Dumping My Fiancé For His Uncle

Maya runs away from home, escaping an arranged marriage to an unfamiliar city-Chicago. Attacked and robbed of everything, she's left with nothing-no money, no safety, no hope. When a strip club poster catches her eye, Maya makes a decision: one night on stage could earn her enough for a room, maybe even a way to survive. Instead, she meets Roman Volkov. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Roman is the Mafia boss who owns the city's underworld. He makes her an offer: one night with him, and she'll have more money than she knows what to do with. It should be simple. Just a deal. Just one night in Chicago with a man she'll never see again. But when the sun rises, Maya learns the truth: No one spends just one night with Roman Volkov.

One day before my wedding, my fiancé, Tristan, declared, “you can no longer be my bride." The reason? My sister, Victoria, had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Her dying wish was for me to give up my place as the bride, so she could marry my fiancé instead. And Tristan agreed without hesitation. He even turning on me, "How can you be so heartless? She's your own sister!" The mocking smiles from my sister and the righteous anger from my fiancé left me broken. Little did I know, I would turn to the man I never anticipated—Rowan, my fiancé's uncle. He was the true power behind the family. Rumored to be ruthless, politically powerful, and never interested in women. However, I had never expected that he would took me in his arms tightly."Don't leave me."

His eyes burned, his voice dripping low but sharper than a knife. “I will do whatever, whatever it takes, Leylla. And if I fail, I would rather take my own life than see you become my stepmother!” She squared her shoulders, then let out a devilish, cold smirk. Her voice dripped raw, devoid of any warmth. “If that happens, Vincent, I will gladly descend your casket into the base of your grave with my own hands.” _____________________________________________________________________ He was her greatest love, one that she had held on to as if it were her own precious life. But he took it all for granted, used her, and when he was done, he dumped her for her only friend. Shattered and confused, Leylla bumped into a strange, breathtaking sugar daddy. He gave her an offer that she couldn't resist: a one-night stand. But the morning after, she discovered that the man she had slept with was none other than her ex's father and the senior surgeon at the hospital. And because fate always has a wicked way of exposing the truth, their affair comes to light, and a scandal explodes. Now, her ex would rather die than see her become his stepmother, while his father is willing to lose everything for her. A love once sweet,turned sour. Two lovers, turned into mortal rivals. Sweet promises, turned into dangerous, life-threatening threats. And threats? They are starting to turn real, one by one. And finally, death???

[MATURE CONTENT R-18] Two cousins. An enormous inheritance. Two conditions. And a six-month deadline. Declan Laxamana, a self made billionaire at the age of twenty-seven, encountered a predicament regarding his grandfather’s last will. Don Carlos Laxamana, the patriarch of the Laxamana Real Estate Companies, passed away with a ridiculous conditions on his will that Declan, and his cousin Crem Laxamana has to abide before they could get their hands on the enormous inheritance the late Don left. Declan has no desire with his grandfather’s fortune as he has made his own name in the business industry and is a billionaire himself, but a property verbally given to him by Don Carlos Laxamana is at stake. Secret Cliente Resort, a private island in Batanes that Declan developed and is famous among the business elite might fall in the hands of Hideo Laxamana, the adopted grandson of the late Don Carlos, along with his position as COO if the conditions of the will are not met. What is he willing to do for the inheritance that is rightfully his?

Princess Symphony Tejana came from an average and simple family, she's being hate by her own mother dahil sya ang sinisi nito sa pagkamatay ng kanyang ama. Kinailangan nyang suportahan ang sarili upang makapagtapos ng pag-aaral sa kabila ng pait ng kanyang kapalaran. Mabuti na lamang at palaging nasa tabi nya si Arc, ang kanyang bestfriend. Archie Damian Esquivel, a hot bachelor at his age, he's been very obidient to his parents. Ngunit dumating ang puntong nagsawa na syang sundin ang kagustuhan ng mga ito, dahil kahit na ang pagpili ng kanyang mapapangasawa ay pinanghimasukan na ng mga ito, kaya naman napilitan syang umalis sa poder nila at iwan ang karangyaan. He lived independently at naging masaya sya kasama ang matalik na kaibigan. Ngunit tila napasukan ng masamang hangin ang utak ng kanyang kaibigan. She wants to have a child, but don't want to have a relationship with any man. At sya pa talaga ang pinapahanap nito ng lalaking pwedeng makasama hindi lamang isang gabi, kundi hanggang sa makabuo ito ng sanggol sa sinapupunan nito. Will he allow the craziness she had in her mind? Papabayaan nya bang basta na lamang anakan ng kung sino ang babaeng pinahahalagahan nya na higit pa sa sariling kapatid? Dahil sa pag-aalala sa kabaliwan na naisip ni Pris ay nawalan sya ng choice kundi i-offer ang sarili sa dalaga. It would be better kung sa kanya manggagaling ang semilyang itatanim dito. Magtatagumpay ba ang kanilang gagawin para sa sariling kapakanan ni Pris? Kung magkakaanak nga sila, Is he willing to be treated only as co parent? No strings attached. Papayag ba sya sa gusto nito na angkinin ang anak na sarili nya lamang, mula sa apelyido hanggang sa pagbuhay dito? As if he never contributed anything to their child?

"Don't deny it. You want it." Killian said to me, stroking the nape of my neck with his thumb. His face is so close to mine and I forgot to breathe. I gasped when he pushed my dress higher, revealing my thighs to him and let his hands rest between my thighs. I tilted my head to the side to avoid his lustful gaze, penetrating deep into my soul. "Your body craves it." He said, firing kisses down my neck till his lips touched my hard, naked nipples. That sent shivers down my spine. My body erupted with goosebumps and I exhaled sharply. I want to speak, but I can't. He has that much effect on me. His tongue played with my nipples and I mewled. That felt so good. "You want me as much as I want you." He whispered with his lips pressed on my skin. I shouldn't be doing this. I know I should stay away from this man but how can I when he invades my thoughts daily? When he's the only one my body wants. It's frustrating because no matter how hard I try, I can't say no to him. And I am this close to making the worst mistake of my life. I swallowed, trying to fathom the words out.His fingers brushed my core and I jerked forward, pressing my body on his. "I don't want you." "You're lying." He said, playing with the strap of my thong with a lazy finger. My eyes rolled back in my socket with pleasure. I am lying but he's making it so hard. "We shouldn't be doing this, Killian." Killian? Do I really have the right to call him that? "Give me one reason why and I won't touch you." "Because you're my best friend's Fiance."

The day before the wedding, my fiancé James's childhood sweetheart had a severe depressive episode. Threatening to take her own life, she demanded the destruction of the wedding gown my grandmother had painstakingly made for me before her passing. To calm her down, James locked me in a room and stayed by her side, helping her cut the gown into shreds. Amid the mess, he spoke indifferently. "Be reasonable. It's just a wedding gown. Do you want to see her die?" Later, James's hot uncle approached me, asking me to carry on the family lineage. I nodded in agreement. But James, with reddened eyes, confronted me. "Are you really going to have his child? Have you completely given up on me?" Covering my slightly rounded belly, I replied, "Be reasonable. It's just a child. He’s your uncle. Do you want to see him with no heir to carry on the family name?”

“No..No.. No .. please pardon me… I will improve.. please don't do this to me, I beg you” she tried to wiggling in his clutch.He put her hand on a hot pan. She cried in pain. As soon as realization hit him he left it immediately and regretted how he let the devil run up to his mind. In a world of betrayal, Sophia goes through many twists which have led her to this stage of her life. Asher Adams, the ruthless business man sets up a marriage for revenge. Sophia feels herself trapped in a toxic marriage where promises of a bright future turns out to be an abusive affair including:mental, physical, and emotional. The same person that had always promised her the sky and stars, now treated her badly. Sophia faces betrayal, the humiliation by being just a slave in her house, and the pain of finding another woman in her husband's arms and having more right on him than her. Asher's grip on her ,however, slowly turns down as Sophia finds herself reconciled with her former best friend, Madison. She didn't utter a single word against him until she found an opportunity to raise her voice, as she decided to make him taste his own medicine. As Sophia unravels Asher's hateful motives and cruelty, she finds the strength to confront him and find the truth. Sophia finds the courage to overcome her fears and discovers the truth behind the mask of love. The closer she comes to the truth which has the power to transform her life and set her free of the burden of a toxic marital bond.

Just before my wedding, my fate mate, my Alpha fiancé, Micheal, stripped me of my wedding dress—our wedding dress—and handed it to his mistress, Becky Porter. Not only that, but he locked me in the dressing room like some rabid wolf he needed to contain. "Becky has a terminal illness.She just wants to experience being a bride before she dies." I lunged forward, my wolf howling inside me. Alpha's strength pressed against mine, his dominance forcing my muscles to lock. My claws twitched, itching to break free. "You bastard!" I snarled, my breath ragged. Micheal barely blinked. Instead, he let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head . "She’s dying, and you can’t even show a little compassion?" His tone dripped with disappointment, as if I were the villain here. "You’re only losing a wedding, but Becky… Becky is losing her dreams and her life."

"Nyla, stop being dramatic. Raise Jordyn's baby, and I'll come home for dinner once a month." Those were the terms Clark Summer offered his wife after she discovered his affair. When Nyla demanded a divorce, Clark laughed in her face, treating her pain like a childish tantrum. "You love me too much to leave," he scoffed, convinced she was nothing without him. He was wrong. Nyla didn’t just leave; she leveled up. She walked into a bar and set her sights on Damon Summer—Clark’s estranged, ruthless, and terrifyingly handsome uncle. Clark is losing his grip on the company and his sanity, consumed by jealousy as he watches his "boring" wife shine beside his powerful uncle. He stands in the rain, begging for a second chance, but Nyla only has one question left for him: "You chose the mistress. Why are you crying now that I’ve chosen someone else?"