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Jasmine never wanted the kind of relationship her parents had, but when her husband cheated on her with his own cousin, ruining her social life and everything she had worked for, she had no choice but to strike a deal with the devil—revenge in exchange for her soul. TRIGGER WARNING: Intended for a mature audience. This story delves into themes of sex, violence, and an obsessive partner. It starts off deceptively vanilla, but quickly takes a dark turn. If you think you’re strong enough to handle it, keep reading. If you are weak-minded, proceed with caution—this may push you past your limits. Only continue if you’re ready to face the unrelenting darkness within.

Two years into my marriage with Don Dante, my ex came back. Julian, the man who shattered my heart five years ago. He announced he was getting engaged. And he wanted me as his mistress. "I know I hurt you," he said. "My family looks down on mob ties. It was never going to work. But now? I'm marrying Tiffany. I'm taking over the family empire. I can finally afford to keep you." I just sneered at him. "Did it ever occur to you that I might be married?" He scoffed. "What decent family would have you? The daughter of a mob underboss? Don't be ridiculous." His arrogance made me sick. When I refused, he slapped a black card on the table. Told me to buy whatever I wanted. He said he'd pick me up next week. That we could spend every weekend tangled up in his bed. I spat on the floor at his feet. "Get him out," I told my guard. "And take his trash with him." He didn't get it. Not then. But he would. The moment he found out who I married. I didn't just marry anyone. I married the king of the Chicago underworld. A man he could never touch. And when he finally figured it out, he lost his goddamn mind.

In the third year of our marriage, my wife’s ex-boyfriend of eight years suddenly posted a picture on social media showing off a multi-million-dollar wedding house. His caption read: “Wow, got myself a huge villa, I’m the master of charming women!” I stared in shock at the picture, which showed my wife swiping her card at a sales office, and left a single comment: "?" A second later, my wife called to scold me. “I was just fulfilling a promise I made to him back when we were dating, buying him a house. Why are you getting mad at him?” “What? Are you really going to be so vicious as to force me to break my word?” That evening, her ex showed off another lavish post, this time flaunting a renovation bill worth hundreds of thousands. I knew it was a gift from my wife to please him. But by then, I no longer cared.

Studying abroad can be incredibly lonely at times. That night, I was in my room, indulging in a little treat for myself, when my best friend suddenly burst through the door. "Doing it yourself is no fun. Come on. There's a super cool cabaret show going on. Let's go see it together!" On stage, my friend was reclining in a chair behind the curtain, with two strong-looking men on top of her. "Come on. Join us for a group dance..."

El día que Sofía Mendoza perdió a su bebé, Diego Villarreal andaba festejando que su primer amor había vuelto al país. Tres años entregándose y acompañándolo, y para él no había sido más que tener una empleada doméstica en casa. A Sofía se le rompió el corazón y decidió de una vez por todas que se iba a divorciar. Todos sus conocidos sabían que Sofía era de esas mujeres pegajosas, de las que no te puedes quitar de encima fácilmente. —Te apuesto que en un día Sofía ya va a estar de vuelta, suplicando como siempre. Diego respondió: —¿Un día? Eso es demasiado, yo le doy máximo medio día. Desde el momento en que se divorció, Sofía se prometió no mirar atrás jamás. Se propuso a construir una nueva vida, a retomar la carrera profesional que había dejado de lado, y también a conocer personas nuevas. Fueron pasando los días y Diego ya no volvió a ver ni rastro de Sofía en la casa. De repente, él se llenó de pánico. En un evento empresarial, por fin, la vio, rodeada de un montón de gente. Sin pensarlo dos veces, se lanzó hacia ella. —¡Sofía! ¿Cuándo vas a dejar de hacer drama? Alejandro Montoya, el hermano de Diego, apareció de la nada, protegiéndola, lo empujó para quitárselo de encima y le habló con una frialdad que daba miedo. —No te atrevas a tocar a tu cuñada. Diego nunca había querido de verdad a Sofía, pero para cuando se dio cuenta de que sí la amaba, ya no había espacio para él en la vida de ella.

Steve, the brutal, evil man who happens to be the son of the Mafia, had his eye on a lady who had a distinctive build. Before the appearance of Steve, Ashly had everything figured out. Meet the man who intends to destroy Ashly Novanches' beautiful and innocent existence. Steve Biloner, who will become obsessed by Ashly's unique beauty and compassionate personality. Ang katapangang nananalaytay sa dugo ni Ashly Novanches ang kukuha sa atensyon ni Steve Biloner. Dahil lamang sa pagligtas ng dalaga sa buhay ng binata sa isang insidente, malapit sa kanilang paaralan kung saan doon sila mismo unang nagkita, ay doon na nag-umpisa ang kahindik-hindik na pagkahumaling sa kan'ya ng lalaki. Dahil hindi maalis alis sa sistema ng binata ang dalaga ay nakuha n'yang gawin ang pinakadelikadong plano. Pagkaraan ng limang taon ay kinidnap ni Steve si Ashly at inalok ng marriage contract kapalit ng kaligtasan ng pamilya n'ya. Mahuhulog kaya si Ashly at babaguhin ang binata? O sasabay s’ya sa agos na gusto ng lalaki upang makuha ang tiwala nito, dahilan para mapabagsak n'ya si Steve Biloner?

I become paralyzed after trying to save my wife. Seven years later, she holds a knife to our young son's neck and forces me to donate my kidney to her male best friend. She says I'm worthless now that I'm already paralyzed—what does it matter whether or not I have my kidneys? What she doesn't know is that I already lost a kidney many years ago when trying to save her. Now, she's taking away the only one I have left!

*She was supposed to die on her wedding day* Melissa had no other desire except making the man she loved happy, until he turned that love into a weapon to stab her back. Broken and betrayed, she vowed to rebuild everything he'd snatched from her. She promised never to be vulnerable again, But then, a cute little boy blinked at her innocently, calling her, “Mummy!” Behind him was his father; tall, charming, magnetic, with a loaded bank account that could fund her entire life. He had a single request. “Marry me.” Torn between the temptation of a worry-free life, and the determination to build her own, Melissa paused. “Blending both doesn't sound bad.” But what if underneath this temptation lie layers of mystery? What if Desmond Steele was hiding a huge secret that could turn her entire world upside down?

Jayden Dela Cruz, a pampered and arrogant heir, finds himself forcefully thrown into a harsh reality when his mother disowns him, leaving him to fend for himself in the unforgiving streets of Los Angeles slums. He is forced to seek help from Gabriella Torres - an orphan whom he had once ridiculed and ruined her chances at a good life. He discovers an unexpected friend in her and she teaches him the true meaning of life and love.

Sandy grew up surrounded by kids who adored the story of Cinderella—the gentle girl who lost her father, was cast aside by her cruel stepfamily, and endured endless chores without ever fighting back. But Sandy? She loathed it. She couldn’t stand how Cinderella stayed silent, how she let herself be tormented. Then one day, Sandy died in a fire. And woke up as Cinderella. Thrown into the very tale she despised, Sandy tries to play her part—scrubbing floors, swallowing her pride, surviving the cruelty of her stepmother and stepsisters. But everything changes when she’s kidnapped by bandits. Cornered in the forest, her fear turns into rage… and something inside her erupts. A powerful gust of wind explodes from her body, flattening everything around her. Real, terrifying magic. Her eyes flew wide, her mouth agape—pure disbelief etched across her face. Could it be? Did Cinderella possess supernatural powers? And not just her—almost everyone in the kingdom shimmered with something… otherworldly. Was this still the fairytale she thought she knew? Or had the story slipped into something far more enchanted than anyone imagined?