Eric Ferguson Nicole

Kylee Nicole Montenegro, ako 'yun. Labing-walong taong gulang na at malapit ng mag-kolehiyo. Hindi na ako nagho-homeschool; malapit na akong maging normal na estudyante, tulad ng pangako ni Dad. Homeschooled ako mula nung ako'y limang taon dahil sa isang aksidente. Madalas sabihin ng mga tao na marami daw nangyari sa buhay ko noong bata ako, pero isang bagay lang ang matandaan ko — isang panyo. Isang hindi kakilalang bata ang nagbigay sa akin nito, at hindi ko alam ang pangalan niya. Malamang, hindi ko na siya makikilala matapos ang maraming taon, pero umaasa ako na isang araw ay makakita ako sa kanya para magpasalamat. Ang hindi kakilalang ito ang tumulong sa akin nang mawala ako sa mall. Naalala ko ang bahagi ng pangyayari, pero hindi lahat. Napapangiti ako nang hindi ko namamalay. Pagkatapos kong lumabas ng banyo, napansin ko ulit ang panyo at ngumiti. Mukhang may kaunting paghanga ako sa taong nagbigay nito sa akin. Ilang taon na itong nasa akin at hindi ko pa ito nalalabhan. May nakasulat ding salitang "TRIST" dito. Iniisip ko kung pangalan ba ito. Nagtango na lang ako dahil wala akong alam. Nahulog sa malalim na iniisip, isang katok sa pinto ang bumalik sa akin sa realidad. "PUPUNTA NA!" sigaw ko nang marinig ko si Ate Lena na nagpapaalam na ang almusal ay handa na. Isinilid ko ulit ang panyo sa aparador, may kakaibang tanong pa rin sa aking isipan. SINO KA?

Isang masayahin at palakaibigan na dalaga si Bella. Matalik niyang kaibigan na lalaki si Vin simula pagkabata. Magkapitbahay lamang sila at madalas na magkasundo sa lahat ng bagay. Naging magkaklase sila ni Vin simula elementarya hanggang high school. Sobrang close nila sa isa't isa kaya madalas silang magkasama. Ngunit pagdating ng college ay kinailangang umalis ni Vin upang mag-aral sa ibang bansa. Hindi naman lingid sa kaalaman ni Bella na nagmula si Vin sa mayamang pamilya kaya hindi na sya nagtaka nung kinailangang umalis ni Vin upang mag-aral sa ibang bansa. Lumipas pa ang mga taon ay bumalik na si Vin sa Pilipinas at nalaman eto ni Bella. Nang magkrus ang kanilang landas ay nagtaka si Bella kung bakit parang iba ang pakikitungo ni Vin sa kanya at madalas ay iniiwasan pa nga siya. Doon na nalaman ni Bella na may nararamdaman na pala si Vin sa kanya. Higit pa sa matalik na magkaibigan. Sobra ang tuwang nadama ni Bella dahil napagtanto nyang mahal na rin nya ang binata. Ngunit isang araw ay napalitan ng lungkot ang saya na nadarama ni Bella nang makita nya si Vin na may kasamang ibang babae, si Nicole, at napag-alaman nyang ikakasal na ang mga eto. Labis na nasaktan si Bella. Akala nya kasi ay si Vin na ang nakalaan para sa kanya pero may ibang plano pala ang tadhana para sa kanila. Magagawa pa kayang ipaglaban ni Bella ang pagmamahal nya kay Vin? O hahayaan na lamang nya etong magpakasal sa ibang babae.

ADRIANNA GREY: Father called me cursed—a mistake that should never have existed. He blamed me for my mother’s death and treated me like a burden he couldn’t wait to discard. In the end, he sold me to the Alpha King, a man worshipped by the kingdom but a devil in private. He made me his sex slave, stripping me of my dignity. Just when my suffering was nearly over, his sister framed me. As punishment, he resold me—this time to another Alpha King even crueler than him. Every day of my life felt like drowning in darkness. I saw no reason to keep living. Then he appeared. My unexpected savior. He risked his life to free me, protected me like I was made of something precious, and treated me with a gentleness I’d never known. He would burn the world to keep me safe. But after everything men have done to me… can I really trust him with my heart? Especially after discovering the truth about what he truly is? ⸻ ERIC BLACKWELL: She was a small, innocent-looking girl in shabby boy clothes when I first saw her, but her doe eyes caught me instantly. After saving her from being burned alive at the market, something inside me changed—something I had never felt in thirty years. Then she disappeared. I searched for her everywhere, only for fate to return her to me in the worst way: she was a sex slave to my boss. Knowing she was in danger, I didn’t care what I had to lose or what I had to do—I was going to save her again. But saving her woke the ghosts of my past, and now those secrets threaten the fragile bond I’ve risked everything to build with her.

Angélique, 29 ans, institutrice mariée depuis cinq ans à Richard, croit vivre un mariage solide fondé sur l’amour, la foi et la fidélité. Vierge jusqu’au mariage, elle s’est donnée corps et âme à un seul homme : son mari. Malgré leur complicité apparente, un drame silencieux les ronge — leur incapacité à avoir un enfant. Si Richard se montre patient et réconfortant, la belle-famille d’Angélique ne cache pas son hostilité. Dans cette épreuve, elle s’appuie sur sa meilleure amie Edith, femme vive, séduisante et indépendante. Mais un détail inattendu — une voix, un rire au téléphone — sème le doute dans l’esprit d’Angélique. Peu à peu, elle collecte des indices : un ticket de restaurant pour deux à Yamoussoukro, un comportement étrange, une voiture rouge familière… jusqu’à l’irréfutable vision de Richard dans les bras d’Edith. Effondrée, elle trouve refuge chez sa sœur aînée Béatrice. Mais cette visite prend un tournant inattendu : Béatrice lui révèle que son propre couple repose sur un équilibre tacite de "liberté surveillée", chacun ayant une liaison discrète hors du foyer. Entre trahison, désillusion et tentation, Angélique perd ses repères. Et décide de répliquer. Froide, méthodique, elle envisage une vengeance douce-amère : séduire Eric, le fiancé d’Edith, également trompé. La douce institutrice n’a pas changé… elle s’est révélée.

“Sometimes the devil doesn’t come to destroy you—he comes to finish what love couldn’t.” --- I saw a woman at the ballroom. Average height, stunning, sexy rose lips, black wavy hair, eyes sharp as spear, solid black heel higher than a new pencil. A long indigo dress that reminds you of the sea – my favourite. Then the v-cut from the foot of the dress to the damn hip. Crazy black designs all over. But now one thing is missing— her mask. I, Rafael Goldman, am known for having everything I want, no matter what it is, and getting the sweetheart of late Eric McCoy would be a thing worth my while... Especially if this particular person is exactly like my miha. --- LATER I held my balance on Preston; his thrusts punched the air from my lungs, another made my vision spark white. I screamed his name into the steam, my hair soaked, water dancing off my eyelashes. He fucked me like atonement, like penance, like the only god he believed in lived between my thighs. He groaned against my throat and it sent shivers down my spine. I saw his pupils in mine, holding the gaze steady. He cupped my cheek and gave me an aggressive kiss before I broke it, forcing his head to my neck. He kissed my throat, teeth scraping the pulse that was trying to kill me. I laughed softly, ragged and vicious, and bit his lip until I tasted blood. That particular finger staggered back to my cunt again and forced its way into my pussy while his dick was still inside, grinding me. Suddenly his left hand came over my mouth, cupping it firm, blocking my screams. --- Content Trigger Warning !! Contains BDSM, violence, sex, strong language, misogyny which may upset some viewers... ---