If Loving You Is Wrong

When the rude and irritating Bill family's only daughter finally decided to wed Warren, she did so believing she had found true love. However, she later discovered that both her husband and best friend had tricked her. They killed her father and also sent her to her death. She was miserable about everything and wished she had the ability to make sure they paid for everything as well as to safeguard The Bills International Company and her asset. Fortunately, her desire came true, and she awoke in a strange room she had previously been before. Confused and all, she decided not to leave because she did leave in her first life, she wishes to discover the identity of the person who helped her. Will she commit the same error after being reborn? Can a daughter of a governor date a simple cleaner? Let's find out.

I was nineteen the first time Cole Whitfield broke me. Not with cruelty. With a single word. Why. Not did you — why. Like the answer was already settled and he just wanted the story to make sense. I told him the truth anyway. He said nothing that mattered. So I picked up my bag, walked out of his apartment, and decided that a man who trusted a rumor over two years of me wasn’t worth a correction. I spent the next two years becoming someone I actually liked. New city. Graduate program. A published paper with my name on it. I was done with Cole Whitfield in every way a person can be done. Then I walked into Seminar Room 114 and he was sitting right there, gray eyes already on the door, like some part of him knew. I sat down. I opened my notebook. I did not look up. Here’s the thing about studying how people form beliefs: you understand exactly why he believed it. That doesn’t mean you forgive it. That doesn’t mean two years of silence disappear because he’s learned how to look at you like he’s sorry. He wants a conversation. I want my degree. But the campus is small, the seminar table is round, and the boy who broke my heart at nineteen is doing everything right at twenty-one — and I’m starting to understand that composed isn’t the same thing as healed. I hate that I still know the exact sound of his voice.

On the outside, everyone sees a perfect family. Gorgeous home. Loving parents with great jobs. Beautiful clothes. However, Deanna's life and family are anything but perfect. Luckily, she has found a smart and amazing man, who wants to marry her and give her the perfect family that she has always wished she had. There is just one last thing left to do before the big day, her bachelorette party. Her best friend insists that this is a once in a lifetime event which should be celebrated in its full glory. So, she plans a Vegas trip for the night, but will one too many drinks lead to something that can ruin Deanna's future plans? Will the old saying hold true? What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?

The care center called. "Hi, just wanted to ask if you're happy with our service so far." Well, that was odd. I was only eight months along. My baby wasn't even born yet. I had no need for the care center at the moment. So I kept digging. I pressed my husband for answers. He was the one handling the talks with the care center. I wanted to know what was going on. He gave me an apologetic look. "This center costs 120 grand, honey. We can't afford that. They must've gotten the wrong number. You should stay at home instead. I'll give you the perfect care you need." That was it. I wasn't going to waste my time talking to him. My sister, Jessie Gibson, owned the care center, so I called her instead. "Jessie? Yeah, it's me. William sent another woman to your place and stole my spot. I want you to find out who. He's cheating on me, and I'm getting proof!"

Cleo Carrington used to be Northvale's brightest spark—wild, fearless, impossible to pin down. And then she married Damian Joubert. The most controlled, rigid heir in their world. Damian ran like a machine. Perfect standards. Zero slack. And he expected the same from his wife. Cleo loved noise—clubs, music, bodies moving. He had every venue in the city blacklist her. She loved freedom—the blazing Afriyan sun, the northern lights in Icelorn. She raced cars. She jumped out of planes. He took her passport. Shut it all down.

At my wedding rehearsal, my fiancé's colleague, Haley Rhodes burst in and tore apart the carefully arranged decor. "Ryan promised he'd marry me!" she shrieked, storming closer, "Who do you think you are?" Without warning, she lunged, grabbing hold of the wedding gown, which was worth a fortune. But she only got so far—she was too heavyset to even squeeze it past her head. I let out a mocking laugh. "Don't tell me you're too big to fit even a plus-size wedding dress?" That really set her off. With grim determination, she forced herself into the gown. But as soon as she did, the delicate fabric tore, leaving absurdly stretched holes across her back and waist. "Too bad the dress is ruined now. But who cares?" she sneered triumphantly. "Ryan loves me. He’ll buy me another wedding gown, anyway." But when the actual wedding began, she got the shock of her life. The groom walking down the aisle wasn’t Ryan at all. It was their boss — Ryan and Haley's boss. Well, I never said this was my wedding.

Every moment with him tempts me closer to my own destruction. I was supposed to marry Ethan Volkov, the golden-hearted heir of the most feared mafia empire. He thought I was fragile, innocent, easy to control… just another pawn in his game. But his older brother Adrian Volkov had other plans.Ruthless, magnetic, sinfully powerful, he kidnapped me in front of everyone and made it clear I belonged to him… and I couldn’t resist the darkness he brought with him. Adrian doesn’t know I came with a secret mission, one carefully planned from the start, designed to destroy everything he loves. I’m the genius hacker the clan has been hunting for years, and I’ve spent my life preparing for revenge. Every touch ignites a fire I shouldn’t feel. Every look drags me deeper into his dangerous world. And every whisper reminds me of the man I swore I would never love. Hating him should be easy. Killing him should be simple. But craving him… is impossible. In a world ruled by blood, betrayal, and obsession, I’ve fallen for the wrong Brother.

"Willing to wait and still hoping na makilala si Mr. Right! kahit na trenta anyos na ako ay hindi ako kinakabahan na hindi makapag-asawa! Ilang bilyon ba ang tao sa mundo? Kahit isa naman siguro sa mga iyon ay may inilaan si Lord sa akin hindi ba?" ALYANNA Paano mo masasabi kung ang isang lalake ay ang siyang nakatadhana para sa iyo? Ito ang ang palaging tanong ng marami, pero sa katauhan ni Aya na isang probinsiya at hindi hinahanap ang pag-ibig ay bigla na lang itong nanghina ng makita ang isang lalakeng inakala nitong dayo sa lugar nila. Ito ay si Marcus Napoleon, ang anak ng gobernor sa Ilocos Sur. Isang modulo sa Manila na napilitan lang umuwi ng Ilocus Sur dahil sa pakiusap ng ama nito. Pero hindi nito inakala na sa pag-uwi muli nito ay makilala nito si Aya Ramos. Maganda at simpleng dalaga pero brusko ang dating. Hindi maganda ang pagkikita ng dalawa ng sa unang beses na magtagpo ang mga landas ng mga ito ay parang mga aso't pusa ang dalawa. Pero sa muling pagkikita ni Marcus at Aya ay biglang maiiba ang ihip ng hangin. Magkakaroon ng spark at liwanag ang paligid ni Aya na hindi nito maintindihan sa tuwing makikita nitong nakakatitig dito si Marcus. Ito na kaya ang pinakahihintay na pag-ibig ng dalaga o mag-iiwan lang ito ng isang masakit na alala sa buhay ni Aya? Sabay-sabay nating abangan ang kuwento ni Marcus at Aya, at kung paanong ang isang tao na inakala mong mali para sa iyo ay magiging siyang pinaka tamang tao na inilaan ng Diyos sayo.

Blurb **She's promised to his brother... but branded by his touch. And now the past refuses to stay buried.** *** **SIENNA** I thought I buried that night. The night I gave myself to a stranger. Reckless and wild. No names. No rules. No future. Just heat. Desperation. A body that made me forget who I was supposed to be. Now I wear his brother's ring. Planning a future with the man I'm supposed to love. Then he walks into my engagement party and everything shatters. Landon Callahan. The black sheep. The rebel. The man who touched me before I knew his name. He acts like I never existed. Like that night was nothing. But I remember every breath. Every broken rule. Every moment I came alive. I should walk away. Should marry Noah and forget. But Landon has always been the fire I was never meant to touch twice. *** ** **LANDON** She was never supposed to be his. The night I had her, I didn't ask her name. Didn't want to know. I just knew I'd never forget the way she looked at me. Like I was the only thing she ever wanted. Then I walk into the engagement party I should have skipped. And see her standing beside my brother. Now I'm back in the world I swore I'd left behind. And she's the one thing I can't outrun. She wears his ring. Smiles like she hasn't been in my bed. Pretends I never made her come undone. But I remember. And so does she. One night should have been the end. Instead it was only the beginning. Because I don't let go of what's mine. Not even for my brother.

Weston loves to be a bachelor. Hindi rin naman kasi siya naghahanap ng babae. Ang kaso, makulit ang ina niya at gusto na siyang mag-asawa tulad ng mga kaibigan niyang may pamilya na. Hanggang sa hindi na siya tumutol sa kagustuhan nito at naisip na seryosohin na ang kasal na mangyayari. Dumating ang inaabangan niya, nakilala niya ang babaeng magiging asawa niya sa isang iglap. She's undeniably beautiful pero taliwas ito sa mga babaeng nakilala niya, tahimik at hindi siya masyadong pinapansin. Hanggang sa malaman niya ang kalagayan nito. Sa pag-usbong ng kakaibang nararamdaman ng lalaki para sa asawa. Kaya ba niya talagang sumugal? Mapalambot din kaya ni Weston ang pusong takot magtiwala?