Onyx Chain

Phuture Diaz is a Divine Goddess, transmigrated into another powerful woman named Celie Ward. Both women are strong spiritual beings, but Phuture is weakened after transmigration despite being a master of all spiritual art forms. She is a prodigy in the world of spirituality and elemental techniques, and masters any technique she can think of in seconds. Follow her journey to finding answers on how to return home, she will be challenged by multiple supernatural fantasy demons, vampires, ghost, and more!

Ivy Sinclair never expected her father's last desperate move to be selling her off like a pawn—to the coldest billionaire in Manhattan. Lucien Blackwood doesn't believe in love. But he believes in power, and marrying Ivy gives him just that—until the fire in her eyes threatens to melt the ice around his heart. Their vows are signed in ink and built on lies. She’s determined to protect her soul. He’s hiding demons that could destroy them both. But what starts as a calculated business arrangement spirals into a dangerous obsession. Secrets bleed. Betrayals burn. And when the past comes back with blood on its hands, their fragile union may be the only thing standing between survival and ruin. He owns her name. She could own his heart. But only if they don’t destroy each other first. In this house of fortune, love is the most dangerous currency.

Lorsque je suis allée refaire le certificat de liaison conjugale, l'agent du service administratif m'a annoncé : « Votre ancien certificat de liaison est un faux. Nous n'avons aucune trace de votre enregistrement ici. » Je n'en croyais pas mes oreilles et j'ai insisté : « Sébastien et moi sommes pourtant officiellement liés depuis cinq ans… Comment est-ce possible ? Pouvez-vous vérifier à nouveau, s'il vous plaît ? » Cyrille a compulsé une seconde fois nos dossiers et a conclu : « Les documents de l'Alpha Sébastien sont bien là… Mais selon nos archives, son partenaire officiel n'est pas vous. » Ma voix s'est brisée : « Qui, alors ? » « Lorie. » Sa réponse était nette. À ce nom, j'ai serré le dossier de la chaise jusqu'à blêmir, luttant pour ne pas m'effondrer. Avant que Cyrille ne prononce le nom de Lorie, j'espérais encore une erreur. Mais maintenant, tout prenait un sens terriblement cohérent. Lorie… n'était autre que l'amie d'enfance de Sébastien ! À cet instant, tant de choses trouvaient enfin une explication : ces cinq années passées comme son partenaire, sans qu'il ne me marque jamais. Notre cérémonie de liaison, cinq ans plus tôt, n'avait été qu'une mascarade. J'avais tout abandonné pour lui, croyant à un bonheur possible. Mais ces cinq années de « félicité » n'étaient qu'une illusion, soigneusement fabriquée par lui. Puisque rien de tout cela ne m'appartenait vraiment… il était temps de partir...

When Isabella De Rivera runs away from home to escape an arranged marriage to a powerful Filipino-Italian tycoon, she ends up in the arms of a mysterious stranger she meets at a club. He brings her to a hidden place he calls the Red Room, a space filled with sexual equipment chains, whips, sling chairs, and desires she doesn’t yet understand. Drawn to him despite her fear, Isabella gives herself completely to the man who makes her feel seen for the first time. But the next morning, everything changes. Her father’s men find her and drag her home. The wedding will happen whether she wants it or not. Broken and numb, Isabella walks down the aisle in silence… only to freeze when she sees the groom’s face. It’s him—the stranger from the club. The man who took her breath, her trust, and her innocence. Bound by a vow to the man who claimed her body and bought her life, Isabella enters a war zone. Her husband, Sergio "Serg" Medici, harbors a ruthless history he can't bury, including a former wife determined to win him back and a young daughter who doesn’t know Isabella exists.

"Yes! I want to be your girlfriend, Kairus Dhan Alvarez. Sinasagot na kita," sigaw ng kaibigan ko. Ouch! Nanigas ako sa kinatayuan ko ng pagpasok ko pa lang sa university kung saan ako nag-aaral, ng marinig ko ang sigaw ng isang pamilyar na boses, o should I say, ng aking best friend. Ang ganda naman ng bungad. Hindi ako makagalaw sa kinatayuan ko. Para akong natulala. Para akong binagsakan ng langit at lupa. "WOAH, CONGRATS NEW COUPLE." Nanlalabo ang paningin ko habang pinagmamasdan ang kaibigan ko at ang lalaking mahal ko. Kitang kita ko kung gaano kasaya si Kairus nang sagutin siya ni Amara. Nagyayakapan silang dalawa, at worst, they kissed each other in front of me. Mas lalong lumakas ang sigawan ng mga tao habang ako naman ay parang nabingi. Hindi ko alam kung anong nararamdaman ko. Basta alam ko lang, unti-unti nang nawawasak ang puso ko. Yumuko ako. Ramdam na ramdam ko ang physical na sakit sa puso ko. "I LOVE YOU, AMARA... SO MUCH!" D@MN! Tuluyan nang nawasak ang puso ko nang marinig ko ang katagang iyon mula sa bibig ng mahal ko na para sa kaibigan ko. Kinagat ko ang aking ibabang labi upang pigilan ang luha na gustong kumawala sa aking mga mata. Dapat handa na ako sa ganito, alam kong darating ang araw na ito, pero p*tangina, bakit parang sobrang sakit? Bakit parang hindi ko kaya? "BESH...!" Kaagad kong pinunasan ang isang butil na luha na tuluyan itong kumawala sa mata ko. Huminga ako ng malalim at saka inangat ang paningin sa kaibigan kong patakbong palapit sa akin na may malaking ngiti. Ngumiti din ako, pero pilit lang. Sinubukan kong maging masaya para hindi siya makahalata. "KAMI NA... I ALREADY SAID YES TO HIM," masaya niyang sabi bago ako niyakap.

"They say if you truly love something, you have to let it go." Sino nga ba ang tamang babae para sa akin? Siya bang babaeng minahal ko nang sobra noon? O ang dati kong asawa, the woman I never wanted but had to marry?

Trapped with the Man She Hates the Most... ---- Kylie Leowfin, the stunning and brilliant European model, leads a charmed life, until a fateful trip to the Philippines for her cousin's wedding changes everything. There, she comes face to face with Thurstin Piers, a man she loathes with a passion. Kylie can't stand Thurstin, but destiny has other plans. Their paths collide once more, and circumstances force them to share the same space. As time passes, Kylie begins to see a different side of Thurstin, a side with a kind and caring heart. Yet, the mounting pressure of their forced togetherness may just push Kylie to develop feelings she never expected. She strives to keep her distance, to distract herself from his presence, but love has a funny way of sneaking in when you least expect it. Do they stand a chance of falling in love with each other? Read on to find out.

"Get up, I'm hungry. Cook for me NOW!" The authoritative tone jolted me awake, not giving me a moment to freshen up or even change. We don't sleep side by side; he stays in the master bedroom while I occupy the guest room. He can't stand being near me. It hurts deeply when those words come from him, but it's a recurring pattern. I hurriedly made my way downstairs, still tying the robe around me. In the kitchen, I began preparing his breakfast. You see, I'm his secret wife. No one knows except our parents and a few friends. Since we got married, not a day goes by without him reminding me that he doesn't love me. Not a day goes by without him hurting me. But that's alright because, as I've mentioned, I love him so much that I'm willing to do anything just to earn his love in return. A single tear escaped and fell onto the clove of garlic I was chopping. I quickly wiped it away. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Manang watching me. I took a deep breath to regain my composure before turning to her with a forced smile. "I'm sorry; I got emotional over garlic." I lied.

Bumukas ang malaking pintuan sa harap ko, at narito ang lalaking minamahal ko, ang mata'y walang damdamin habang lumalapit ako sa altar. Ngumiti ako kahit na masikip ang dibdib ko. Narinig ko ang musika habang dahan-dahang naglalakad patungo sa lalaking naghihintay sa harap. Si Kiel, nakatitig nang seryoso sa akin. Walang kahit anong kasiyahan ang makikita sa kanyang mukha, at ito'y nagdulot ng kirot sa aking puso. Iniharap ko ang aking kamay, ngunit itinuring niyang wala ito at agad na umusad patungo sa harap ng pari. Iniwan akong nakatambad ang kamay sa ere. Yumuko ako, bahagyang nahihiya. Sumunod ako sa harap ng pari, at sinimulan na ang misa. "Maari mo nang halikan ang iyong asawa," ang sabi ng pari. Humarap ako kay Kiel, inaasahan ang isang halik sa labi, ngunit sa pisngi lamang ito dumapo. "Nakuha mo na ang titulong Mrs. Valerian, ngunit tiyak kong hindi mo makukuha ang aking pagmamahal," bulong niya. Pumikit ako, at naramdaman ang sakit sa aking puso. "Tandaan mo 'yan, Sam? Hindi mo makukuha ang aking pagmamahal dahil may iniibig na ako," dagdag niya habang nagpalakpakan na ang mga tao. Tumulo ang isang butil na luha. "Sarap mong pagmasdan habang umiiyak," layo na nito sa akin pagkatapos ng mga salitang iyon at agad na lumabas ng simbahan. Pinalis ko ang luha ko at mag-isang ngumiti sa harap ng mga taong masaya para sa amin. Kumikirot ang dibdib ko sa likod ng aking mga ngiti. Daig ko pa ang sinaksak, ngunit hindi ko pinahalata. "Saan pupunta ang asawa mo?" inosenteng tanong ng isang matanda. Ngumiti ako, ngunit hindi na nagbigay ng pagsasalita. "Baka excited lang," mapanukso ng isa. Tumawa ako, kahit na parang pinipiga ang puso ko. Ako si Samantha Alexandria Perez, o dapat bang sabihin Samantha Alexandria Perez Valerian, and I am his unwanted wife.

"Di ko siya jowa. Di ko siya crush. And yet, I let him do things to my body." Sabi nila, ang pinaka-masakit na heartbreak ay hindi ‘yung iniwan ka—kundi ‘yung never ka namang pinili in the first place. Nakatayo siya sa dulo ng reception hall, hawak ang baso ng alak habang pinapanood ang lalaking minahal niya ng matagal… na masayang ikinakasal sa iba. Kitang-kita niya kung paano nito tinititigan ang babae—isang titig na kailanman ay hindi niya natanggap. Masakit. Pero imbes na magmukmok, Cass did what any heartbroken girl would do—nagpakalunod sa alak. Kung hindi na siya ang pipiliin, edi dapat kalimutan na lang, diba? Kahit isang gabi lang. At dahil lasing na lasing siya, she made a reckless decision—she had s*x with a stranger. No names, no backstories. Isang taong hindi niya kilala. Pero paggising niya kinabukasan, mas matindi pa sa hangover ang sumalubong sa kanya. Ang lalaking nakasama niya sa kama? Hindi lang basta kung sino lang— Anak ng teteng! He’s the cousin of the man she had loved for years. Napatayo siya agad, hinatak ang kumot sa katawan, pero ngumisi lang ito. "Easy ka lang," he chuckled. "Last night, you were like a needy cat—clinging, pressing against me. Ngayon, parang gusto mo akong itulak sa bangin.” Nanlamig siya sa kahihiyan. Pero mas lalo siyang natulala sa sunod nitong sinabi— "Kung gusto mong kalimutan siya, I can help you. Pero hindi lang isang gabi. Hanggang sa hindi mo na maalala ang pangalan niya." Tatanggapin ba niya ang alok nito? O lalabanan ang tukso ng matamis na kasalanan?