I Thought My Time Was Up Sub Indo

帝国のsub皇子ルシアンは、同盟のため王国のdom王子アルトリウスと条約婚を結ぶ。二人が交わしたのは、愛より先に合意契約――可・不可、合図、アフターケア、そして週に一度だけ主導権を入れ替えるスイッチ・デー。 公の壇上では皇子が前に、私室では王子が一歩引いて支える。権謀うずまく宮廷で、役割は枷ではなく翼へ。 “雄になる”夜の練習が、やがて帝国の未来を動かす力になる。

Michaela Ferguson had tears streaming on her face and she had blood in the corner of her lips. She shook her head and replied, “It wasn’t me. When I arrived at Shalom shopping mall, your mistress was already injured.” Her husband, Thorne Ferguson didn’t believe her and said, “Pray that Paula will not die because should she die, I will bury you and your family alive.” Then he pushed her hard, and Michaela staggered and fell to the ground. Michaela was in a sorry state. She cursed the day she first met Thorne Ferguson. She had been nothing but a good wife to him. However, her husband had been cold and cruel towards her. Her heart was overwhelmed with bitterness. Thorne looked at his wife with icy-cold eyes and said sternly, “I will never forgive you for touching the love of my life. Paula is my bottom line. I will make sure that you get a life sentence. Please pray hard for her not to die, because should she die I don’t know what I will do to you and your family.”

"Brielle, will you marry me?" With one knee to the ground, he asked the question that would change her life forever. Running away from her obsessed boyfriend, Brielle starts a new job at the Stones firm but when the CEO of the company asks her to marry him in front of top billionaires in the country, she says yes to avoid embarrassment. Brielle isn't ready for what is coming for her as their marriage turns into a battleground with new findings from her that change how her new husband sees her. Will she overcome this and what role will her poor parents play in all of these?

The student I once sponsored, Lillian Pegg, jacked my identity, slapped on the "rich heiress" title, and started tossing out houses and cars like she was some fairy godmother for "underprivileged" students. Her big mission? Making sure everyone had a roof over their head. My in-laws? Wrapped around her finger. They swore up and down she'd saved their lives. Even Liam—my son with my late husband—acted like she was the only mom he'd ever had. Meanwhile, I was puking blood from ulcers, and everyone treated it like a bad improv act. Liam bought every word out of her mouth. Thought she and my husband were some kind of twin-flame couple and labeled me the evil baby snatcher. Fast-forward: I got locked in a bedroom and left to bleed out. Then I woke up. It was the exact day Lillian was playing Santa Claus. The crowd around her practically worshipped her. "You're the kindest boss in the world! You care about our food, clothes, housing, everything. We'll support you and your company forever!" Yeah, not on my watch. I shut down all her privileges right then and there. This time? Lillian and that backstabbing son of mine were gonna eat regret for the rest of their lives.

May isang araw na lang si Iris Celeste Delgado para bayaran ang utang ng kanyang ama—kapag hindi, mareremata ang tanging tahanan nila. Bilang isang utility staff, wala siyang sapat na pera, kaya sa isang desperadong hakbang, pumayag siyang ibenta ang kanyang pagkabirhen sa isang matandang mayamang kliyente. Ngunit nagkamali siya ng silid. Pagkagising, hindi matanda ang nasa tabi niya—kundi si Alexander Corañez Jr.: ang gwapong, tahimik, at misteryosong CEO ng kumpanyang pinagtatrabahuhan niya. At sa halip na kalimutan ang nangyari, inalok siya nito ng isang kasunduan—isang pekeng kasal. Walang emosyon. Walang tanong. Pero may isang kondisyon: Bawal siyang mapalapit sa kahit sinong lalaki... maliban kay Alexander. Habang pinipilit niyang itago ang damdamin, hindi niya alam na ang lalaking ito ay hindi lang basta umaarte. Dahil para kay Alexander—lahat ng ito ay totoo. At sa pagbabalik ng ex nitong si Brigitte, magagawa pa ba ni Iris na panindigan ang kasunduan—kahit posible siyang masaktan?

Pamela is a playgirl. And Tristan is a nerdy boy. Paano kung magising sila isang umaga na bumaliktad na pala ang panahon at... Ang playgirl na si Pamela ay nagiging nerd at si Tristan "the nerd" ay nagiging playboy. Kakayanin kayang harapin ni Pamela ang nerd na naging playboy? Tunghayan natin ang kwento ni Pamela at Tristan sa "My Boss was a Nerd" by S.B.S Disclaimer: This story is written in taglish.

When Ava Montgomery’s brother is killed in a hit-and-run, her world shatters. The police close the case too quickly, and all fingers point to Liam Hart, her brother’s best friend, a man she once admired, now branded a murderer. Three years later, consumed by rage and loss, Ava reinvents herself as Eva Moore and secures a job at Liam’s company to destroy him from within. But the man she meets isn’t the monster she imagined. He’s haunted, silent, and guilt-ridden… yet heartbreakingly kind. As Ava digs deeper, she uncovers a truth darker than revenge could satisfy: Liam took the blame to protect someone he loves, and the real killer has returned to tie up loose ends. Between love and vengeance, Ava must decide: Will she destroy the man she’s grown to love, or save him before it’s too late?

Everyone loved my older sister. When the novel I wrote shot to popularity, she got jealous and suddenly proclaimed that she wanted to be a popular author too. My older brother, who was the editor-in-chief, immediately announced that I plagiarized my sister's story at my book signing and she ended up becoming the genius author while I got cyberbullied so much that I was too scared to leave the house. After I got married to a young heir from high society and lived a happy life, my sister told me that she had a crush on him for years and wanted to be his bride at least once in her lifetime. He did not even think twice about divorcing me and holding the wedding of the century with my sister. My family was afraid that I would sabotage their relationship, so they made me leave the country. However, my sister did not think that I was miserable enough. She came for me outside the country and pushed me down the stairs. I was lying in a pool of blood when my mother rebuked me, "Did you say something that made your sister unhappy again?" That was how I died in despair. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my brother accused me of plagiarism.

He chose his mistress on our anniversary. He didn't know I was already planning my funeral. For three years, I was the perfect wife. I swallowed the insults from his family. I bore the guilt of our daughter’s death. Everyone blamed me. Yet, I loved Mateo Santiago with everything I had. Until the day I found out the truth. On the same day I discovered I was pregnant again, I learned my husband was expecting a child with another woman: my own step-aunt, Valentina. And worse? I finally discovered that he was the one responsible for our first daughter's death, not me. I didn't scream. I didn't fight. I simply texted him: "Your birthday is in a month. I’ll prepare a gift you’ll never forget." Thirty days later, Mateo Santiago watched my car burn at the bottom of a cliff. He buried an empty casket and cried for a wife he thought he loved. But Isabella Romano didn't die that day. She just disappeared. I was not alone anymore. I had another life growing inside me but then I stumbled upon a stranger. A stranger shadows feared. Dante Galante.

The third year after I got diagnosed with intermittent amnesia, I happened to overhear my husband, Lucien Rook, chatting with his friends. “Lucien, Anneliese loses her memories every couple of months, and you keep making us impersonate you to live with her. Aren’t you afraid that one of us might take it all the way one day?” “What’s there to be afraid of?” Lucien laughed uninhibitedly, swishing the alcohol in his glass. “Annie is cold and distant. As long as you guys don’t tempt her, she won’t have any such desires. “But I’m warning you now. You can act all you want, but you can’t ever sleep with her. Once I’ve had my fun, I will be going home to her.” For three years, every time I lost my memories, Lucien was not the one who would hold my hand and embrace me, or even sleep with me in the same bed. In three years, I had lost my memories nine times, and nine men had pretended to be my husband. What they did not know was that my amnesia had been cured two years ago.