I Hate Relationships

He fell hard for her but she fell harder. Homeless, heartbroken and rejected by her own family, Claire Jones, the ignored and hated daughter of a rich man never imagined that her life would change forever when she met her ray of light in the darkness of midnight,  Tristan Pierce.   “You have this chance to get back what you have lost, Miss Jones. You have my words.” Tristan said to Claire. She stared at him for a moment, he looked serious. “And why do you want to help me, Mr. Pierce? What will you achieve?” She couldn’t help but asked him with narrowing gaze. “I am not helping you in free, Miss Jones. I want a woman to as my son’s mother. He never asks for anything and this is the first time he wished for something and I can’t deny my only child's wish.” He said. “What do you mean, Mr. Pierce?” Her voice wavered as she anticipated his next words. “Marry me, Miss Jones.”

From a journalist to a nominee for CEO by her husband, perhaps it's just pure luck and fate that she's met such a good man, or is it really? After her wedding night with her husband, the police arrive to whisk away her husband with a strong case against him, but that's just the beginning, a mysterious man watches from afar with anger all over and then Chloe meets with her college crush except this time, he's her brother-in-law??? A relationship that leads to a sizzling affair with a childhood crush who thinks he can buy love, a chaotic in-laws with secrets to hide, a husband in jail witg another family, a baby on the way and a mysterious person who carefully plans the family down fall, will Chloe be able to come out alive and find true love, who is the mysterious person and why does he stand in the way of her ?

They say that your past is never really left in your past. I used to think that was dumb until I experienced it. Four years ago, I met the Devil. He gave me a chance to flee from him but I refused and ended up shooting him. Unfortunately for me, he returned four years later to claim me as his wife and drag me to Hell. He's going to make sure I pay for shooting him. He's going to punish me in the worst ways possible. He has promised to make me beg for mercy he'll never grant me. But then, he's not the only one hellbent on making my life a living Hell. There's another person causing havoc from the shadows. I would have to choose eventually- be with the Devil I know or side with the Devil I do not know.

What should have been a happy moment became a disaster for Helena. She never expected the husband she loved so much, handed over the divorce papers. That's not all, because at the same time, her husband brought another woman into their home. And she was pregnant. As if that wasn't enough, Helena's mother-in-law fully supported her son's move; divorcing Helena. One thing that became main reason; Helena never got pregnant. Even though on that day, Helena brought one piece of news that she had been waiting for; her pregnancy. However, what she got made that intention undone immediately. Helena is thrown out of the house, with nothing other than her pride being trampled on. Unfortunately, they never found out who Helena really was. And when Helena feels like it's time to show everyone who has insulted her everyone who has insulted her, will Helena give them an apology? A second chance for Arden who regrets wasting Helena?

"The Secret of a Forbidden Heart" Akira Quezon, better known as Kira, is a young woman with a sweet smile and a loyal heart. Despite her youth, she harbors a secret love — a feeling ordained by fate but forbidden by society. Her heart continues to beat for Axel, her handsome and mysterious godfather, who, despite being 40 years old, remains dashing and alluring. But behind every glance and secret smile lies a complex past. Axel is a man seemingly shrouded in the shadows of his own secrets. Between their silent gazes and inexplicable closeness, the question hangs — how far will they fight for a love that defies all norms? As secrets gradually unravel, Kira discovers that the man she loves has wounds from the past that he desperately tries to hide. Between truth and desire, they must confront their fears. Will their love prevail, or will they be consumed by the shadows of the past?

“Until yesterday, you hated my guts…” I forced out as Moore leaned in. The sturdy man grinned and undressed me with his eyes, “Because until yesterday, you were just a scrawny psychologist who wouldn’t stop blabbering, now, you’re my wife,” ————————- After she is disowned by her family, Amber lands her dream job as a psychologist but things take a drastic turn when she realizes that her job is to marry and stop Alexander Moore — A grumpy bitter billionaire grieving over the loss of his wife from following in her footsteps… She’s used to the drama, the strain, it’s her job, but she’s not ready to fall in love with a man who is all shades of red flags, but it’s a good thing she LOVES the color red

"Genie" His voice was barely a whisper, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. "This is so wrong, we can't be doing this." His lips find their way back to mine, trailing the bottom lip with his tongue. "So so wrong" He pulled my lower lips in, biting on them. I stifled a moan. "I know," I managed to say. I could feel the warm slickness ache between my legs. "We shouldn't be doing this. You're my step brother." My body doesn't agree with what my mouth is saying. I snuggled closer into his chest wanting to feel the heat of his bare body against mine. I want his mouth against mine, ravaging me like he had done before. We have gone too far to back out now. "Take me, Ryder" Those were the words he needed. Only those three words. Suddenly, he grips the back of my thighs and lifts me up, forcing my legs to wrap around him. Planting me against the wall, he peers up and look straight into my eyes "You're mine" Then his lips came down on mine. I'm yours. I whispered back in the back of my head. ******** Ryder Saint, for years, has bullied me. Reasons? None. It was like he signed a contract from heaven to make my life hell. From the moment he set his eyes on me, he added my name to his list. Don't be fooled by his last name. It's a charade, he's not anything like it. Everything about Ryder Saint smells evil. His heart, dark. His soul, dark. His aura, dark. Except his face. I should have neglected him like I always have, but I couldn't when our parents decided to tie the knots and he became my stepbrother. He and I, under the same roof.

Because broken heart, Shaquelle accepted a proposal from a well-known businessman named Jerry Garth. Someone Shaquelle had known recently.Whatever for reason she proposed to Shequelle.In his doubts, Shaquelle began to wonder, its possible that this marriage could cure his pain? Or's this just another drama in his life?

Before my wedding, my vision which I lost after saving Bruce unexpectedly returned. Overjoyed, I hurried to share the wonderful news with him, but as I stepped into the living room, I froze. Bruce and my cousin, Kerry, were in a passionate embrace. "Bruce, the baby is perfectly healthy now. The doctor said we can sleep together again! Why don't we do it right here in the living room? Also, isn't it thrilling to do it here while Nancy is asleep in her room?" "Shut up! Don't joke about my wife like that!" Bruce snapped at her, but his reprimand was accompanied by a kiss. I stood there, watching in shock as their movements grew more intense and their breathing became heavier. Only then did I piece it all together. Their sudden shared enthusiasm for indoor workouts six months ago wasn't about fitness at all. Covering my mouth to stifle a sob, I turned back to my room and shut the door. I decided then and there: Bruce didn't need to know I had recovered. Reaching for my phone, I dialed my mother. "Mom, I'm not marrying Bruce anymore. I'll marry the comatose heir of the Blakes instead. I don't need Bruce in my life."

I loved Stella for five years, and we were even engaged. However, she never helped when my grandfather was dying, all because the adopted son of my family suggested that she should use the opportunity to put me through adversity—so that I would toughen up. After my grandfather died helplessly, I toughened up just as she hoped for, no longer relying on her for everything. Naturally, I no longer loved her anymore either.