Smoke Cat

WARNING RATED SPG... Si Geraldine ay isang sikat at magaling na undercover agent na walang misyong hindi natatapos. Ngunit ang simpleng pagpapakasal niya bilang substitute bride sa isang lalaking iniwan sa altar ay nagdala sa kanya sa isang masalimuot na kwento ng pag-ibig, tungkulin, at nakatagong lihim. Ang lalaking iyon, si Michael Muller, ay hindi lamang isang negosyante kundi ang emperador ng pinakamakapangyarihang mafia sa mundo—ang mortal na kaaway ng gobyerno kung saan siya nagtatrabaho. Habang sinusubukan ni Geraldine na isagawa ang kanyang misyon laban kay Mike, unti-unti niyang natutuklasan ang kanilang malalim na koneksyon mula sa nakaraan at ang damdaming hindi niya mapigilan kahit pilit niyang nilalabanan. Ngunit sa mundo ng pagkakanulo at panganib, kailangang pumili ni Geraldine: ang sundin ang kanyang tungkulin bilang isang agent, o ang panindigan ang pagmamahal niya sa lalaking kinamumuhian ng organisasyong kanyang pinagsisilbihan. Mapapanindigan ba nila ang pag-ibig sa kabila ng dugo at kasinungalingan? O magwawakas ang lahat sa digmaan ng katapatan at kapalaran?

WARNING: RATED SPG Geraldine is a top-tier undercover agent, feared and respected for never failing a mission. But her latest assignment takes an unexpected turn when she is forced to marry a stranger, standing in as a substitute bride for a man abandoned at the altar. That man is Michael Muller, an enigmatic tycoon who is, in truth, the ruthless emperor of the world’s most powerful mafia. The very enemy Geraldine has sworn to bring down. What begins as a mission rooted in deception soon entangles her heart. As Geraldine digs deeper into Michael’s world, she uncovers fragments of a shared past and feelings she thought she could resist but can’t. Torn between her duty and her growing love, she faces an impossible choice: betray the man she was sent to destroy or betray the organization she has dedicated her life to. In a world built on lies, blood, and loyalty, can their love survive, or will it ignite a war where only one can be left standing?

I used to be the apple of my family's eye, but Suzanne Nilson changed that when she showed up on my birthday with a DNA test result. The Nilson family cruelly kicks me to the curb and throws me back to my biological parents, leading to me being sold off to the village idiot. Xavier Gubbens, with whom I've grown up, kicks the door down and saves me. Later, he etches a word on my face. "Do you think you're done repenting for your sins with this, Suzanne Nilson?" Later still, his eyes are red as he pleads, "Can't we go back to how things used to be?" How things used to be? There's no such thing. Everyone has to look to the future.

" EVEN IF YOU ARE MARRIED TO ANOTHER MAN. EVEN IF YOU GAVE BIRTH TO ANOTHER MAN'S CHILD. I DON'T CARE. EVEN ANYTHING COMES IN BETWEEN OUR LIFE AND DISTURBS US. I DON'T CARE. I WILL JUST DESTROY IT WHOEVER MAY BE IT. THOSE WHO DESTROY OUR HAPPINESS WILL MEET THE HELL. YOU ARE MEANT TO BE MINE, BABY GIRL. AND I MEANT TO BE YOURS." he roars as he looks at his baby girl whose hands were handcuffed. " L-leave me. I j-just don't know who are you." the woman sobs. "DON'T KNOW WHO AM I. YOU FORGOT OUR TWO YEARS OF LOVE. YOU MADE ME SEARCH FOR YOU FOR FOUR YEARS LIKE A PSYCHO. YOU STILL DON'T KNOW WHO AM I " he roars as he pushes everything to the ground. He stops and looks at his baby girl who got scared by his action. He relaxes and bends down and caresses her. " HEREAFTER WE CAN LIVE OUR LIFE TOGETHER. I KILLED EVERYONE WHO PLANNED TO DESTROY OUR HAPPINESS. IT'S JUST YOU AND ME" He speaks as softly as he can. But she avoids him and his touch. Before he loses his temper. He heads out of the room.

My name is Isabella Wright. In my fifth year of marriage to the Don of a powerful mafia family, I find out that the protection charm he gave me causes me headaches whenever I bring it with me. I take out the sachet I find in the charm and bring it to Cursley Hospital. The doctor inspects the sachet and tells me that it contains a type of slow-acting poison that doesn't just cause harm to the victim's body but also renders them infertile after a while. I cry and exclaim, "But that's impossible! My husband gave this to me! His name is Vincenzo Cursley. He's also the person who owns this hospital!" The doctor looks at me in confusion. "Miss, I think you need to visit the psychiatrist. I know Mr. Cursley and his wife. They're very close and intimate with each other. Also, Mrs. Cursley just gave birth to a baby boy not too long ago. They're both now in the VIP ward, looking at their baby." Then, the doctor shows me a photo on his phone. Vincenzo was wearing his usual black suit with the Cursley family emblem embroidered on it. He was holding a baby in his arms, and as for the woman standing next to him… I know her. Her name is Claudia Henderson. And Vincenzo has always referred to her as his adoptive sister.

The day I went into labor with the twins, I bribed the family doctor to shoot me up with every heavy-duty suppressant he could get his hands on. Anything to stall the birth. Why? Because in my last life, Vincent—my husband, the Don—claimed to have a low sperm count. To guarantee an heir, he lined up ten mistresses and told the whole house: whoever popped out a son first, her kid would be the next Corleone Don. He promised if I delivered first, he'd ditch the others. Said our baby would inherit the throne. I bought every word. When I found out I was carrying twins, I couldn't stop shaking—I thought I'd won. But after I gave birth, he tossed me and the babies into the freezing wine cellar and locked the place down. "Lucy came from nothing. I just wanted to give her kid a name. You started rumors, pushed her into despair, and now she's dead—her and the baby. You're vile. Not fit to be the Don's wife. Think about what you've done. I'll open the door in three days." Then he had the butler seal it shut. What he didn't know? That night, the cellar caught fire. Me and my babies? Burned alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back—right before labor. This time, I'm not staying. Soon as I deliver and get back on my feet, I'm taking my kids and disappearing for good.

My wedding to Don Lorenzo Corsica was always 'almost.' Five years engaged. Thirty-two weddings. Every single one crashed and burned. Then came number thirty-three. Halfway through, the chapel wall caved in. I landed in the ICU. Skull fracture. Major concussion. A dozen critical alerts. Two months stuck between life and death. Then I clawed my way back. On discharge day, I caught him talking to his right-hand guy. "Don, if you're really into that scholarship girl, just dump Ms. Mortoro," the guy said. "Corsicas can kill gossip. No need for staged accidents... She nearly died." Lorenzo went quiet. Then finally, "I owed her parents. They died for me. Marrying her was the only way to repay that. But I love Sofia. She's the one I want." I looked down at my stitched-up body and cried without a sound. So it wasn't fate that wrecked me. It was him. If he couldn't choose, I'd do it for him.

Rubie Jane Estrada is a simple but very beautiful woman. Before his father died he revealed the truth about Rubie's mother. Rubie decided to go to the city and find her mother, while Rubie was traveling she met Kester Tacuel who helped her. At Rubie's workplace she met Daryl Hermosa who became friends and eventually fell in love with each other. Rubie met his grandfather and his mother, his grandfather welcomed him and let him live in his mansion. Rubie's grandfather discovered the relationship between Rubie and Daryl, so he forced Rubie to divorce Daryl and marry the granddaughter of his friend Kester Tacuel. Rubie's Grandfather succeeds in getting Kester and Rubie married. Who will Rubie stay with? What if he learns a big secret that will change his life. Will Rubie love her husband?

I'm the Whitefang Pack Alpha's daughter. Thanks to Samzor—Alpha of Nightfang and my so-called betrothed—I got shoved into a mate bond with a limp rogue. He sold out three generations of Nightfang war honors just to make it happen. Dad lost it. He went straight to Nightfang territory, demanding answers. Samzor? He laughed. "Alpha Connor, come on. Nyara's your heir. You'd never let her actually mate a cripple. "I've loved her for seven years. I'd never mistreat her. I just need her to compromise—let Catherine stay with me. "Don't stress. Catherine's obedient. Polite. She'll make a good servant for Nyara." Catherine. A fox-wolf halfblood he dragged in from a border patrol. Scared I'd kick her out the second our bond was sealed, he cooked up this garbage plan to trap me. Only problem? The Alpha King's decree doesn't do take-backs. Mom handled the dowry. I'd go through with the ceremony. Bond to that rogue. After that? Samzor was dead to me.

The Northern Pack had one unbreakable rule: the Alpha heir could never bond with a human girl. Despite that, Alpha Kieran Wolfe still formed a mate bond with me. To be with me, he openly defied the Elders' Council. He endured 99 lashes and was forced to kneel at the altar for three days and nights. Even as blood soaked through his shirt, he smiled at me and said, "Elise, don't be afraid. I only want you." Eventually, the Elders' Council finally relented and agreed to let Kieran leave with me. However, there was one condition: he had to leave a pure-blood heir behind for the Pack. From that moment on, the phrase I heard most from Kieran was "wait". The first time, Kieran asked me to wait while he got another she-wolf to carry his pup. He slept with Cecelia Donati 33 times until she was carrying his pup. The second time, he told me to wait again because the first pup was a female, and the Elders wanted a male. So, Kieran slept with Cecelia 99 more times until she was carrying his pup again. Just when I thought our ordeal was finally over, their daughter, Tyra Wolfe, accidentally ate wolfsbane at her Meet the Pup Party. Everyone was convinced I had poisoned her. When they threw me into the freezing cold storage room, Kieran stood at the doorway with bloodshot eyes. "I told you to wait..." His gaze was ice-cold and cutting. "You know what wolfsbane means to our kind. Why would you hurt my pup?" The words "my pup" hit me like a knife to the heart. My fingernails dug deep into my palms as the pain tore through me. When the storage room door opened again, I loosened my bloodied hands. This time, I was not going to wait anymore.