Real Name Of Lapu Lapu

Perfection was the curse. I was born into wealth, beauty, influence, and a family empire that stretched across continents. People envied my life, not knowing it was nothing more than a gilded prison. The only thing that ever felt real was ballet, the passion my parents forbade because it brought them no power, no profit, no leverage. My parents; greedy, ambitious, unfillable, hid their cruelty beneath luxury. And on my eighteenth birthday, they revealed the ultimate betrayal. I was engaged to a powerful man twice. . . no, three times my age. A man feared across Europe. A man whose hands were stained with secrets the world pretended not to see. They sold me to strengthen an alliance. So I ran. Barefoot, shaking, heartbroken. I stole one of our visitor's chopper and fled to Sicily, thinking distance could save me. I thought I escaped the monsters who owned my life. But I only ran into a darker one. Because Sicily is his territory; Aldrick Moretti, the shadow king of the Italian underworld. Cold. Untouchable. Beautiful in the most devastating way. The man people whisper about as if speaking his name is a sin. A man with eyes that see through lies. . . including mine. And the moment he found me trespassing on his land, bleeding, terrified, and wearing the remnants of a runaway bride. . . He didn’t return me. He didn’t free me. He claimed me. Not as a business deal. Not as an alliance. But as something far more dangerous. He became my captor, my protector, my obsession, and the forbidden flame I should never have touched. Because in his world, love is not tender. It’s a weapon. And I am the sacrifice wrapped in a veil he refuses to let go.

In the month before my 20th birthday, Dad digs out the information on the oldest daughters of the four most prominent families in Jorvale and tells me to select one of them as my partner for our upcoming marriage alliance. I choose Grace Sutton without hesitation, which shocks everyone else. After all, everyone in Jorvale knows very well that Connor Foster, the sole heir of the Foster family, has always been crushing on Abigail Chandler since I was a kid. Only I know that I've gotten to marry Abigail in my previous life. But on the day after our grand wedding, Abigail told me that Louis Hayes, the low-income student Dad had been sponsoring, was the man she loved. She announced in public that she was only my wife in name, but she'd always be Louis' wife for real. But when Abigail tried to pick Louis up the next day, she found out that he had already disappeared after leaving a relationship-severance letter behind. Abigail was hell-bent on believing that I was the one who forced Louis to leave. Because of that, she treated me like her mortal enemy for the rest of her life. She went through a lover per week, and she'd always be intimate with them in front of me. All of those lovers resembled Louis one way or another. Finally, on the day Abigail officially took over Foster Group, I died in a car accident by "coincidence". Now that I've been reborn, I decide to marry another woman and avoid getting caught up in Abigail's affairs anymore. But once Abigail hears my decision, she goes absolutely berserk.

Twenty-six, brilliant, and achingly untouched, PhD student Cassie walks into the city’s most exclusive sex club because of a bet against her virginity. She chooses him blindly: a cruel Dom who drags her to the hidden chambers, spreads her trembling thighs, and takes her virginity with slow, savage thrusts while she screams. She never sees his face. She buries the memory under ambition, until her mother’s death forces her back to her home. Her brother offers her an internship with his best friend, Reginald Walker; an introverted, lethal and impossibly controlled CEO. The man whose mere presence makes her wet and reckless. Cassie pushes until Reggie snaps, chains her on the wooden crucifix, spreads her legs and fucks her till she's speaking in tongues. Despite the fact that Reggie cannot do emotions, their secret affair turns raw and desperate: His hand is always fisted in her hair, his neck filled with hickeys that his shirt cannot hide. Their love and lust is so violent it terrifies them both. Then the devil returns. Lucien is the one who broke Cassie's virginity and he recognises her one night, when Cassie moans Reggie's name at the Forbidden. He wants a taste of her again and asks Reggie to share, as sometimes they shared subs. Reggie refuses. Lucien vows to get her. When Reggie's past is dug up and dirty secrets are revealed, the trust in the relationship is broken. Cassie runs to her brother with a broken heart. Reggie drowns in whiskey and self-loathing. On his knees in the rain,he begs for her forgiveness and love. She gives it, but nothing is the same again. They start over slowly, trying to rebuild what Lucien nearly destroyed. One careful kiss, one trembling “I love you,” one fragile heartbeat at a time.

Summer morning, Wynter ran away from home to avoid his father's wrath towards her. Despite being mistreated by her grandmother and relatives, she chose to go to her grandmother's province since it was her last resort. She planned to stay there until the end of summer before her school starts. Through her stay in her grandmother's mansion, she experienced an unusual happening. A ghost named Theros appears in her room and starts to pester her. She was scared at first until she finds comfort in the ghost that made them become friends. Sa maikling panahon na pagsasama nila, nahulog si Theros kay Wynter at sa kabila ng pagkakaiba nila, naglakas loob na umamin si Theros. Kahit na may pagtingin din si Wynter kay Theros, Wyner decided to keep her feelings until her 18th birthday. Gusto niyang sa araw na 'yon sabihin kay Theros ang sagot sa pagtatapat nito. However, the supposed special day turns into a sorrowful one. Sa araw na dapat pagkikita nila ay walang sumipot na Theros. Wynter waited from dawn until dusk but he didn't come. She waited until her last day staying at her grandmother's home, but still, no one came. After a year, in an Art Museum, she saw Theros again, right in front of her eyes. Theros, on the other hand, didn't recognize her. He introduced himself as Aziz. Upang hindi pagtabuyan ni Theros, hindi na lamang niya ipinilit ang katotohanang may pinagsamahan sila noon. Sa paraang 'yon ay naging malapit muli sila. But what if Aziz was not the real Theros, but the twin brother, Ajax? Will she start again with Ajax, or continue the deal between her and Aziz?

After being reborn, I decide to write my younger brother Marcus Jensen's name on the marriage application. This time, I will fulfill Jessica Carter's wishes. In this life, I'm the one who dresses Marcus in the groom's suit and slips the engagement ring onto his finger. I personally orchestrate every encounter between them. When she takes Marcus to Lisbeth, I head south to Humridge College without hesitation. Why am I doing this? Because in my previous life, even after I turned 50, Jessica and our son were still on their knees begging me for a divorce. They wanted me to let her have one final chance at love with Marcus. In this new life, I only want to spread my wings and soar higher. I'm done with romantic entanglements.

Warning VIEWER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED. If you're not into raw, filthy BDSM, dominant alphas, submissive sluts, deep throat gagging or relentless multiple orgasms, then close this now. But if the thought of being used hard and without mercy makes your thighs clench… I dare you to keep reading. “On your knees, pet,” Master Kane growled, his leather belt already looped in his hand. I dropped instantly, mouth watering, ass raised high like the obedient little whore he’d trained me to be. The cold floor bit into my skin, but the sting only made me wetter. He stepped closer, unzipped slowly, and fed his thick, throbbing cock between my lips until I gagged—tears streaming, mascara running, just the way he liked. “Good girl,” he praised, fisting my hair and f**king my throat deeper. “You take it so well for a slut who begged me not to stop last time.” I whimpered around him, my pussy clenching emptily, already soaked and ready for whatever punishment came next. He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting us, and flipped me onto the table—wrists bound tight with his belt, legs spread wide. One brutal thrust and he was buried balls-deep in my ass, no warning, no mercy. I screamed. He laughed. And he didn’t stop until I was sobbing his name, coming hard around the invasion I craved. I’m his employee by day. His collared f**ktoy by night. If anyone at the office ever found out how I beg my boss to ruin me… I’d be fired. He’d be ruined. But when he owns every hole like this, how could I ever say no? Ready to watch her break and beg for more? Dive in… if you dare.

In a twist of fate, a contractual employee at Ainsley Enterprise, Iliana Davis, finds herself entangled in a one-year contract marriage with Asher Ainsley, the sole heir of the prestigious Ainsley lineage. The arrangement aims to thwart Asher's impending union with Zosia Thornton, granddaughter of the Ainsley Enterprise's long-standing business partners, the Thorntons. The clandestine marriage becomes public after a month, leading to the cancellation of Asher's engagement with Zosia. Unexpectedly, the Ainsley patriarch, Edward, welcomes Iliana into the family, forcing Iliana and Asher to play their part as a couple for two years or until Edward's passing. The patriarch harbors a terminal illness, and they opt to spare him the news of an imminent divorce. Upon Edward's death nearly a year later, the couple moves forward with their planned separation, only to discover an unexpected twist in Edward's will. Iliana received half of the Ainsley family assets as well as a testamentary trust. Iliana, raised in an orphanage, is the real granddaughter of the Ainsleys. The shocking revelation uncovers an accident twenty years ago that led to their current situation, reshaping her destiny in unforeseen ways.

Princess Ana Mae Villashne, the princess of Citrine is not just an ordinary mortal princess. She's the long lost daughter of the Goddess of love Aphrodite. Her destiny was long written in the book of prophecy even before she was born. She's fated to end the wrath of the evil and greedy Velion, the king of darkness. But being the child in the prophecy requires a great deal of sacrifice. After being born she wasn't able to feel the love and care from her real parents. She was sent to the mortal world for her own safety. But luckily she was adopted by the king and queen of Citrine who both treated her like their own child. Her journey towards fulfilling her mission has never been easy. When Velion finds out that she was long hidden in the mortal world, he sent his only son to kill her. But fate played a game on her and the Prince of Darkness. They have fallen inlove with each other. Two different persons, with two different missions was bonded by love. Will their love be strong enough to conquer their differences? And will love be able to reign in a world full of greed and hatred? Or it will just be turned into a myth and be gone forever?

Aria Morgan is hated by her father and despised by her pack. They choose a life of atonement for her. Atonement for her mother’s supposed betrayal of the Eclipse pack that led to the death of ten pack members. The only light in her life is her younger sister, Piper, who she will do anything to protect. Dane Holden, Alpha of the Shadow Vale pack, has spent years actively working to bring down anything associated with the Morgan family all because of a link between them and the death of his brother. As the next step of his revenge plan, he approaches Aria’s father with a contract that will tie him and Aria together in a chosen mate-bond. Betrayal and secrets run deep in both Dane and Aria’s lives. Things that they believed to be real were nothing more than lies wrapped up in honey to hide the truth from ever coming to light. Dane’s world turns upside down when he realizes that everything he had believed for the past four years has been nothing but a lie. What is worse is that he has repeatedly hurt someone who he should have protected. Will it be too late to fix things, or will he die before he can earn her forgiveness? Only time will tell...

Nine years into my "non-cohabiting partnership" with Simon, his father passed away. The first condition in his will was simple: Simon and Ella had to conceive a child. On the day the child turned one month old, Simon would inherit his father's fortune. Simon told me this himself—the night I walked in on them tangled in our bed. Afterward, as he took a slow drag from his cigarette, he murmured, "Lily, just wait a little longer. Once I get the inheritance, I'll marry you." But he went back on his word. From then on, every time Simon planned to meet Ella at our house, he would hang a string of bells on the door. Since his father's passing, those bells had chimed ninety-nine times. After the ninety-ninth, the news arrived—Ella was pregnant, and their engagement party was set. My daughter saw the invitation, hesitated, then softly asked, "Mom, is Daddy's name on this?" I forced a smile and gently smoothed her messy hair into a neat ponytail. "Daddy is marrying the one he loves," I said. "And I'm taking you home." Simon never understood—I never cared about that marriage certificate.