Flash Back

Alicia Stevens was once a normal, boring 22 year old trying to make a life for herself in New York. After a one night stand with one of the most dangerous men on earth, Acker Salvatore, her boring life begins to fall apart. Ending up courted by three powerful mafia dons, Alicia has to wade through betrayal, jealousy and a past she never thought she had, to find her happily ever after.

She vanished from her past, became an ex-convict to save the billionaire BlackVale heir, Ethan. But little did she know that Ethan was sleeping with her stepsister, and his plan to marry her was only for his devious reasons. She smartly escaped her shadowy legacy to reclaim her birthright as the trillionaire heiress. Now, Isabella Hartman returns, fierce, unbreakable, and poised to dismantle the empire that betrayed her. Her enemies wouldn’t let her strive and now, there was a new love interest for in her in the same family she was once betrayed. Would she risk her empire to team with this BlackVale blood who swept her off her feet in style? “Hi, I am not Ethan BlackVale, I am Elijah Black.” Some legacies aren’t just inherited, they’re hunted.

In a world where possessive and powerful men rule, they can be arrogant, ruthless, and cruel. This world, Emily Greenfield exits in. What can be worst when she finds out that her partner who she has been married to for years only sees her as a blood bank and as a stand-in for someone else? Whom he calls his best friend? When his true love re-turns, will she face the challenge head on, or will she choose to admit defeat? Even when she’s treated like trash, pushed around and cursed at. When everything she owes is taken away from her because she’s weak and doesn’t have enough power to strike? Read along as Emily Greenfield fight her way back to the top!!!

“Walang iba doon, dahil ang totoo, mas importante yang kabit mo kaysa sa lahat ng bagay! You always put your mistress in the first line! Lola ko ang usapan dito, Harvey! She is literally your in-law kaya bakit hindi mo kayang bayaran ang mga tao sa presinto gayong ginagawa mo naman iyon tuwing kailangan ng kabit mo ang dugo ko?!” “I said don’t call her that—” “Why? Iyon naman talaga ang dapat itawag diyan sa babaeng 'yan, ah?! A fvcking mistress—” “Shut up!” Napatalon sa gulat si Jessa sa sigaw ni Harvey sa kanya. Jessa did everything to be a perfect wife to her husband, but even though she did everything, it still wasn’t enough because what mattered to her husband was his mistress. Jessa's pain fuels her strength to seek revenge.

"Do you want revenge? I can help you get revenge," He said. And in that instant, my wolf yipped. "Mate!" **** Evelyn Newmoon has had the worst luck in life. Her mother died when she was just a child leaving her at the mercy of her brutal father and step-siblings. The day she turns eighteen, she meets her mate at the scene of a car crash where he dies. For her father's selfish reasons, she is married off to Alpha Cyrus Mathers, a man renowned for his kindness and strength. But Cyrus is kind to everyone but her. He hurts her, favors his mistress over her, and has her thrown in prison the day she loses their baby. Now, Evelyn is at her lowest, tired and miserable but fate provides her a powerful second chance mate who wants to bring down Cyrus. And she will do anything to get her revenge.

Scarlet Watson once believed love was enough—until her husband, Lucas, placed another woman, Maria Owen, on a pedestal far above her. As Maria tightens her grip on Lucas and sets her sights on driving Scarlet out, Scarlet finds herself slowly drowning in a marriage built on betrayal. But just when her world begins to crumble, an unexpected kindness changes everything. Peter, her quiet, observant driver, becomes her only source of warmth in a house gone cold. His steady presence and silent protectiveness awaken something Scarlet thought she’d lost forever—hope. What begins as stolen glances and late-night conversations blooms into a love neither of them saw coming. But Peter carries a secret that could shake everything: one that ties him to the very man who broke her heart. In a world where loyalty is tested and love must fight to survive, can two wounded hearts rewrite their story?

My husband brings a pregnant Meryl Cleat home and lies to me, claiming that she's his stepmother. I'm wholly against the idea, but she says, "The children will call you their mother when they're born, so you don't have to go through the pain of childbirth. Think about how lucky you are, experiencing motherhood without the suffering!" I demand a divorce in the heat of the moment; Meryl is so infuriated by this that she faces labor complications and later dies. Out of guilt, I become a stay-at-home mother to care for her two super male kids. Yet they scaled me with boiling water and blind me in one eye. My health deteriorates under their intense torment, and I'm diagnosed with uremia. That's when I accidentally discover Meryl isn't my stepmother—she's my husband's mistress! I'm in despair when I return home. To make matters worse, I catch her—when she's supposed to be dead—and my husband in bed together. Her two super male sons ultimately stab me to death. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day she fakes her death!

He never touched me. I thought it just needed time, and with me always loving him, he would surely give me that love. After all, we were destined by the Moon Goddess. A bond so strong should never be broken. But why does he always say he feels nothing from me? Until my beloved mate imprisoned me because his lover had returned to the pack. Distrusted, humiliated, almost killed. Everything they did to me only tore my heart apart. Who would want to die in such unfair circumstances? So, I came back and shocked them all. Welcome the new me, and that’s how I began to shine brighter.

I am the wife of Anthony Caster, don of the mafia family in New York. When I was nine months pregnant, he brought a woman named Evelyn Graves into the manor, claiming she’d saved his life. That was the day my nightmare began. She put something in my food. Next thing I knew, I was doubled over in pain. And she had the nerve to blame it on me—said I was being reckless with what I ate. She lost her footing and fell down the stairs, but she told everyone I was the one who shoved her. Every day, she’d cry in front of Anthony about how saving him had left her wounded and unable to bear children, how seeing a pregnant woman broke her heart. But the moment she turned to me, the tears were gone, replaced by a cold smile. “As long as I’m here,” she whispered, “your babies will never be born.” Anthony was convinced I was jealous of her. He locked me away in the abandoned attic of the manor and said, “Reflect on your actions and stop bullying Evelyn.” On the first day they shut me in, the contractions began. I screamed, I begged, I banged on the door. The butler heard me and went to inform Anthony. He said, “Amelia, your due date is three days away. Stop putting on an act. Three days in a snowstorm and you came out fine. This? You can handle this.” On the second day, my water broke. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my fingernails digging into the cracks of the wall, blood spilling all over the floor. The butler went to Anthony again. Evelyn said, “Anthony, she’s making all that noise because she wants you to feel sorry for her and let her out. If you give in now, she’ll only grow more reckless later.” He believed her. On the third day, I stopped screaming. Anthony thought I had finally learned my lesson, unaware that I had already died from the difficult labor. When he finally opened that door, all he would find was my rotting, putrid body.

Victor Gunner, my husband, is a man of his prime - wealthy, attractive and the brilliant CEO of Gunner Holdings, Inc. with stakes in the aviation and maritime industries. People often question why he married me because it was certainly not a love match nor was it a union of convenience. I believe it was because Victor felt ready and I was available. When I accepted his proposal, I naively thought my love was big enough for the two of us until he proved me wrong. Three years and our marriage began to crumble. For one, I can’t give him an heir. Then came Victor’s past love with a child in tow. A child who looks strangely like my husband. For the first time in years, I saw excitement filling Victor’s eyes. He dotes on them, recreating the dream of a perfect family, while I was gradually being cast aside, relegated to watching them enviously on the sidelines. I tried fighting for my place, but how can one fight a battle lost before it has begun? I had no place in his perfect family so when he proposed divorce, I accepted and never looked back. When we met again, I was an emerging heiress divorcee of our time, given countless accolades due to my work with women who underwent trauma in their relationships. It gave me immense satisfaction that for the first time, Victor saw my worth and wanted me back. Unfortunately, he has to fall in line. Three other men want me, too. All are wealthy, attractive and doting not only to me, but to my triplets as well. I watched in amusement how our roles quickly reversed. Now, Victor scrambled to beat all those men. But can he win this fight? Can love bloom beyond goodbye?