Ojo Kagetan Ojo Gumunan

Matapos mahuli ang kaniyang dating kasintahan sa kama kasama ang kaniyang half-sister, lumingon si Chloe at itinuon ang kaniyang mga mata sa tiyuhin ng kanyang dating kasintahan. Dahil sa mga hindi inaasahang pangyayari, silang dalawa ay ikinasal.Habang siya ay lihim na natutuwa at gumagawa ng mga plano upang masiguro na siya ay magiging batang tiyahin, ang kaniyang loko-lokong kaibigan ay naghulog ng isang bombshell—siya ay nagpakasal sa maling tao.Habang naguguluhan ay tinititigan ni Chloe ang lalaking nasa harapan niya. Kahit na hindi ang lalaking ‘to ang kaniyang orihinal na target, napagdesisyunan niyang ayos na rin ito at nagpatuloy siya sa kaniyang plano.Gayunpaman, isang araw sa isang press conference, nalaman niya ang isang nakagugulat na balita—ang kaniyang napangasawa ay isang well-known investor, at ang uncle ng kaniyang dating nobyo na labis niyang hinahangaan ay nagta-trabaho sa kaniya.

She’s undercover to destroy him. He knows her secret, and makes her play his game. Dante Vitale, ruthless mafia heir, doesn’t believe in love. Amara Voss, undercover agent, doesn’t believe in weakness. But when he catches her lies and forces her into a fake relationship, desire becomes her most dangerous enemy. In his world of power, betrayal, and obsession… one wrong move could cost her everything—including her heart.

They say hatred is stronger than love. For Selena Cruz, that has always been true. Born into a cartel dynasty, she swore no man would ever own her—not her father, not her enemies, and certainly not Dante Moretti, the ruthless heir of the Italian Mafia. Their marriage isn’t a choice. It’s a weapon. A deal struck in blood to end a war neither of them wanted. Dante is everything she despises—cold, controlling, untouchable. But every time he looks at her, she feels her resolve crack. He wants her obedience. She wants his downfall. And yet, the fire between them burns hotter than either can control. When betrayal shatters the fragile truce between their families, Selena and Dante are forced to fight side by side. In a world of guns, lies, and vengeance, enemies can become lovers…and hatred may be the only thing keeping them alive. In the mafia, love is never pure. It’s a weapon. And sometimes, it’s deadly.

"Oh really. I'd say you really enjoyed my visit." He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He walked closer to her until she had to use her hand to stop him from crushing her against the wall. He bent his head and nipped a small line from her neck to her ear. She felt heat travel through her body and a tingle that started on the lower part of her spine and traveled through her body. Her mind was clouded with a haze of lust and she tried to hold back the sounds that threatened to escape as he continued his assault on her neck and ear. She couldn't believe that just a little touch from him could cause so much fire inside her. A fire she thought she didn't possess. She felt herself climbing higher and higher on the waves of passion and just as she reached her peak, he shot her down. "If you didn't believe me before, you have your answer now." ****************************************** When Odeya is tasked with killing the Crown Prince of Myknos, what she expects to find is a spoilt brat deserving of a most embarrassing death not the handsome, disciplined and headstrong man who sets her blood on fire with both anger and passion. What will she do when she has to pick between saving her mother and her new found love?

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El día del control prenatal, mi esposo Emilio estaba ocupado en el trabajo, pero su amiga de la infancia, con quien llevaba años de coqueteo, Laura se ofreció a llevarme en auto. En el camino, de pronto giró el volante y el vehículo se estrelló de lleno contra la parte baja de un camión de carga; la carrocería quedó aplastada al instante. No llamé a mi esposo, que era médico de urgencias, sino que marqué al servicio de emergencias y esperé el rescate, solo porque, en mi vida anterior, lo primero que hice fue llamarlo para que me llevara al hospital. Al final, el bebé se salvó, pero Laura murió en el acto por la gran pérdida de sangre. Él decía que no me culpaba, que me recuperara tranquila, incluso me consiguió una habitación individual en el hospital. Pero el día del alta, me llevó a la tumba de Laura, allí, me clavó un cuchillo en el vientre; el bebé murió y yo quedé al borde de la muerte. Sus ojos estaban llenos de un odio encendido, y, ante mis súplicas, solo dijo con frialdad: —¡Si no hubieras girado el volante a propósito, Laura no habría muerto! ¡No creas que por fingir inocencia voy a creerte! Ojo por ojo: ¡quiero que la acompañes en la tumba! ¡El dolor que ella sufrió antes de morir, tú lo vivirás diez veces... cien veces más! Giró el cuchillo con fuerza, una y otra vez, atravesando mi cuerpo. La sangre salpicó sobre la lápida, tiñendo de rojo el nombre de Laura. Cuando abrí los ojos, estaba de vuelta en el lugar del accidente.