Ruler Of Darkness

When Samantha Layne's world gets turned upside down and her marriage falls apart, there is only one place she can go. The family home in Wyoming. Alone and heartbroken, Samantha tries to start over in a new state, but when the hot new neighbor decides to start sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, Samantha receives the shock of a lifetime. As the secrets begin to unfold all around her, will Samantha be able to move past them and love again?

On her wedding day, Kayla doesn’t walk into love… she walks into punishment. Forced to marry Dante Cruz—the man who believes she destroyed his past—she becomes a wife hated before she is even known. Dante doesn’t want a bride. He wants revenge. Cold stares, cruel whispers, and a marriage built on bitterness turn their home into a battlefield. But when buried secrets about the night that changed everything begin to surface, hate starts to crack… and something far more dangerous begins to grow. Because in a house built on revenge, even the smallest spark can turn into obsession. And Kayla is no longer just his enemy… She is the one he can’t let go of.

Jey Azenaiah is an average girl. She knows that being a beautiful girl is far from the description of her face. Pero pagdating naman sa patalinuhan ay nangunguna siya. She is brave and she never let someone drag her down. She always do what is right and do what she wants. Ngunit sa panibagong eskwelahan na papasukan niya malaking pagbabago sa buhay ang makakaharap niya. One glance at Darius Flint Hicayo, she knows that her heart is crazily like someone. Mabilis siyang nahulog at nadala sa tibok ng kanyang puso. But in life, there are circumstances that even yourself can't control and for Jey Azenaiah it was Jax Atticus Grayse. In the play of flames three hearts will be the player but only one will be the winner. Would destiny help Azen to determine her own flames? Or would she rather let herself find what her heart admires?

The New Year was just around the corner. While I was doing a thorough cleaning, I stumbled upon something beneath the couch. It was a damp, used condom, and it still had a faint lipstick stain on the edge. One thing I was sure of was that I didn't use this brand, but the lipstick color? It matched perfectly with my girlfriend Lindsey Stirling's.

When I was seven, my father brought home a beautiful lady who gave me a mango. That day, my mother watched me happily eating the mango while she signed her name on the divorce papers. After that, she jumped off the roof of our building. From then on, mangoes became the nightmare of my life. So on my wedding day, I told my husband, Alan Holt, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." Alan pulled me into his arms, quiet. From then on, mangoes became off-limits for him, too. On Christmas Eve of our fifth year of marriage, Alan's childhood sweetheart, Larissa Fennimore, left a mango on his desk at the office. The very same day, Alan announced he was cutting ties with Larissa and fired her from the company. That day, I truly believed he was the man I was meant to be with. Half a year later, I flew back from overseas, having just closed a partnership deal worth about 200 million dollars. At the celebration dinner, Alan handed me a drink. After I had finished half the glass, his so-called childhood sweetheart, the woman who had been kicked out of the company, stood behind me with a big grin and asked, "Does the mango juice taste good?" I stared at Alan in disbelief, and he was trying hard not to laugh. "Don't be mad. Larissa insisted I played a little joke on you. I didn't actually give you a mango; I just gave you a bottle of mango juice. But I think she's right. The fact that you don't eat mangoes is a real problem. You were really enjoying that juice just now." My face went cold. I lifted my hand and threw the rest of the mango juice in his face, then turned around and walked away. Some things are never a joke. I wouldn't kid around with mangoes or divorce.

Innocent and naive. That's how Paula was always described. Just an innocent woman who believed in prince charming, but her husband made her see her cruel reality when he cheated on her with her stepsister. But then, the car accident came along and shattered her whole life. Her face was completely disfigured when that doctor found her. Begging on her knees to change her face, he agreed. It is said that nothing comes for free, and this was no exception. Montenegro, the most successful doctor in town whose life had been stolen by the same person who destroyed Paula, had another plan to make him pay for his mistakes. "You stole my life, I'll steal your woman. Finally, I've decided to play your game."

A marriage that occurs to obtain the inheritance rights of the largest mining company. Amanda and Felix don't love each other, Felix who is rude and always yells at Amanda, he really hates Amanda and intends to make his life miserable and get his revenge. Amanda, who strongly believes in destiny, the magic of love and is devoted to her husband, continues to be patient with Felix's attitude. Felix disappeared, who knows where he went, Amanda, who began to love him, was anxious and worried about her husband's disappearance, until the next year arrived, she gave birth to a son who became the heir to the company. Felix who has returned to Amanda tries to love his wife after meeting someone in Andalusia. Various trials came at their marriage. Amanda faltered again, he considered Amanda just a parasite for his life. But Amanda is always patient to face a 'lion' like Felix. Can they keep their marriage?

Their relationship suffered a lot of circumstances. Things happened and suddenly, she broke up with him. Decades had passed by and again, their paths collided once more. Oversee the love that had broke but now will be leisurely in prosperous, the seek of solace.

For Elize, there's nothing more important than her family. Even it means accepting the unfair treatment of upperclassmen living inside the White Palace - a place like paradise because of overwhelming wealth and luxury unlike her home, the Black Market which is for lower-class and middle-class people like her. That's why getting a chance to work in White Palace is already a blessing to live a good life. But Elize knew that working under an upperclass would mean tragedy as it would mean that you will serve a family class full of arrogant elites, boasting all the money and superiority they have. But a real problem came when her brother was seen with the family crest of an elite class. To save him from a heavy punishment because of his crime, Elize decided that the fate of her brother would be hers, taking all the accusations and blame by herself. She was sentenced to serve directly as a servant under the ruling family in the White Castle for her whole life and without any compensation. Meeting the supreme family, House of Aelton, and working under them is something that Elize would never think of as a blessing. But now this is her new life. Serving the ruling family and the sole heir and prince of the kingdom, Prince Dale Aelton of Lionnale.

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