Ruler Parts

In a kingdom where social hierarchy is everything, a young woman named Dayang Kalangitan rises from humble beginnings to become a powerful leader. Born to a timawa mother and a raja father, Dayang faces numerous challenges and obstacles as she navigates the complexities of her own identity and the power struggles that threaten to tear the kingdom apart. With the help of her husband, Gat Lontok, and her own determination, Dayang proves herself to be a wise and just ruler, leaving a lasting legacy that will be remembered for generations to come.

Excaflowne a 19 ans et est cruellement assassinée par sa soeur Lydia. Elle découvre alors que son propre mari a une liaison avec Lydia depuis plusieurs années et qu'il n' y a toujours eu qu'elle dans son cœur. Les deux amants ont prévu de la tuer afin de récupérer ses parts laissées par sa grand-mère biologique. Renaissante, elle décidera de changer le cours de son destin et de montrer à tous qu'elle est une reine. Elle retrouvera l'homme qu'elle a toujours aimé du plus profond de son âme et construira son avenir, se vengeant de tous ceux qui l'ont fait souffrir dans sa vie...

***Arielle*** ‎He shattered my innocence. He introduced me to his world of danger and desire. He consumed every part of me. ‎ ‎But I saw the deepest parts of him—the parts he never showed to the world, and my defenses crumbled. ‎ ‎We were never meant for each other. A forbidden attraction, that's what it was. My family feared his influence would destroy me. But I didn't care. ‎ ‎And even when the lines between family, politics, and mafia clans blur, I'd still choose him over and over again. ‎ ‎He is Gabriel Flynn. ‎Also known as Luciano Russo. ‎ ‎***Gabriel*** ‎I was given a task by my grandfather—to watch Arielle, to protect her. I took on the task, which soon became a hobby. The hobby turned into an obsession, and eventually, a day can't go by without me stalking my precious innocent Arielle. ‎

He makes you touch the sky when he’s between your legs, claiming your body with a passion that dismantles your defenses. He takes root in your chest, reaches the darkest corners of your mind — and it excites you. Maybe that’s what connected you two. He saw your worst side and loved you. You saw his worst and loved him back. DON, The Pitbull — as he became known for his brutal bites inside São Paulo’s fighting rings — arrived in the city while fleeing a barbaric crime, forced to rebuild his life in the shadows. Today, he is the “King of Tartarus,” ruler of an underground fight club sponsored by powerful businessmen and corrupt politicians. On a cold São Paulo night, his path collides with that of a reckless, drunken girl who runs him over on a deserted street. From that encounter, an uncontrollable obsession is born between them. Louise lives in a world opposite to Don’s. Wealthy, the daughter of influential figures, she once had a perfect life — until she discovered it was nothing but an illusion. It’s when the criminal steps in that she finds her emergency exit. Don is the shot of adrenaline she desperately craves. He is the drug that intoxicates her. The punishment she deserves. And Louise can’t resist. The attraction between them is forbidden, and little by little it awakens the darkest instincts within the criminal. It’s as if he can see a side of Louise that no one else can — a side she fights fiercely to keep hidden. Lou knows Don carries a disturbing past. That he is dangerous and violent. But what should make her afraid and push her away is also what excites her… and fuels a ravenous desire.

Isadora didn’t want to come to Ashwyck Academy. It wasn’t the haunting towers or the iron gates that unnerved her. It wasn’t the students—dark, beautiful, terrifying things cloaked in magic and menace. It was what it meant. Coming here was a last resort. A whispered admission from her parents that something was wrong with her. That despite being born of a temptress and a mind-bending killer, despite all the bloodlines and rituals and whispered prophecies—Isadora was still painfully, tragically human. She was quiet, clever, and careful. Not powerful. Not wicked. Not like the others. Her parents called it “late blooming.” The High Table called it “defective.” But no one said it out loud. Instead, they tucked her into Ashwyck like a final gamble and hoped the academy could awaken whatever dark inheritance slumbered beneath her skin. She hadn’t wanted to come. She still doesn’t belong. But Ashwyck has its own secrets. And Isadora is about to discover that the parts of her she’s most afraid of are the ones they’ve been waiting for.

At a concert, I went wild, shouting at the top idol on stage, “Tony Townsend, spray on my face!” That night, my brother had me pinned against the ancestral altar, a ruler pressing down on the back of my neck. “Lift your head. Tell me, what did you want that idol to do to you?” Later, he shoved me down onto the mattress, his fingertips grinding against my swollen lips. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”