Im The Real One

Walter Gray Arkinson is a simple guy who loves to perform. In his 18 years of existence, he never fell in love. He's scared to fall in love with anyone due to his traumatic experiences. His parents are both victims of arrange marriage, and his father constantly cheated. Until one day, he met Angelica Shane Gonzales. Ang mundo nyang tahimik naging sobrang makulay, pero paano kung magkaroon na naman sya nang napakadaming problema? They say that when you love, you must trust the one you love. But what if you trust too much and get broken? Will you still be able to trust again? kakayanin mo bang sabihin na "Sya Parin"? All Rights Reserved

Eden Blake never believed in fairy tales—especially not the kind that begin with a billionaire’s offer and end in a penthouse suite. But when a desperate night leads to a fake engagement with cold, ruthless CEO Cassian Wolfe, Eden signs on for one month of pretending, pretending she’s in love... and pretending she isn’t falling for him. The rules were simple. No touching. No real feelings. No strings attached. But in Cassian’s world of press scandals, public enemies, and hidden trauma, the line between fake and real quickly blurs. And when secrets come to light—and hearts get involved—Eden realizes the most dangerous thing about the deal… is that it might be real after all. In this steamy, emotional billionaire romance, hearts are currency, secrets are leverage, and love might be the most expensive risk of all.

The ancient flame never chooses wrong... until it chose me. Unseen. Forgotten. That's all I've ever been in the Crescent Pack, until the night the sacred flame marked me. Not to one Alpha... but to two. Maxim Blackwood, the fierce leader torn between duty and desire. Icarus Nightshadow, the cold strategist who hides more than he reveals. Rivals bound to me by fate. But what am I to them? As ancient secrets emerge and shadows close in, I find myself at the center of an ancient war. The truth is slipping through my fingers. And the deeper I fall, the more enemies emerge. Can I trust my comrades when they never wanted me?

Jaz was found in the middle of nowhere beaten and scarred all over her body her new family heals her and trains her to be the best of the best to protect herself from what’s out there out there the only bad part is she doesn’t know from what though. Will she get her memories back? Will she know the secrets from her pasted and what will her mate do when she meets her mate? Read more to unfold the life of Jaz and her silver necklace….

Everyone in the underworld knew Rosalie Thorne, the "Thorn Principessa" of the North. Wild, rebellious, notorious. Street racing, high-stakes gambling, guns, and drinking, she had mastered them all. The rose-and-thorn tattoo on the nape of her neck drove countless men wild. But what they didn't know was that for Rocco, the new mob boss of the South, a single sentence, "I prefer a more obedient woman," was all it took. At his word, I had the tattoo lasered off and swapped my leathers for long, conservative dresses. I am Rosalie. For five years, I hid my identity and played the porcelain doll Rocco wanted. Until the night he eliminated all his rivals and was crowned the new Don of the South. That was when he let his men bow to another woman, hailing her as their "Donna." I watched Rocco. The same hands that had just executed a traitor were now gently placing a pair of red high heels on the feet of his adoptive sister, Vivian. "Rosalie, she has a temper. She'll make a scene if she doesn't get the title." "You're the good one, the obedient one. Just let her have this." That day, I walked straight out into the rain and never looked back. I was never truly obedient. I just made myself smaller for him. My family had already chosen a husband for me. They had been waiting five years, just for me to say yes.

It was just a one night mistake but turned into a lifetime imprisonment. Allanna and Giel’s agreement is to be married for convenience with a written contract and their signatures on it. Will Allanna be able to act along with Giel for the sake of the contract, or will her feelings grow for him?

Matapos mahuli ni Caroline ang boyfriend niya at ang half-sister niya na nagsesex sa condo ng boyfriend niya ay nagpakasal siya sa isang lalaking hindi niya kilala. Hindi man niya pinag-isipan ng mabuti ang desisyon niya pero hindi na siya pwedeng umatras lalo na at nasa harapan na sila ng civil registrar. Nang pakasalan ni Caroline si Caleb ay puro panlalait at panghuhusga ang natanggap niya. Paulit-ulit din siyang ipinapahiya ng pamilya niya. Paano kung ang lalaking inakala ng lahat na mahirap, walang edukasyon at walang maipagmamalaki ay nagmula pala sa pinakamayamang pamilya? The CEO of Thompson Legacy Group.

The whole wolf pack knew I was Alpha Nick’s fated mate—chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. But the second I stepped into Brown Pack territory with my suitcase in hand— His mother, Mrs. Johnson, ordered the maids to spray me with wolfsbane. His cousin, Enna, "accidentally" put me in *his* bedroom. And his childhood sweetheart, Rina, slapped a ten-million-dollar check in my face, demanding I publicly renounce this "joke of a mating bond." Even Alpha Nick himself—the ruthless legend of the pack—spent the first night wrapped around me like a damn octopus, only to kick me out coldly the next morning: *"Get out. Don’t come back to my room again."* When I was framed for theft, forced to work overtime till midnight, or locked inside a pitch-black office mid-panic attack… My *"fiancé"* was too busy grinding on Rina at some high-society ball. Then the truth about me dropped— Brown Pack’s elders dropped to their knees, trembling. Rina ripped her knockoff Luara gown in rage. And Alpha Nick, eyes bloodshot, pinned me against the wall: *"Wendy… you played me."* I smirked, peeling his fingers off me. *"Sorry, Alpha. The three-month contract’s up."* *"Now… call me by my real title—heir of White Moon Pack."*

At my 25th birthday party, my childhood sweetheart got down on one knee, holding a diamond ring. "Diane, will you marry me?" I nodded, my eyes misty with tears, but just as I reached out, he slipped the ring onto my best friend's finger instead. The room went silent for a beat before erupting in laughter. "Just kidding!" Livio Becker laughed. "You didn't take it seriously, did you?" I forced a smile and looked over his shoulder at someone. "I bet he would propose tonight, and I was right. You lost the bet, so tomorrow we're getting married for real."

My family sold one of their properties to put me through school abroad. Nathan Kingsley and I had been together three years. Two of those were long-distance. Through those two years of me alone overseas, he never broke contact — airport pickups, long phone calls, every anniversary remembered. I'd never once doubted him. I thought distance hadn't beaten us. The day I flew home, he was waiting at Arrivals with a bouquet of flowers. He smiled and said, "Finally." We set the engagement date. We picked out the dress. We booked the reception. The day the wedding march began and I stood at the top of the aisle looking at him, I thought — these three years were worth every minute. Then the doors behind me opened. My sister walked into the chapel, in a white dress, and slid her arm through his. She smiled at me. "Sorry, sis. Those airport pickups? I'm the one who sent him. For the last three years, he's been mine the whole time."