My Husband's Girlfriend

  “Liar. Slut. That thing in your belly isn’t mine.” Those were his last words before the door slammed and I hit the floor, shaking, wondering how the man I married had turned into someone who enjoyed watching me fall apart. Love wasn’t supposed to feel like punishment, but with him, it became exactly that. The insults. The bruises. The silence afterward. And the worst part was watching my own cousin the girl I grew up with slide into his life watching mine fall apart. He threw me out like trash. They both did. But I didn’t die out there. I got back up. And the woman who stood again wasn’t the weak one they tried to break. She was someone they should’ve feared from the start. There’s someone new now. He doesn’t see me as a burden but as someone worth fighting for. So when my ex shows up months later, suddenly soft-spoken, suddenly sorry, mumbling, “Emily… please. I messed up,” he expects the old me to crawl back. Instead, I look him in the eye and tell him the truth “You’re not part of my life anymore. You’re just what I had to survive.”

(Completed) "Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]

My disabled husband, Nico, had lost his will to live. I had to give him a reason to stay—a hope. I had to give him a child. But where was I to find this life for my empty womb? "Lena, how unexpected," my husband’s brother said to me, standing in his penthouse office in the heart of Manhattan. I found myself begging this cruel man—a man who had just left mottled scars on another woman’s skin. I needed him to claim me. I needed him to leave his seed inside me. I needed his child. "If you want to seduce someone," Salvatore said, "you should start by taking off your clothes." I stripped. I held my own breasts and pleasured myself before him, desperate to ignite his desire. But he only shoved his fingers into my mouth, drew his belt, and lashed it across my hips. "Slut," his voice was low and lethal. "You want a child? Then you’d better pray for the moment I finally sink myself into you."

They named me Rose, but they forgot one thing: every rose comes with thorns. And mine are finally sharp enough to draw blood. In my past life, I was the fool who mistook a snake for a husband and a vulture for a best friend. I let them poison my father, steal my inheritance, and lock me away in a damp basement to rot while I was six months pregnant. I died in the dark, hungry and broken, watching the two people I trusted most wear my jewels and laugh at my misery. But death gave me a gift I didn't deserve, a second chance. I woke up back in 2023, standing at my father’s funeral with the taste of betrayal still fresh on my tongue. The world thinks I am the same grieving, " soft rich girl they can drug into submission. They think I am weak. They think I am an easy target. But they are wrong. This time, I am not just defending my father’s legacy, I am burning their world to the ground. From the funeral podium to the high-stakes boardrooms, I am reclaiming my power piece by piece. But as I change my destiny, my enemies are evolving too. Richard's temper is getting more violent, and a new, psychotic player is turning my game of revenge into a bloodbath. With the mysterious and powerful Derek Hamilton watching from the shadows, I have to decide: how far am I willing to go for revenge? Can I truly win and find a happy life, or will the thorns I have grown to protect myself eventually pierce my own heart?

Anim na taon ang nakalipas nang walang-awang hiniwalayan ng mayamang si Celine Villareal ang scholar na si Jaxson De Silva. Ngayon, nagkabaliktad na ang ikot ng mundo. Si Celine ay naghihirap at baon sa utang mula sa isang mapang-abusong pagsasama, habang si Jax ay isa nang tanyag at makapangyarihang abogado. Muli silang pinagtagpo ng tadhana nang si Jax ang naging tanging pag-asa ni Celine upang makalaya. Malamig ang trato ng abogado at puno ng sumbat ang bawat salita, tila ipinamumukha na ang pagdurusa ng babae ay kabayaran sa nakaraan. Ngunit sa likod ng maskara ng poot, nagliliyab pa rin ang dating damdamin. Nang tangkain ni Celine na lumayo, gumuho ang pagpipigil ni Jax. Hindi siya nagbalik para manisi, kundi upang siguraduhing hindi na ito muling mawawala. Ang poot ay isa lamang mapanganib na anyo ng pagnanasa.

Elara Virelli was born into a family that hated her and treated her as nothing more than a servant. She finally escapes after sleeping with a masked man at her sister's engagement party. She now has a new identity and a son she loves more than anything. Lucien Kòrvac is a powerful mafia Don under the guise of a billionaire CEO. Fate reunites him with an interesting woman he knew years ago, and he discovers he has a son he never knew existed. Now he will stop at nothing to claim and protect him. Now they are enemies in a world where love is luxury and loyalty is fake. Both bound by a child. Will hatred turn to desire, or will their past destroy them both?

"I can't do this, Kael. Working with you... being near you... it's too much." "Seraphia, I know I've hurt you. But we need to find out who killed your sister. We need to stop this darkness before it consumes us all." "You don't get it. It's not just about the investigation. It's about us. You broke my heart, Kael" He stepped closer, "And I regret it every day. But fate has brought us back together for a reason. We have to trust in that, no matter how hard it is." "Maybe fate is wrong," "Or maybe, fate is giving us a second chance." Their lips met in a kiss that was both desperate and tender. ****** Living in the shadow of her brilliant sister was something Lily had grown accustomed to, even if it left her feeling like the family outcast. Her sister, Thalia was the golden girl - beautiful, sexy, and the center of attention while Sera was the chubby and nerdy one. When her sister is mysteriously murdered, Sera's life is turned upside down, and she's forced to work alongside her sister's husband - her ex boyfriend, the man who shattered her heart. hings becomes more complicated when the goddess decides to fuck her over by making him her fated mate, only adding to her turmoil. One thing was for sure. They might be fated, but there's no way she would allow that to mean anything. There was no way she would have anything to do with her dead sister's husband. Especially not the same man who had broken her heart so badly - ever again. But what's to be her fate when, despite her will to fight destiny, she keeps finding herself drawn to him? And what's to be her fate when their investigation leads to dangerous and life threatening discoveries?

"You’ve faded, Anna. No other man will ever want you."After six years of marriage, my husband didn't just ask for an open arrangement—he dismantled my soul. He thought I was trapped by my mother’s medical bills and my own shattered confidence. He thought I would stay quiet while he played with other women.He was wrong.One night of rebellion leads me to Anthony Jeffery—a man more dangerous and powerful than my husband could ever imagine. I thought it was a one-time escape. I didn't know Anthony was my husband’s billionaire boss. I didn't know he was the only man who could help me reclaim the jewelry designs my husband has been stealing from me for years.Now, I’m playing a double game. By day, I’m the genius designer taking over the industry. By night, I’m the CEO’s secret obsession.Jake wanted an open marriage? Fine. But by the time I’m done, he won’t just lose his wife—he’ll lose his career, his freedom, and his crown.The game is open. And I’m playing to win.

"Alex... help… please…" I tried to whisper, but no sound came out. I saw them, Alexander had his arms wrapped around Sophia, who was clutching him like her life depended on it. She was pressed against his chest, her face buried in his neck, and she wasn't letting go. "Don't look at her," Sophia whispered loudly. "You'll only make yourself sick with guilt. This isn't your fault. She did this to herself by being dramatic." That's when I heard the scream. "Oh my God! Mrs. Sterling!" Rosa, one of our housemaids, came rushing into the dining room. "Mrs. Sterling, what happened to you?" Rosa dropped to her knees beside me, her hands fluttering over my body like she didn't know where to start. "You're bleeding! There's so much blood everywhere!” I was bleeding? I couldn't feel anything below my waist anymore, but when I managed to glance down, I saw the dark stain spreading across my dress. "Mr. Alexander!" Rosa shouted, her voice cracking with an anger I’ve never seen in her before. She looked ready to commit murder. Did I look that bad? “Your wife is dying! How can you do this to her? How can you stand there holding another woman while your wife bleeds to death on the floor?!" Rosa snarled. "Rosa, lower your voice," Alexander snapped, but I could hear something different in his tone. Uncertainty. "Take Ivy to the hospital and stop making a scene, or you'll be looking for another job." Rosa shot back, tears streaming down her face. "¡Sos un bueno para nada! What kind of man are you?" I was going to die. Right here on my dining room floor, wearing my mother's blood-stained dress while my husband comforted another woman.

On my husband's birthday, I poured my heart into preparing a feast and selecting the perfect gift. Yet, he didn't come home. Instead, I received a picture message—a snapshot of him at the hospital, standing outside the OB-GYN ward, his hand resting tenderly on his childhood crush's belly. Beneath the photo, a message read: [The best birthday gift and a symbol of our decade-long bond.] Furious, I called her. "Don't you know he's married?" Before I could say more, my husband snatched the phone and lashed out at me. "Yvonne just wanted to share the joy of becoming a mother. Why are you overreacting? "Yvonne and I have been best friends for over a decade. Your petty jealousy is disgusting!" I once believed his busyness was for our future, but now I knew—he had been busy supporting the girl of his dreams through her pregnancy. Clutching my own stomach, I bit my lip to stop the tears from falling. Ten years of love had drained away. It was time to let go.