One Ring To Rule Them All

In my last life, my brother Leo—the heir to the Moretti crime family—stripped our estate bare of every last soldier, all for a Vegas jaunt. All because his new flame, Scarlett, had a jones for the high-roller tables. The Volkovs—our rivals, the very ones Leo had just pissed off—saw their opening and stormed our gates. My mother, Sofia, took a bullet meant for me. Died protecting me. I blew up Leo’s phone, my pleas turning to screams. He didn't answer. He waltzed back in after the shooting stopped, bringing our men home, but far too late for it to matter. Then, the news from Vegas. Scarlett was gone. A suicide note left behind. In it, she painted me as the monster. The one who’d leaked our weaknesses to the Volkovs. The one who'd orchestrated a fake kidnapping and torture plot, all to drive her to despair and lure Leo home. A perfect, tragic lie. Leo read the letter calmly. Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right in the middle of the fire and the blood. This time, I shoved my mother behind me, dragging her toward the panic room. And the bastards who were too blind to believe me? They’ll regret it.

Looking into the eyes of the brilliant Gregory Green, the world around her disappeared. The grin on his face grew wider as he watched a star struck Willow, gaze deeply into his eyes. Picking up her hand in front of all in the room he shouts ," she is mine! The room was silent and Willow snapped out of her hypnotic trance,looking at the ring on her finger, she tried to tug it off. To her surprise it felt as if it was getting tighter. Gregory watched her struggle,his laugh echoed in the room as he slowly leaned in. Willow stepped back,assuming he was diving in for a kiss. Pulling her into him,his hot breath tickled her ears as he whispered," this is no ordinary ring,babygirl. you are mine forever!" She shook her head , a clear indication of her saying no but the guests at the diner started to applaud. No one dared go against Gregory Green,the richest man in the city. No one dared! Until he forcefully wedded Willow Winter, a waitress in a little diner! A mischievous Willow sets alight to his life,until he claims her heart!

May gustong-gusto si Calynn na singsing. Subalit isang araw ay binili ito ng isang lalaki para sa nobya nito. Simula niyon ay animo'y heartbroken na si Calynn. Hindi niya matanggap na pag-aari na ng ibang babae ang singsing na inasam-asam niya. Ang hindi niya alam ay muling magkukurus ang landas nila ni Reedz at walang anumang ibinigay na lang nito ang singsing sa kanya dahil ni-reject daw ito ng nobya. Subalit imbes na matuwa ay nakonsensya si Calynn. Hinanap niya si Reedz para ibalik ang singsing. Ang hindi niya inasahan, sa isang iglap, dahil sa singsing ay siya na ang na-engage sa binata, kay Reedz Rovalez na isa palang bilyonaryo. Anyare? At ano pa kaya ang mangyayari oras na siya ay mabuntis?

The Multi-Billionaire. The Womanizer. He is a Dangerous Assassin's. He has his own rules. Pero dumating sa buhay niya si Gabrielle Elena Lee, ang batang-bata na kapatid ng kan'yang kaibigan na si Geo Lee at bunsong anak ng Presidente ng bansa. "I just feel lust for you, not love Gab." "Sasabihin ko kay Daddy at Kuya Geo, na pinagsamantalahan mo ako." umiiyak na saad ni Gabby. Nakangisi akong nakatingin sa kan'ya. "Hindi mo ako kayang ilaglag Gab." nilapitan ko ito at hinalikan ang kan'yang leeg. "Ni-rape mo ako Bry, sinira mo ang buhay ko!" "Pero mahal mo ako, right?" panay ang halik ko sa kan'yang mukha. "Ibalik mo na ako sa pamilya ko, maawa ka!" "Dito ka lang sa akin, hangga't hindi ako nagsasawa sa iyo." hinubad ko ang kan'yang damit. "Baliw kana! Hindi mo na alam ang ginagawa mo!" "Yes, I really obsessed, sa iyo lang ako nababaliw." Hiniga ko ito sa kama. "Alam ko naman na magugustuhan mo ito Gab." nakangiti na saad ko sa kan'ya.

Abigail Jesslyn Gretta wanita yang dikenal judes, galak, dan sulit ditaklukkan. Ia bukan tipe perempuan manis yang rela menunduk demi siapa pun. Tapi dibalik sikap kerasnya, ada satu rahasia besar: ia pernah mencintai dengan bodoh—dan masih melakukannya sampai sekarang. Christian Abinaya Miller. Pria yang ia tunggu bertahun-tahun, hanya untuk kembali dengan membawa kabar pahit: ia sudah bertunangan. Dan lebih kejam lagi, tunangannya adalah Hanna… sahabat Jesslyn sendiri sejak sekolah. Jesslyn berusaha keras untuk terlihat kuat. Ia bisa menertawakan luka hatinya, bisa melontarkan kata-kata pedas, bahkan bisa berpura-pura baik-baik saja. Tapi bagaimana caranya berpura-pura, ketika setiap tatapan Christian membuat tembok yang ia bangun runtuh seketika?

Freya Daniella Howard, 24 years old, first heir of Howard Constructions is in ‎love with her boyfriend ‎Benjamin, but scared to tell that to her parents ‎because she knows Benjamin will not meet with ‎their expectations. When her ‎mother asks who she is dating, she without much thought says her best ‎friend's ‎name - Rafael. ‎ Rafael, 28 years old, sole heir of Eastmond Builders, secretly dating a model ‎because he ‎knows his high and mighty parents have high plans for him. ‎Though he's not much bothered because he only wants to savor his love-life for now and focus on his dream; to be eligible enough to be the CEO of his ‎family's business. ‎ However, Freya's lie which was intended to be unharmed ruins all his plans ‎and he becomes her ‎betrothal out of nowhere. Their families celebrate the ‎moment and tie them into Wedlock -- too swift for ‎them to comprehend what in the world has happened to them.‎ Is it fate or Freya's heedless mistake that confined them into marriage?.....hard ‎to answer. ‎

My boyfriend, Zayne Jefferson, is particularly gifted in certain ways. Every time we're intimate, he insists on trying something new. More than once, he gently coaxes me, saying, "Once you graduate, we'll get married." And I believe him. I throw myself into my studies, pushing hard to finish my credits early. At the same time, I secretly watch all kinds of videos at night and read up on techniques. I want to keep his body satisfied. One night, I stay up too late studying and miss curfew. I run to the bar to find him, where I overhear him chatting with his friends. "Zayne, is your girlfriend really that wild in bed?" one guy asks. "Of course. He trained her himself!" another guy says. "What about Yasmin?" Zayne exhales a stream of smoke, his eyes soft. "She's different. She's pure." In that moment, I begin to hate him. Back on campus, I make a call to my professor. "That secret program you mentioned… I want in." From this day on, my life belongs only to my career.

My brother-in-law started making a fuss about wanting to spend Christmas vacation at the beach, so I decided we'd make it a family trip. When my husband's adoptive sister got wind of it, she insisted on tagging along with her kid. Without a second thought, my husband went ahead and booked plane tickets for everyone—except me. He expected me to drive there with all the luggage. I thought at least someone in the family would speak up for me, but no, they all sided with him. Fine. If that's how they want it, then we'll go our separate ways—what's theirs is theirs, and what's mine is mine. But the moment I took that stance, the whole family suddenly started panicking…

My fate was sealed the moment I stepped inside that school. A simple sentence, seven measly words that put a target on my back, was all it took to turn three years of my life into a nightmare. Savaş Ewald became my tormentor and my nemesis without knowing a thing about me… or did he? How was I supposed to know, when I didn’t have a single memory of my past and no one willing to tell me anything? I need Savaş in order to find out about my past, but he doesn't play by the rules. He trades answers for kisses, clues for pieces of myself, but how much of myself am I willing to give him in order to find out the truth? The closer I get to finding out who I am, the more I realize Savaş Ewald will be my destruction.

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]