Marco Attack On Titan

The Mad Donna He Never Really Married For three years, I was Donna of the rising Valenti family. One day, Enzo was holding a meeting at a private cigar club. I worried about his stomach issues, so I went to bring him his usual antacids. Standing outside the private room, I heard his men laughing. “Don Enzo, are you really going to keep Clara hidden away at the Silver Lake villa forever?” “That mad Moretti heiress in the main house is still parading around as Donna of the Valenti family.” Enzo rubbed the bridge of his nose and scoffed. “If she hadn’t taken a bullet to the head for me and gone insane, and if I hadn’t desperately needed her family’s capital, I never would have married a woman with no blood ties to the life.” “But Clara is my legal wife. The family trust, the marriage certificate at City Hall, it’s all in her name.” “Stella’s just a plaything I keep at the main house. Once Clara gives birth to an heir, I’ll bring her home for good.” My knuckles turned white as I squeezed the small box of medicine, the cardboard crumpling in my hand. He had exchanged blood oaths and rings with me in the church, yet it was Clara who had signed the papers at City Hall. He played me for a fool, all to keep Clara’s reputation clean. Clutching the box, I turned and melted back into the shadows. He had no idea my sanity had returned three days ago. He would never guess I had already sent an encrypted message to my brother, who runs a business empire from our home in Solaria, far across the sea. I was done with this goddamn Valenti title.

For five years, my fated mate, Alpha Killian, has used my body to survive his ruts. He’s never marked me. For five years, I’ve choked down suppressants to hide our bond from the world. Until tonight. Tonight, when he was finished, he told me to be at the full moon ceremony. I thought he was finally ready to claim me. To make me his Luna. But he just smirked and told me he was mating Vivian. The daughter of an Alpha. A pureblood. And me? I was nothing more than his dirty little secret. The cure for his rut. He walked away. I wiped my tears, went back to my apartment, and threw out all my suppressants. My best friend thought I’d lost my mind. She asked if I was declaring war on the Alpha. I shook my head. No. I'm erasing him. Then, I accepted Alpha Adrian’s invitation. Alpha Adrian. A rival from Europe. In seven days, I would leave forever.

Just when Elaine’s husband, Tan De Marco, needed her most, she left him. Taking along with her the five million pesos she'd asked as compensation for all the fruitless days she’d spent with him. After three years, Tan has moved on with his life and became a successful Surgeon. Just when he thought everything's sailing smoothly, he found out that his late grandfather Textile company was facing serious hardship in the operation and management. The only way to save the company was to remarry his heartless ex-wife who disappeared right after she got the money from him. For Tan, he'd rather dive into poverty than marry his ex-wife once again. Upon knowing about Daniel De Marco’s will, Elaine reappeared and approached Tan again. Surprisingly, in her own keen ways, Elaine was able to marry him again despite knowing that he had already fallen out of love with her. Elaine tried to do everything to win Tan’s heart back but her efforts were in vain. Until she met SPO3 Marco Figueroa who kept on saving her. Tan would be battling not only with the handsome cop but also with Elaine’s painful past. Will there be happy ever after in the end if Tan discovered the truth behind why she deserted him three years ago?

Imagine being forced to marry a brooding billionaire to save your family's business. Now imagine he insists on marrying both you AND your sister. That's the reality Aria and Calia face when they say "I do" to Jace Sharpe, a tech titan with a mysterious past and an even more mysterious heart. Sparks fly as these fire and ice sisters navigate a world of high-stakes deals and hidden desires, and a whole load of fuckery. Get ready for a whirlwind romance where passion and betrayal dance on a razor's edge. And what would happen if the price of freedom might be higher than they ever imagined?

To bed the waitress was the bet. ​Timothy Beckett won the Porsche, but Leilani Parker was the dark horse. She didn’t just leave—she vanished, turning the billionaire’s victory into a hollow, three-year obsession. ​Leilani is returning to the place that broke her as a queen of the literary world—shielded by fame and a name that commands respect. ​Hidden in the shadows of her success is a three-year-old boy with the Beckett jawline and Timothy’s haunting, dark eyes. ​Once the Titan sees the son he never knew existed, he won't just want her back—he’ll claim them both with a possession that knows no mercy.

Just when Elaine's husband, Tan De Marco, needed her most, she left him. Tangay ang limang milyong pisong hiningi niya bilang kabayaran sa "panahong nasayang kasama ito." After three years, Tan had moved on with his life and became a successful surgeon. Nalagay sa problema ang DM Textile-ang kompanyang pinalago ng Lolo Daniel ni Tan noong nabubuhay pa ito. The only way to save the company was to remarry his heartless ex-wife na hindi na uli nagpakita. Pero para kay Tan, mas gugustuhin pa niyang gumapang sa hirap kaysa maikasal uli sa dating asawa. Upon knowing about Daniel De Marco's will, Elaine reappeared and approached Tan again. Nagawan niya ng paraan para maikasal uli kay Tan sa kabila ng kaalamang wala nang pagmamahal para sa kanya ang lalaki. Elaine tried to do everything to win Tan's heart back. But her efforts were in vain. Until she met SPO3 Marco Figueroa who kept on saving her. Tan would be battling not only with the handsome cop but also with Elaine's painful past. May happy ever after ba sa dulo ng daan kung malalaman ni Tan ang totoong dahilan kung bakit niya ito iniwan tatlong taon na ang nakakaraan?

Being the head of the family, kay Marco na atang ang responsibilidad na palaguin ang kumpanyang itinaguyod ng pamilya pati na rin ang pagpapalaki sa nakababatang kapatid na si Beatriz. He had worked hard, played all his cards wisely para marating ang kung anumang narating niya ngayon. Aside from being the CEO of Fuentabella Conglomerate, together with his two mates ay naitayo nila ang FHM Management. He then finally decided the inevitable, to settle down because part of him longed for something warm like the sunshine. How cheesy it may sound he wanted something like what Beatriz possess. Love and family. Everything was doing fine. He's waiting for Poleen to be ready until he get a taste of her. Her sweet, innocent Cielo. Consuelo Sta. Maria, ang dalagang napiling ipakasal kay Stefano Hernandez. Ang naturang kasal ang magiging kaganapan sa matagal ng plano ng parehong haligi pamilya. She give it a try, kung para sa abuelo niya ay gagawin niya ang lahat. Stefano seems nice sa kabila ng pagiging stiff at aloof. Until their paths cross, the remarkable Marco Antonio Fuentabella Would she succumbed to heat everytime Marco initiates it? Paano na ang nalalapit niyang kasal kay Stef? Would she commit?

Five years into my marriage to the Don, Ives Moretti, he left me for dead during a shootout to get his mistress, Isabella, to safety. I woke up three days later in a private hospital room. No apology. Ives was cold. “You’re my wife. You knew the risks. Stop being so dramatic.” Then, he added, “Isabella’s different. She’s fragile. She needed me.” That was followed by three months of the silent treatment. Like always, he expected me to be the one to break, to come crawling back begging for forgiveness. Three months later, I handed the Irish deal to Isabella on a silver platter. The big one I’d spent half a year building myself. Ives thought it was a peace offering. He smiled, a rare, genuine thing these days. “I knew you’d come around. As a reward, we’ll go to Vegas. I know you’ve always wanted to go.” The next day, Isabella whined about being bored, and he broke his promise. He took her to Vegas instead. Told me it was “urgent family business.” This time, I didn’t cry. Didn’t make a scene. Ives was pleased I was being so understanding. He had no idea I was already cutting all ties to the Moretti family. That he’d already signed the divorce papers. I was free.

Three years ago, Lucas’ mother paid me ten million dollars to play his fated mate with the help of a potion. Lucas believed I was hopelessly in love with him. What he didn’t know was that I was nothing more than a hired actress. By day, I stood at his side during training. By night, he paraded a she-wolf through the mansion. He once sneered, “Don’t delude yourself into thinking the mate bond can change me.” I only smiled, silently counting my money. “Funny, because I never planned on giving you my heart, either.” On the day the potion wore off, I walked away with the fortune, while he spiraled into madness. Three years later, I returned victorious as the youngest S-class strategy consultant. There he was, on his knees, murmuring, “I was wrong.” Little did Lucas know that his arrogance, handed out like charity, had carried a hefty price tag of ten million. Now, even if he lost everything, it still wouldn’t be enough to buy my forgiveness.

I caught my fiancé, Nico Falcone, in bed with my own cousin, Bianca Rossi. Right before our wedding. When I confronted him, he just called the whole thing off and ran me out of New York. I didn’t see him again for five years. Then came the charity gala for the New York Families. There he was. Nico. He pulled me aside, saying he felt bad for the state I was in. He offered to make me his mistress. I told him to go to hell. He got ugly. The whole room was laughing. Whispering how an outcast like me had no business showing my face in New York. I clenched my fists, the sound of their mockery ringing in my ears. Just then, the entire ballroom went dead silent. Every head bowed in respect. Don Lucas, the most feared man in New York, was walking slowly toward us. He stopped right in front of me. With the whole room watching, he dropped to one knee. He took my hand—the one Nico had squeezed red—and kissed it. His voice was dangerously low. “Who hurt my future wife?”