered, and all evidence points to Stan, Konstantin's father. With everything that's happening around her while waiting for the reading of the will, Vanessa can feel that she's next. Konstantin seems to always know when to save her. His timing is impeccable. Is he an ally or a foe?

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God. They ran me out of the neighborhood . My life was over. Eighteen years later, Bella waltzed back into my life. A cheap thug with a fake Rolex dangled from her arm. She held my son, crocodile tears streaming down her face. She called me jealous. Accused me of stealing her flesh and blood. Of keeping a mother from her child. And my son? The one I bled myself dry for? The son I poured every last cent into, turning him into a brilliant painter? The son I starved for, so much that I ended up in a hospital bed? The moment he saw his "real" mother, he cast me aside without a second thought. "You pathetic, broke bitch!" he spat. "You stole everything from us! All the happiness that was supposed to be ours!" My parents threw me out like a dog. Bella's thug husband had his men corner me in the red-light district. They pinned me against a wall, their threats vile and clear: Never come back. I had no way out. I threw myself off the Brooklyn Bridge. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Eighteen years in the past. Then came the knock. Hell had found my door. I wasn’t going to be the fool who gave everything and got nothing. This time, I took control.

Being a sweet, gentle, obedient girl, and never voicing her thoughts is what Gretta Mikhaelovich has always done. Because of all her gentleness and how respectable she was in anyone's eyes, the nickname White Princess had been pinned on her. But bad luck befell her because of one careless night. She gave her virginity to a man she never expected. Behind the glitter of the city of New York, Gretta's twin—Gallena Mikhaelovich—is arranged to marry Nicholas de Sanctis. A Main Director of an airline company from Italy which is listed as the largest company in the World. He was a good man, generous and kind—at least in the eyes of everyone he forced them to see. But, Gretta knew better. Nicholas de Sanctis was a man who took advantage of her unconsciousness and then took her virginity Nicholas de Sanctis is nothing more than a ruthless mafia man, a demonic figure hiding behind his angelic handsome mask. His ruthlessness is as rugged as his inherent good looks and perfection. Gretta didn't like the guy, but that didn't stop her from always turning into glass grains when she was around him. Even though that man was her brother-in-law, and being one of the people she despised, other than her parents, Nicholas had always been by her side. Controls her after he finds out what side Gretta always hides behind everyone. Tell her they are the same. Loving his touch more than she realized. Controling her. Gretta may be the obedient White Princess on the outside, but she loves all the darkness that Nicholas introduces to her. After all, she tries not to fall for the guy. Because the lines of reality that are between them are so clear. Gretta wasn't going to let him ruin her life even more.