Love And Debt

"Vito. . ." mahinang tawag ni Lucille kay Vito. "Ibibigay ko na ang gusto mo. Let's get a divorce." Agad na napatahimik si Vito sa gulat nang marinig ang sinabi ng asawa. "Hindi ko na kaya. . ." mahinang dagdag ng babae. ~*~ Nang maikasal si Clarice Dominggo kay Vito Mendes-- akala niya'y natupad na ang kanyang pangarap ngunit hindi niya inaasahang magiging umpisa pala ito ng kanyang kalbaryo. Tatlong taon nagtiis si Clarice sa lahat ng sakit na idinulot ni Vito hanggang sa matauhan na ito. Papayag kaya si Vito sa hinihiling na divorce ni Clarice? O biglang magbabago ang ihip ng hangin.

My wife forces my sister to accompany some men for drinks so she can help her first love get investments. My sister finds an opportunity to run but gets harassed by other drunken men. As she tries to break free, she has a heart attack, and she dies. I'm devastated as I handle her funeral alone. That's when my wife calls and snaps, "Tell your sister to apologize to Claude! Do you know how much trouble she's caused for him?" I don't know how much trouble he's in. All I know is that one must pay the price for the things they've done.

Demon, Beast, King of hell, yan ang kadalasan na sinasabi ng mga taong nakaranas na ng kalupitan mula sa kanyang mga kamay. Gayunpaman, sa kabila ng kanyang pagiging demon beast, kinaiinggitan pa rin siya ng lahat dahil maraming babae ang handang lumuhod sa kanyang harapan makuha lamang ang kanyang atensyon at pagmamahal. Subalit lahat sila ay nabigo sapagkat hindi pa ipinanganak ang babaeng kayang tunawin ang nagyeyelong puso ni Allaric Dela Vega, ang pinakatanyag, mayaman at maimpluwensyang tao sa buong mundo. Ngunit nagbago ang lahat ng ibinenta sa kanya ni Mayor Enrique ang bunsong anak nito na babae, bilang kabayaran sa sampung milyong dolyar na halaga ng pagkakautang nito sa kanya. Walang balak si Allaric na bilhin ang anak ng alkalde, ngunit ginawa niya pa rin dahil hinamon siya ng kalupitan ng ugali ng dalaga. Siya lang ang tanging babae na hindi natatakot mamatay sa harapan niya; kahit pa tinagurian siyang, Adonis the greek god, sa kagwapuhan, wala pa ring epekto ito sa dalaga. "Kahit pilitin mo man akong magpakasal sayo, katawan ko lang ang makukuha mo, ngunit hindi ang puso ko." - Jayna "Hindi mo makuha ang kalayaan na gusto mo, dahil mamamatay akong nakakukong ka parin dito sa puso ko."- Allaric May mabubuo pa kayang pagmamahal sa kanilang dalawa gayung wala silang ibang ginawa kundi ang saktan ang isa't-isa? Magagawa kayang palayain ni Allaric si Jayna, kung ang gusto lang nito ay makalaya sa kanya at bumalik sa lalaking nagmamay-ari ng puso niya? What fate awaits the mafia king in his battle for love?

Two years ago, my mother forced me to break up with my boyfriend so I could take my sister's place and marry her blind fiancé. Two years later, my blind husband regains his vision. Then, my mother demands I return him to my sister. My father glares at me. "Don't forget that Ethan was Rosie's fiancé from the start! Do you think you're worthy of being his wife?" I'm about to die, anyway. Rosalie can have the position of being Mrs. Sadler if she wants! I'll wait to see karma after my death!

Elena Carter never thought her life could get any worse. After years of being treated as an outsider in her own family, she thought she had finally found love with her boyfriend, Brian. But everything shatters when she catches him in bed with her younger sister. Her father, a desperate gambler, sees her as nothing more than a burden. When a ruthless mafia boss, Dominic Moretti, comes to collect a debt, her father makes a horrifying decision—he offers Elena as payment. Before she can process what is happening, she is handed over to a dangerous man who sees people as nothing more than pests under his expensive shoes. Elena is taken to Dominic’s estate, where she is treated like a prisoner. But unlike the others who fear him, she refuses to submit. “I'll be a good girl," I said. "But only if you treat me right." Something crossed his face at the mention of my words. Amusement? Respect? Crossed his face. "We'll see," he said, pulling his hand away.

She sold her virginity to save a life. He bought her to ruin his own. Riva Sen stepped into the underground auction with trembling hands and fire in her veins. One night. One body. One unbearable memory—that’s all it was supposed to be. But Ares Moretti doesn’t believe in endings. He believes in ownership. Cold, cruel, and carved in secrets, the mafia heir wraps a contract around her throat and drags her into a world of silk sheets, bruised moans, and rules she never agreed to follow. She should hate him. She does. But her body remembers him in the dark. And Ares? He never forgets what he owns. In a war of desire and dominance, pleasure becomes punishment… And escape becomes the most dangerous game of all. Welcome to a story where lust signs the contract— And flesh pays the price.

Elena Thompson’s life has never been easy, but she’s always managed to survive. Working long shifts at a small diner, she’s spent years cleaning up the mess her father made—until the day he makes the ultimate mistake. Drowning in debt to dangerous people, he signs away the only thing he has left to offer: her. Alexander Calloway is ruthless, powerful, and dangerously cold. When he steps in to settle William Thompson’s debts, he doesn’t want money—he wants Elena. To him, marriage is just another contract, another deal to control. But what he doesn’t anticipate is the fire in her eyes and the way she refuses to bend to his will. into a world of wealth and secrets, Elena vows to fight for her freedom. But the more she clashes with her formidable husband, the more she finds herself drawn to the man behind the icy exterior. And as an old flame from Alexander’s past resurfaces, determined to ruin everything, Elena realizes that escaping her new life might not be her biggest challenge… Surviving it—and resisting the growing tension between her and Alexander—might be. In a battle of wills, desire, and betrayal, how long can Elena fight the pull of the man who holds her fate in his hands?

BOUGHT! BOUND! OWNED! Kyomi King is the first born child in her family, meaning she has to scrape and fend for herself and her brother, now that her parents are gone. Her life is not all sunshine and rainbows because not only were they orphaned when they were young, but they live in a country without legal papers, making the two siblings always on the receiving end of bad things. She slaves for his only family to put bread on the table and keep the roof over their heads, enduring endless sexual assault from her boss and the customers. But it is her life, and she has learned not to thirst for things that are out of reach. Until one day when her very own flesh and blood walks in followed by a bunch of mobsters, then brazenly sells her to them without much of hesitation. Betrayed, she finds herself trapped in a world of darkness, only to discover her inner strength and blossoms into an unstoppable force. All with the help of the man who owned her. Vincenzo Russo.

I was beginning to shed tears, couldn't wait any longer. "All the time I cry just because of you, and it doesn't touch you, you don't love me!" I said wiping off my tears with my hands. He took a sip from his glass cup. "You're mine, so it's your body. Why do you resist? Until then, a man has needs" He said confidently. "Because…" I was going to let it all out, tell him what a jerk he is, but I couldn't, he wasn't one to be messed with. Matt hated being disrespected or intimidated in anyway. "You know what… " I sobbed, Cleared my face "I would rather give another man my body!" "I would kill any man that touches you" he said with a light smile. "You wouldn't give me happiness, and you don't want me to get happiness from somewhere else, what kind of a man are you?" "No, Arianne, don't you dare question my authority." I ignored his words. "I'm a woman, I have needs too." "Come live with me, but you won't. I will make you a queen, give you all you want and—" "You mean make me your sex slave?" ....

I fought with my husband, Alessio, the Don of the Moretti family, over the mistress who'd given him twin sons. The next day, he stormed into my bedroom and put a gun to my head. "Did you take my sons?! You vicious bitch!" While I was still in shock, he ordered his men to lock my eight-year-old daughter, Lucia, in the icehouse for three whole days of "training." He gave me an ultimatum: Lucia would stay there until I brought him his sons. Lucia froze to death in that icehouse. I returned with her death certificate in my hand, my heart a hollow stone in my chest, only to find him moving his mistress and their sons into the home we once shared. He was cheerful, dismissing the whole thing as a misunderstanding. He even had the audacity to tell me to go get Lucia to meet her "new little brothers." I just stared, tears tracking paths down my face, the life inside me extinguished. It wasn't until that thin piece of paper—the death certificate—fluttered to the floor that the color drained from Alessio's face. He finally realized Lucia was gone. Killed by his own blind, cruel pride.