Joseph Vincent

The day I went into labor with the twins, I bribed the family doctor to shoot me up with every heavy-duty suppressant he could get his hands on. Anything to stall the birth. Why? Because in my last life, Vincent—my husband, the Don—claimed to have a low sperm count. To guarantee an heir, he lined up ten mistresses and told the whole house: whoever popped out a son first, her kid would be the next Corleone Don. He promised if I delivered first, he'd ditch the others. Said our baby would inherit the throne. I bought every word. When I found out I was carrying twins, I couldn't stop shaking—I thought I'd won. But after I gave birth, he tossed me and the babies into the freezing wine cellar and locked the place down. "Lucy came from nothing. I just wanted to give her kid a name. You started rumors, pushed her into despair, and now she's dead—her and the baby. You're vile. Not fit to be the Don's wife. Think about what you've done. I'll open the door in three days." Then he had the butler seal it shut. What he didn't know? That night, the cellar caught fire. Me and my babies? Burned alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back—right before labor. This time, I'm not staying. Soon as I deliver and get back on my feet, I'm taking my kids and disappearing for good.

Pendant cinq ans, j'ai été mariée à l'héritier de la famille Romano, la plus puissante organisation criminelle d'Italie. Chaque nuit, il m'a serrée dans ses bras et m'a murmuré : « Donne-moi un héritier, et je lui donnerai tout l'empire Romano. » Mais je ne suis jamais tombée enceinte, et la déception du Parrain envers moi a grandi au fil des mois. Puis j'ai découvert que mon mari avait secrètement remplacé mes comprimés d'acide folique par des pilules contraceptives. J'étais encore sous le choc et folle de colère quand je suis tombée sur une publication de son ex : une photo d'échographie. La légende était douce et suffisante : « Dix semaines déjà. Vincent a dit qu'il avait hâte de rencontrer le bébé. » En voyant l'avalanche de félicitations, j'ai pris ma décision. J'ai trouvé les coordonnées de mon ex-petit ami — celui qui a passé les cinq dernières années à tenter de me reconquérir. Je lui ai envoyé un seul message. « Donne-moi un mois. Ensuite, je pars avec toi. »

LOVE and HATE are sometimes considered to have the same feeling and effect. It requires the same amount of intensity. When you fall in love you always think about that person while when you hate someone you also do the same. Is it possible that hatred could turn into love? Can love forgive and forget the pain of the past? Queensley Hernandez ay kilalang-kilala sa industry na kinabibilangan niya. Brand ambassador kasi siya ng isang kilalang clothing line at cosmetic company. Magandang mukha, makinis, katawan na may magandang kurbada at marangyang buhay. Halos lahat ay nasa kanya na pero pakiramdam niya ay may kulang pa rin sa buhay niya. Kaakibat ng kasikatan niya ay ang panghuhusga ng mga tao sa paligid niya. Kinababaliwan siya ng mga kalalakihan samantalang sinusumpa naman siya ng mga kababaihan. Wala siyang pakialam sa sinasabi ng ibang tao dahil alam niya na wala naman siyang tinatapakan na tao. Marami ang nagagalit sa kanya at hinusgahan siya ng hindi muna siya kinikilala. Isa sa mga taong iyon ay ang nag-iisang anak ng taong kumupkop sa kanya si Mark Joseph Donovan. Kinababaliwan at hinahabol siya ng mga kababaihan dahil sa taglay niyang kagwapuhan pati na rin sa kanyang reputasyon. Wala siyang panahon makipagrelasyon dahil mas naka-focus siya sa pagpapalago ng negosyo. Kinatatakutan naman siya ng mga tao sa industriya na ginagalawan niya dahil sa pagiging matalino, agresibo at strikto. Iniwan niya ang kumpanya ng magulang niya at nagtayo ng sarili niyang kumpanya. Galit siya sa Papa niya kaya umalis siya at nabuhay mag-isa. Ngunit sadyang mapaglaro ang tadhana dahil kailangan harapin niya ang Papa pati na rin ang babaeng kinasusuklaman niya. Ano ang kalalabasan ng paghaharap nila? Posible ba na mabago pa ang pagtingin ni Mark kapag na kasama niya si Queensley?

STORY IS CURRENTLY ON HOLD TO ENSURE BEST QUALITY OF CONTENT. "Are you a friend or foe?" I whispered as a strong sense of desire flared just by the mere heat I felt coming from his body. "Neither." He smirked devilishly. "My alliance lies with the highest bidder. They say kill, I say how much." "Then are you here to kill me?" I asked trying to remain rational as his intoxicating essence attacks all my senses. "Not in the literal sense." He whispers in my ear. "I plan to hog tie and f**k you til you think you've died and gone to heaven." "Is that a promise?" My core throbs as I imagine all the ways he could please me. "It is, and I always keep my promises." Since birth Amya's life was all planned out for her. Every step, every lesson, every day was spent preparing to be the bride of Vincent Miguel, the alpha of the Blue Moon pack. At least, that was the plan until Mykel Brady came crashing into her life. Now Amya finds herself oddly drawn to the wild and mysterious Mykel. This attraction leaves her rethinking her entire existence and desperately wanting to leave the mundane life she has always lived. Mykel, a wicked assassin whose alliance went with the highest bidder was hired to get rid of Amya, but little did he expect to find himself oddly attracted to her and her fierce and wild spirit. Not one to care for the rules or responsibilities, Mykel finds himself taking Amya away from the life she always knew and introducing her to his world. A world of kill or be killed and darkness. Will the two be able to defy all the odds for one another?

Richie Wallace et Natalie Pierre se sont mariés pour sauver l’entreprise Wallace. Mais le père de Natalie avait trompé celui de Richie et lui a donné l’argent d’un trafiquant. Après le mariage, le couple Pierre s’enfuit, mais ils ont eu un accident et en sont morts. Le créancier de Philippe Pierre trouve Vincent Wallace qu’il prend pour complice et le tue. Sa femme a eu une attaque en apprenant la nouvelle et en est morte. La lune de miel a été interrompue par un appel de la police. En apprenant la nouvelle, Richie est furieux et voulait tuer Natalie. Mais il décide de la garder à ses côtés pour la torturer. Cinq ans après, Natalie parvient finalement à s’échapper. Malheureusement, elle a eu un accident de voiture et a perdu la mémoire sur les cinq dernières années. C’était sûrement la peur d’être retrouvée et à nouveau maltraitée qui l’a mené à se focaliser sur cette période durant son accident. Quand Richie la retrouve, il se rend compte que cette femme était plus intéressante que celle qu’il avait apprivoisée et maltraitée durant ces cinq années. Il commence alors à tomber amoureux. Mais cet amour aura beaucoup d’ennemis.

Luca's expression turned serious. "What's going on, Isabella? You can tell me anything." Isabella took a deep breath before blurting out the truth. "I'm pregnant, Luca." The room fell silent. Luca's eyes widened in shock. Isabella continued, her voice shaking. "And the father... is Vincent Moreno." Luca's face turned grim. "The mafia king?" Isabella nodded, feeling a wave of fear wash over her. She knew what this meant. She knew that she couldn't keep her pregnancy a secret from Vincent. He would stop at nothing to claim his child. Luca's voice brought her back to reality. "You know what this means, don't you? You can't keep this a secret from him. He'll find out, and when he does... " Isabella's eyes flashed with determination. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect my child, Luca. I'll go to the ends of the earth to keep them safe from him." Luca's expression turned somber. "How long can you keep running, Isabella? You can't hide forever." Isabella's jaw set in determination. "As long as I'm alive, Luca. I'll never let him near my child." *** "WHERE IS MY CHILD, ISABELLA?" He thundered, his eyes blazing with fury. Isabella's cup fell from her hands, shattering on the floor. She felt like she was frozen in time, unable to move or speak. The man took a step closer, his eyes fixed on hers. "You've been hiding my child from me for seven years. It's time I took what's mine."

Before I turned eighteen, I was the adored principessa of the Moretti family. That all changed on my eighteenth birthday, when my father brought home an orphan girl named Carina. "She needs a home," my father said. "You will look after her, like a sister." From that moment on, nothing was the same. My brother, who once doted on me, became cold and distant. And my fiancé... his love for me seemed to halve overnight. The family praised Carina for being gentle and obedient, calling her a far better daughter than me, their own flesh and blood. After being cast aside for Carina one too many times, I finally broke and grabbed my father's sleeve. "Does blood mean nothing at all?" My father's fury ignited. He sheltered a tear-stricken Carina behind him, and in front of every member of the family, he struck me across the face. "You selfish waste. I wish I'd never had you." "You bring shame to this family," my brother Marco's voice was as cold as a blade. "Get out." And my fiancé, Vincent, looked at me with disappointment,"If only it had been Carina I was engaged to from the start." They thought I would grovel at their feet, like I always did. But I said nothing, just walked to the family safe, removed the official documents, and drew a single line through my name. I took the engagement ring from my finger and placed it on the table. I gave Carina everything they felt I didn't deserve. After all, I only had a few days left to live. But they had no idea then that amid the ruins of the Moretti family, they would one day kneel in the rain and plead for my return.

A rebellious woman and a policeman. Will she accept that she was loved and chained by him? Tunay nga na kapag tumitigas ang ulo ng isang bata, kailangang dinidisiplina. Pero sa kaso ni Gisselle na dalaga na, hindi niya matanggap na dinidisiplina siya ng isang pulis na hindi niya naman kilala. Ang nais niya lang naman ay magrebelde dahil sa sama ng loob niya sa sarili niyang ama na dating pulis, na aniya’y tila wala naman daw sa katuwiran, at abusado sa karapatan ng kababaihan. Naging party girl siya dahil sa mga barkada niya at sinasadyang magpa-late ng uwi upang inisin ang kaniyang ama. Pero ang hindi niya alam, iyon na pala ang huling beses na magagawa niya ang mga bagay na ’yon. Nahuli siya ng mga pulis sa kalsada nang hating-gabi, at naging buena manong curfew violator sa gabing iyon. Napatawan siya ng community service sa loob ng isang buwan. Naiinis siya sa tuwing nakakakita siya ng mga pulis, lalo na ang lalaking hindi niya inaasahang makikilala niya. Naiinis siya lalo dahil desidido itong palambutin ang ulo niya. Tahimik lamang itong lalaki pero walang sinoman ang kayang bumali sa mga salita nito. Hanggang sa hindi niya namamalayan na nag-iiba na pala ang tingin at pananaw niya sa mga pulis, na hindi pala lahat ay masasama tulad ng iniisip niya noon. May tulad pa rin pala ni PCol. Carlos Joseph Guevarra na matino at disiplinadong pulis na magpapatino sa kaniyang rebeldeng pag-iisip. Lingid sa kaalaman ng dalaga, may lihim palang interes sa kaniya ang single at treinta y tres anyos na pulis. Kaya naman pala kahit na anong gawin niya ay pinapansin agad nito at todo kung makaprotekta sa kaniya. Papaano niya kaya mapipigilan ang lalaki kung siya mismo ay hindi ito magawang mapaikot sa mga kamay niya?

Isaac held her hand with the depleting energy in him, his body shaking as he felt the steady stream of crimson fluid pumping out of his heart and flowing down his skin, staining his vest. She tried to pull the scissors out again, but he held on tighter, squeezing his face at the searing pain. "Love," He mumbled, looking into her cold eyes. Natalie pulled at the scissors, but he held on with every little energy he had in him, shaking his head in plea that she'd stop. She didn't, and his tenacity made her twist the tool, and he let out a painful groan, a hot drop of tear escaping his eyes. ... As he laid there with four bleeding puncture wounds in his body, his bloodshot eyes fell on her unconscious body, and more painful tears trickled down his face. He had failed. He had failed his wife and son. *** Natalie Cabel's life changes from bitter to bittersweet after a one-night stand with Isaac Bardekk, heir apparent to the throne of Bardaen. His love was contagious and bewitching, and she found herself helplessly wanting him in her forever. But a lady without roots could never be a crown princess of such a powerful kingdom, especially not one who lived a promiscuous life. Isaac, however, was not ready to give up as he promised her a new identity, prestige, and immunity in return for her being a faithful wife. For how long, though, and to what extent can she remain immune to hate and adversity from the queen consort? The queen mother? Her father-in-law, the king? And the subjects? If so, can she really uphold her faithfulness and be free from her husband's hate? Even when Vincent, Isaac's stepbrother, targets that?

Begitu aku hamil, aku dielu-elukan sebagai perempuan paling berharga di dunia mafia. Suamiku, kepala keluarga baru Keluarga Jasman, sampai menutup satu area rumah sakit swasta khusus untuk pemeriksaan kehamilanku. Sementara ayahku, Chandra, memanggil semua koki berbintang Michelin di Kota Nordi ke kediaman keluarga, hanya agar aku bisa makan apa pun yang kuinginkan. Bayi yang kukandung ditakdirkan menjadi satu-satunya pewaris dari dua keluarga mafia paling berkuasa. Namun, pada hari ketika kami seharusnya menandatangani dokumen yang menjamin warisan anakku, mereka berdua menghilang. "Ada urusan keluarga mendesak," kata suamiku, Desta, sambil mengecup keningku. "Kita bisa selesaikan urusan warisan anak ini setelah kita kembali. Nggak perlu terburu-buru." Tak lama setelah mereka pergi, aku menerima sebuah tautan menuju siaran langsung anonim. Suara ayahku terdengar dari video itu, dingin, lebih dingin dari yang pernah kudengar sebelumnya. "Jadi kamu bilang kontrak pernikahanmu dengan Eva nggak pernah sah. Bukankah itu berarti anak itu adalah anak haram?" Vincent tampak bersantai di sebuah klub, mengembuskan cincin asap rokok. Dalam pelukannya ada saudari tiriku, Sarah. "Eva selalu mendapatkan cinta dan perhatian," ujarnya santai. "Anaknya nggak akan kekurangan apa pun." "Sarah sudah bertahun-tahun diejek karena statusnya. Aku harus memperbaiki semuanya untuknya, memberinya keadilan, memberi anak kami nama yang sah." Saat itu juga, dadaku terasa diremas. Napasku tersengal, nyaris tak bisa bernapas. Kemudian, ponselku bergetar lagi. Sebuah pesan masuk. [ Selamat datang kembali di Keluarga Gandara, ratuku. ] [ Sebut saja satu kata dan anak yang kamu kandung akan menyandang nama Keluarga Gandara serta menjadi pewaris paling berkuasa di dunia mafia Amira. ]