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On Valentine's Day, I paid in full for a sports car and gave it to my wife as a gift. But when my wife arrived at the private dining restaurant, she brought her parents—and her childhood sweetheart—along with her. The moment my mother-in-law saw it, she slammed her hand on the table, furious. "Tyler, do you have so much money that it's burning a hole in your pocket? Is all this really necessary just for a meal? "Megan pinches every penny at home, and here you are throwing money around outside—just to show off?" Embarrassed, I tried to explain that this was simply a token of my love for Megan. My father-in-law, however, kept a stern face. "No matter how expensive the car is, it's still going to get stuck in traffic during rush hour! It's not even as useful as the electric scooter Brandon gave her. If you ask me, you didn't put any real thought into this. "Oh, right. I heard the salesperson who sold you the car was introduced by Brandon. How exactly are you planning to repay that favor? No matter how busy you are with work, you can't just push everything onto Brandon to handle for you." I could hear the hidden meaning behind his words. So that was what this was really about. They were still holding a grudge because a week ago, when my father-in-law had twisted his back, I hadn't gone to the hospital to visit him. But at the time, I had been busy cleaning up the mess Brandon Hayes had caused for the company. I'd even kept him out of prison. Yet, instead of gratitude, they were turning the blame on me. After a long silence, my wife finally looked at me. "Tyler, transfer ten percent of the company's shares to Brandon as repayment." "And if I don't?" My father-in-law barked angrily, "Then I'll have Megan divorce you!" I laughed. Then I calmly pulled a divorce agreement from my pocket and placed it on the table. "Go ahead," I said. "Sign it."

"Isabella you need to marry Alexander." said her father she blinked then composing herself she said "Why?" her father's eyes narrowed "What do you mean why?" said her father with a raised voice she flinched slightly but then she looked opposite to her chair and looked her sworn enemy who tormented her in high school just for her attention and now he won't even decline this he looked calm and composed in his cold demeanor. she can't even recognize him what has he become Alexander Morozov a cold twenty-seven years old billionaire and now she has to marry him she couldn't control it and stood up looked at her father coldly and said, "respectfully I decline father, I won't marry Alexander," she said with venomous voice and then she looked into alexander eyes which was already boring holes into her. And without listening to her father she started walking toward the exit. "Isabella, I'm your father don't forget I gave you the COO position in this company. In the future, you will become the CEO." said her father coldly he knows how much she is working hard for this company and she couldn't decline him because that's the last precious thing of her late mother. "You're Blackmailing me Father." she said blankly her heart hurt "I'm doing this For you my daughter," he said without emotion. She scoffed and said, "Don't blame me for the consequences." with that, she left her father's office. Her father looked at her best friend's son. But Alexander's eyes were glued to the door which she left. There was something in his eyes that Isabella's father couldn't read. one thing was sure he was obsessed with her since high school. was this the only reason to bully her or there was something else too? Authoraeraa14_

*** I was complete but useless, when I met him. He was my saviour that time. He enlightened me and gave meaning to my useless life. He became my happiness but at the same time my sadness, that turns out to be my nightmare. I thought that he will be my first and last, but I'm wrong 'coz it's just lust. I gave everything to him, my life, my body and also my heart but he broke it. I was so dumb and became useless again but the worst part is he made me feel so loved but left me afterwards. Nung unang kita niya sa akin para akong isang bimpo na madumi na kanyang ni linisan at inalagaan... But after that, things turns upside down... Nagising na lamang ako ng mag isa at doon ko lang din na realized na panandalian lamang ang lahat. Sana pala hindi na niya ako pinulot pa kung mas malala pala ang huling babagsakan ko. Ang O.A ba ng explanation ko? O.A na kung O.A. But, you can't blame me. Nasaktan ako, nag dusa at nag tiis sa sakit ng iniwan niya ko. Wala siyang tinira pati ata ang kaluluwa ko dala niya. He left me hanging while falling apart. Lahat ng saya noong na kasama ko siya ay na palitan ng isang milyon na sakit nung iwan niya ako. Para akong lobo na bigla na lang binitawan pag katapos pag sawaan. Yes. That's me, the EX- Wife of that monster Zeke Ethan Harmes. I want to know the reasons why he throw me? Why he left me dumbfounded? I need an explanation. I need his acceptable reason. I need him and I love him. Pero mas gusto alamin kung minahal niya ba ako o ginamit niya lang ako para sa yaman?

I am the wife of Anthony Caster, don of the mafia family in New York. When I was nine months pregnant, he brought a woman named Evelyn Graves into the manor, claiming she’d saved his life. That was the day my nightmare began. She put something in my food. Next thing I knew, I was doubled over in pain. And she had the nerve to blame it on me—said I was being reckless with what I ate. She lost her footing and fell down the stairs, but she told everyone I was the one who shoved her. Every day, she’d cry in front of Anthony about how saving him had left her wounded and unable to bear children, how seeing a pregnant woman broke her heart. But the moment she turned to me, the tears were gone, replaced by a cold smile. “As long as I’m here,” she whispered, “your babies will never be born.” Anthony was convinced I was jealous of her. He locked me away in the abandoned attic of the manor and said, “Reflect on your actions and stop bullying Evelyn.” On the first day they shut me in, the contractions began. I screamed, I begged, I banged on the door. The butler heard me and went to inform Anthony. He said, “Amelia, your due date is three days away. Stop putting on an act. Three days in a snowstorm and you came out fine. This? You can handle this.” On the second day, my water broke. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my fingernails digging into the cracks of the wall, blood spilling all over the floor. The butler went to Anthony again. Evelyn said, “Anthony, she’s making all that noise because she wants you to feel sorry for her and let her out. If you give in now, she’ll only grow more reckless later.” He believed her. On the third day, I stopped screaming. Anthony thought I had finally learned my lesson, unaware that I had already died from the difficult labor. When he finally opened that door, all he would find was my rotting, putrid body.

When I was seven years old, my younger brother went into anaphylactic shock after sneaking a handful of peanuts. Outside the emergency room, my mother slammed my head against the wall over and over, her face twisted with rage. "If you had been watching him like you were supposed to be, this never would have happened! You should be the one with a ruptured stomach, not him!" After that, whenever my brother so much as caught a cold, my mother forced me to eat spoiled leftovers as punishment. I once prepared an elaborate feast. She flipped the entire table and made me crawl on the floor to lick it clean. When I said I wanted to study culinary arts, she poured hot oil over my hands. My father wanted to send me to vocational school to learn a trade, but my mother clutched my brother to her chest and wailed. "She destroyed her brother's health! She owes him a lifetime of service!" When I was fifteen, my brother's gluttony cost my father an important business deal. I took the blame without even being asked, and the furious client forced me to drink more than half a gallon of hard liquor. By the time I was sent home with a bleeding stomach, my father had already scolded my brother. My mother took out her anger on me instead, slapping me so hard my ears rang and my vision went dark at the edges. "You useless thing! You should’ve choked to death at that table! I get sick just looking at you!" I coughed up black blood. From my pocket, I pulled out a piece of sour candy that had gone soft and sticky. It was the only treat my mother had ever given me with a smile, back before my brother's allergic reaction. I put the candy in my mouth and swallowed it down with the taste of stomach acid. The candy was so sour it made my throat burn. Whatever came next, I just hoped I would not have to be my family’s garbage disposal again.

Being the only daughter of the Calhoun family, a mafia family in Merovia, I am doted on like a princess. This changes when I turn 18, when Mom dies. On the way back from a family meeting, the car blows up, and Mom shields me beneath her. Even as she lies in a pool of blood, her gaze is tender as she says to me, "Don't blame yourself, sweetheart. I love you." Still, after Mom's death, everyone in the family starts blaming me for what happened, including Dad and my older brother, William Calhoun. I go from being the princess of the family to the jinx that everyone hates. Soon after that, Dad brings home a new adopted daughter, Juliet Calhoun. William favors her and detests me. Even my childhood sweetheart, Shawn Kramer, takes a liking to her and ignores me. Dad says his new adopted daughter is way better than his biological one. They all agree to attend my college graduation ceremony. But on the day, they end up taking Juliet onto our family's yacht and holding a cocktail party out on the water to celebrate the official addition of a new family heir. This is the 100th time they ditch me for her. Unable to stop myself from an emotional breakdown, I cry out, "I'm the one who's related to you by blood!" Dad shields Juliet, who backs away from me out of fear. Then, he slaps me on the face. "I wish I'd never had you." "Who wants to have a younger sister like you? I wish you'd died with Mom!" William roars in contempt. This time, I've decided to let it all go. I call Aunt Marissa, Mom's sister. She's the founder and a therapist at MindCare Treatment Center. "Come here. This is your home now." I know that Mom's death was a conspiracy. This isn't just me leaving, but withdrawing myself from the family entirely. I hope that the next time I meet the Calhouns, there won't be tears on my end. Instead, judgment will befall them.

TRIGGER WARNING This contains consensual BDSM dynamics, explicit adult scenes, and detailed references to intimate acts and toys. Intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised. I'm Bianca Reyes, 22 yrs.old, full of dreams and innocence, virgin, walang karanasan sa mundo ng desire. Excited akong mag-apply sa Sovereign Seduction, ang company ni Renzo Valderama, pantasya ng lahat. Dala ko ang aking sketches, designs na puno ng Filipino touch, pero hindi ko inexpect na ang unang hakbang ko sa Valderama Towers ay magiging gateway sa isang obsessive nightmare at thrill. Pagpasok ko sa room, nakaharap ko siya..si Renzo, matangkad, dominant, eyes almost chasing my soul. "Strip," utos niya, bago ko ma-realize, naka-cuff na ako sa couch, kamay niya sa zipper ko, hawak ang sex toy na nagpapakaba sa akin. Halos magpumiglas ako, yung init ng tingin niya, yung hininga niya sa leeg ko, awakening something dark inside me. Wrong room, wrong time, pero bakit parang right ito? Humiliated, I walked out, yet his offer... eighty thousand... Enough for therapy ni Mommy Edith, tuition ni Diane, kaya nagpasakop ako. "My terms," sabi niya, at nagsimula ang erotic journey. Sa fittings, hinahawakan niya ako, introducing toys na nagpapaexcite sa buong katawan ko, edible sprays na dinidilaan niya mula sa dibdib ko pababa, BDSM ropes na nagbibigkis sa amin sa obsessive pleasure. From innocent sketches to designs full of fire, harnesses, sheer lingeries hit famous worldwide. Pero challenges come: Si Valeria, jealous bitch, sabotaging me; si Anthony, trying to steal me; family struggles na nakakadurog ng puso. Yet, with Renzo, our sex is thrilling, adventurous jets, obsessions, devouring each other hanggang umiyak ako sa ecstasy. He falls for me, possessive, but I evolve into fierce, dominant, owning him. Now, I'm the Queen of Seduction.But what if our love becomes our ultimate test?

My older sister, Jovina Valenti, catches the eye of the cold and ruthless mafia Don, Carlo Laguardia. However, she fears the danger that arises out of his identity and wants to go abroad to pursue a passionate romance. On the day Carlo sends his men to retrieve her, she drugs my drink and sends me to Carlo. After that, she leaves the country and disappears completely. I, Nerissa Valenti, am forced to become Carlo's wife. He treats me as nothing more than a pet. Despite being married, I ignore Carlo's existence and treat him as if he were invisible. He, on the other hand, continues to make me his pet. When he's pleased with me, he shows me affection. But when I upset him, what awaits me is either cold neglect or harsh reproach. After eight years of this, one day, Carlo suddenly orders that I be locked inside the freezing ice house. I tremble from the cold. When I see Jovina at his side, I realize belatedly that she has, for some reason, decided to return to the country. The first thing she does upon her return is seek Carlo out and lie to him that I drugged myself back then to take her place. Consequently, she was heartbroken and decided to go overseas. Jovina stresses that because of my interference, they spent eight long years being apart from each other. From that moment on, there isn't a trace of emotion left in Carlo's eyes when he looks at me. Under the excuse of visiting me, Jovina comes to the ice house and tampers with the settings. She puts the cold air on full blast at the lowest temperature. "Don't blame me for this, Nerissa. As long as you're alive, my lie will be exposed sooner or later," she says ruthlessly. I don't even last half a day before freezing to death miserably. When I open my eyes again, I return to the day Jovina first catches Carlo's attention. This time, I take the initiative to say, "Jovina, go abroad and look for your true love. I'll marry Carlo in your place." This time, the one Carlo loves will be me.

"Whether you like it or not! You need to abort the baby! I don't need your fucking mercy Iris! You don't have to project yourself as a victim!" Nanlilisik ang mga mata ni Lucas habang nakatitig sa akin. Gusto niya akong burahin sa kaniyang mga mata. Isang basura ang tingin niya sa'kin. Isang maruming asawa. "Pagkatapos mong makuha ang lahat? Ito ang gagawin mo? Ipapalaglag mo ang bata? Wala kang puso. Wala kang awa. Hayop." Hinampas ko si Lucas sa dibdib ng aking mga kamay. Galit ang nararamdaman ko sa kaniya. Niloko niya ako. Ginawa niya akong tanga. Pinaglaruan niya ang nararamdaman ko. Umiiyak lamang ako habang pinapalo ko siya sa dibdib. Gusto siyang saktan. Gusto ko siyang paluin ng mga kamay ko para magising siya sa katotohanan. Wala akong magawa kundi ang hampasin si Lucas sa dibdib habang umiiyak ako. Ang sakit-sakit ng ginawa niya. Isang bagay ang tingin niya sa'kin, na pagkatapos niyang gamitin at pagsawaan ay itapon na lamang. Walang halaga ang pagkababae ko para sa kaniya. Marahas niyang pinigilan ang mga kamay ko. Nangingilid lamang ang mga luha ko. Parang pinipiga ang puso ko nang mga sandaling ito. I thought he is my happily ever after? But I was wrong! The man I adored was hurted me. He broke my heart after all. "Stop being fool Iris. Nothing can blame but you. Dahil ginusto mo ang nangyari sa atin. Ikaw ang may kagustuhan ng lahat," Nanlaki ang mga mata ni Lucas sa akin dahil sa galit. Pagkamuhi ang nararamdaman ng puso niya para sa akin. Agad akong sinakal ni Lucas sa leeg. Napahawak ako sa braso niya. Nakatingala lamang ako sa kaniya, hindi makahinga. Pumapatak ang mga luha ko. "You need to abort the baby. You will do it to protect my identity Iris."

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life. And in the end, I chose to forgive him. Several months later, he crashed into a guardrail while answering a phone call, causing me to miscarry. The injury left me unable to conceive for life. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his voice choked with remorse. "Darling, I don't deserve you. I'm so sorry… We don't need children. We have each other, isn't that enough?" One day, I went to bring him lunch, only to find him in the next hospital room, cradling and feeding the woman he swore he'd never see again. "She's too weak to eat by herself," he said. "She has early-stage stomach cancer. There's no one else to take care of her… she's all alone." I chose to believe him. Again. Until one day, a pair of twins appeared in our home. Sophie Dixon knelt before me, wearing the postpartum gown he had once lovingly picked out for me, clutching my hand with tears streaming down her face. "It's all my fault. Please don't blame Jaxon. If you say the word, I'll leave with the children immediately." Jaxon grabbed my other hand, desperation thick in his voice. "Lauren, you've always been the kindest person I know. The children are still so young. How could Sophie possibly raise them alone? You wouldn't be that cruel… would you?" I looked down at the hands gripping mine from both sides, and suddenly, I laughed. "Jaxon, let's get a divorce. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."