He Was Satisfied Not Overjoyed

“What do you want, Piccola?” He asked, giving my pussy a small lick. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back, my core begging to be attended to. “Darius, please.” I muffled a moan, shamelessly lifting to get contact. I was desperate and dying for a release, but Darius was hell-bent on torturing me. “What do you want? Use words,” he asks, his thumb caressing my core. •••     Billionaire heiress Rachel Beaumont's life was shattered when her husband Andrew and best friend Victoria betrayed her, leading to a painful divorce and the loss of her unborn child. Seeking revenge, Rachel's father assigns her to infiltrate Andrew's company, partnering her with skilled operative Darius Reid, Andrew's uncle.   As Rachel and Darius work together, forbidden feelings ignite, complicating their mission, and things get worse as her ex-billionaire husband wants her back.     Will she go back running into the arms of her ex-husband, or will she embrace the comfort that came with being with Darius Reid?

I came home with roses and a surprise, our biggest business deal yet. It was our anniversary. I was ready to celebrate ten years of loyalty, love, and everything we built together. Instead, I walked in on my husband in bed with my cousin. They didn’t look shocked. They didn’t even look sorry. That was the night everything broke. I vanished without a word. Filed for divorce in silence. I left the company untouched because I wanted to see just how far they’d go. Turns out, they went all the way. Roman and Alessia twisted the story. Branded me unstable. Unfit. They took interviews. Staged events. Rebranded the company I built like I never existed. Some believed them. Others didn’t. But I stayed quiet. Because while they stole everything in the spotlight, I was working in the shadows. I became Juliana Cross. And I’m not coming back to ask for anything. I’m coming back to take it all. He chose my cousin. I’m choosing revenge.

Paano kung sa muling pagmulat mo ng mata, ay makikita mo ang boss mong sinasabi nilang mailap sa babae at nyebe kung makitungo ay hinahabol-habol ka na, at kung maka-bakod ay akala mo pag-aari ka!?. Paano kung sa muling pagmulat mo ng mata ay mare-realize mong ang pinaka-iningat-ingatan mong regalo para sa magiging asawa mo ay nakuha na ng nyebe mong boss!?. Siya si Naomi, ang sikat na fashion designer na nag ta-trabaho sa Sandoval Clothing. Linoko siya ng kanyang ex at pinagpalit siya sa best friend niya. Ilang taon durog ang puso ng dalaga at ilang taon rin siyang inantay ng lalaking matagal na siyang nagugustuhan. At kung gaano niya ka-disgusto ang boss niya sa opisina, ay kabaligtaran sa tuwing sila ay nasa kama.

Hurt, wounded and mared, Fiona Johnson is born. Her identity changed, her kind heartedness learnt to be mean and she sealed off emotions until she succeeded in avenging her parents death and getting back her inheritance. Kindness is weakness,she thought. Now she believed in giving to the world what it forced her to swallow. Pain and betrayals have a way of turning the meekest of men to be brutal, it's simply survival. This is the story of Fiona Johnson who used to be Isabella Manor. The story of her weakness to her strength and the triumph of bringing her enemies down on their kneels.

(Ship of Temptation 2) Nang dahil sa wine, nalagay sa panganib ang buhay ni Meldy. Muntik na siyang ipakulong ni Eliot Santisas, ang mayamang negosyante sa bayan nila sa pag-aakalang ninakaw niya ang isang box ng wine na nagkakahalaga ng isang milyon. Ngunit sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon, biglang dumating si Elise—ang anak ni Eliot at inakalang si Meldy ang ina niya. “Bad ka papa! Inaway mo si mama!” Umiiyak na sabi ni Elise habang yakap-yakap si Meldy. Nakita yun ni Meldy na oportunidad para hindi tuluyang makulong. “Sir, b-babayaran ko po ang wine. Pagta-trabahuan ko po yun sa inyo kung maaari.” Tumingin si Meldy kay Elise. “Pwede po akong maging yaya ng anak niyo. Magta-trabaho po ako ng libre hanggang sa mabayaran ko po ang halaga no'ng nawalang wine niyo.” Isang mahabang katahimikan ang namayani bago sumagot si Eliot. “Pag-iisipan ko,” sabi nito at kinuha si Elise at umalis. Nakahinga si Meldy at inakalang nakalusot siya sa kamalasan sa buhay, hindi niya alam na pinasok niya pala ang pa-in na nilaan para sa kaniya ni Eliot Santisas. Ngumisi siya habang binabaybay ang daan papunta sa kwarto ni Elise. “I think it’s time for you to pay your sin.” Ang mga salitang naglalaro sa isipan ni Eliot.

Hanya sepenggal kisah sepasang sahabat berbeda jenis yang berakhir cinta. “Gue ngerasa sinting dengan apa yang gue rasain saat ini. Gue bingung. Gue enggak tahu sejak kapan, tapi yang jelas gue sayang banget sama dia. Setiap melihatnya gue merasa ... lengkap? Enggak ngertilah gue. Pokoknya sesuatu seperti itu. Kayak ketika lo lagi nyusun puzzle, terus kepingan terakhir lo hilang. Saat lo sudah menyerah, tiba-tiba lo bisa nemuin kepingan terakhir itu. Lo ngerasa bahagia karena akhirnya puzzle lo bisa lengkap.”

“Is trusting you a sin?” Hannah asked. “It wouldn't have been a sin if you were nothing but sand under my feet. You’ve always had it all—the grades, the charm, the spotlight. Teachers adored you. Boys wanted you. Even James, the only one I ever looked at like that, fell for you despite your boring look.” Her best friend’s laugh was dry. Cruel. Hannah’s heart squeezed, her breath catching in her throat. “You think you’ve won?” she said, voice shaking. “Because you slept with my husband and fed him lies?” “I don’t think, Hannah. I won.” “You didn’t win. You settled. You crawled into my leftovers and tried to wear my skin like it would turn you into something better—but it didn’t.” --- On her first wedding anniversary, Hannah Reyes was drugged—by her husband and her best friend. The betrayal shattered her world, and cost her the one thing she was holding onto: her unborn child. The next day, still lying in a hospital bed, her husband handed her divorce papers... then ordered her thrown out. Lost, bleeding, and alone, she was hit by a car. But fate wasn’t done with her yet. The driver? Matthew DeLacruz—her husband’s former friend, now bitter enemy, and a man he once scammed. And Matthew made her an offer she couldn’t ignore: "Be my vice president, and I’ll help you destroy him." What began as revenge turned into something else, something thrilling, empowering, and dangerously beautiful. And just when she thought she had nothing left to lose, Matthew made her a different offer: Marriage. Now Hannah must ask herself: Can she truly trust again? Or will this new beginning become just another ending?

“My lawyer will bring the divorce papers tomorrow and you can sign it. Once it's a month, I will have it delivered to the court." Liam explained with calmness. “Fine, but you will have to act according to my rules now," I said, and Liam looked at me with eyebrows furrowed. “I have conditions I would like you to pay keen attention to it." Liam didn't pry too much, and instead, he told me to go ahead. “Okay. I would like to have my separate room." “Fine," Liam agreed without batting an eyelid. “I don't want to share meals with you or anything. I will walk the way I want and do everything I want in my way." “Accepted," Liam replied. I released my hands under my bosom and clasped them together. I bit my lips in nervousness and braced myself. I'm no longer a teenager. “I don't want us having s*x," I said, looking at the wall. A blush crept to my cheeks which made me shut my eyes tight, muttering some curses under my breath. * * * * * * * * Emily had an arranged marriage to Liam Nolan, the ruthless billionaire in Los Angeles. Although she always had a crush on him Liam never recuperated her feelings. Despite the love she has for him, Liam didn't hesitate to treat her like trash. Betrayed by her sister, Emily's life was cruelly cut short. However, she was granted a second chance and this time, Emily swore to not repeat the same mistake she made in her past life. What happens when she realizes her ruthless husband has no intention of letting her go in this lifetime? Would she find the strength to break free, or would Liam's relentless pursuit rekindle the flames of their passionate yet toxic love?

My boy friend Caleb Ford's childhood sweetheart, Julia Leclair, is losing her hair from chemotherapy. So, he orders me to cut mine off and make her a wig. "Julia's allergic to synthetic wigs. You've been growing your hair for ten years—it's perfect." I refuse, but his friends tie me down. Someone shaves my head to the scalp, buzzing through my thick, glossy hair until nothing's left but a butchered mess. Julia sits in her wheelchair and laughs, saying I look like a toad. Caleb smiles and nods in agreement. He adds with a chuckle, "It's just some hair. Was that really necessary?" But back when I was bullied for having uneven, choppy short hair for six straight years, it was he who stood in front of me. He had his arms spread wide as he shielded me from harm. Now he's the one wielding the blade. One by one, their little circle chimes in. They tell me not to hold a grudge against someone who's sick. Caleb snaps impatiently, "Stop trying to talk sense into her. She can get lost! Did you see that fit she threw over a few strands of hair? It's not like they won't grow back." I turn around and walk away. I never look back. Later, I hear that Caleb begs for my forgiveness by kneeling his way up 9000 steps until his knees are ruined.

The casino my husband and I ran was about to go through a chaotic police raid. Anyone who got caught would likely end up arrested. We had the time to leave. But we couldn’t all leave. One of us had to stay behind, or the cops would keep chasing us. Elias, my charming husband, didn’t even hesitate. He grabbed Mireille and left me to handle the cops, tossing over his shoulder, “I’ll send a lawyer to you.” Lucky for me, I managed to walk away without any consequences. And then, I saw, Elias, the man who was supposed to have my back, not only did escape without me, he also whisked Mireille away to some fancy resort, like they were on vacation. He looked so carefree, so unbothered. Not a hint of concern for the wife he’d just abandoned. “Think Seraphina’s gonna be mad that we left without her?” Mireille asked, all innocence. Elias laughed, that cold, detached laugh that sent a shiver down my spine. “Please. As if she’d ever get mad at me. She can handle herself.” He didn’t care. But you know what? Neither do I. Not anymore.