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Lacy Cunningham Marquez only wishes to be loved by her father and her only lover, Izaak Carlos Brook. But an unforeseen event happened. Lacy was accused of treason and fraud! Lacy was even more incredulous when Izaak believed Izabel. Her father, Lucian Marquez, abandoned her, left her in despair. When the day of her execution arrived, her only wish is to live again and promise herself that if she ever lives again, she will make sure that they'll pay for what they've done. Unexpected turns of events. The King of Gods fulfilled her wish and gave her another chance to live her life again. Now that she's alive again, she doesn't want to associate herself anymore with the Royal Family. When she's about to cut ties with them, the children of the King suddenly mess with her! Will she be able to do her plan easily and succeed in it? Or there's always a change of plan? "What am I going to do now?! Stop coming to me! I'll never be your Queen!" - Lacy Marquez.

"Betrayal is a sin, flower," He murmured near my ears, his arctic orbs whisking the warmth of my flesh against his. A course of harrowing singeing fire drifted down my body from the swell of my breasts to my heated core. My nerves screaming with torturous touch of his skin against mine, I couldn’t think for he had me confine in his arms. Brutally, he swept his tongue under the rim of my ear whilst my breath hitched and my tears become uncontrollable. The blood seeped through the cut I gifted him with as he inflated every bit of my scent I had to offer. His filthy tongue leapt across my lower lip with hellish slowness. The bond tempted me to submit to him. "I do not yearn to hear your cries, Katarina. Worship me with your moans." He commanded and I closed my eyes tightly not wishing to swim in those ocean pools of his. Their intimidating tone of his made me want to submit fully to him, to hand over the reins of my soul in his fists. Tears streamed down my face. "F-Forgive me, Xerxes." I stammer softly unable to face his wrath for I knew he was just playing with me, toying with my emotions before he punish me for deeds I've done. Xerxes cruelly grasped my wrists whilst locking them above my head so he could fully discern my naked flesh. "Forgive you?" He mocked, his eyes holding mine into a captivating grip as he licked his lips. "You let another male touch what belonged to me, tell me, flower, why must you test me like this.” I gulped unable to meet his gaze. He chuckled dryly. “Spread your legs, Katarina. The nectar I’m craving is between your legs.”

Naglalaro sila ng isang mapanganib na laro, naglilikot sa isang lugar kung saan madali silang mahuli ngunit sa tingin ko bahagi iyon ng kilig . Isang mainit na gulo. Isang mainit na boss. Isang napakaraming mainit na engkwentro na may pagnanasa na hindi mapaglabanan. Si Leslie ay parang walking ticking bomb hindi lang literal na "kapus-palad" ang ibig sabihin ng kanyang pangalan, ngunit iyon ang kuwento ng kanyang buhay. Pakiramdam niya lahat ng mahawakan niya ay biglang nagiging kalokohan. Lalo na pagkatapos ng hindi magandang pangyayari sa kanyang dating nobyo, lumipat siya sa studio na kanyang ibinahagi sa kanyang dating dahil sa panloloko na nangangahulugang bumalik siya sa bahay kasama ang kanyang teenager na parang mga magulang. Kaya naman kailangan niya ng bagong trabaho bilang personal assistant ni Damien Cameron Romano para makabangon muli. Ang tagapagtatag ng Boyce industries, Tatlong buwan sa trabahong ito at maaari na siyang lumipat at, sana ay magsimulang muli sa bagong tseke mula sa kanyang bagong trabaho. Sa papel, madali ang kanyang trabaho. Mag kape. Mag-book ng mga appointment. Panatilihing maayos ang lahat. Ngayon, wala na dahil hindi nagpapagaan ang kanyang amo sa kanyang seksing katawan at seksing mga mata. Imbes na tumutok sa trabaho niya ay walang tigil ang iniisip niya tungkol sa biglaang nakakapasong paso ng kanilang atraksyon sa isa't isa. Pero boss niya! Alam mo kung ano ang sinasabi nila tungkol sa paghahalo ng trabaho at kasiyahan: Hindi ito nagtatapos ng maayos.

A sadistic being develops an ominous obsession with an anxiety ridden young woman. Feasting himself on her fears, and devouring her body and mind. Noxodius knows that he has gone too far, but he can he stop himself? Can he let the little human go? Will he cut her loose after he gets his fill, or will he swallow her whole? When he realizes things might not be as they seem, will he have biten off more than he can chew?

I am the woman who stays the longest by the side of mafia Don Jasper Shaw. I believe I hold a unique place in his heart. But when his beloved Rosie Hurley suffers violation and falls pregnant, everything changes. Accused of orchestrating Rosie's downfall, I become the venomous villain in their eyes. To shield Rosie from gossip, Jasper publicly claims her unborn child as his own. Meanwhile, I am branded a depraved woman, defiled and discarded. Desperate, I reveal my own pregnancy to Jasper, pleading for our child’s future. He dismisses it as a ploy for attention. When I confront him, his words cut deep. "This is the sin you must atone for. Rosie has always been raised like a princess, and she can't endure the whispers—not like you." For the first time, I realize I am nothing to Jasper but a tool for his desires. Rosie locks me in a cramped cellar, where I suffocate and die. My body lies undiscovered for a month. When Jasper receives the call to identify my corpse, he brushes it off, prioritizing Rosie's prenatal checkup. "Amara's lies are piling up. So what if she's dead? Cremate her and then talk to me." My body enters the furnace and is reduced to a handful of ashes. Later, the mighty Jasper Shaw kneels and sobs uncontrollably. He begs for just one glimpse of me.

Wayne Blackstone was starting to get bored with the outrageous things he always did for his birthdays. This time around, he only wanted something simple and organized a private pool party. He also decided to give himself a little treat and that was how Rose Cohen ended up on his doorstep and in his arms. Rose was no stripper but she couldn't let her best friend down and the promise of an equal cut from the pay check sealed her decision to deceive Wayne. Wayne is fascinated by the beautiful and hilarious woman and wants her in spite of all the secrets she reveals about her situation. Rose feels guilty about how Wayne make her heart skip and tries to do all she can to keep things professional; even when he offers her a job she cannot refuse. But when there is betrayal on all sides, can Rose really trust Wayne and all the sweet promises he whispers in her ears?

I married Rafe Maretti—the man who owned the Maretti Casino empire. Sophisticated, ruthless, but sinfully charming. By year three of our marriage, I introduced my little sister to his nephew, Adam Moretti—twenty-five, all sharp smiles and sharper ambition. He ran the dirtier side of the family’s business—arms, drugs, the kind of trade that dripped blood and money in equal parts. I married the powerful, irresistible uncle. She married the young, dangerous nephew. It was supposed to be our fairytale. Then one day, I got kidnapped in Rafe’s casino. Snatched by a rival mafia family desperate to force Rafe to sign over one of his biggest, most profitable casinos. Except Rafe didn’t answer the phone or even notice I was gone. The kidnappers grew impatient. First, it was slaps. Then punches. Then they shattered my leg and buried a knife in my stomach. Still no word from my husband. Until finally, after what felt like a hundred unanswered calls, a single message came through. "I’m with Bianca. She’s having a stomach. Stop calling." Once the kidnappers realized I had no value, they dumped me in a rotting warehouse like discarded luggage. It was Isla, my sister, who found me. She got me out. And then the brakes failed. The car spun out. Isla went unconscious beside me. I tried calling Adam. Isla’s husband. But as soon the call went through, all I could hear was. “Leave me along. Isla, I am in the middle of something here.” When I clearly heard a woman’s voice in the back. If not for a passing stranger, Isla and me wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let along have survived. So when I opened my eyes again, the first thing I thought was: I’m divorcing that sorry bastard. The Maretti can go to hell.

Just when everything is going well ; Cleo and Angelo hit a speed bump, or better yet have an iron mountain that refuses to move in the form of Rosa who has been antagonistic towards Cleo and has never been a fan of their relationship. They say ; love endures all , and it can stand the test of time, but what happens when you doubt the very love you have always trusted ,and you are cought in-between a crossfire between of a war you didn't start that not only puts your family in danger but threatens your happiness? The past doesn't stay in he past . It will only stay there when you cut cords properly. Cleo thought she found a love of a lifetime when she crossed paths with Angelo after what the crazy they had been through only to find out that the only person who can stop the raging unecesary war between her and his mother is the father of her children and the man she loves with her whole being. Angelo has finally found stability; unconditional love , loyalty and support in Cleo ; but everything he has worked hard to achieve is threatened by his extended family. After an unfortunate event ; Angelo finds out why his mother has been against his relationship with Cleo,and just when he finally thinks he has done all he can to protect them... His life is turned upside down when Cleo is caught in-between a war she didn't start and only he can stop it .

"Bagaimana Mytha mau mengenalkan ke Ibu, sedangkan hampir semua teman lelaki yang dekat dengan Mytha takut sama Ayah," kata Mytha dengan nada sendu.Pak Yuda, seorang Kolonel pensiunan ABRI berencana menjodohkan anak semata wayangnya dengan anak dari sahabat karibnya. Sahabat dalam satu kompi maupun Balalion yang sama.Namun takdir berkata lain, Mytha enggan menerima perjodohan.itu. Dan dengan segala upaya dia lakukan, salah satunya dengan memaksa kekasihnya untuk menemui sang Ayah. Namun kekasihnya begitu peng*cut, dan Mytha akhirnya memutuskan hubungan mereka.Bayu, mantan Mytha tak terima diputuskan sepihak dan menjebak Mytha hingga mahkotanya direnggut. Devan, seorang CEO yang tadinya ingin menolong Mytha namun dirinya malah merenggut kesuciannya.Bagaimanakah akhir jodoh Mytha? Baca selengkapnya, Happy Reading

"Why is a young girl like you destroying her kidneys and liver?", I heard that deep husky voice behind my ear and I froze on the seat. He was forbiddenly inches away from me and his breath was against the back of my neck. Who was he? Whoever he was. He had the guts and I wasn’t ready to tolerate nonsense. "You....." , My mouth fall open the moment I turned to look at the atranger who was behind my back. As unbelievable as it was, he was fucking hot. Just a glimpse of his dirty blonde spiky hair , a nice chiseled jawline , pink lips and eyes that had a mixture of dark blue and light grey made my mouth fall more open. Honestly l had never seen such eyes. l felt mesmerized , they were damn beautiful. He didn't look young , he was something like 45 to 50 but good lord he was so hot. Realizing that I was checking him out, a smirk appeared on his face. "Is there something a young beautiful girl like you, wants to forget so badly?." He whispered and I shuttered as I leaned back into his chest. Yes It was there. I want to let go of my past. But I didn't reply him. "I can let you......", "Go on, make me forget him" , l cut him off short in mid sentence. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Yes I was drunk. But just one night with a stranger.... in fact an experienced old man. It is not wrong. Is it?!