Marco Angelina Ballerina

Com nove meses de gravidez, eu estava na reta final do meu termo, pronta para dar à luz a qualquer momento. Mas meu marido, Vito Falcone, subchefe da família, havia me trancado. Ele me mantinha em uma sala médica subterrânea e estéril, injetando-me um medicamento que suprimia o trabalho de parto. Enquanto eu gritava de dor, ele friamente me dizia para aguentar. Porque se esperava que a viúva de seu irmão, Scarlett, entrasse em trabalho de parto exatamente na mesma hora. Um juramento que ele fizera ao seu irmão falecido declarava que o primogênito herdaria o lucrativo território da família na Costa Oeste. — Essa herança pertence ao filho de Scarlett. — Disse ele. — Com Daemon morto, ela está sozinha e desamparada. Você tem meu amor, Alessia. Todo ele. Só preciso que ela dê à luz em segurança. Depois será a sua vez. — Continuou. A droga era um tormento constante. Implorei para que ele me levasse a um hospital. Ele me agarrou pelo pescoço, forçando-me a encarar seu olhar gelado. — Pare isso! Eu sei que você está bem. Está apenas tentando roubar a herança. — Disse, com voz cortante. Meu rosto estava pálido. O corpo convulsionava enquanto eu conseguia sussurrar, desesperada: — Não me importo com a herança. Eu só quero que nosso filho nasça em segurança! Ele zombou. — Se você realmente fosse tão inocente, não teria forçado Scarlett a assinar aquele acordo pré-nupcial, renunciando aos direitos de herança do filho dela. — Disse. — Não se preocupe, voltarei para você depois que ela der à luz. Afinal, você carrega minha própria carne e sangue. — Completou. Ele passou a noite inteira em vigília do lado de fora da sala de parto de Scarlett. Só depois de ver o recém-nascido em seus braços é que ele se lembrou de mim. Finalmente, enviou seu segundo em comando, Marco, para me libertar. Mas quando Marco finalmente ligou, sua voz estava trêmula: — Chefe… a senhora e o bebê… se foram. Naquele momento, Vito Falcone se despedaçou por dentro.

My breathing rate slowly increased on seeing his outstretched hand, and out of my gritted teeth, I asked, "Did you poison this food?" There was no slight change in his face as he answered me coldly, "I would rather choke you to the bed with my bare hands, Senorita. That way, you'll curse out my name" My eyes dimmed for a moment. Was this devil in an armani suit still talking about murder? "Now, open your mouth!" He commanded and my stomach rumbled in protest. My lips vibrated and I tried to hold the hot tears forming inside of my eyes. I couldn't stay longer with this hunger. As long as I'm not submitting to be his slave then I could come to a compromise. .. .. Her name is Sofia Di Marco; surviving heir of a powerful mob family. After a decade of hiding from the Italian government She finally steps out to start a new life but she bumps that new life into a mystery billionaire man who turns out to be the King of the New York Underground. That was his identity, but to her, he was Mr. Pompous; the raging green-eyed Devil in an Armani suit.....

“Gabriel Bryce, how can you stand being so shameless?” Leonica asked, staring daggers at her atrocious husband and his mistress. “This is the house gifted to my by grandmother, yet you dare bring another woman into it? Aren’t you afraid that grandmother would be disappointed with you actions…?” Leonica’s words remained unfinished as an enraged Gabriel swung his hand through the air, smacking his palm clean on her left cheek. Leonica held her throbbing cheek, eyes wide and teary as she stared at her husband who glared down at her ferociously. “The nerves of you to mention my grandmother. You have no right to do so!” He spat, taking a step forward and jabbing his index finger painfully into her shoulder, making her take several steps back. “Bare this in mind, Leonica Romero, if not for the wishes of my late grandmother, I’d much rather be dead than associate myself with somebody like you.” *~*~* *~*~* Leonica Romero has always had a long time crush on Gabriel Bryce, CEO of Bryce Empire and Norway’s Business tyrant. Fortunately, at the request of his Ill grandmother, her family’s long time friend, Leonica gets the chance to marry her beloved. Feeling elated, she abandoned her position and dream job in the Romero household and becomes a humble housewife for Gabriel. However, Three years later, on the day of Gabriel’s grandmother’s funeral, Leonica is stunned speechless when he demands for a divorce, as his ex girlfriend Angelina Fernandez had suddenly returned, proclaiming her undying love for him. But that wasn’t the only shock Leonica received that day. Hours after Gabriel’s declaration for a divorce, Leonica wakes up in the hospital to a shocking news. She was two months pregnant. And Gabriel knew nothing about this!

(S E A S O N 1) Nalaman ng magulang lalo na si Rafael na magkasintahan sila Cassandra at Miguel, pilit silang pinaghihiwalay dahil si Rafael ang gusto ng ama ni Cassandra lalo na't ito ay nagdadalang tao. Sadyang mapaglaro ang tadhana sa kanila. Mahal na mahal ng magkasintahan ang isa't isa kung kaya't gumawa ng paraan si Rafael, ang ipapatay si Miguel ngunit nadamay din si Cassandra pati ang kanilang munting anghel. Sumumpa sila sa isa't isa na magsasama sila habang buhay. ang kwentong ito, ay tungkol sa REINCARNATION. Bibigyan ko ito ng twist para mas gumanda ang takbo ng kwento. Sa muli nilang pagkikita bilang MACEY at MARCO, muli kaya silang paglalapitin ng tadhana?.. sila kaya talaga hanggang huli?.. Magwawagi ba muli si RAFAEL sa pagsira sa pangalawang pagkakataon? (S E A S O N 2) Subaybayan po natin ang pag iibigan sa pangalawang buhay nila MACEY at MARCO..

His steely gaze bore into mine, an abyss of emotionless darkness. "Marc-" "SHUT UP!" I flinched, a shudder coursing through me. He came on closer, his fingers tightening around my neck, a cruel parody of a caress. I met his frightening stare, I stared at him breathing heavily. "Just be still." I lowered my face, eyelids fluttering shut, as if seeking solace in the darkness. "I own you." His declaration resounding heavy in the air, an unbreakable chain binding me to this desire’s. In that moment, I knew - there was no escaping the clutches of this man who held me captive, body and soul. **************** In the heart of a city shrouded in shadows and secrets, Elena Santiago's life takes a dangerous plunge. Her father's debts drag them to the doorstep of Don Marco De Luca, an astute and enigmatic mafia overlord, thrusting Elena into a world of scary gambles and lethal allure. Boundaries blur between allegiance and survival as Elena must survive through a web of deception, where every move becomes a battle cry. With her family's future teetering on a razor's edge, she finds herself torn between defying the merciless Don and submitting to a life of total servitude. ******** Will she succumb to his desires… or hers?!

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

My father found me too rebellious, so he gave me to Marco, tasking him with making a lady out of me. To the outside world, Macro was the ruthless boss to a Mafia empire, but to me, he was just a man with a perpetually stern face. I tried everything to defy him. I smashed his car. Then I swapped his PPT for the lowbrow stand-up he hated most. And he opened it during a company meeting. Yet, every rebellion ended the same. He cornered me, his massive frame dominating mine on the silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the polished oak of his desk, or the leather confines of the car's backseat. His hot skin against mine, his fingers tracing fire along my curves. He moved with a primal hunger that left me breathless. My body arched in unwilling ecstasy, in a dance of punishing pleasure, until my fight dissolved into moans, my will shattered under his relentless claim. I fell for him hard, convinced this was love, and he was the beacon of my dark world. But the truth shattered me: it was all a calculated game to tame me, to stop my war with my sister Karen. My guiding light went out, or maybe it never existed at all. So I became a good girl. I stopped fighting back. He thought he had me tamed, chained to his will. But in the end, I slipped free, leaving him alone with his shattered heart.

For the past years in Arra's life she only wished for her family to have good health and be safe. She's been a servant of god all her life kaya hindi siya nagkakasala intentionally pero dadating sa puntong susubukin ng diyos ang pananampalataya ng isang tao at yun ang nangyari kay Arra nung makilala niya si Prince isang criminology student mula sa universidad ng san juliano. Si Prince ay kagaya din ni Arra na isang servant ng panginoon at masunuring anak pero ang tahimik sanang buhay ng dalawa ay magugulo dahil sa pagtatagpo ng kanilang mga landas at ang sinless nilang pamumuhay ay mababahiran ng makamundong kasalanan na labis nilang pag-sisisihan pero huli na dahil parehas na silang nasaktan. Sa pag-alis ni Arra sa lugar kung saan niya naranasan ang unang sakit ng pag-ibig ay mahanap niya kaya ang kaligayahang matagal niyang ninais? Ano ang mangyayari kung sa pag-alis niya ay makilala niya si Marco isang mayaman at ubod ng bait na lalaking magmamahal sa kanya ng buo. Pero sadyang mapaglaro ang tadhana dahil muling magbabalik ang kanyang nakaraan para gulugin ang kanyang tahimik na kasalukuyan.      

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

Eleanor, the fierce Lycan Princess of Genovia, was born to rule and her freedom is a distant dream, shackled by royal duty. Promised to the ruthless Alpha Alexandro, the deadly Lycan King of Leens, Eleanor escapes for one night of rebellion in Greece. There, she loses herself to four hot, charming Lycan princes of an enemy country, Alessio, Enzo, Luca and Marco—an act of defiance that leaves her with a secret child and her role as the prospective Lycan King at stake. Now, three years later, Eleanor must assemble a harem of powerful mates to secure her position as king from her foster brother who wants to take this position by all means. The king gives her three months only to find a mate and get married. It happens that among her suitors are familiar faces—the quadruplets she had a one-night stand with three years ago. The second set being their rivals, the equally irresistible Lycan princes of Leens. It's a deadly game with intense seductive passion. Both contest for Eleanor but it's not going to be all easy for her. Her world crumbles when the first quads go against her and they begin to attack and the mate she loves most among them turns out to be her enemy brother's boyfriend. Will Eleanor be able to survive these dark dangerous passions and achieve the greatest love story? With her future as the first female Lycan King of Genovia at stake, can Eleanor claim the throne with the hearts of her eight mates. Will they give up everything for her? Or will her country—and her love—be torn apart by the secrets of her past?