My Mommy's Perfect Match- R-18

Predikat perawan tua yang disandang oleh Cantika Paramitha (36 tahun) memang membuat orang-orang di sekitarnya mencibir dirinya. Namun, dia sama sekali tidak memedulikan itu hingga sekretaris kepercayaannya resigned karena penyakit gagal ginjal. Arsenio Gunadharma (25 tahun) putera sekretarisnya direkomendasikan untuk menggantikan tugas ayahnya sebagai sekretaris Cantika. Dia lulusan cumlaude dari Oxford University jurusan bisnis internasional. Ganteng, cerdas, dan gentleman. Keberadaan Arsen di kantornya membuat Cantika yang gila kerja menjadi mendadak panas dingin. Ternyata Arsen memiliki ketertarikan dahsyat kepada bosnya. Akankah kode-kode bergairah dari Cantika ditanggapi positif oleh berondong tampan jomblo tersebut? Ketika mereka berdua menikah di tengah isu perbedaan usia, ada rahasia besar yang tersembunyi dari keluarga Arsenio. Dia bukanlah sekretaris biasa yang dianggap remeh oleh keluarga Cantika. Siapa Arsenio sebenarnya? Akankah cinta beda usia itu langgeng hingga mereka sama-sama menua nanti?

Caitlyn Clarke was a woman of logic. A dedicated therapist, a loving girlfriend, and a believer in control—until she found her boyfriend in a compromising position with his bodyguard. Betrayed and disillusioned, she threw herself into work, determined to move on.Her next assignment? Conduct a psychological evaluation of Vladislav Mikhailov a notorious Russian Pakhan imprisoned at BlackRidge Penitentiary. The job was supposed to be simple: assess his mental state and determine if he was fit for release.But Mikhail isn’t just another criminal. He’s a king in a cage. A predator in waiting. And from the moment Caitlyn steps into his cell, he decides she belongs to him.He toys with her, pushing past her professional boundaries with his sharp mind and even sharper words. He reads her like an open book, unraveling the parts of herself she’s tried to keep locked away. And worst of all? He makes her want things she has no business wanting

เหม่ยหลิง หม้ายสาวเจ้าของหอโคมเขียวบัวสวรรค์ นางเกิดจิตปฏิพัทธ์กับเหลียงหวู่ เมื่อครั้งแอบไปเห็นบุรุษหนุ่มร่างกำยกเริงสวาทกับนางโลม ก็แอบเอาไปจินตนาการพาตัวเองขึ้นสวรรค์ครั้งแล้วครั้งเล่า

Romana is a forty-year-old rich, intelligent, and sophisticated woman who falls in love with a male dancer who is already married. Vincent, who was clinging to the knife to save the life of his heart-diseased wife, agreed to be Romana's fuck buddy. Are a lot of money and good in bed enough to win the heart of the person you love? What if the love you want can destroy a whole and happy family? This is a story about money, heart, and lust that will deliver us a unique lesson.

Kwarenta anyos na si Romana ngunit never na sumagi sa kaniyang isip ang pag-aasawa. Nasa kaniya na halos ang lahat; talino, ganda, marangyang buhay, at koneksiyon . . . kabiyak na lamang ang kulang. Hanggang sa nakilala niya si Vincent. Isang lalaki na namasukan bilang dancer sa bar upang matustusan ang pangangailangan ng kaniyang asawang may sakit sa puso. Sa kauna-unahang pagkakataon ay napukaw ang interes ni Romana ng isang lalaki. Ngunit sa kasamaang palad, ito ay nakatali na. Nalagay sa peligro ang asawa ni Vincent. Ginamit ni Romana ang pagkakataon na iyon upang makuha ang nais. Binayaran niya nang malaking halaga ang lalaki kapalit ang isang kasunduan; ang maging kaniyang fvck buddy. Pumayag si Vincent sa kagustuhan ni Romana upang maisalba ang buhay ng asawa. Sapat nga ba ang pera at galing sa kama upang makuha ang puso ng taong minamahal? Paano kung ang pag-ibig na nais ay makasisira ng isang masaya at buong pamilya? Handa bang maging makasarili o pipiliin na magpaubaya?

"I thought you were my savior. I didn't know you were the one who set the fire." The day the debt collectors came for my family, I couldn’t even scream. My voice has always been a prisoner of my anxiety, leaving me defenseless in a world of wolves. Then came Ignatius. My brother’s best friend. A man with the face of a saint and the wealth of a king. He didn't just save me; he bought my world. He paid the debts, moved me into his palatial estate, and whispered that I was finally safe. For the first time, I felt the warmth of a "hero." I gave him my trust. I almost gave him my heart. But a saint doesn't keep cameras in your bedroom. The crushing realization hit harder than any blow from a collector: Ignatius didn't buy my debt—he created it. He paid the men who terrified my mother. He orchestrated the ruin of my brother. Every tear I shed was a calculated investment in my total dependence on him. He didn’t want a lover; he wanted a broken pet. Now, the "Saint" has dropped his mask. Ignatius thinks because I am mute, I am powerless. He thinks because I am fragile, I am his. He’s wrong. If Ignatius wants to play the Predator, I’ll find a bigger one. His father, Cane—the cold, ruthless patriarch of the empire—is the only man Ignatius fears. I’m moving from the guest room to the master suite. I’m going to tear this family apart from the inside out, one forbidden dinner at a time. Ignatius ruined my life to own me. Now, I’m going to make sure the debt he owes me costs him everything.

19-year-old Ethan moves in with his best friend for the summer, only to fall for the one woman he should never want: his best friend’s mom. She’s beautiful, mysterious, and completely off-limits. But the more he tries to stay away, the closer she pulls him in. One look was all it took. Now, there’s no turning back.

Aileen Wang, anak tunggal sekaligus pewaris merasakan pengkhianatan dari orang yang sudah dianggap sebagai saudara. Dijebak dengan seorang pria yang tidak dikenal kemudian hamil, dianggap hina membuat dirinya memilih untuk melarikan diri. Kepercayaan dan ketulusan ternyata tidak bisa melindungi kita dari rasa sakit, terutama ketika dilakukan oleh orang dekat yang kita sayangi. Terusir dan dianggap aib sempat membuat dirinya terpuruk tapi kehadiran 3 anak kembarnya menjadi penyemangat, pelindung sekaligus penyembuh dari lukanya. Mereka adalah malaikat yang dikirim untuk membantu dirinya menjadi versi yang lebih baik dan tentu saja untuk merebut warisan yang sudah menjadi haknya. Apakah itu semua sudah cukup? Bagaimana dengan cinta? Apakah Aileen bisa menolak ketika ayah anaknya muncul dan tidak mau melepaskan dirinya?

"This is completely inappropriate, Mr. Bennett." "Inappropriate?" "I'm Blake's girlfriend, and you're his uncle." Ethan pulled her onto his lap in one motion, biting her lip gently. "Break up with him, be mine." After finally ending their three-year forbidden relationship that no one knew about, Olivia Reed escaped abroad. Five years later, when she returned to Los Angeles, Ethan buried his face in the crook of her neck: "I only let you go once. Now that you're back, don't think about leaving again." It was just a chance meeting, yet she could never escape his grasp. It turned out everything had been his long-planned scheme.

The Clan Healer told me that without the vial of Progenitor's Blood, the Blood Blight afflicting me meant I had only seventy-two hours to live. But my husband, Miles, the new Duke of our world, gave the only vial of the precious cure to my adopted sister, Vivienne, the woman I had turned three years ago. "She's in agony from the rejection, Isolde. It's a pain you can't possibly understand." His tone was self-righteous, devoid of any concern for the patch of skin on my collarbone already turning to stone. I nodded, watching as the life-saving, dark red liquid slid down another woman's throat. I accomplished a great deal in the time I had left. As I signed the documents, the lawyer's hand trembled. "Are you certain you want to transfer everything, Your Grace? The territorial rights of a thousand-year-old clan..." I didn't hesitate. "Yes. To Vivienne." My adopted daughter, Lily, the girl I had risked everything to save, who was now forever frozen at the age of eight, cowered in Vivienne's arms, pointing at me and screaming, "Aunt Vivienne is my real mommy! You're the witch who turned us into monsters!" I offered no defense. "Yes, that's right. Be a good girl and listen to your new mother now." The Progenitor's Ring, the symbol of the clan's supreme authority, now rested on Vivienne's hand. "Oh, sister, you're too kind," she sobbed, her sobs a practiced performance. "I'll be sure to protect the family in your stead." I nodded. "You'll run things better than I ever did." I even signed away my control over the Elder Council, a council sustained by my own blood. For the first time in a century, a shadow of complex emotion crossed Miles's face. He stared at me,"Isolde, stop fighting. It's better this way. You need to rest." Yes. On my deathbed, I had finally become the perfect, submissive Isolde they always wanted. An Isolde who was about to turn to dust. The seventy-two-hour countdown had begun. I wondered, when I finally turned to ash,