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“Fuck—say my name when I’m inside you,” Drake’s voice was a dark growl against my ear, his hand pinning mine above the headboard. “Drake… oh God, harder—” I cried, my body arching into his relentless thrusts. “Not just Drake. Say what I am to you.” “My ex’s father,” I gasped, shame and desire tangling on my tongue. “That’s right, sweetheart. And now you’re mine.” It was supposed to be a reckless mistake. A reckless sex with a stranger after catching my boyfriend screwing my best friend. But the stranger wasn’t a stranger at all. He was Drake Humphrey. My ex-boyfriend’s father. Older. Filthy rich. Ruthlessly dominant. The man I should have run from. Instead, I let him own me. In his penthouse, on his desk, in his car. I let him ruin me with every touch. But what started as lust has become obsession. Drake doesn’t just want my body. He wants my heart. He wants me under his name, his control, his power. And when our secret erupts, the world around us catches fire. My ex wants revenge. His mother wants blood. His father wants me. And I can’t decide if I’ve been destroyed… or if I’ve finally come alive.

Sa mundong ang nagpapaikot ay pera, ang tingin ni Samara Licaforte sa mga mahihirap ay laruan lang ng mayayaman. Bagama't hindi legal na anak sa mata ng batas ng business tycoon na si Mr. Frederick Licaforte, CEO ng Licaforte Corp, ay lumaki sa luho si Samara at hindi makakailang siya ang paboritong anak sa pagitan nila ng stepsister niyang Monica. Happy-go-lucky, bully at eskandalosa. Ganyan siya kung ilarawan ng karamihan dahil sa mga ginagawa niyang kalokohan para lang mapanatili ang popularidad niya. Dahil wala na ang kanyang ina, at sa tingin niya ay nakikihati lang siya sa pagmamahal at oras ng kanyang ama mula sa legal nitong pamilya, ay sa atensyon ng ibang tao niya hinanap ang halaga niya. Sa pag-aakalang mananatiling ganun lang si Samara, ay kumatok sa buhay niya ang pobreng bulag na si Marco Villaflor, ang lalaking unti-unting titibag sa mga paniniwala niya.

In the third year of our marriage, my wife’s ex-boyfriend of eight years suddenly posted a picture on social media showing off a multi-million-dollar wedding house. His caption read: “Wow, got myself a huge villa, I’m the master of charming women!” I stared in shock at the picture, which showed my wife swiping her card at a sales office, and left a single comment: "?" A second later, my wife called to scold me. “I was just fulfilling a promise I made to him back when we were dating, buying him a house. Why are you getting mad at him?” “What? Are you really going to be so vicious as to force me to break my word?” That evening, her ex showed off another lavish post, this time flaunting a renovation bill worth hundreds of thousands. I knew it was a gift from my wife to please him. But by then, I no longer cared.

My girlfriend keeps saying that she comes from a poor family, but she gives her childhood sweetheart a yacht on our anniversary. I text her to ask about this, but all she does is berate me. "Who do you think you are? How dare you stick your nose into my business! I'll give anyone whatever I want. My money, my call. Get lost!" Unbeknownst to her, I'm covered in blood on the other end of the line.

When struggling waitress Elira Cruz was forced into entering a contract marriage with cold, ruthless billionaire Caelan Ferrer, she thought she was sealing just another business deal: one year, no emotions, no strings. But behind that icy stare lay hurtful memories Elira unknowingly played a part in. Snowed in by her messy kindness, the man who swore never to love again slowly began to thaw. Secrets begin to unfold underneath. A hidden link ties them much closer than either one would have imagined. Will their fake marriage survive the truth...or will love become the price of revenge?

In my parents' hearts, there was always a "perfect son" who died too soon. I was just his flawed substitute, while my younger brother was their new hope. They pretended to be poor for 20 years, secretly funneling all their resources to him. While I was in the final stages of stomach cancer, writhing in pain, they were spending millions of dollars to build him a state-of-the-art study room. When the doctor told me to notify my family about hospital bills, I felt helpless, thinking they were just ordinary, broke workers. When my mom finally showed up at the hospital, she grabbed my hand, not out of concern. "Neville is under so much stress with his college entrance exams. Can you not die right now? He can't take it." My dad stood by, wearing a stern expression. "David was way more sensible than you."

私と紀戸八雲（きど やくも）との結婚は、最初から秘密だった。 結婚したことを隠してきたこの3年間、私は外に言えないくらい誇れない妻として八雲のそばにいた。 外から見れば、八雲は東市協和病院第一の執刀医で、冷酷無情で、唯我独尊の存在だ。いわゆる高嶺の花である。 したし私は、ただそのそばに立っているちっぽけな麻酔科のインターン生だった。 無数の真夜中で、私はいつも1人で家でその人の帰りを待っていた。広い部屋の中、寒くてたまらなかった。 自分がもっと頑張れば、もっと優しくなれば、いつかきっと振り向いてくれると思い込んでいた。 しかし現実は無慈悲で、残酷だった。 「あの人のところにもう行かないでくれない？」私は八雲の裾をギュッと掴んで、細い声で何度もお願いをしていた。 なのに八雲ただ笑った。その笑い声から明らかな嫌味を感じた。「ただの契約なのに、紀戸の奥さんは随分役に入り込んでるね」 * 月日が経ち、八雲のあの娘の前でしか表れない優しさを見てきた。 何も言わずに、私は静かに離婚協議書1枚だけ残して、家を出た。 それから、白銀の東市で、知れ渡ったあの紀戸先生は雪に埋もれた道端で膝をついて、涙目で復縁をお願いしてきた。「優月（ゆづき）、離婚しないでくれ」 その頬からぽつりと落ちた涙は、私の目から、すでに雪のような冷たいものになった。淡々と微笑みながら、私はこう答えた。 「もしかして紀戸先生も役に入り込んでるの？ごめんね、芝居に付き合う暇はないの。契約期限はもう過ぎたわ。告白したいなら、まず列に並んでちょうだい」

Their contract had expired a week ago and considering the fact that Miller's long term crush, Alexia was back from her six months trip, Miller decides to bring her back into the pack. Hurt and betrayed, Summer tries to reject him knowing she'd rather die than become his breeder, “I, Summer Dubios, reject…” Miller's cold voice cut her short instantly, “Summer! Are you out of your mind? You have no right to reject your mate! I’m not done with you yet. I alone have the right to reject you as my mate. Not until I am satisfied with the pleasure you bring, you're still my mate and you'll remain here till I have no use for you and that's final!”

Paano mo ipaglalaban ang pagmamahal na minsan mo nang sinukuan? Lucky swore she’d never look back. Matapos ang isang mapait na hiwalayan, pinili niyang bumuo ng tahimik na buhay kasama ang anak niya—malayo kay Axel, ang lalaking minsan niyang minahal, pero siya ring dahilan ng pinakamalaking sakit niya. Pero sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon, muling nagkrus ang landas nila, at ngayon, hindi na lang puso niya ang nakataya—pati na rin ang buhay nilang mag-ina. Sa kabila ng galit at sakit, napilitan siyang tanggapin ang proteksyon ni Axel. Pero paano kung sa bawat araw na kasama niya ito, unti-unting mabura ang poot at bumalik ang damdaming pilit niyang nilabanan? Lalo na nang matuklasan niyang hindi pala siya kailanman iniwan nito—sa lihim na paraan, Axel had been protecting her all along. Ngunit bago pa niya mas maunawaan ang lahat, isang trahedya ang muling yumanig sa buhay niya—isang pagkakamali, isang maling akala, at isang pagdukot na naglagay sa kanya sa bingit ng kamatayan. At sa gitna ng panganib, nakita niya ang isang Axel na handang isakripisyo ang lahat, kahit ang sariling buhay, para mailigtas siya. Ngayon, hawak niya ang pinakamahalagang tanong—bibitawan ba niya ulit ang lalaking hindi kailanman bumitaw sa kanya? Sa isang mundo ng lihim, galit, at pagsubok, kaya pa ba nilang ipaglaban ang pag-ibig na minsan nang nawala? O masyado nang huli ang lahat?

On the eve of my engagement banquet, news broke that my fiancé had fathered a child with his mistress, and it spread like wildfire. Before I could confront him, Jayden Ford brushed it off casually. "It was just an accident. Focus on organizing the engagement banquet first. Besides, your dad’s in the late stages of stomach cancer. Calling off the engagement now won’t do either family any good." That night, he skipped the banquet but posted a photo of a swaddled newborn on social media. When I video-called him, he was bottle-feeding the baby. "I’ve been busy taking care of the kid. You know how it is. Our family lineage has always been sparse and dwindling, and the child takes priority." He wiped milk from the baby’s mouth. "But don’t worry. Once he’s a month old, I’ll send him to the overseas. Just show up on holidays and pretend to be his mom. The title of Mrs. Ford will always be yours." I stared at the matching diamond ring on his finger and couldn’t help but laugh. "Jayden, this engagement is off." He scoffed, "You're really throwing a tantrum over something like this? Don’t be so childish." I hung up on him and called his father—Charles Ford—directly. "I heard you’re looking for a new wife? Why not consider me?" I ran a hand over my belly and smiled. "After all, I’ve got a naturally fertile body. I can give you as many sons as you want." So much for being the sole heir. I’ll make sure he has plenty of brothers to keep him company.