Divorced,the True Heiress Gets It All

Sushi "Sushmita Costales" is a smart, spoiled and heartless heir of Costales conglomerate. Her father thinks that she lacks heart and compassion towards other people. She doesn't believe in love and is willing to marry anyone who can be a great asset to her father's company. So her father decided to send her off in a small town in Guimaras, kung saan nakatira ang isang malapit na kaibigan ng ama niya para turuang makisama at mamuhay ng simple. She will then marry the man her father had chosen for her when she comes back. Sushi meets the one and only grandson of her father's friend, Pierce Kyries Allede o mas kilala bilang Pier. Pier, is the opposite of a prince charming or any elite bachelor in the city. He was undeniably poor and simple. The guy doesn't even dress well, halos paulit-ulit lang ang damit nito. Hindi gusto ni Sushi ang pagiging friendly nito sa kanya. He's a commoner in all aspects. Even his well-toned physique and handsome face couldn't hide the fact that Peir couldn't pass as collateral damage. At bakit kumakabog nang mabilis ang puso niya kapag tinititigan siya nito at hinahawakan sa kamay? God, he's poor! She must be out of her mind.

Amelia Bennet never wanted to steal her sister Kathrine’s mate, but when Alpha Logan mistakenly marked her, Kathrine left the pack in fury, and Amelia was forced to step in as the perfect “Luna Kathrine.” Pregnant and hiding the truth from Logan, Amelia’s life spiraled further when her mother died. Kathrine returned for the funeral, determined to reclaim everything she had lost, leaving Amelia rejected and betrayed. Seeking refuge with Logan’s rival pack, Amelia resolved to embrace a new life—but Logan refused to let her go…

"Does my son fuck you this good? No? Then take this dick like the good girl you are." My father-in-law had me bent over the kitchen counter, hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my moans, while his son—my husband—called my name from upstairs... *** You think you know what you're getting into? You don't have a fucking clue. This isn't some tasteful romance where the camera pans away. This is the raw, uncut, NC-17 version of your filthiest 3 AM fantasies—the ones you'd never admit to anyone, not even yourself. We're talking Daddies who don't ask permission because you already gave it with those desperate eyes. Men old enough to be completely off-limits but experienced enough to make you forget your own name. They'll bend you over their desk, fuck you silent at family dinner, and make you call them Daddy while reminding you how young, and tight you are. Trigger warnings? Everything here is designed to trigger you. Age gaps that'll get you disowned. Rough hands leaving fingerprint bruises on your hips. Choking that blurs your vision while he calls you his perfect little slut. Public sex in places you'll never see the same way. Getting passed around because one man isn't enough. These men don't make love—they fuck, claim, own. They'll use every hole like it belongs to them because it does. Degrade and worship you in the same breath. Call you their dirty girl while balls deep making you scream. Now be a good girl, turn the fucking page, and let Daddy show you what you've been missing.

The night I find out I'm pregnant, my family's villa suddenly goes up in flames. I endure the suffocating smoke and run the risk of being disfigured as I run to my son's bedroom. However, it's empty. Just then, I hear his excited exclamations outside the window. "Monica, you look so cool when putting out fires! I bet you'll get first place in this upcoming Firefighter Challenge!" I'm about to head downstairs to lecture him when a wall collapses and crushes me. As I drift in and out of consciousness, I hear my stern, stoic husband praise Monica Sloan for her courage. If I'm guessing correctly, my husband and son have started this fire to please her. I stare at the door, which is so close and yet so far. I send out one final text before dying of asphyxiation.

Almost losing the woman she thought was her mother, Cherry seeks many ways to pay for her Mother's surgery but couldn't get any help. She had no choice but to agree to go into a contract marriage with her boss, the ruthless and arrogant billionaire CEO of the Alphonso construction company, Leonard Alphonso. They fell in love within six months of the one-year contract and lived happily from that moment until Leonard offered her a divorce paper claiming he ran out of love for her; which she vehemently refused. Later on, she had no choice but to sign the divorce papers after Leonard had already put her in a tight condition. Being pregnant and helpless, she left his house and that was when she found out that she is the heiress to a billionaire fortune. Cherry becomes successful, powerful, and independent. Leonard eventually regretted his action and sought many ways to get her back. But will Cherry give Leonard a second chance after being betrayed by the first man she had ever loved?

Pinagkatiwalaan. Minahal. Pero tinraydor. Gumuho ang mundo ni Dari nang mahuli niyang magkasama sa kama ang kanyang asawa at kakambal. Sa sakit at galit, tumakas siya sa gabing puno ng dalamhati—at natagpuan ang sarili sa bisig ng isang estranghero. Si David Kranleigh, isang bilyonaryong CEO. Isang gabing dapat ay malimutan. Pero hindi iyon basta nawala. Sa pagtatangkang magsimulang muli, isang trahedya ang tuluyang sumira sa kanya—isang aksidenteng nagdulot ng kanyang pagkabulag. Wala nang saysay ang lahat. Hanggang sa muntik na siyang sumuko… at isang pamilyar na tinig ang pumigil sa kanya. Si David. Hindi siya nito nakalimutan. At sa pagkakataong ito, hindi na siya nito hahayaang mawala. Upang iligtas siya mula sa mga traydor, pineke ni David ang kanyang pagkamatay at dinala siya sa Australia para magpagamot. Limang taon ang lumipas. Ngayon, hindi na siya ang dating Dari Wilson. Bumalik siya sa mismong anibersaryo ng kanyang pekeng pagkamatay—hindi bilang biktima, kundi bilang isang babaeng uhaw sa hustisya. Sisirain niya ang mga taong sumira sa kanya. Babawiin niya ang lahat ng ninakaw sa kanya. Ngunit isang sagabal ang hindi niya inaasahan—si David. Ang lalaking hindi sumuko sa kanya. Ang lalaking handang ipaglaban siya. Pero kaya ba niyang pigilan ang galit ni Dari? Sa laban ng pag-ibig at paghihiganti, sino ang mananalo?

Following her bestfriend's death, a revenge-driven heiress decided to ruin the life of her bestfriend's ex-fiancé by forcibly marrying him. They loathe each other and falling in love inside the arranged marriage is out of their plans; but fate rules the affairs of mankind with no recognizable order. How are they going to admit their love towards each other? What would transpire if they discovered each other's darkest desires and motives? Does love really conquer all or sometimes, love isn't just enough?

“You welcomed me into your empire, thinking I was one of you. But I’m not here to inherit your name—I’m here to bury it.” Hannah Hawke has spent her life hidden behind a mask of quiet resilience. When her father is murdered by a powerful, wealthy family, she plunges into a web of despair, lies, betrayal, and unexpected romance with Theodore Devereaux—the powerful billionaire son of the very woman she’s meant to destroy. Assuming a new identity, she infiltrates the empire, determined to expose its darkest secrets. Along her path of vengeance, Hannah must become the very thing she never expected: an impostor. With enemies closing in, Hannah must become the master of the very game created to destroy her. Will she get the vengeance she solely desired or be consumed by her false facade?

"Saffron, I asked you a question. What happened to your dress?" Atlas asked again like he cared. Why was he calling her name like they were pals? How did he even know her name? This was the first time in seven years that they talked. Atlas isn't one to care about mere workers in the mansion, let alone commit their names to memory. So why her? Ignoring Atlas was not an option, so she parted her lips. "I–" Saffron was about to lie her way through when she caught sight of Caspian walking over. "Talk to me! Did Caspian do this to you?!" Atlas frowned and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look his way. "How did–" so this was it? Atlas orchestrated last night's incident? He set her up! Now Caspian would think she was involved with Atlas! There's no way for her to prove her innocence anymore... "Ahh!" Saffron cried out loud and moved back with her rear hitting the wall. She slid down slowly until she was sitting on the floor, bawling her eyes out. "I'm just an insignificant Chef who is only here to work, please I beg you, let me live… waaah… I want to live…!" She continued crying as she lamented sorrowfully like she was already having her last minute of life. Caspian walked past without acknowledging any of them with a mere glance. After he ambled out of the corridor, Atlas moved away and glared condescendingly at Saffron, "Don't think too highly of yourself. You've served your purpose. You were a mere pawn." ... Saffron, a Chef who wanted nothing but a simple life, ended up becoming a pawn in a life and death's game for three brothers. However, time will tell if she's a pawn, or the Queen on the chess board.

They were my brother’s best friends—the HawkThorne brothers. Wealthy, ruthless, and filthy enough to make the whole city drop to its knees. I was the good girl once. The perfect wife. Until my husband had sex with half my office and shoved me into an open marriage I never asked for. One night at a bar was supposed to be my rebellion—a dirty little secret to make me forget. I never expected to run into them. Six years had made them look harder, darker, and so much hotter. I shouldn’t have let them touch me. Shouldn’t have let them ruin me against a bathroom sink with their filthy mouths and rough hands. Three men. One night. No promises. But the eldest HawkThorne pressed a card into my palm before I could slip away. I thought I could handle them. Thought I could survive their obsession. Now I’m learning there’s no such thing as just sex with the HawkThorne brothers. They don’t share. They claim. They corrupt. And they’re coming for every last filthy piece of me.