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[WARNING: SPG] Gwapo, playboy at malakas ang appeal. Iilan lang iyan sa mga katangian ng bilyonaryong si Kian Fuentavilla kaya napakaraming babaeng nagkakadarapa sa kanya—maliban kay Jhymea Madrigal. Isang dalagang manang kung manamit at madalas pang napagkakamalang lola at mambabarang. Panget si Jhymea, at aminado naman siya roon, pero para sa kanya ay may karapatan pa rin naman siyang mamili kaya inayawan niya si Kian na kahit mala-Adonis na ang datingan ay ubod naman ng yabang. Unang pagkikita pa lang ng dalawa ay nagkairingan na sila. Labis na dinibdib ni Jhymea na tinawag siyang ‘janitress’ at ‘ipis’ ng binata at ganun din si Kian sa kanya nang mapunit ang pwètan ng slacks nito dahil sa dalaga. Halos isumpa nila ang isa't isa hanggang napagdesisyunan ng kapatid ni Kian na si Nexie Fuentavilla na mag one-night stand silang dalawa. Kapalit nun ay ang impormasyong hinihingi ni Kian tungkol sa ex niyang si Tanya, at pera naman para kay Jhymea para mapauwi na niya sa bansa ang ina niyang OFW na kay tagal niyang ‘di nakasama. Dahil sa pagiging maloko ni Kian ay pinalabas niyang nabutas ang còndom na ginamit niya sa pakikipagtalik sa dalaga. Ilang linggo iyong iniyakan ni Jhymea kasi ang buong akala niya ay hindi na siya makaka-graduate, ngunit nahuli niya ang binata nung minsan ay may kausap ito sa telepono at inamin nito ang lahat. Doon ay naisip na gumanti ni Jhymea at pinalabas na totoong nabuntis nga siya ng binata. Nakarating ang tsismis na yun sa ina ni Kian na si Mrs. Anita Fuentavilla. Nagkukumahog na nagpaliwanag ang dalawa na hindi totoo ang lahat pero huli na kasi nagawan na sila ng kontrata ng ginang sa nalalapit nilang kasal. Matakasan kaya nila ang kapalarang nagsimula sa isang laro lamang? O mauuwi na ang lahat sa totoong pag-iibigan?

THIS BOOK IS RATED 18 AND HAS A LOT OF ADULT CONTENT Blurb~ "Get off me!" Tessa gasped, struggling beneath Vernon's broad frame. His dark eyes gleamed with something unreadable—a hunger, a craving. When he didn’t move, panic surged through her, and she screamed. His hand shot out, wrapping around her throat, his grip unyielding. A breathless gasp tore from her lips. "You can't run from me, Peach." His voice was silk and steel, lethal in its promise. "I own you." — Tessa had lost everything—her home, her wealth, her love. The man she once adored, Tamlin, had not only betrayed her but stripped her of everything she owned, tossing her aside like she meant nothing. She was Heartbroken, Weak and Shattered. But things were only going to get worse. Tamlin didn’t just ruin her—he sold her. As collateral to pay his debt. Now, she belonged to the devil himself—Vernon Carter. Cold. Dominant and Cruel. A man who didn’t know the meaning of mercy. But behind this cold facade is man who is wounded by heartbreak and swore never to give his heart out again. He thought he could break her, use her but he was wrong. Tessa shut the door to her heart and now it only wanted vengeance. She wanted Tamlin to suffer. And to do that, she needed power. Wealth. Someone more ruthless than Tamlin ever was. Vernon was the perfect pawn. She made up her mind. She would seduce him. Make him crave her. Make him hers on the terms that she would never fall for him but fate had other plans. What happens when Vernon discovers her true intentions, that he was just a pawn in her twisted games—and the game of love and revenge spirals into something far more dangerous?

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.