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IT'S A STORY ABOUT A RICH GIRL ANISHA D'SOUZA AND HER BODYGUARD MICHAEL ABEL. "Come show me what are you capable of ", Anisha D'Souza ordered attitudely moving her index finger indicating him to come closer to her. He obeyed silently with an emotionless face. "Take me in your embrace",She told him while doubting his masculine body which hid beneath his tight white shirt. He stood in front of her while rolling his long sleeves upto his elbows revealing prominent green veins. She couldn't help but intake a sharp breath finding his mere act hot but she masked her expressions quickly not wanting to admit. Because for her he is just a guard who is here to protect her ;when she pass out drunk , to accompany pubs for clearing crowds,to beat up the guys who lust her,to do anything to please her. He is nothing but her puppet. She is rude and he is humble. She treated him as puppet and he endured it with a brave smile. As the time passed she found herself attracting to him. She misunderstood him and insulted him infront of world but he took everything positively. That's when she got to know about his past life and realised her mistake, she apologized him and tried to lure him. She wants a relationship with him without out love but he only do it out of love. But she didn't know it wouldn't last forever. She wasn't aware of the evil plans of her destiny which eagerly waiting for her destruction. Will Michael save Anisha from her evil family? Will Anisha ever accept her feelings for him isn't lust but love ? To know further and also about three more amazing couple love stories (ANISHA'S FRIENDS) just peep in.

My mate, David Hayes, who is the Alpha, has been cold to me ever since he claimed me as Luna of the pack. He assumes that I gave him a dose of pheromones under the full moon. That was why I got the chance to mate with him and ended up being pregnant so quickly. So, as an Alpha, and for the sake of his reputation, he decides to mark me. That is how I became his "mystery Luna". The pack only knows that he has a Luna, but no one knows it's me. When I gave birth to our pup the next year, he showed no interest in the slightest. When a lupine maid brings the newborn to him, he glances at the pup with disgust and turns away. "Let's hope he's nothing like his mother—scheming, manipulative, and a disgrace to the pack!" I lie in bed, weak and exhausted, but the tears won't stop. … Today, David's childhood friend, Sophia Sinclair, returned to the pack. The moment he heard the news, he lit up with excitement. That night, after coming back from Sophia's place, drunk out of his mind, he pulled our pup into his arms. My son, Joseph Hayes, was over the moon. He snuggled closer to him and whispered to me, "Mom, he hugged me on his own… Does that mean he accepts me now?" I held him tight, tears stinging my eyes. "His mate has come back. We're leaving the pack." What he didn't know was that the healer had already told me I have Wolf Spirit Degeneration, which leaves me only three days to live. Before I die, I'll take Joseph to my parents, where he'll be loved and cared for, and not hated and abandoned by his own father. In three days, David will never see me or our pup again—and for the rest of his life.

"Audrey, I am begging you. Please come back to me. Akala ko siya pa rin ang mahal ko, nagkamali ako. All along, it's you that I truly love. Please... come back to me. Let's get married again." Agad na pinapirma ng divorce agreement si Audrey ng kaniyang asawa na si Lawrence nang bumalik sa Pilipinas ang first love nito. For three years, ginawa niya ang lahat para mahalin siya nito kahit pa maging alipin siya ng pamilya ng lalake ngunit gano'n kabilis nitong tinapos ang kasal nila nang malaman ni Lawrence Villafuente na nakabalik na si Gayle. Nasaktan si Audrey ngunit pinili niya na palayain ito dahil hindi na rin niya kaya ang hirap na dinaranas niya sa mansion ng mga Villafuente. She had a hard time living after the divorce but it slowly became easier when she was caught in between the arms of the ever mysterious billionaire who seemed cold but possessive to her. Namalayan na lang niya natutuwa na rin siya sa init ng presensya ni Regan Amadeus Vasquez. Months later, she received a drunk call from Lawrence, her ex-husband. Nagmamakaawa na itong balikan siya at sinabing nagsisisi sa nangyaring divorce sa kanilang kasal. Hindi siya nito tinitigilan at hinahabol siya, namimilit na magkabalikan sila. Minahal niya nang sobra si Lawrence sa loob ng tatlong taon ngunit alam din niya sa sarili niya na trapped na siya mga braso ni Regan. Would she go back to her ex-husband who treated her badly, or will she choose to stay in the arms of the enigmatic billionaire?

He was inside me when I realized I didn't even know his name. I'm Harper and my life went to shit the day I walked in on my husband balls deep in my best friend. He threw divorce papers at me like I was nothing. So I got drunk in LA and let a stranger fuck me in ways that made me forget I ever had a husband. His fingers. His tongue. The way he pinned my wrists above my head and made me beg. I came three times before dawn and slipped out while he was sleeping. Biggest mistake of my life. Because now he's sitting across from me at my job interview with that same hungry look in his eyes. Hardin Wolfe. Billionaire. Ruthless bastard. The man who's been looking for me since I left his bed. "I've been searching for you," he says, and I feel it between my thighs. I need this job. I need to destroy the people who destroyed me. But working for Hardin means late nights alone in his office. Business trips with one hotel room. His hand on my lower back burning through my clothes. I keep saying no. He keeps getting closer. When he finally gets me alone on a work trip, I stop fighting it. He fucks me against the window where anyone could see and I don't care. I'm addicted to the way he makes me feel. Powerful. Wanted. Alive. Then I miss my period. I'm pregnant and it could be his. Or it could be my ex husband's from our last hate fuck before the divorce. Now my ex wants me back. Hardin's hiding something that could ruin everything. And I'm carrying a baby that might belong to the wrong man. Revenge never felt this good

Even though I was the one who broke my ribs in the car accident, my boyfriend Jared decided to take care of his drunk ex-girlfriend instead. When I called to ask him to spend time with me in the hospital, he berated me. “Why are you so clingy? Can’t you tell that Isabelle needs me right now? “You’re a nurse, aren’t you? What, you can’t even take care of yourself now?” Heartbroken, I suggested we break up, only to be met with anger. “I was going to propose to you, you know? Considering how influential my family business is, I need to make sure I choose my wife wisely. “Today was a test to see if you have what it takes to be the next Mrs. Carter. I thought you would be independent and selfless. I expect my future wife to have my back no matter what. “Look at yourself now. You can’t even take care of yourself over something so insignificant! I’m disappointed, Charmaine.” The next day, he posted a picture of himself and his ex-girlfriend on social media. The image’s caption was targeted at me: [You’d better think twice and apologize, Charmaine, or I’ll just date someone else.] I did not apologize. I had had enough of him, so I left the city. Three years later, I saw him again in the lobby of the Financial Tower. I was wearing a heavy onesie costume and sporting a full face of cosplay makeup, while he was wearing an expensive suit and had Isabelle hanging delicately from his arm. He recognized me immediately and laughed. “I knew you never moved on from me, Charmaine! Does it hurt to know I’ll be marrying someone else? “That’s what you’re doing here, right? You’re trying to cosplay as my favorite Marvel character to get my attention. “Maybe I’ll consider taking you back if you kneel and apologize.” I did not deign to reply. I had indeed loved him once upon a time, but today was my son’s birthday, and the cosplay was my surprise for him...

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."