Is Rhea Ripley Single

One tragic night ruined her life… but one sinful night awakened something she should’ve never felt. *** Maya Ramirez is a top actress—admired by millions, envied by many, but shattered within. Sa araw ng kanyang bed scene shoot, nakatanggap siya ng balitang ikinawasak ng mundo niya: naaksidente ang ama niya at nang dumating siya sa ospital ay patay na ito. At ang mas masakit? Buntis ang kapatid niyang si Maica, at ang ama ng dinadala nito ay walang iba kung 'di ang boyfriend ni Maya. Dahil sa sakit, sa galit, sa pagkawasak—uminom siya ng alak hanggang mawalan ng kontrol. At sa isang gabi ng kahinaan, nakatulog siya sa bisig ng isang estranghero. Ngunit pagmulat niya… hindi pala ito estranghero. Ito ay si Atty. Luigi Salazar—ang kanyang tiyuhin. Dapat ay isang pagkakamali lang iyon. Dapat ay kalimutan na, pero hindi siya pinakawalan ni Luigi. Hindi siya tinalikuran. Sa halip, ang bawat gabi ay naging mas mapusok, mas makasalanan… at mas mahirap itigil. They tried to deny it. They tried to hide it. Until one revelation changed everything—they’re not blood-related. Pero sapat ba 'yon para maging tama ang mali? Handa ba silang ipaglaban ang pag-ibig na itinatago nila sa dilim? O mas pipiliin nilang masunog sa apoy ng bawal na pagmamahalan?

He is the Eagle, the unknown face but the known name in the underworld mafia. She is sweet and normal girl who was just betrayed by her fiance. She was searching for the life for herself. But what happens when these two who are completely unknown of their future clash together? What happens when the most powerful underworld mafia asks her to be his son's nanny and she falls for him hard? Will he fall for her despite the fact that he was once betrayed? Will he be able to replace her? Warning:∆The following contents may contain scenes which aren't tolerable and appropriate for some readers.Please, read at your own risk.Contains mature contents of violence, murder, blood shedding and sexual intimacies.∆

Hadley Russell and Harper Bennett-identical twins separated in childhood-haven't spoken in eight years. Harper, now a scandal-prone model and the face of a global perfume brand, suddenly reappears, desperate and cornered by a PR disaster. She begs Hadley to take her place in the spotlight for one week. Hadley is reluctant-until she sees the paycheck. Now she's in a penthouse wearing designer gowns, fielding paparazzi, and standing across from the man Harper left at the altar: tech billionaire Matthew Jones. He's cold, suspicious, and heartbreakingly gorgeous. What begins as an impersonation becomes dangerously real when sparks fly, secrets pile up, and Hadley finds herself falling-not just for the life, but for the man who doesn't know who she really is.

[MATURE CONTENT !!!] Bilang isang mapagmahal na anak ay handang gawin ni Jillian ang lahat para lamang mapaoperahan niya ang kanyang ina na may sakit sa puso dahil ito na lamang ang meron siya. At dahil sa kahirapan ay pikit mata na lamang na nagbenta ng kanyang katawan si Jillian sa isang bar. Kahit takot na takot siya ay pinilit na lamang niyang magpakatatag para sa kanyang ina na may sakit. Lingid sa kaalaman ni Jillian ay may lihim pala na pagtingin sa kanya ang kanyang boss na si Harold Villanueva at sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon ay ito ang nakakuha sa kanya sa bar. Sa paglipas naman ng mga araw ay tuluyan nang naging obsessed si Harold kay Jillian at para bang gusto na lamang niya na palagi niya itong nakikita at nakakasama. Paano kaya ito matatakasan ni Jillian? O mas magandang tanong ay tatakasan pa ba niya ito? O mapapamahal na rin siya rito?

Who knew the bad boy could be smart in school? It's Amanda's time to find out, when she's been assigned Vince Ryker as her new history tutor. Her life would never be the same again.

After being sent back in time, Emma Horten did two things. The first thing she did was abandon her ungrateful husband and son; the second thing she did was set out to rebuild her career.

“And the night we met again,” I whisper, “my wolf recognized you.” Silence. “Recognized me how?” she asks carefully. My chest burns even as my pulse thunders in my ears. “As my mate.” The word falls between us like shattered glass. Avara laughs. “That’s not funny.” “I know.” “You’re my brother.” “I know.” I find myself inching closer… closer. “That’s impossible. This is sick.” “I know,” I say again, voice breaking now. “I fought it. Gods, I fought it. I tried to convince myself my instincts were wrong, that my wolf was broken, that I was losing my mind.” Her hands shake. “Stop.” “I can’t,” I say hoarsely. “Because every second I’m near you, it gets worse. Because my wolf wants to kneel at your feet and tear the world apart to protect you.” Avara stands abruptly, backing away until her spine hits the wall. “You’re lying.” “I wish I were.” …………………………… Fifteen years after vanishing from the Silvermoon pack, Kaeden Vane returns, older, lethal, and right on time at thirty-three, the age decreed by the Moon Goddess for succession, having spent years years amassing forbidden knowledge, mastering dangerous magic, and preparing to destroy his father, the man who murdered his mother in a bid for godhood. His return reunites him with Avara Vane, his seemingly fragile, human adopted sister that Silas, their father, adopted as an ‘act of mercy’. She is a Nyxarel, whose parents were slaughtered by the man she calls father and who has been conveniently placed and subdued by his father, until it is the right time to use her blood to attain immortality. And one touch is all it takes for Kaeden’s wolf to recognize her as his mate, an impossible, unforgivable bond…

Getting pregnant was supposed to be the most beautiful thing to happen to a woman. Vivian Colbert just got the good news and wanted to gingerly share it with her husband, only to meet him in bed with another woman. As if that wasn't enough pain, she was injected with cocaine by the side chick. Two years later, Vivian is the best skilled assassin and got a mission to murder the well known billionaire-her ex husband.

Grant, the heir to the Bennett family, had been my protector for over a decade. He taught me how to fire my first shot and saved me from every attempt on my life. After someone slipped drugs into Grant's drink at the family gathering, he stumbled into my room, and his icy control shattered. His hands found my waist as he pulled me close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered my name. A single night of drugged passion left me pregnant with his child. When my twin sister, Claire, found out, she left a note and disappeared, heartbroken. After that, I was cast as the cold-hearted villain who drove her own sister away. Grant personally forced the contraceptive potion down my throat and exiled me to the lawless territories beyond our family's control. To make me atone, he abandoned me to fend for myself in that desolate land. I was eventually killed in the crossfire of a mob war. As I lay dying, my mind was flooded with memories of Grant. The troublemaker he always called me was finally gone. He must have been relieved. When I next opened my eyes, I had returned to the morning after that disastrous night. This time, without hesitation, I drank the contraceptive potion myself.

The day we were meant to be mated, my Alpha, Ford, was ambushed. Silver bullets shredded his car, sending it plunging off a bridge and into the river below. He was pronounced dead. Drowned. I was left pregnant with his heir, shattered by the raw agony of our severed mate bond. Then Ford's twin, Aiden, returned from abroad with his mate, Kyra. His identical face and a scent so similar to my mate's nearly drove me mad. A desperate part of me swore Ford was still alive. I told myself it was just grief. A widow's delusion. Until I overheard a hushed conversation and the horrifying truth slammed into me: the man pretending to be Aiden was Ford. He had faked his death. He'd let his own brother die in his place, all for Kyra—the other woman carrying his child. The grief that had crippled me instantly morphed into a cold, sharp rage. Ford didn't just break our bond; he shattered it. And I would make him pay. I wiped my tears and sent a single message to my brother, Billy, the Alpha of the Winterstone Pack. "Brother, I need a plane crash. He loves faking his death? Fine. Let him feel what it's like to truly lose a mate." Only when the news of my "death" spread did Ford reclaim his name. He knelt for seven days and nights in the ashes of the home we once shared, consumed by a grief of his own making.