I Married My Ex's Uncle

When Avery Quinn gets fed up with her loveless marriage and the humiliation she was constantly fed with, she leaves with the divorce papers, vowing to herself not to get mixed up with any arrogant billionaire again. But she might have spoken too soon, because she finds herself drawn to another emotionally distant, and cold billionaire - and his 7 year old daughter.

I watched my boyfriend down on one knee proposing to another woman. Turns out that he was cheating on me with her for two years. Our five years together meant nothing to him. He claimed that he needed her money –connections and that I should be the one to play the role of a mistress. I refused. I didn’t stick around. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I wanted something strong to numb my pain— and yes, I ended up in the loudest club. Then I met him, Adrian Foster. The wealthiest and powerful CEO. The moment I lost my balance, he caught me and pulled me straight in to his chest. Fate? I didn’t believe in it. But may be …. He did.

　　Three years ago, at the very wedding I had meticulously prepared, my fiancé, Vito Rossi, turned the ceremony into a stage to propose to his childhood sweetheart, Isabella. 　　When I dared to confront him, he didn't offer an apology. Instead, he threw me into a subterranean dungeon. Whippings, starvation, and systematic humiliation—I nearly drew my last breath in that living hell. 　　Eventually, I chose to let them go. I walked away and married the man who sits at the absolute peak of the underworld—Lorenzo De Santis, the Godfather of the De Santis family. 　　Three years later, at the San Antonio Docks. 　　I accompanied Lorenzo for a business negotiation, but a sudden matter forced him to step away, leaving his men to receive me. I never expected to run into Vito after three years of silence. 　　Vito and his now-fiancée humiliated me in front of the crowd, even accusing me of being a spy and threatening to arrest me. 　　I turned my gaze toward my husband, who had just arrived—the man who rules the entire Mafia world. I lifted my chin and looked at him. 　　"Lorenzo," I said, my voice steady and clear. "This maniac wants to throw your wife into a dungeon again. How do you intend to handle this?"

On the night of her engagement, Aria Sinclair catches her fiancé cheating, with the daughter of a rival mafia boss. Humiliated and shattered, She goes to a club and end up getting intimate with a strange man. On a quest for revenge for her fiancee's betrayal, she decides to marry his father. But what will she do when she finds out his father is the same man she encountered at the club?

BLURB. Tulip caught her boyfriend in bed with her greatest rival in school, heartbroken by this betrayal, ended up having a one night stand with her greatest nemises and bully, Xavier Grey. Not only was he a thorn in her flesh but her ex-boyfriend's irritating cousin whom she shouldn't even feel attracted to but what happens when she plans on forgetting the secret that exists between them? She thought she was rid of him till she found out he got into Nevermore as a player and she was to be one of his Coaches. Trying to avoid Xavier, she ends up in the traps of another, sexy, hot Alpha male who runs the underground Biker Pack. Now Tulip is torn between the man who wrecked yet saved her and the man who would do anything to have her as his.

Dahil sa matinding pangangailangan at sa karamdaman ng kanyang asawa, napilitang manilbihan bilang kasambahay si Hera sa tiyo niya, isang lalaking ma-impluwensya at kilalang bilyonaryo. Ngunit hindi lang simpleng serbisyo ang nais ni Nazzer mula sa kanya. Si Nazzer, o Nazz, ay isang retiradong sundalo na uhaw sa iisang bagay, isang anak na magmamana ng lahat ng kanyang ari-arian. Ayaw niyang dumaan sa proseso ng surrôgacy. Ang gusto niya, sariling pagod, dugô, at sariling paraan ng pagbuo nito. Kaya inalok niya si Hera ng dalawang milyong piso kapalit ng isang kasunduan na sisira sa lahat, ang makipagtalik sa kanya kailanman niya ito naisin, hanggang sa magbunga ang gusto niya. Sa pagitan ng desperasyon, konsensya, at pagmamahal sa kanyang asawa, tanggapin kaya ni Hera ang alok? O may hangganan pa rin ba ang isang sakripisyo kapag pûso at dángal na ang kapalit?

 : Ashley was forced to marry a crippled old man to save her mom's life. When she woke up the next day, she saw a stunning man beside her, she clutched onto him tightly and his forehead. "I want to continue living in this dreamland, there is a handsome Man here! She murmured half sleep. She touched his   " oh my God, he has broad shoulders and chocolate abs, she thought and momentarily licked her lips. " Holy heavens, don't let me wake up, I'm just going to stay married to him here in my dream! All those thoughts were going on in her head. Ashley opened her eyes slowly and saw a man beside her, he wasn't the man she married. "Hey beautiful" his hoarse and deep voice came through. Ashley shoved him and he stumbled to the floor. " Ouch…. my waist" he in pain. "Help!. There is an intruder here!

Isang kasal na itinakda ng kontrata. Isang gabing puno ng tukso. Isang lihim na babago sa lahat. Dahil sa desperasyon, napilitan si Seraphina Eloise Madrigal na pakasalan ang mayamang military officer na si Colonel Archimedes Carter. Sa halip na isang tahimik na buhay, natagpuan niya ang sarili sa gitna ng pang-aapi ng kanyang biyenan at ang muling pagbabalik ng first love ng kanyang asawa. Nang piliin ni Archimedes na alagaan ang ex nito, tuluyan siyang lumayo. Pero bago siya tuluyang makawala— isang gabi ng kapusukan ang nag-iwan sa kanya ng kambal. Pagkalipas ng ilang taon, isang lalaking puno ng pagmamahal at kabutihan ang dumating sa buhay niya, si Dr. Wyatt Carter, ang doktor ng kanyang anak. Sa wakas, may isang lalaking tunay na nagmamalasakit sa kanya. Pero isang matinding lihim ang hindi maitatago ng panahong lumipas. Pa’no kung ang dalawang taong nagparamdam sa kaniya ng magkaibang emosyon ay iisa? Ngayon, pipiliin ba niyang lumayo… o manatili sa lalaking may dalawang katauhan—isa na minahal niya at isa na minsang sumira sa kanya?

Roseline's stomach turned and her fist clenched tightly around the handle of the big travel box beside her. She heard the clanging sound of the metallic head of Thompson's belt meeting the ground. Next, quite footsteps. Then, Thompson appeared in her view, like a ghost she didn't believe existed. He was completely bare, with his hairy chest rising and falling slowly, his cock shooting out in front like a gun ready to be fired, his balls bloated from desire, swinging from side to side as he walked closer to bed. Roseline's feet stuck to the ground and her eyes refused to blink as they looked on. "That's it, my boy. Hmm! I like what I see", the red hair gasped, rolling her eyes longingly at Thompson. As Thompson climbed unto the bed, his eyes totally locked in hers, she drew her breasts closer him, then, proceeded to rock the big pumpkins against the flushed skin of his face. "You like them?", she asked, moaning lightly. Thompson paused. Then, in a defiant move of uncontrollable desire, dug his chin into her breasts, burying his entire face in them. "Ouch", she gasped, then broke into a weak laugh, pushing his head more into her chest. "The damn bra", she spoke again, twisting uncomfortably as she threw her hands behind her to unhook the material. But Thompson caught her hands. Without words, his head still hidden in her cleavage, he slowly returned her hands to his head. Obliging to his silent command, she cackled loudly, pressing her chest even more into his face and then, with her tongue, glided across his neck and ears hungrily. Roseline froze. She wanted to scream but in that moment, she forgot how to.

My parents made Dana and me settle it with rock-paper-scissors. Loser had to marry the Baillieu heir—the so-called "freak." I won. Then flipped the script. "Cool. I'll take Blake. Dana can have the empire." Last time? I was dumb in love with Michael—Dad's adopted golden boy. Chose the company, stayed behind, and handed Dana off to Blake Baillieu. Big mistake. Six months in, Dana was gone—wrecked by that marriage. Right before she croaked, she texted Michael blaming me. Said I lost the game and ditched the deal, dumping Blake on her. Michael? Snapped. Dude went full psycho. Turns out, he and Dana had been sneaking around for years. He dragged me behind the Baillieu estate and forced a dozen intellectually disabled men to assault me. "If it weren't for your cruelty, Dana would still be alive! You'll pay for everything she suffered!" I was over eight months pregnant—almost due. Begged him to stop. Begged for my baby's life. He didn't care. Kept ordering them to take turns. Even when my water broke, he just watched. Both my baby and I died that night. Now? I'm back. And this time, I rewrote the story. Step one: marry Blake.