My Support System Artinya

My husband, Joaquin Landon, is a renowned wax sculptor. He hangs up on me when I call him to save my life so he can focus on the wax sculpture his cousin wants. Amphetamine is injected into my system, so my mind is clear as I watch my nails get removed one by one. Every inch of my skin is covered in burning hot wax. My hair and lashes are plucked off, and my organs are ground. Steel pipes are inserted into my legs, and I'm turned into a wax sculpture. Joaquin sees me during an exhibition. His colleague tells him that the wax sculpture he sees looks eerily like me, but he merely looks disgusted. "All she does is cause trouble and act unreasonably. She's better off dead." What he doesn't know is that I already am. Joaquin doesn't recognize that I'm the wax sculpture before him.

After my husband picked up his secretary and our son, they went into the hotel for a business meeting. Photos of them were trending online. I gave him a call to ask him about it, but he hung up on me impatiently. “I’m meeting a client. Obviously, we’re meeting at the hotel! Can you stop being unreasonable?” I was busy contacting IT support to retract the trending topics. Two hours later, I received a call from the emergency department of the hospital. When I reached the hospital, my son was already dead. In his hand, he was still holding a staff ID tag. The secretary’s name was on the tag. I broke down crying. My husband, Zac Davis, had blocked my number so I could not reach him. After I completed the hospital procedures, Zac finally returned my call. He sounded very angry and impatient, “Did you fetch our son? Why didn’t you inform me? Don’t you know that we’re all waiting for him to pass us the agreement? Just send the document over now!” After that, he immediately hung up and blocked my number again. I stared at the notification on my phone and sneered. I was going to snatch your clients and force you into a dead end!

PROLOGUE: Meet Celestina Guevara-Sy_ Isang Masayahing Babae , Walang ibang inaatupag kundi ang pagiging isang mabuting asawa. Maganda , Mayaman , Mabait , Matalino at higit sa lahat Sexy na halos kinababaliwan ng kalalakihan. Gabriela Javier_ Ang Matalik na kaibigan ni Celestina. Pinagkakatiwalaan at tinuring na kapatid. Sya ang KABIT ng Kanyang asawa. Zander Ford Sy_ Ang lalaking asawa ni Celestina. Na ubod ng sungit , malamig kung makitungo Simula ng bumalik sa pilipinas si Gabriela. Paano kung pinagtataksilan sya ng dalawang taong pinagkakatiwalaan nya? Ang taong minahal nya ng lubos higit pa sa kanyang BUHAY.? Magpaparaya nalang ba sya? Dahil alam nyang wala syang puwang sa puso ng kanyang asawa? O ipaglalaban nya ito kahit sya pa ang masasaktan. "B-bakit nyo ito ginagawa sakin? Pinagkakatiwalaan KO kayo? Bakit? Bakit sya pa Gabriela? Alam mo kung gaano KO sya kamahal? Simula noon? Iniwan mo sya sa ere at ako ang laging nasa tabi nya? Bakit gab.? Ngayon pa na kasal na kami? Ngayon kapa bumalik at sirain ang nabuo kung pamilya? Tinuri kitang kapatid pero niloko at inahas mo sya sakin". Celestina. " Dahil mahal ko sya Celestina. Alam mo na simulat sapul palang ay ako na ang minahal ni Zander? Alam kung alam mo yon Celestina? Nagmamahalan kami ni Zander? Kaya pakiusap palayain muna sya. Alam kung mayron pang mas deserve sa pagmamahal mo. Pakiusap Celestina kung mahal mo ako palayain muna sya? Patawad kung niloko kita o namin. Patawad Bestfriend". Gabriela natameme Ako dahil sa sinabi nito na agad Kong kinatahimik at nanatiling nag proseso pa ng mga sinasabi nya. "I'll try to love you Celestina , but I'll fail. Alam muna noon na si Gabriela lang ang minahal KO at wala ng iba. Sorry kung padalos dalos Ako sa disisyon ko. I'm sorry and please Set me FREE Celestina.". Zander. ________ Date Started: 01_24_2024 Ended: Ongoing

Aria walked into the company with a food pack in her hand, eager to meet her darling husband, only to find him in his office with his secretary making out. She had an argument with his secretary and her husband came in to support his mistress. She went to the popular night club for wealthy women to cool off only to wake up behind a stranger. Will she continue in her marriage or leave with the stranger who requested for a date.

“I-I was in the shower then I got horny while thinking of you and started fingering myself until I came,” I said.  “I think I have become a nymphomaniac because of you, Donovan.” “Do you know what that is?” He chuckled, to which I nodded eagerly. “You are cute. Well, if you must know, buttercup,” He began, stroking my cheek. “I wasn't entirely pulling your legs that day. I want to fuck you, Emily. Ever since I got those pictures, I haven't stopped picturing you taking my cock in various positions.” “Really?” I croaked, arousal evident in my voice as I splayed my hands on his chest. + On their third anniversary, Emily Wright’s boyfriend coldly ends things between them. Heartbroken, she goes home, gets drunk, and takes lewd pictures of herself to feel better. By accident, she sends the pictures to the CEO of her company, Donovan Coleman. On discovering her mistake, she’s appalled but decides to put on a brave face. However, she’s further horrified to discover that Donovan is her ex’s brother, who unknown to her, was intrigued by her at first sight. An heated encounter with Donovan stirs up illicit desire within Emily that both confuses and excites her. A week later at a charity gala, they end up spending the night together. Throwing caution to the wind, Emily continues fooling around with Donovan. What happens when she falls in love with him? Will she end things before they spiral out of control, or will she choose pleasure over letting go?

"Harder..." I gasped, my nails was digging into his rock hard shoulders. "You like your stepbrother fucking you like this?" "Y-yes ... don't s-stop..." "Fuck baby, you feel good..." I was so wet that I could even hear Christian fucking my juices back into me. ******** He’s my stepbrother. The one man I’m not supposed to want. But I’ve felt his hands on my hips, his mouth on my neck, his voice in my ear telling me exactly how he’s going to ruin me. It started one night as a mistake, one sex and I never saw him again. Now he’s in my room after midnight, pressing me against the wall, making me beg for more. We’re breaking every rule, crossing every line… And the filthy truth is... I love it. Because once my stepbrother tasted me, he swore he’d never stop.

The old days are long gone. The modern generation has come to the fore. The once-forgotten story will be rewritten in history. I will be a sign in my resurrection. My lips were dripping with a red liquid. My quiet self has awakened After spending a long time in a dark bedroom, I'm going to rekindle our love. I will be her guide through the disaster caused by my daring love. "You are mine," after all. -Ambrogio Collins

All my life, I've been thinking about the same thing...That because of who I was, I was destined to be alone forever... But who would've thought, that I was actually destined to be bound to Death himself... "His fingers went under my chin, coaxing me to look back up at him and as soon as I did, my heart started racing again, noticing the way his haunting eyes were now trained on my lips as he huskily said those two words again, "Forgive me." And before I could utter a single word, his soft, plump lips crashed against mine in a chaste, yet passionate kiss, sending warm tingles all over my body, making my heart almost jump out of my chest as we stayed like that for a few moments, before he suddenly pulled back, staring at me a little shocked, only now realizing what he had just done, then turned around and quickly walked away, leaving me standing there, speechless."

My mother is an extreme misogynist, even toward me, her own daughter. She's wanted to kill me since the day I was born. She hits me if I wear lip gloss, wear a dress, or even get close to my father. Before sitting for my SATs, she spreads rumors about me trying to seduce my father. Ultimately, she pushes me so hard that I jump from the 15th floor. This pleases her to no end.

“Me?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips. “You already have me.” His response was immediate, like he had been waiting forever to say the words. “Not the way I want. Not the way that matters.” ******** I sat in a bar, determined to drown out every single one of my sorrows after my marriage came to a painful crash, but he strolled in, all seductive smiles and an accent that rippled through me. Theon Murphy, a man made of dark chocolate, velvet kisses, and sin. That one night wasn’t supposed to happen, and I wasn’t supposed to walk into my first day of work to find my one-night lover seeking a care nurse for his grandfather. Me. Now we’re forced into a fake relationship that feels all too real, and every time he kisses me, the world stops and stills like a chaotic painting. When he makes a declaration, expressing his need to love me for real; would I be able to take the tattered fragments of my heart and piece them into something that deserves his love, or would the external forces creeping in on us arrive before I can make up my mind? My Billionaire Rebound is a book wrapped in layers of seduction, indecision and the crippling need to belong to someone trustworthy. Would Alina finally find her happily ever after? Or does fate have one more cruel twist up its sleeve?