Cumplí Mi Condena, ¡ahora Ellos Me Sirven A Mí!

Cuando descubrí que estaba embarazada, Miguel Michaus gastó una fortuna en contratar a un médico de renombre para que me prescribiera medicamentos para proteger al bebé. Él, que jamás fue creyente, se arrodilló en una iglesia durante horas, rogando que yo pudiera dar a luz sana y salva. —Amor, has sufrido mucho. Cuando nazca el bebé, te lo voy a compensar como te lo mereces. Ese mismo día, por accidente, contesté una llamada en su lugar. —Señor Michaus, tal como indicó, a los medicamentos de la señora ya se les añadió el fármaco esterilizante. Cuando llegue el momento, el bebé nacerá sin vida. En cambio, el hijo de la señorita López está perfectamente sano; nacerá sin complicaciones y se convertirá en el heredero del Grupo Michaus. La señora Santerbás no notará nada, ni se dará cuenta; no se verá afectada su relación con usted. Esté tranquilo. Bajé la mirada hacia mi vientre abultado. Jamás imaginé que su amor fuera tan falso. Así que ya no tenía nada que me retuviera. Firmé los papeles del divorcio y elegí marcharme.

Me metí en una novela. Y no como la protagonista ni como la villana, sino como una extra bonita, sin nombre, de esas que solo aparecen de fondo para rellenar escenas. El problema es mi hermano mayor: de todos los personajes, es el único que se comporta como una persona normal, y justo por eso, en la novela lo pintan como el “amor imposible” de la protagonista: un dios frío, reservado, casi intocable, al que ella jamás logra conquistar. Cuando ella se le declara entre lágrimas, él responde que está estudiando. Cuando le promete entregarle todo, él dice que anda montando un negocio. Cuando ella se deja caer y se pierde entre galanes, él ya está en la cima, con un éxito brutal y diez mil millones de dólares al año. Yo, de verdad, pensé que iba a vivir en paz, sin deseos, sin tentaciones, así para siempre. Hasta que una noche, ya de madrugada, lo encontré con una prenda que yo reconocería en cualquier parte entre sus manos… y, en voz baja, casi obsesivo, repitiendo un nombre una y otra vez. Un nombre demasiado familiar, demasiado cercano.

Anim na taon na ang nakalipas mula nong magpakasal si Amelia kay Dante. She devoted herself to her husband and their daughter, Clara. Tiniis niya ang malamig na pakikitungo nito sa kaniya dahil naniniwala siyang mamahalin siya nito pabalik. Pero nagbago ang lahat ng natuklasan niya ang tinatago nitong sekreto. He has a mistress… living abroad. Habang pinapanood ni Amelia ang kanilang anak sa malamig na operating room ay nagdaraos naman ang asawa niya kasama ang ibang babae dahil nanalo ito ng isang international award. Dito niya na-realize na ang lahat ng kanyang sakripisyo at pagmamahal ay para lamang sa wala. Kaya naman nagdesisyon siyang pirmahan ang divorce paper. Hinawakan niya ang kamay ng anak at iniwan si Dante. Lumipas ang ilang taon at nagbago ang takbo ng kaniyang buhay. She’s not just a housewife anymore, she became a well-known personality in medicine. Ang kanyang mga research ay nai-publish sa mga prestihiyosong journals, at marami siyang natamong international awards. Nagniningning siya sa publiko at sa wakas ay binigyan niya ang sarili ng pagkakataong maging masaya at malaya. And just when she thought she had everything under control… biglang dumating si Dante. Lumuhod ito sa harapan niya at hinawakan ang kaniyang kamay. “Amelia… Please don’t leave me.” This time, it was his turn to beg.

Flinn was never meant to fall for her. The plan was simple: a fake engagement to help him seal a billion-dollar deal and protect Rosemary from the dangerous ex who won't let her breathe. She's his best friend's baby sister. Off-limits. A single mom with fire in her veins and walls around her heart. But from the moment she walks back into his life, everything changes. One kiss turns into a night. One lie turns into longing. And one fake ring sparks something real-raw, messy, and so damn forbidden. Flinn is a billionaire with a bad rep and a closet full of secrets. Rosemary is a survivor, too strong to beg, too broken to trust. But their chemistry? It's explosive. Now lines are blurred. Rules are shattered. Hearts are on the line. And when the truth comes out... it just might burn everything down. Enemies-to-lovers. Fake fiancés. Real heat. One brutal truth: nothing about this was ever pretend.

“Can I still be your executive assistant?” Narat asked, giving those cute puppy eyes. Kasit smirked. “Why? You want the job just to get close to me?” “No way,” Narat said quickly. “Even if I was a girl, you wouldn’t be my type.” Kasit’s eyes went big. “What? Do you know how many people want me?” Narat laughed. “They must be blind. I just need the job to pay you back.” Kasit lifted one eyebrow. “Okay, you get the job… but only on one condition.” “What condition?” “Marry me.” Narat woke up in a stranger’s bed. His head was empty. He remembered nothing from the night before. No clue how he got there. Both guys are straight. They only like women. But that night, something wild happened. Narat suffers from sleepwalking. That night, he sleepwalked right into Kasit’s life and into his bed. During the job interview, the CEO who requested to interview him personally turned out to be Kasit, the stranger he had a night with. Things got heated up for Narat,he got indebted to Kasit and needed money for his sister's hospital bill, Kasit offered him a deal to marry him… but it’s a trap. Kasit is mad about Narat’s turning him down and complicating his life. He plans revenge: make Narat fall in love,use him to avoid marrying Darika,then dump him. Narat has his own plan too:manipulate him,take the money he needs, then make Kasit hate him so he ends the marriage. Both think they will win this game of tricks and hidden feelings. But that one night already changed everything. Straight guys… now fighting new desires they can’t ignore. Who will break first? Who will win when hate turns to love?

"Is this what you wanted? On your knees, getting fucked by the man you should be calling 'Daddy'?" In the mirror, I'm on all fours. He flips my skirt up, one hand crushing my throat, the other slapping my ass raw as his massive cock slams into me without warning. I'm trembling so hard I can barely hold myself up. But he won't let me fall. "Ass up." He bends me over, his hand a firm pressure on my back. Lorenzo Vitale. The most feared mafia godfather in New York. He never gives an order twice. ** On my birthday, my boyfriend betrayed me for power—fucking Lorenzo's adopted daughter behind my back. They drugged me, sent me into a BDSM club to become Lorenzo's plaything, tried to destroy my reputation. What they didn't know? Twelve years ago, Lorenzo adopted the wrong girl. I'm the real mafia princess. Now he's begging for me back. But I've already fallen for the man I should be calling Daddy. I fantasized about being fucked by him—a forbidden desire I had no right to feel.

After an earthquake, my boyfriend chooses to save a manipulative woman who's closest to the door. I'm pinned to the floor by a cupboard, but he forgets all about me. I pass out from the pain. When I wake up, I discover that my right hand is now useless. My boyfriend apologizes to me. He tells me he was only thinking about saving a life. Later, my boyfriend is diagnosed with a terminal illness. I'm the only person in the world who can save him. He weeps and begs me for help, but I can't hold a scalpel anymore.

A year ago, Aveline Young found a man with amnesia on the side of the road and brought him home. This man was strikingly handsome, with broad shoulders, long legs, and a face that could easily earn a fortune in modeling. Aveline felt an embarrassing flutter in her heart and on a whim, they quickly got married. However, once the man recovered his memory, his first action was to divorce her, claiming he needed to go back and take over his family's business. Aveline was stunned but accepted the divorce, thinking that money was more important and that she shouldn't be tied to one man when there were plenty of younger options available. On the day they finalized their divorce, Aveline shocked everyone in Cloudflare City with a bold statement in the divorce papers: "He’s no good, so I got bored." Post-divorce, Aveline was never short of attention from young, attractive men. At one social event, a friend inquired whether she would ever consider reconciling. Aveline scoffed. "The one who brings up getting back together is a dog!" Late one night, her phone rang. "Who's this?" "Woof!"

I never expected my powers to cause my mate to lose his legs and now he hates me. How to get him back? It sounds fun not until I realise I'm pregnant with his baby and he hates me to the core and now, I have to pretend as a slave to be with him. A slave he destroys as he pleases and now, it's his turn to pursue me back!

I'm cursed with the most deadly spell of the werewolf pack—leaving me with only a month left to live. However, no one in my family knows about this. Ever since they'd adopted Natali Fisher, an orphan who greatly resembles my older sister, they've poured all their love and attention into her—and stopped caring about me. And at that very moment, I'm curled up in a corner of the woodshed, with blood steadily dripping from the corners of my lips. Dad, Mom, and my older brother, Kent Greene, probably think that I'm throwing another tantrum and am deliberately hiding from them. But that isn't the case this time. They are currently outside cooking Natali's favorite mushroom soup in the courtyard. Their happy laughter fills the air, painting the picture of a warm, loving family. Maybe I could even believe this is a happy family if I weren't about to die soon.