Family Secrets

Emma Chen never wanted to marry a billionaire, especially one that treats love like a burden. But when her terminally ill brother collapses and a single signature on a marriage certificate can save his life, she agrees to Damien Cross’s terms; Contract marriage for one year; Ten million dollars. Most important term of the contract: Do not fall in love. Damien’s family despises her and deems her unworthy. And when Damien gives her a sapphire necklace that vanished the night Katherine Cross died, they show her hell. The stone of the necklace draws stares, silences rooms, and carries a weight Emma can’t explain. And as Damien keeps her at a careful distance, the house closes in around her. Secrets surface. Someone is watching. And the necklace isn’t just a relic of the past…it’s a warning. By the time Emma realizes why she was chosen, it may already be too late.

Fatima Jane Robles, whenever she's with people, she only shows them her faked and staged smiles. She was running away from the past, but the past kept on hunting her. She was silently battling all her struggles alone. Her smiles may be faked and staged because of a different level of pain she felt, she still managed to feel real happiness because of the one man named Vishnu Lloyd Conception. Whenever the both of them were together, enjoying each other's company, especially in bed, she always gives him her genuine smiles. And, her smile never fails to caught him off guard. And as the saying goes, 'love comes in so many ways'. Until one day, she just realised that she already had fallen for him. But the thing is, it was too late.

"Hinire kita bilang streamer Alana! Hindi kasama duon ang paluhurin mo ako iyong harapan upang magmakaawang tanggapin mo ako pabalilk!" Lumaki si Alana Demetria sa isang mayaman na pamilya ng mga Buenaventura. Ngunit isang araw ay gumising na lang siya na isang condominium na lang ang tanging natitirang pamana sa kanya. Walang cards, cash at car na mga main essentials niya sa buhay. Buong akala niya ay makakahingi siya ng tulong sa nobyo ngunit ipinagtulakan at ipinagpalit siya nito. Nang malaman na wala ng kahit anong ari-arian ang mga Buenaventura. Idagdag pa na walang tumatanggap sa kanya bilang receptionist dahil mababa lang ang natapos niya. Nagbakasali siyang maging isang live streamer sa isang kilalang app. Unang araw pa lang niya ay naging mahirap na ang mga pagsubok sa pagiging baguhang live streamer. Pero may iilan sa kanyang mga supporter na labis siyang sinusuportahan. Ngunit akala ni Alana ay hanggang sa likod na lang siya ng cellphone mapapanuod ng kanyang mga supporter. Pero unang araw pa lang niya ay may nakapansin na agad sa angking kagandahan ni Alana. Anong mangyayari sa buhay ni Alana na akala niya ay walang patutunguhan? Ito na ba ang simula ng career niya gamit ang taglay na kagandahan? O ito ang simula ng karagdagang hirap na tatahakin niya sa kanyang buhay?

"Some cages feel like safety… until you fall in love with your captor." Leona has spent her life escaping—from homes that felt like prisons, from scars no one sees, from a past that keeps dragging her back. At seventeen, homeless and hunted, she crashes into the life of Marco De Santos—a billionaire with ice in his eyes, secrets in his past, and a twisted need for control. He takes her in. At first, it’s charity. Then, it’s ownership. Marco is used to women obeying. But Leona isn’t like them. She’s fire in silk. She disobeys. She challenges. She learns him—in ways that terrify and undo him. What begins as protection becomes obsession. And when secrets unravel the truth about her parents, about his past, and about the dark connection binding them—everything explodes. As the world threatens to pull them apart, Leona must decide: will she stay the girl he saved, or become the woman who saves him? Because pleasure can heal... or destroy.

The enemies of my adopted sister's parents mistook me for her and kidnapped me. Before the rogues killed me, they gave me three phone calls for help. If anyone was willing to give me three hundred dollars, I could live. For the first call, I dialed my father. Father didn't listen to a word I said. He immediately unleashed a torrent of curses. "Where the hell are you? Get your ass back home right now for your sister's birthday!" For the second call, I dialed my brother. My brother listened silently to my plea for help, then hung up with a cold snort. "You're never around when the pack needs you. Who's going to fall for this act now?" For the third call, I dialed my fiancé. He didn't even answer. When I called again, I'd been blocked. The rogue wolf laughed at me. "Looks like being the eldest daughter of the Ashwood family doesn't mean much, does it?" After he tortured me to death, he stuffed my body into a suitcase and threw it in the river.

For two years, Rivera Royce lived in Italy with a man she thought was her husband. Her real husband, Reagan Royce was in prison in Italy and the man she lived with was her husband's best friend, Luke Ivan. On the day that her husband was released from prison, Luke finally broke the news to her. When Reagan Royce reappears, everything changes. He seems cold, distant, controlling, cruel, and impossible to trust, yet she feels drawn to him. But Reagan carries a burden Rivera cannot see. Will their love survive the multiple tests that will come or has she really fallen for his best friend Luke who she spent the past two years with?

“Father, please listen to me this time.” I begged with tears in my eyes. “Stop crying. You are spoiling your makeup.” “I can't do this father, he threatened me.” I sobbed into my palms. “You can and you will. Wipe your tears, Alphas don't cry.” I expected him to ask about the marks on my neck and wrists but he didn't. I even twisted my neck bearing the pains but it seemed as though he was blind. ****** Kendall wanted to find her mate as soon as possible so she could get out of her father's clutches. But when she found her mate, she realized that she had made a big mistake in choosing to follow her mate. He was nothing like she thought he was. He was everything she didn't want in her mate. He was worse compared to her father. What she had been trying to run away from all her life, she ended up running into. ***** All he wanted was to find his mate. He didn't expect that she would turn out to be the daughter of his arch enemy and the one person he had been looking for to take out his anger on.

My name is Elena, and I died at twenty-two. My parents forced me to take my foster sister’s place and traded me for a territorial alliance. My mate was the most volatile heir of the wolf packs. Beaten bloody and fading fast, I made my eighth call for help. At my adopted sister Seraphina’s birthday party, she played the recording of my final, groveling plea—and laughed. My parents listened to those desperate calls with nothing but irritation, dismissing each one as theatrics, an inconvenience unworthy of their time. My brother snarled over the phone, “Then just die already!” So I did. In the end, it was my three-year-old daughter who made the final call—using her smartwatch to video my mother, live-streaming the freezer where my severed head lay. Now, my spirit watches from above as they all, one by one, begin to unravel.

On the night of my awakening, which was also my 18th birthday, my parents locked me in a silver cage in the basement while my foster sister Emma prepared for her ceremony upstairs. Then, the Blood Moon Eclipse struck, forcing every member of the pack to evacuate. Emma urged our parents to help. My heart warmed, and I thought they would come to save me. However, the only thing my father carried out was Emma’s stuffed wolf doll. They clutched Emma and fled for their lives, leaving me behind in the collapsing basement. When I crawled out of the ruins, they were already in the safehouse, celebrating Emma’s successful awakening as a White Wolf. Ten years later, I became the heir to Blackstone Consortium, controlling half of the werewolf world’s economy. When we met again, the former leader of the Silvermoon Pack knelt before me. “I've finally found you, my daughter.” My gaze was cold as I faced the stranger in front of me. “You’ve got the wrong person.”

The impostor took his own life the day I married Cathy Jones. By the second year of our marriage, we had turned against each other completely because of him. She despised me because my return had driven Zac Lowe to his death. And I despised her for longing after the man who had stolen my name for twenty years. For a decade, we hurled the cruelest words and wished death upon each other until the earthquake came. She shielded me under her body and used her back to bear the weight of the collapsing beam to keep me alive. The ceiling fell. Blood and debris blurred together. As her life slipped away, she whispered in my ear, “If I had known he would die, I would have never brought you home. “If there’s another life, your only family should be me.” In the end, I still died in the aftershock. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day she first took me to meet my biological parents. But she suddenly changed her mind. “Harry, I was wrong! You’re not the son the Lowe family lost twenty years ago.”