Rise Of The Sole Heir

Ilang taon nagtiis si Jesse sa puder sa tita at pinsan niya na todo ang pagpapahirap sa kan'ya kaya tumakas ito at nagtrabaho sa club at doon niya nakilala si ML na isang bilyonaryong lalaki na kayang tumulong sa kan'ya para sa paghihigante sa mag-ina. Tulong nga lang ba ang maibibigay ni ML o pati ang pagmamahal na minsan lang niya ipagkatiwala?

To the world, Joe Brian is America's most influential oil billionaire—a single king of a sprawling empire. To Davidson Ekon, he is the mentor who shaped him, the man he wishes to be in every way. But Joe's universe is built on a secret. And when Davidson discovers the truth—that the man he idolizes is gay—it shatters his own carefully constructed life of faith, family, and ambition. Seduced into a life of forbidden passion and the promise of an inheritance he never knew he had, Davidson must decide. He can cling to the respectable life he knows, or become the scandalous heir to a fortune—and a man—he cannot defy. Their tryst will set off a firestorm that may burn to the ground everything they have built. Amidst the rubble, Davidson must decide if being Joe's heir is worth the price of his past, and if their love can survive the scandal that has bound them.

Before my wedding, I was three months pregnant. My fiancé, Felix, told me we should hide the pregnancy to protect my "reputation". Then, the very next day, I saw him announce that he was the father of his "savior" Isabella's child. It was only then that I discovered Isabella was his first love. After I found out, Felix tearfully begged me to give him time, promising a huge wedding for us right after Isabella's baby was born. But I had already planned to leave with my baby. I just never expected that Felix's mother would be the one to ruin everything. I watched, helpless, as they treated my child like a bastard and forced me to have an abortion. I left, my heart turned to ash. Felix cut ties with his family over it, kneeling and begging me to come back. He promised me everything—wealth, status, company shares. But I no longer cared. I already had everything I truly wanted.

"When you turn twenty-four, you will carry my first born. Mark my word, Ms. Gwyneth Clair Elizabeth Louise Garcia-Abernathy." Ito ang linya ni Ace Caleb Sansmith—ang nag-iisang tagapagmana ng Sansmith Innovation which caused Gwy na maging conservative sa kaniyang fashion choices just to avoid his obsession with her. Ang buong akala niya, madi-distract ito sa nerdy attire niya ngunit mas lalo pa nitong pinakita sa kaniya na disidido pa itong tuparin ang minarkahang linya. Okay lang sana kung sinabi nito na gagawin siyang asawa, papakasalan, baka kiligin pa siya ngunit pinaparamdam lang nito sa kaniya na isa lamang siyang babaeng target nito upang aánákan. At talagang pinaramdam sa kaniya ni Ace na gagawin nito ang lahat, maging ina lamang siya ng maging anak nito, at dahil sobrang ayaw niya, gagawin rin niya ang lahat upang maiwasan ito. Sino kaya sa kanila ang magwawagi? Gaano ba katigas ang isang Gwyneth Clair Elizabeth Louise Garcia-Abernathy, upang hindi lalambot sa karisma ng isang Ace Caleb Sansmith?

Desperation forces Elena to work as a waitress in a notorious underground nightclub to cover her son's mounting medical bills. Her mundane yet precarious life takes a dangerous turn one night when several drunk patrons corner her. Before things spiral out of control, a shadowy figure intervenes — her ex-boyfriend, now a powerful and feared mafia boss, Damien Moretti. Years ago, their love was a whirlwind of passion and chaos, abruptly severed by betrayal and secrets. Now standing before her in a tailored suit with an air of cold authority, Damien isn’t the man she once knew — he’s darker, more ruthless, and unapologetically possessive. Now, he’s no longer a charming rebel but a man who bends the world to his will. His terms are chilling yet inescapable: “You belong to me. Always have. Always will. And I’ll make you remember that.” Damien offers a deal Elena can’t easily refuse — become his mistress, and he’ll wipe out all her debts. Despite her defiant spirit, Elena is torn between pride and a mother’s fierce love. Elena faces an impossible choice while hiding a secret: Draco, her five-year-old son, is Damien's child. Damien's obsession with control intensifies as he becomes increasingly possessive of Elena, keeping her under constant watch. While others label his love psychopathic, She struggles to deny the magnetic pull he still has over her. His dangerous lifestyle threatens to drag her back into a world of blood and shadows, but he’s the only one who can save her son. As their twisted relationship reignites, Damien's enemies close in, putting both Elena and Draco at risk. When Damien uncovers the truth about Draco, his possessiveness reaches a fever pitch — no one will touch what belongs to him, not even fate!

I saved the current queen with my medical expertise and ability to save patients from the clutches of death itself. To fulfil my long-time wish, the queen intended to order that I was to marry the son of a marquess, Eldwin Gennings. However, I fell on my knees and begged her to let me marry a notoriously useless rich heir instead. The queen was shocked. After all, everyone in the Royal Capital knew that I had been in love with Eldwin since we were young. I had even said several times that I would not marry anyone but him. In my past life, I had indeed married Eldwin, just as I wished, but on the night of our wedding, he left me waiting alone in our bedroom. The next day, he married my half-sister as his second wife. I was bullied and framed by my half-sister. As a result, Eldwin cut my wrist tendons and damaged my arms permanently. In the end, my wounds got infected, and I died. When I opened my eyes again, time had rewound to the day the queen ordered me and Eldwin to be married. This time, when he found out that I wanted to marry someone else, he went mad and begged me to take him in.

My fated mate, Dexter, became the Alpha King when his brother died. He inherited the crown, the power… and his brother’s widowed mate, Jenica. All because I, a half-breed, had failed for years to give him a pureblood heir. He told me he had to mark Jenica, and the pain nearly shattered me. But he held me close, kissed my tears, and swore that his wolf, his fate, had chosen only me. That I would always be his one and only Luna. I believed him. And yet, he still spent every night in her bed. Then, Jenica became pregnant. While the pack celebrated, Dexter forced me from the Luna’s suite, all so her pup could be born into the pack’s purest lunar aura. As I felt our bond unravel thread by painful thread, I sent a final, coded message to a friend in the human world. “In four days, get me out.” That night, I made a choice. My time as his mate was over.

All Dahlia longed for was to be loved by her mate, Derrick Wolfsborne. She sacrificed everything—her dreams, her Pack, her home. All to be his Luna he would dearly cherish, to be the mother of his children, and build a happy life together. But the Alpha wanted the opposite. Forced to marry Dahlia after pressure from his father, he has nothing but iciness to give Dahlia. He only had eyes for another woman, and when his chance came, “Let’s get a divorce.” The emptiness in his voice shattered Dahlia’s heart into pieces beyond repair. “Just for one more month, let me be your wife.” Dahlia begged teary-eyed. He thought it was because she still loved him, clinging to hope that she could still win his heart. He was wrong. All Dahlia wanted now was his seed. To carry his heir in secret, claim her inheritance, and disappear from his life forever. But just that one month alone shifted something in him. Five years later, the Alpha who divorced her without a thought, comes back looking for her. Except this time, Dahlia is no longer the same broken woman he threw away, and she’ll do anything to keep her secret child away from him at all costs. Whatever it takes!

The year I was at my poorest, I impersonated my sister to take care of her blind fiancé in exchange for one hundred thousand dollars. On the day he regained his sight, I left without a word. When we met again, it was during a business interview. I was a nameless intern reporter. He had returned to his rightful status as the heir of the influential Hughes family. During the interview, the host asked, "We’ve heard that during your illness, your fiancée, Miss Dawson, stayed by your side through thick and thin. The two of you are about to get married?" He lifted his hand slightly, revealing a ring, and his lips curled into a faint smile. "Yes, we’re getting engaged soon." Yet, his gaze, through the lens of his glasses, landed—intentionally or not—on me, standing in the corner.

My mother said I was a born beauty and was able to charm any man. She told me not to touch a man before my twentieth birthday. In the previous timeline, I listened to her, so when a wealthy heir was dosed with an aphrodisiac, I pushed him away when he tried to take me into his embrace. But the effects of the skincare routine I did transferred to my mother after my twentieth birthday. I used face masks, but my face became wrinkled and spotted. Meanwhile, my mother glowed with smooth and youthful skin. I danced, but I only became fatter while my mother became slim. Seeing how I looked like a fifty-year-old woman, my father called me a useless piece of trash and wanted to marry me off to a bald man as his second wife. I cried and begged my mother for help. But she said this was for my own good, her twenty-something face a mask of hypocrisy. I was forced to run away from home, but doing so only sped up my aging. Three days later, I died on the streets right by a trash heap. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in time to the night I met that rich heir. This time, I did not push him away but straddled him in bed.