My Dreams, His Reality

Married but not loved. After getting pregnant, Tessa returns to the life of her ex-husband. Not only to seek revenge on Darius, but to steal him away from his mistress, Martha. Will she succeed now that the two are married and have a child?

Eva thought she had everything, a loving, gentle boyfriend and a quiet life wrapped in safety. But when Lucas, her boyfriend’s powerful and dangerously magnetic boss, enters the picture, one heated glance shatters everything she thought she wanted. What began as one forbidden encounter spirals into a dark obsession Eva can’t escape. Torn between Henry’s soft love and Lucas’s fierce possession, she walks a razor-thin line between desire and destruction. As secrets begin to unravel and anonymous messages threaten to expose the affair, Eva realizes passion always comes with a price and someone’s ready to collect. What happens when Henry finds out about Eva’s secret affair with his boss? It won’t be what you expect. No shouting. No tears. No begging. Just one look. One sentence. And everything changes. Because Henry’s silence? It’s louder than any storm. And his next step… will leave you breathless How far will she go before everything burns to ash? Dive into a love triangle laced with lust, betrayal, and deadly secrets.

For three years, Hannah learned how to disappear. She wore what Daniel chose. Cut her hair when he said it looked “better.” Drank the herbal mixes he prepared every night…small, careful doses that kept her body obedient while quietly stealing her chance at motherhood. He called it balance. He called it care. She called it marriage. She was wrong. Daniel isn’t just cheating. He is engaged to her cousin, Grace. The toddler Hannah helped raise isn’t her nephew. He is Daniel’s son…conceived the same month Hannah walked down the aisle. And the reason Hannah never got pregnant? It was never fate. It was control. Daniel believed he was untouchable. At work. At home. Everywhere that mattered. He forgot one thing. Alexander Mercer. When the truth of Hannah’s life collides with the man Daniel fears most, pity is not what follows. Power is. Alexander offers Hannah a position that places her directly above her husband…and a public role beside him that shields her while Daniel’s world begins to fracture. Hannah doesn’t leave quietly. She doesn’t beg. She doesn’t forgive. She stays. She rises. She watches. Because revenge isn’t loud. It’s strategic. And the most satisfying kind is served by the same hands that once fed you poison.

"I will be the villain in your story if that means you’ll stay in mine" ..... Nawala ang mga magulang ni Talitha dahil sa kagagawan ng pamilya Salvador. Kaya ang paghihiganti ang tanging tibok ng kanyang puso. Upang magkawatak-watak ang mga ito, pumasok si Talitha sa mansion nila bilang isang katulong. Ang kaniyang plano? Akitin ang ama ng tahanan at ang nag-iisang anak nilang lalaki. Naniniwala si Talitha na madali niyang maisasagawa ang kaniyang plano—dahil siya ang palay na kusang lalapit sa mga manok. Ngunit nang makilala niya si Locke Salvador, ang tanging tagapagmana, nagbago ang lahat. Si Locke ay singlamig ng yelo at tila walang interes sa sinuman. Kaya ang laro ay bumaliktad: Mula sa pagiging mang-aakit, bigla siyang naging biktima ng mapanganib na atensyon ni Locke. Ngayon, hindi na lamang paghihiganti ang laro. Kailangang maging handa si Talitha na gamitin ang nakakapasong obsesyon ni Locke para matapos ang misyon na nagsimula sa paghihiganti at pighati.

I’d been Albert’s Luna for ten years. Everyone said we were the perfect fated pair. That day, he held me close and said softly, “Grace, I’ve planned a seven-day trip for you down south. You need to relax.” I found it strange. Albert was fiercely possessive; I’d never been away from him for more than three days. It wasn't until I overheard our pup, Leo, asking him, “Dad, are you and Auntie Maria going to be mates? What about Mom?” Maria. Albert’s childhood sweetheart. Albert just chuckled. “It’s just for show. Auntie Maria lost her mate. As her Alpha, I have a duty to look after her.” Then his voice dropped. “Be a good boy, Leo, and keep this a secret. Don’t tell your mom, and I’ll buy you that toy you wanted.” I heard everything, but I didn’t confront him. Instead, I called my former mentor, the Director of the Institute for Ancient Lycan Bloodlines. “About your earlier offer… I’m accepting it. I’ll be at the Southern Pack in three days.” Then, I sent a message to the pack’s Head Elder: “I'm formally rejecting our mate bond.”

All her life, Evangeline knew only one thing: pain. Born from her father’s affair, a living reminder of a mistake, she grew up as a ghost in her own house. Unwanted. Useful only when the cameras were on. Never when love was needed. Then one morning, everything shifted. “Roman De Luca wants to marry your sister. He is too dangerous for her. So you will take her place.” A decision, not a question. And in that moment, Eva finally understood: this wasn’t about protecting her sister. It was the easiest way to erase her. On the day of the wedding, she is pushed forward like someone disposable. A stand-in. Roman De Luca, the feared mafia heir, was known for rage, for cold judgment, for destroying anyone who lied to him. So Eva walks down the aisle with trembling hands, waiting for the moment he exposes her and ends her. But when he lifts her veil, he doesn’t look furious. He looks like a man finally breathing. “I always knew it would be you,” he whispers, his voice breaking. “This was the only way I could have you.” Eva shakes, stunned. “I thought you wanted my sister.” He touches her like she’s something fragile, something rare. “You said it yourself,” he murmurs. “Whatever you have, your sister gets snatched from you. And whatever your sister hates gets dumped on you.” His thumb brushes her cheek, slow, reverent. “So to have you, my queen, I willingly let myself get dumped.”

"The way you behave...behave around me, with me it's highly inappropriate. I don't want you think I'll be your little assistant that you fuck on top of your desk or in the break room, if that's your intention I think it's best if you fire me or atleast send me back to work for Mr Caine," I told him after a couple seconds of silence I turned to face him to be greeted with a hard look on his face."Amelia....I'm sorry if you thought that was my intention, I can see where you would get that idea.. and I apologize for my lack of communication, in what I want,""So what do you want?" I asked my voice sounding strange I cleared my throat, he reached forward taking my ice-cream placing it on the bench his hand moving to my chin making sure I held eye contact."You..I want you Amelia," he answered his voice soft but held a level of firmness. Before another thought can pass through my mind, his lips are on mine

“He’s not yours,” I said, each word slicing through him like glass. Valentine stared at me, stunned, like I’d slapped him. Maybe I should’ve. That would’ve been easier than this. I thought I’d buried the past the day I ran—pregnant, heartbroken, and alone. Valentine Hale was the love of my life… until he shattered it. He never knew I was carrying his child. He never tried to find me. I raised our son alone. But fate doesn’t forget. Now I’m back in the one place I swore I’d never return to. And Valentine? He’s here. He’s looking at me like he still feels it. Valentine- She was human. Off-limits. But I touched her anyway. Loved her. Marked her. Then I walked away before the pack could find out. Before I destroyed us both. But now, Vivian’s back—with a kid who smells like me. But now I bear a secret, a curse from my father the previous alpha and I cannot risk their lives. I need to protect them. I need them. I feel it in my blood. He’s mine. She’s mine. They both always were.

I'm the so-called 'Lady of Glory'—yeah, that girl from the Archbishop's prophecy. They said I'd bring endless glory to whatever Family I married into. But at our engagement party, my fiancé—Marco Falcone—swaggered onstage holding hands with his pregnant stripper girlfriend. Then he grabbed my wrist, dragged me forward, and made me kiss her hand. "Lola's the only woman I'll ever call my wife," he said with a smug little grin. "If you still want this marriage, your De Luca money better support her and the baby." I slapped him. Ripped the contract in half. Let it snow confetti. "Please. I can marry someone a hundred times better." Right when I was about to torch the entire Falcone Family, someone stepped out of the shadows. Marco's older brother, Dante Falcone. The one who'd been injured, underestimated, and pushed aside. He locked eyes with me, totally unfazed. "Signorina De Luca, do your words still stand?"

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.