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Raegan Denise Cristobal thought she had found the ideal man, until his love turned abusive, leaving her bruised and broken. Having finally had enough of the pain, she turns to her sister for a lifeline. With her sister's help, Raegan flees the city and finds herself hiding in an unfamiliar, quiet place called Sitio Maligaya. There, far from the terror of her past, she crosses paths with Dominic Traise Rosario. Dominic is everything her ex-boyfriend was not: gentle, steady, and protective. But underneath his calm exterior lies a dark past and a heavy regret that haunts him to this day. As their lives intertwine in the serenity of the countryside, an undeniable bond begins to grow. Dominic becomes her unexpected knight, guarding her fragile peace. But just as Raegan dares to believe in love and healing again, her worst nightmare returns. Her abusive ex-boyfriend tracks her down to Sitio Maligaya, ready to terrorize her once more. With danger looming, will Dominic be able to save his duchess, or will the ghosts of both their pasts destroy their chance at a new beginning?

Book 2 of The Hidden Affair Of The Legal Wife. Warning: Some chapters may have mental triggers, murd3r, and s*xual content. Viewer discretion is advised. After her husband's death, Emerald finds herself locked up in her room, unable to interact with people as she blames herself over and over for it. With the help of her boyfriend, Dean, she somehow got better, and with a few people interacting and cheering her up. But, what would happen if she thought the person who helped her was the one who would cause her pain? Her suffering? Will she ever heal? Will she ever move on? Read at your own risk.

Miley's life fell apart on the night of her 19th Birthday. The celebration was tainted by the business of betrayal. At the party, Miley's drink was spiked, and when she felt ill, she staggered out of the room, only to stumble upon a conspiracy between her boyfriend and her sister. She had always known that her sister didn't love her. but what she hadn't expected was that her boyfriend, whom she had always trusted, was also in cahoots with her. Realization stung sharper than the cold air outside as she discovered their cruel intentions to humiliate her. Overwhelmed and betrayed, she found refuge in an unfamiliar room. But fate, it seemed, had a cocktail of sorrows lined up for her. In the room she sought refuge in was Logan Pierce. This man, a dominant and arrogant person, and her boyfriend's uncle were known to be a living nightmare for those who would cross his path. Under the influence of drugs, they slipped into a night, and he took her for the first time in ways she wished she could forget. Waking up to a world where accusations were hurled at her from all corners, her family turned their backs on her. Placating Logan seemed to have ranked higher than standing up for Miley, their own blood. Disowned and discarded, Miley found herself abandoned on the relentless, heartless streets. Years later, she had blossomed into the U.S. manager of Hales company. During a business meeting, she stumbled upon Logan once again. But the passing years had erased Miley's face from Logan's memory, arousing within him a curiosity and fascination for this elusive lady director. unable to recall the tragic past, Logan felt unwarranted anger towards Miley as he continuously evaded her- thus beginning their forbidden dance of desire yet again.

Since it's already the end of the year, the music app I use produces a report on the songs I've listened to in 2025. The keyword of my report is "resonance". Over the year, I don't spend much time listening to the songs on this app. My girlfriend, Sienna Fletcher, is the one who's been using my account this whole time. There's a row beneath the keyword that's written in a tiny font. "You had listened to this song with someone at 4:00 am on December 1st. It turns out that love can go beyond a night's sleep." My breath gets hitched in my throat. December 1st is my birthday. But that night, I had gone to bed at an early hour. Meanwhile, Sienna had left hurriedly after cutting my birthday cake with me with the excuse that she needed to pull an overnight shift at the company. For some reason, I tap onto the unfamiliar-looking profile that has been interacting frequently with my account with a trembling finger. Their keyword of the year is "favor". My heart skips a beat at the sight. Then, I tap on the details. "Over the year, you've listened to songs with this user 688 times in the middle of the night. Every time you do, it's a secretive conversation meant for your souls." The next thing I know, I receive a message from Sienna. "Babe, I need to work overtime tonight again. You don't have to wait up for me. Just go to bed early." At the same time, a new post is uploaded on the unfamiliar profile. It features a photo of two hands that are intertwined together. "I love working overtime with her the most. I want to listen to songs with her forever."

Tristan is an alpha, strong and silent, with control over everything around him, he only screws omegas, everyone knows that, he is a perfectionist, everyone knows that, Dylan Harper is the only assistant he tolerates, everyone knows that, but what everyone doesn’t know is Tristan is the Alpha under Dylan’s sheets. Dylan is just a beta, kind and invisible. When they’re forced together by work, tension builds between them, but Dylan knows his place. Alphas don’t look at betas like him. There’s no room for dreams or hope. But after waking up one day with an Alpha under his sheets, Dylan starts to wonder if he’s been wrong about everything. Will he remain just a shadow to Tristian, or is there more to his story? ••• Tristan’s breath was steady, but I could feel the tension in the air between us. I stood too close. My fingers brushed against his arm, just enough to make the heat between us undeniable. “Don’t…” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine. But I didn’t move away. I couldn’t. His presence was too much, too magnetic. My body hummed with a hunger I didn’t know how to quiet. His eyes locked with mine, intense, searching, like he knew what I was feeling before I did. “You’re too close,” he whispered. I stayed silent, caught between the urge to pull away and the need to be closer. His breath, warm on my skin, made it harder to think. “Do you intend to trigger your heat again, my pretty little thing?” He breathed out and I could have climaxed right there and then.

Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting. Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line. It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.” Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away. He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements. He hadn’t even opened the attachments. Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow. His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only. A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her. She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here. But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance. But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought: She’s the one I’m going to ask. And hell help them both when she says yes.

They called him the Mafia King, but I knew him as the devil who ripped my sister from this world. My mission was sacred; vengeance. My method; Seduce the beast, then plunge the knife deep when he least expects it. I stepped into his world and offered him my supposed innocence, and like all devils, he took the bait. ​Dominic Sokolov didn’t just want me; he claimed me. Every possessive stare, every burning touch, every depraved whisper chipped away at the vengeance that once fueled my soul. He was a poison I craved, a sin I embraced, and with every scorching kiss, the bullet meant for his heart began to feel like my own. But a devil always finds his due. And when he discovers the assassin hidden beneath the lover, I know what waits. ​A hell far worse than death itself. CONTENT WARNING: This book contains mature themes, including dark romance, morally complex characters and situations that might be intense for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

Hindi akalain ni Adela na masisira ang buhay niya nang isang gabi lang dahil sa pagpinagkakatiwalaan niyang kaibigan. AT ang masalimuot na gabing iyon ay ang gabing makikila niya si Desmond Kyle Aviel Monarco ang kinatatakutan at pinaka makapangyarihan sa larangan nang negosyo at isa sa mga mayayamang tao. pilit niyang kinakalimutan ito, kahit halos gabi gabi itong bumabalik sa mga alaala niya, Ngunit paano niya gagawin iyon kung kahit saan siya magpunta ay nagkikita sila, Sa bawat pagkikita nila ay sinusunggaban siya nang halik, mga halik na lalong nagpapgagulo sa puso at isipan niya, sa bawat haplos nito ang nagpapadingas nuoh ng init ng katawan niya. Inaangkin siyang pag aari nito, pilit man niya na iwasan ito ay lagi siya nitong nahahanap. "Where do you think your going baby hmmm" Saad niya sa akin na ikinaatras ko, madilim ang mga mata nitong nakatitig sa akin, umiigting ang tulisan nitong mga panga. "K-Kailangan ko nang bumalik sa trabaho ko" Sagot ko rito na ikinaatras ko na lalo naman nitong ikinalapit sa akin. "Are you avoiding me?" Madiin niyang saad sa akin na ikinaatras ko pa, malamig na pader na ang naramdaman ko sa likod ko. Itinokod nito ang isang kamay nito sa pader sa gilid ko, langhap na langhap ko ang pabango at amoy nitong alak sa bibig niya. Bago pa ako makapagreact ay sinunggaban niya agad ako nang halik, may dahas ang bawat halik niya pilit niyang ipinapasok roon ang dila niya sa bibig ko na napagtagumpayan niya. "Hmmmppp" daing ko na pilit siyang tinutulak, pinakawalan niya ang labi ko, hingal na hingal kami dahil sa halik "Don't you ever try to avoiding me or else i'll make you cry harder, screaming and begging like no mercy" madiin niyan sabi sa akin,na iniwan akong tulala at may kaba.

"Stop it, Dad! I'm your daughter-in-law!" Ever since my husband fails to get his willy up due to an accident, I keep bawling my eyes in the middle of the night. My father-in-law, Anthony Clarke, climbs into my bed at midnight out of sympathy toward me. "Natalie, you'll only hurt yourself if you keep using those toys. Here, let me help you." After that, he lifts my legs roughly.

When Joy Staton, my adoptive sister, fainted in the freezer on her birthday, William Staton, my brother, checked on the security footage in rage. The moment he saw that I was the one who took Joy into the freezer, he kicked me inside without hesitation. Before shutting the door, he stared at me in disgust. “You’ve been pushing your luck a lot these days, huh? If I’d been a second too late, Joy would’ve died!” I wanted to defend myself, but William refused to listen and slammed the door shut. I heard him talking to the bodyguards outside. “If she doesn’t apologize, don’t let her out!” But he did not know that Joy had set the freezer to –58 °F. I did not even have the strength to complain about the freezer being cold. William did not know that the sister he once loved dearly had stopped breathing in the freezer. He had killed his only blood relative left in the world.