My Secret

Makalipas ang pitong taon na pagsasama nila ni Diane, si Rico ay nanlalamig at unti-unti nang nawawala ang pagmamahal niya kay Diane, ngunit kahit na iyon ang pinaparamdam ni Rico kay Diane ay labis pa rin ang pagmamahal nito kay Rico.

“How Long Were You Going To Wait Before Telling Me?” He Demanded, His Voice Like Velvet Over Steel. She decided to try to bluff him out, then abruptly changed tack, choosing to attack him on his own terms. “I could ask you the same thing. How long were you going to wait before telling me you’d bought this building? I never stood a chance to buy out, did I?” “You would have known in good time, Blair. Now, it is not like you to be unwell, and I assume it can be due to only one thing. So, I will ask you again. How long were you going to wait before telling me you were pregnant?” “Until never!” “Wrong answer.” He covered the short distance between them in the blink of an eye. One arm curved around her back, holding her captive against his body. And darn it, her body responded instantly to his touch.

My name is Simone Fitzgibbon, a 5-foot 5 woman, with auburn hair and deep hazel eyes. I am also well-known super model Leona Simmons. How is this possible? My father works in prosthetics. He designed a special bodysuit from my waist to my heels. Once I step into it; I have a flawless figure, making me stand at 5-foot 12. It’s also easy to hide my identity once I take it off. Growing up; I attended an elite high school where there were rich, privileged wankers all over the place. Even though I wasn’t rich nor privileged. The biggest wanker of them all was Richard Peterson. He made my life a living hell with his privileged attitude. I was on the receiving end of a lot of his taunts for the last two years of high school. My only problem now; I am to marry his older half-brother Emmett in two days. Our union was sealed when I was 5 by my mother Celeste and his mother Victoria. They were best friends and fellow journalists. That’s before Mum and her died in a car accident when Emmett was 12 and I was 9. Since then, Emmett and Richard’s father Paul; sent Emmett overseas. We haven’t seen each other since.

Biglang nagulo ang tahimik na pamumuhay ni Anastasia nang dumating ang bago niyang kapit-bahay na si Crisanto. Tuwing gabi, nagdadala ito ng babae sa kabilang kwarto na dahilan para mabulabog hindi lang ang pagtulog niya kundi maging ang kanyang nananahimik na virginity. Hanggang sa bigla na lang siyang naipit sa nag-uumpugang mga bato nang sapilitan siyang gawing nobya ni Crisanto, ang brusko at dominante pero hot niyang bagong kapit-bahay. Ngunit sa pagdating ng binata ay kasabay rin ng pagdating ng malalaking pagsubok at trahedya sa kanyang buhay. With her life at stake, love was the last thing on her mind. But then, how can she afford to love Crisanto kung malalaman niyang sangkot pala ito sa pagkawala ng kanyang mga magulang? Who is Crisanto at bakit ito biglang sumulpot na lang sa kanyang buhay?

‘‘Why did you kill him?’’ Andrei enunciated slowly, his face red with anger. He was finding it hard to control his mate. *** Andrei had already chased Euthalia from the palace under the accusation that she had killed his father. All evidence was pointed towards her. So why was he having men abduct her and bring her back to the palace? Was it just another part of his revenge? Or was he willing to forgive her? Euthalia on her part had custody of the one thing that Andrei had ever wanted- his child. Could she trust him? And would she be able to prove her innocence before it was too late?

Warning: 18+, strong mature, and sexual content. Sneak peek: "I don't believe in God, Hailey," he murmured, as his firm hands settled on my hips and lifted me from his lap, placing me onto his desk, "But... if I did, I would have thanked him for making you." A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hands slid under my college skirt, his fingers brushing on my pussy over my panties. "Damien, you are my brother..." I managed to whisper amid overwhelming desires. This felt so wrong. He emitted a husky chuckle, leaning closer to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Correction-Stepbrother." "But-" Before I could utter a word, his hand swiftly slipped down inside my panties, his fingers landing on my bare, wet heat and just when a moan could escape my lips, his mouth forcefully met mine swallowing the scream of pain as well pleasure when two of his fingers thrust into my pussy just like I'd felt them in my dreams... *** When I was dragged across the country to Los Angeles to live with my mom's new husband and his son, the last thing I expected was for my stepbrother to be off-limits. Least of all, I never imagined I'd find myself tempted by the forbidden. Damien Black: sinfully attractive, irrefutably irresistible, and seemingly devoid of warmth. Emotions meant nothing to him; girls were mere toys for him to have in bed. And there came my biggest mistake-believing I could be more than just a toy for him...maybe more than just another conquest in his collection. I was his dirty little secret, one that he wouldn't let go of, accept, shatter entirely, or mend. I was his toy; Well....his favorite one.

When ambitious journalist Quinn lands the scoop of a lifetime - an exclusive with the reclusive billionaire Lachlan McIntyre - she never imagines it will lead her into the eye of a storm... both literally and figuratively. Trapped on Lachlan's private island by a raging typhoon, Quinn finds herself drawn into the orbit of this magnetic older man. As the wind howls outside, Lachlan's carefully constructed walls begin to crumble, revealing dark secrets that could destroy everything he's built. With each passing day, the heat between them intensifies. Quinn knows she should keep things professional, but how can she resist when Lachlan looks at her like she's the answer to every question he's ever had? As Lachlan opens up, sharing his deepest thoughts and desires, Quinn realizes she's stumbled upon the story of a lifetime. But at what cost? The longer she stays, the harder it becomes to decide whether her feelings or career or more important. When the clouds finally part, Quinn faces an impossible choice: pursue the truth that could make her career, or protect the man who's captured her heart? Will Quinn choose ambition or love? Can Lachlan let her go once she knows it all?

Liza, a single mother, fights to make ends meet in the corporate world without family support. The weight of her responsibilities threatens to crush her spirit. Each day, the fear of homelessness and not being able to provide for her children ignites a fire within her. Driven to desperation, Liza enters a hidden realm of debauchery to survive. Fate intertwines her with Jack, a powerful executive. When Jack sees Liza in the club, questions swirl in his mind. He feels an urge to protect her but fears revealing his true identity. Liza and Jack are bound together by a force stronger than the darkest night. Can Liza persevere and find happiness and security amidst the storm within her? Only time will tell.

Like a moth is drawn to a flame, she's drawn to him even when she knows the consequences. She has been attracted to him the very first time she saw him, only that she had no idea how hard she is going to fall for him, how deeply she is going to care for him. Nathalie is an only child, the heiress to her billionaire family's fortune. She isn't interested in the family business, instead she finds comfort in drawing, painting and photographing. Lucas has an assignment to carry out and damn right he's going to do it, he mustn't let one amazing girl with a honey brown hair and eyes sway him. But can he? He came into the house hiding under the mask of being a bodyguard but it is much more than that. Both his survival and that of his twin sister depends on it.

“ป้ากวา ป้ากวาคะ” ฉันจอดจักยานของตัวเองพร้อมคว้าปิ่นโตหน้ารถมาไว้ในมือจากนั้นก็เดินขึ้นเรือนทรงไทยมาถึงระเบียงที่ถูกออกแบบในยื่นเยื้องออกไปเพื่อรับกับวิวพื้นไร่ชากว่าหลายร้อยไร่ก็ไม่ได้รับเสียงตอบรับเลย “ป้ากวาคะอยู่มั้ยแม่ให้น้อยเอาแกงฟักมาให้ค่ะ” ฉันจึงเดินเข้าไปอีกฟากหนึ่งซึ่งเป็นครัวที่ถูกแบ่งออกจากกันอย่างชัดเจนตรงที่ฉันยืนเป็นครัวแบบฝรั่งว่าในขณะที่วางปิ่นโตเสียงอะไรไม่รู้ดังมาจากห้องอีกฝั่งดังตึ่ง “ปะ ป้ากวาคะ น้อย...” คนที่ยืนปะจันหน้าไม่ใช่ป้ากวาแต่เป็นผู้ชายตัวสูงโปร่งมีรอยสักเด่นออกมาจากเสื้อเชิ้ตดำท่าทางดูง่วงมากถึงมากสูด “พี่เป็นใคร เข้ามาบ้านคนอื่นได้ยังไงกัน ขโมยเหรอ!” “…” เขาไม่ตอบแต่กับกอดอกยืนยิ้มเหมือนคนบ้าวินาทีนั้นฉันคว้าไม้กวาดมากะเป็นอาวุธ “นี่บ้านป้ากวานะ ขโมยอะไรป้ากวาเอาตายเลย” “…” เขาเปลี่ยนนัยน์ตาเป็นเรียบเฉยแต่จ้องฉันไม่วางสายตา “ตกลงเป็นใคร พี่เป็นใคร” “โตขึ้นเยอะเลย” “ต้องเป็นคนบ้าแน่ๆ” “เป็นลูกกวางของเธอไงยัยเด๋อ”