Reversal Of Fortune Cast

Prem is a Tourism Management student in Ateneo de Iligan who faces problems in her family but not until she found herself sick which also leads in meeting Isia an Architecture student.

‘I, Aurora, take you..um…um..What's.. your name, please?” Aurora asked with a trembling voice. Her words struck in her throat as she forgot her soon-to-be Husband's name. She met Rylan's cold, calculated gaze.  Aurora knew she had to think fast and escape this nightmare in disguise of a marriage.   “He is Rylan Blackwood, your husband.” His assistant whispers to her while Rylan keeps silent, without taking his eyes off her.  ……………….. “Witness to a Murder and turned out to be the Bride of the Killer. Aurora is the adopted daughter of the Grey family who knows nothing about her past or even present. Her forced marriage turns deadly as she recalls the face of the murderer, who turned out to be her supposed Husband. Aurora concocts a desperate plan, to escape the marriage not knowing she was betrothed to him at birth. She falls into a deceitful marriage filled with calculations and lies. Rylan Blackwood- her now husband,  the mute grandson and heir to the Blackwood family.  He is known to be weak and a deaf and dumb. A man who can't win his mother and is controlled by her fingertips. Can Aurora find her past self? What if this Marriage of Deceit holds the real key to unlock her forgotten past?

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.

Hey guys! This is Ellie. I have a question for you. What is Love? Can anyone explain? If yes, then what is the difference between Love and Unconditional Love? Confusing right? Then allow me to take you to my life journey, that could give you perfect answers. * A soul in the universe, asked God to incarnate it as a human being in order to experience human emotions and enjoy the beauty of the earth. God agrees and turns that soul into twin flames by splitting it into two halves. They are Alexander and Ellie. They share the same soul, but have different bodies. Belle and Ellie become best friends in college. One day, Belle invites Ellie to her home for Christmas holidays for which she agrees. It's then Ellie meets her twin flame Alexander. At the first sight itself, they feel some strange bond but they ignore it. When Ellie gets a call from her home, with heavy heart, she leaves for her hometown which is in the countryside. Crazy feelings starts blooming between the couple leaving them perplexed, curious and attract like a moth to a flame. * Now it's high time to meet two people from two different backgrounds, with slightly similar personality, and different ideologies. Get ready to get caught by the flames of a story that could melt hearts.

To protect his biological child, the mafia Don deliberately announces to the world that my fiance is his long-lost son. A Rolls-Royce pulls up outside my house. My fiance stares at his custom-tailored suit, his entire body trembling with excitement. I'm about to tell him it's all a lie when he shoves me aside and brushes off his sleeves with disgust, like he's touching something filthy. "Stay away from me. I can smell the poverty on you from here!" "Since I'm the Don's son, our engagement is over. An unwanted nobody like you isn't even fit to lick my boots." I try to explain, but he pulls out a check and slams it against my face—the sharp paper edge slices across my cheek. "Here's a million dollars. Consider it a breakup fee, and don't bother me again. We're not from the same world anymore." Watching the check flutter down into the mud, I quietly dim my phone screen. On it is a text from my father, the mafia Don. "Mia cara figlia, bear with it a little longer. Papa will bring you home soon to take over the family." Since he wants to burn every bridge between us, fine. He can have all this fortune on a silver platter. Whether he'll live long enough to enjoy it is another question entirely.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have no sense of taste? Everything just tastes so bland. You do not know what is sweet, sour, salty, or bitter. You won't enjoy eating food. Aisha Fortunatus knows that the life she always wanted will not always remain in dreamland. She only wants to live life and taste the experience to the utmost. Pero paano nga ba niya matitikman ang buhay kung isinilang siya sa mundo na walang panlasa? No one knows her secret aside from her family and close friends, and they want it to remain secret even in the afterlife. Yet, even if she doesn't have the sense of taste at all. With her hard work and perseverance, she is known as famous Chef Aisha. The most in-demand chef and people admired her excellent cooking skills. She believes that as long as she is still living. In no time, she will taste the love on her lips.

Camiela, the Rodriguez Princess, feared the dark, living a life in the spotlight while turning a blind eye to the twisted world of the wicked. Stefano, a morally gray criminal lawyer, ruled the dark, charming yet deadly. Despite knowing the dangers, Camiela found herself entangled with Stefano, a puzzle she couldn't solve. Fate had other plans, leading to an unexpected marriage. Stefano, entrenched in the dark world of corruption, danger, and betrayal, encountered Camiela, the chaos that disrupted his life. Despite the danger, he couldn't erase her after a single night. Camiela became the fire he feared, yet when she became the key to unraveling his life's secrets, Stefano, against expectations, found himself married to the bright and passionate woman.

Anastasia Miracle, famously known as Stacy Miracle, is a very popular actress. She can buy anything with the money that she earned through hard work. She believes she already has everything she wants; She does not believe in love because of the trauma she received from her father. She believes love is just a feeling that is temporary. She thinks she can find love in other things besides men. However, everything changed when he met Antoine Laurent Williams. Antoine is a billionaire who owns a luxurious perfumery business. Unconsciously, Stacy falls in love with the arrogant businessman but she is oblivious about it. While on the process of recognizing love with Antoine, Clark Paterson, a co-actor and a friend confessed his love towards Anastasia. For someone who don't believe in love, everything just seems to be so confusing to her. Will Anastasia be open with the idea of love? If she does, who will she choose? Antoine who showed her the true meaning of love? Or Clark who was just waiting and secretly loved her for so long?

A cruel young man who witnessed the death of his parents at a tender age, Edem Demirai, harbored a simmering rage within him. And then there was Lavigne Kotobe, a girl condemned by the chains of addiction at the tender age of eighteen. When their paths collided, their meeting was nothing short of a collision of tempests, their anger a force of nature. In the midst of their tumultuous encounter, Edem's words cut through the air like a blade against porcelain skin. "I want you, Lavigne," he whispered, his voice laden with both desire and darkness. "First with kindness, then with the gentlest touch. I want to both hurt you and shield you from pain. I want your voice to echo and then fall silent. I want you to revel in pleasure and struggle to understand it. I want to kiss you until your breath escapes you, only to inhale it back again in a desperate gasp. I need you, and I want you to steal the very breath from my lungs." Their collision was inevitable, their connection fraught with danger and desire. As they embarked on their tumultuous journey, they would soon realize that their meeting was just the beginning of a fiery dance between two souls destined to either consume each other or ignite a blaze of passion that would defy the darkness closing in around them.

The night my father collapsed, I learned some men negotiate with money… but Noah Thorne negotiates with lives. I never planned to marry a billionaire CEO, especially not the man my father owed $50,000 to. But when the hospital demanded an $80,000 deposit before surgery, life made the choice for me. While my mother sobbed in a cold hallway, Noah’s bodyguard arrived with an offer, an arranged marriage, a contract marriage that would clear the debt and cover every medical bill. When I confronted Noah, he presented the terms without cruelty: one year, no intimacy, public appearances only, and freedom after. He believed he was offering mercy but I felt like beautifully packaged captivity. Desperation crushed pride, and I signed. Our “marriage” was a seven-minute formality, no vows, no meaning. Moving into his penthouse was like stepping into a museum built to contain silence. Publicly, we were the perfect romance. Privately, we were strangers navigating a fragile arrangement thick with unspoken tension. Complications followed us: Noah’s elegant, smug ex who treated me like a placeholder, and my own ex-boyfriend, whose sudden reappearance triggered jealousy in Noah he couldn’t hide. Arguments, silences, and late-night moments softened something between us. Slowly, painfully, the man behind the empire emerged, the lonely boy shaped by loss, abandonment, and guarded walls. We began to care. We tried to deny it. Feelings weren’t in the contract but feelings don’t read contracts. Near the end of the year, Noah pulled away. I thought he wanted freedom. He signed the release papers with steady hands and a breaking heart. I was almost gone when he whispered the truth: “Please don’t go.” We tore up the contract. A year later, we married again, this time for love, not survival. This time, I chose him