Ned Leeds

At the Davenport family dinner, I arrive wearing the same dress Tucker Davenport's true love once wore. His face darkens immediately. He glares at me coldly and orders that my dress be burned on the spot. "Damn it, Willow, can't you show a little self-awareness? Shelby might be too naive to notice, but there's no way I'm letting you appear like this in front of her." The intense heat rushes toward me as the flames consume the fabric. A sharp, burning pain shoots between my legs, crashing over me like a tidal wave. The pain drags me under, but I suddenly jolt awake, barely able to gasp a plea for mercy. Tucker doesn't spare me a glance. He simply turns away to help Shelby cut the cake. Days later, he finally remembers I exist. "As long as you behave and don't bother Shelby again, you'll still be Mrs. Davenport." I stare at the burns on my legs as my tears dry up. I refuse to beg any longer. I'm done being Mrs. Davenport.

Three days after my death, Dominic Sharp receives a phone call asking him to identify my body. He has an arm wrapped around a woman's waist as he says indifferently, "I couldn't care less if she's dead. Call me once she's been cremated." My body is sent to the crematorium. After putting the ashes into an urn, an employee calls Dominic again. He clucks his tongue impatiently. "Alright, alright. I'll be there soon."

"Gusto kong pag-isipan mo ang inaalok kong kasal sa 'yo. Hindi kita mamadaliin, pero hindi rin ako tatanggap ng sagot na hindi. Tandaan mo 'yan, Saskia. Una pa lang kitang nakita, alam ko sa sarili kong magiging akin ka pagdating ng araw. Malas lang ng nobyo mo at niloko ka lang niya sa kabila ng pagiging perpekto mong babae," sambit nito sa seryosong tinig. Isang estrangherong gwapong lalaki ang lumapit kay Saskia Magsaysay Santos sa kalagitnaan ng kanyang kalungkutan dulot ng pagtataksil sa kanya ng kaniyang long-time boyfriend na si Gerald at ng pinsan niyang si Vivian. Tinanggap niya ang alok ng lalaki ayon sa idinidikta ng kanyang puso't isipan. Ngunit paano kung matuklasan niyang ang lalaking pinakasalan niya, si Weston Buencamino Del Flores, ay tiyuhin pala ng kanyang ex-boyfriend? Mamahalin pa rin kaya niya si Weston, kahit na kadugo ito ng lalaking nanloko sa kanya? O isasantabi na lang ba niya ang lahat upang patuloy na mahalin ito?

“Honey, let’s make a baby together so that you won’t leave me.” I resisted, but my husband ignored it and forced himself onto me. After that, I did it with him 520 times, each time a nightmare for me. Even when he was on business trips, he had to monitor my every move via video, terrified that I would run away. However, one day, I received an invitation to an art exhibition. The intimate gestures between my husband and me had been turned into works of art, filling the entire gallery. My husband held a young female intern by the waist, his gaze sweeping over me with indifference. “Two years ago, you insisted on going against Tiara over an art collectible and suppressed her during the auction, spending lavishly just to humiliate her.” “Now there are 520 art pieces here, an exhibition showcasing your disgrace. If you don’t want them falling into someone else’s hands, you’ll need to bid on them one by one.”

Ethan Cross, an FBI agent, has been pursuing Dante Valensi, one of the nation's most influential and untouchable crime lords, for years. Dante has created an empire that law enforcement has never been able to destroy. He is cunning, ruthless, and feared by all. Ethan, however, is unique. He has been assigned the task of entering Dante's world as Luca Romano, moving up the ranks, and destroying him from within. It is almost impossible to get close to Dante. He doesn’t trust anyone and doesn’t allow anyone to be close to him, especially not romantically. However, in the role of Luca, Ethan excels at the game, gains Dante’s confidence, and becomes his right-hand man. He gets closer to his objective with each step. It becomes more difficult to keep in mind that this is only a mission every moment spent with Dante. Then everything changes one night. An overly persistent touch. The look says too much. A weakness that neither of them can undo. What little and dishonesty develops into something harmful that is unavoidable. It’s just part of the job, Ethan tells himself. Dante is an evil creature. that the worst thing he could ever do is fall in love with him. What occurs, though, when the lie begins to seem more plausible than reality? Ethan has to decide whether to finish his mission and bring down the man he was sent to destroy or to give in to the one person he was never supposed to love as secrets come to light, treachery looms, and blood is shed. Because there is only one way in with Dante Valenci. And no escape route.

The day she died, Julia Knight called her husband, Atlas Volkan 57 times while a masked man strangled her. As air finally drained from her lungs, his voice filtered through accompanied by hers. His first love whom his priorities lied with, the one he cherished - The one for whom, he would never be able to love her. In this life, she was constantly blamed for pushing his brother to death, snatching her sister's rights, and treated like a doormat in her own home. She was her mother's slave, her sister's puppet and her husband's clown. So, as Julia breathed her last breath, she begged for one chance- just one more chance to live life for herself. When she is reborn, she immediately asks for a divorce. To her surprise, her cold dominating husband refused and went insane trying to win her back.

You are mine now! The sooner you get used to that fact, the better its gonna be for you." "I belong to no one but myself." Nicole cried, but the terrifying mafia man only laughed. "I guess we'll have to see about that."  Nicole Meyer was the only daughter of Christopher Meyer, a heartless and ruthless man whose only concern was fame, wealth and power, and he was willing to sacrifice everything to aquire those things, even at the expense of his own daughter. He had just decided to marry her off to one of his friends for a business alliance, but Nicole decided that she would rather die than marry that man. She was also tired and frustrated of living like a slave in her own father's house so on the day of her wedding, she escaped in her white dress and tried to end it all, but she was rescued by a man whom she later discovered was the head of a dangerous mafia chain. "You were going to end it anyway so clearly you didn't have any need to live. I rescued you so now your life belong to me and i'm going to do with it as i damn well please." "Please don't hurt me." Nicole begged, her lips quivering. "Hurt you?" The man asked. "And just why would i do that when you are the very thing i've been searching for?" "I...i..am?" She stamerred in confusion. "Of course you are darling." He replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You are going to be my bride and the one that is going to producd me an heir."

At 19, Remy Vale was forced into surrogacy by her desperate father. When one twin was declared stillborn, she fled the hospital with the “dead” baby and vanished. Eight years later, billionaire basketball star Kai Sterling finds her—and their secret bond ignites. But his fiancée, Sienna, discovers the truth and wages a silent war to destroy Remy. No press. No pity. Just a mother fighting to keep the son the world erased. A raw, grounded billionaire romance about survival, secrets, and the woman who refused to be a footnote in someone else’s legacy.

At the reunion, someone asked when I was getting married. Grinning, I pulled out the invites. "Mid-October. Be there." Cheers broke out. Everyone peeked at the girl next to me. "You've been with Daphne forever, right? Finally making it official?" Daphne hurled her drink at me. "Ethan Everett, is this your idea of pressuring me into marriage?" The room froze. I wiped my face, cool as ever, and opened the invite in front of her. "Maybe check the name. It doesn't say you're the bride."

I was born with a strange condition. I couldn't recognize faces and could only identify people by their clothes. Vincent Lancaster, my boyfriend, never minded. He said it didn't change the way he loved me. That was, until our wedding day. He answered a phone call. His childhood friend, Grace Langley, was in labor, life hanging by a thread, and she demanded he come immediately. My voice shook with despair. "Vincent! If you drive away now, we'll never be husband and wife!" But he left anyway, not looking back. Grace had always loved seeing him in white, so he threw aside the black suit I had sewn for him with my own hands and changed into white. A year later, Vincent returned. By then, my belly was swollen with life, and I was holding onto another man while hosting a baby shower. And the man wore the black suit Vincent had thrown away. Vincent went mad, claiming he was my husband, but no one believed him.