Smug Smirk

(SSPG WARNING, Read at your own risk!) What if one day you discovered that your father sold you to a handsome billionaire who doesn't know how to love? That all he needs from you is your body? Piere Monecidad frowned as he stared at the woman, Lumi Torinio, who was sold by her own father to pay off his debts and gambling addiction for twenty million. "Don't lecture me about love, Lumi," Piere said firmly, gazing dispassionately at the innocent face of Lumi. "It's written in the contract that I'm only interested in your body, and that's all you're here for. Don’t you dare cross the line by trying to teach me how to love someone." Piere grasped Lumi's small face, his green eyes uninterestedly staring into her anxious gaze. "Don't try to teach me to love you. Because what you want will never happen, do you understand me?" He tightened his grip on Lumi's jaw before bending down and kissing her lips, leaving Lumi stunned. "Answer me," Piere demanded firmly. "P-Piere—" "Give me the answer I want, Lumi. Stop calling my name," he commanded with authority. "I-I understand, Piere," Lumi answered nervously, causing Piere to smirk and plant light kisses on her lips.

“S..top! I don’t want anything to do with you.” She stuttered out in a fluster once he backed her into the wall. “Oh! Is that so, little Nymph!” The nickname sent shivers down her spine as it brought back emotions she so desperately wanted to forget. She bit her lips to regain her clarity and then sent a kick towards his crotch. He had expected it though so he caught her leg with a smirk and then his hand began to climb up her thighs. She gasped clearly not expecting that. “ You might not want anything to do with me but your body does. And it is so truthful in showing it.” He sniffed at the air “ I can smell how wet you are for me.” Almyra found herself married to Xavier after a one night stand gone wrong. She decided to give her all into the marriage as she grew to love him but it clearly wasn’t enough as he was never present physically nor emotionally. She finally got fed up so she gave him what she thought he wanted. Divorce papers. So, can someone explain to her why her supposed to be emotionally detached husband is suddenly clinging onto her and not letting go. He is suddenly a romantic and a tease that makes her heart beat erratically. Mr Farrell, please stop! We are divorced.

My girlfriend is the true heiress of a wealthy family, yet she suffers from severe paranoia. She's convinced that everyone is out to exploit her. She never believed in my love. In her eyes, I stayed with her only for status and money. To prove my sincerity, during our seven years together, I never spent a single cent of hers. I handed over every paycheck I earned. As for myself, I couldn't even afford a few dollars for a taxi. Every day, I walked five kilometers to work. Then one day, my mother was in a sudden car accident. The doctor called and told me to come see her for the last time. The hospital was thirty kilometers away. There was no way I could make it on foot in time. Left with no choice, I asked my girlfriend to transfer me thirty dollars for a taxi. She flew into a rage. "Simon, thirty dollars is your entire monthly living expense. How dare you ask me for that much all at once? I almost believed your feelings were genuine. But now I see—you're no different from those gold-diggers!" In the end, I never made it to see my mother one last time. When I returned home in a daze, I found my girlfriend throwing a birthday party for her childhood sweetheart. He was wearing the latest luxury watch, his face full of smug pride. "This is the one you bought at an overseas auction, right? Worth thirty million," he said. "You wouldn't even give Simon thirty dollars for a taxi. You're really generous with me." My girlfriend smiled indulgently. "It's only thirty million. It's not like I can't afford it. "Besides, how could Simon ever compare to you? Today, he dares to ask me for thirty. Tomorrow, he'll dare to ask me for thirty thousand. "I've always known it. He's been with me just to take my money." I stood there, frozen, my heart sinking into the abyss. 'It's fine. I don't want her money anymore. And I don't want her, either.'

In my previous life, my father gathered my sister Sarah and me and ordered us to choose a mate from the Alphas of the three great wolf packs: Black Fang, Red Claw, and Silverwind. Both of us set our sights on the same man—the most powerful Alpha among them all, Red Claw’s Alpha, Rhett. However, my father had always favored Sarah. Without giving me a choice, he forced me into a political marriage with Blake, the slightly weaker Alpha of the Black Fang pack. Meanwhile, Sarah got exactly what she wanted and married Rhett. At the time, no one expected what would happen next. After I became pregnant, Blake suddenly awakened the hidden power within his bloodline—the legendary strength of the Black Wolf. Overnight, he rose to become the most powerful Alpha of all. From that moment on, he treated me with endless tenderness, indulged my every wish, and never once raised his voice to me. Meanwhile, Sarah’s life with Rhett turned into a nightmare. Day after day, she endured his fists and cruelty. Her body was constantly covered in bruises and wounds. The jealousy consumed her until she finally lost control. One day, she forced poisonous wolfsbane down my throat. I died in unbearable agony, both the child in my womb and I. In my final moments, as my life faded away, I saw someone rushing toward me. It was Seville, the silent Alpha of the Silverwind pack, the man who had barely spoken a word the entire time. Yet, he was the one holding my lifeless body, crying uncontrollably. … When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day we were meant to choose our mates. This time, Sarah moved first. She deliberately seduced Blake before I could even approach him. Only then did I realize that she, too, had been reborn. She looked at me with open provocation, her lips curling into a smug smile. “You’re… too late.” I smiled brightly in return. Then, I chose the least favored Alpha of them all, Seville. She could go ahead. Blake was all hers. All the torment Blake inflicted on me in my previous life, she can have it this time.

Two years into her marriage, nakaupo si Ysabel Gomez sa Quezon City Civil Registry, hawak ang marriage certificate nila ni Rafael Jimenez. Pero sa isang iglap, naglaho ang lahat nang matuklasan niyang peke pala ang kasal nila. Every I love you’s… Every promise of forever… it was nothing but lies she had foolishly believed. Dahil natuklasan niyang si Rafael Jimenez, ang lalaking minahal niya ng anim na taon, ay kasal na pala sa isang propesor na mas matanda sa kanya. She felt her world crumbling into pieces. “I’m unmarried. Childless. And I’ll inherit everything,” mariin niyang wika sa abogado nang kaniyang ama. Sa unang pagkakataon, pinili niyang pakinggan ang sarili. Tahimik siyang naglaho sa mata ng lahat. Hindi para magtago, kundi para bumangon. At nang muling makita siya ng mundo, hindi na siya ang babaeng minsang niloko at iniwan. Siya na ngayon ang babaeng tinitingala ng lahat. Confident, elegant, at nakatayo sa tabi ng isang makapangyarihang lalaki na hindi siya tinrato bilang pag-aari, kundi bilang kapantay. Habang pinapanood naman siya ni Rafael, doon napagtanto ng lalaki kung ano ang sinayang niya. And as Ysabel smiled before the flashing cameras, surrounded by a world that once pitied her, a smirk plastered on her face. Her story wasn’t over yet. This was only the beginning.

“Name your price,” he said, that arrogant smirk still intact. “Do you want your job back?” I didn’t hesitate. “Make me a director. Only then will I pretend to be your loving girlfriend.” I thought he’d laugh. I didn’t expect him to say yes. “Deal,” he replied, his gaze locking on mine. “Just remember, Amaris Kennerly once you sign that contract, you belong to me.” ***** I’ve always wondered if I was cursed from birth because the kind of bad luck that haunts me feels almost supernatural. People call me a computer genius, but my real talent is something no one sees. They say I’m beautiful, yet I bury that behind oversized clothes and a mountain of insecurities. After dumping my cheating boyfriend, the only steady thing left in my life was my soul-sucking job until I lost that too. And the man responsible? Theron Lockhart.——My high school bully didn’t just return, he returned as the new CEO of my company. And his first executive move? Firing me and my entire department, like history repeating itself in the cruelest way. He didn’t recognize me, which should’ve felt like relief. But fate clearly wasn’t done toying with me. One moment, he was rescuing me from a run-in with my ex. The next, a rumor had spread: I was his girlfriend. And then the tables turned because Theron needed to avoid a scandal, and I was his best option.

Twin Alpha males are mated with the same woman. They are both powerful alphas and leaders of their pack. One Alpha was strong enough for the pack, but with two Alphas? The pack is deemed untouchable. Anisha has no knowledge of the supernatural world and she is caught in the middle of two possessive twin brothers, each vying for her affection. Confused, she lets them. And the more she explores the world unknown to her, the more she feels in love with its beauty, but most especially the beauty of the twins who are as sexy as their sweet asses can be. Who would have thought that wolves are sexy and lustful beings? As the story unfolds, she is introduced to a world of werewolves. A world where fear, the mystery of her life, secrets, desire, and lust, are daily occurrences. She begins to uncover the dark secrets of their pack, including her life's secret and a long-standing feud with a neighboring clan, and a looming threat from a dangerous enemy. *** "No, mate. You're not getting away with it so easily. You knew it was dangerous. Am I right, brother?" Kallum asked Kazimir with a smirk on his face. I glanced at Kazimir, his eyes grew increasingly intense, and his lips tightened into a thin line. "I didn't think it was dangerous because I trained with Riahbel," I interjected, attempting to sound innocent. However, guilt weighed heavily on my conscience. Kazimir stepped closer to the bed, "We both know that it was not true." slowly unbuckling his belt, his voice dropped into a sexy octave. My thighs tightened and my heart began to heave in anticipation. I swallowed thickly. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. REMEMBER. THIS IS VERY VERY STEAMY.

After graduation, I struggle to find a job, while my girlfriend easily lands a position at a major company. She has been with me for two years, and to cheer me up, she even lets me hold onto her payroll card. Once I finally start working, she worries about my long commute and immediately buys me a car. Everyone around us envies me for having such a thoughtful girlfriend. To save up for a house, I secretly deposit my salary into her account. A year later, we decide to get married. Excited, she grabs my hand and says, "I know you don't have much saved. I don't need any wedding gift. All I want is your love." I am deeply touched by her consideration. But on our engagement day, she pulls out photos of me with a dozen women and accuses me of cheating. I look closely and realize I have never even met any of them. Then she shows me my card's transaction history, filled with charges at the notorious Solara Club. "You had my payroll card, and you used my money to indulge yourself!" she cries. "I'm not marrying you. Return my car and all the money you spent over the years. It adds up to 800 thousand dollars." I calmly place the payroll card she gave me on the table and say with a smirk, "Fine, let's settle this properly." When I present the detailed account prepared by my top lawyer, she is stunned.

A woman of your caliber doesn’t deserve to be cheated on,” Amelia Connels thought Jake was her forever. She loved him, trusted him, and even helped him rise to success. But on the night of his surprise birthday party, a night she planned to celebrate their love; he didn’t show up. Instead, Amelia met Logan Wills, a captivating billionaire with a devilish smirk and a devastating revelation. "Does he look familiar?" Logan asked, as he held his phone up. The image of Jake, tangled in bed with another woman, shattered Amelia’s world. Heartbroken and furious, she didn’t know what hurt more: Jake’s betrayal or the truth that she’d given everything to someone who didn’t value her. Logan, however, offered her a proposal—a fake relationship. "A relationship with me for three months," Logan proposed, his gaze steady. "Make him regret ever cheating on you." What Amelia didn’t know was that Logan’s motives runs deeper than revenge for her heartbreak. But as their staged romance heats up, so do real feelings, and secrets neither of them expected threaten to ruin everything. "You used me, didn’t you?" Amelia whispered, tears streaming down her face. "And you helped him to ruin me!!," Logan shot back, his voice cracking. In a battle of love, betrayal, and redemption, Amelia and Logan must decide if they can overcome their pasts or if their connection is just another casualty of revenge.

In the crowd of people, his eyes were fixed on her. From the twitch of her lips to the blink of her lashes she was the only thing his eyes wanted to see, his hands to touch and his stupid heart, who he believed never existed want to beat for. He was not only following her every move but was making sure no other eyes look at her the way he was looking at her because he knew the beauty in red is going to be the desire looming in every men's eyes at the party. He was claiming his possession just by fixing his look on her because he knew very well, that every living being in this hall knows when he fixes his eyes on something it's his and everyone knows better than challenging him. Because a battle with the devil is a battle you lost even before you step into the battlefield. It was becoming too much for him to maintain the distance, he wanted to walk her side, put his hands around her waist, bring her closer to the warmth of his chest, he wants to kiss the hell out of her in front of everyone, the scenario made the blood rush to his southern region, every passing second was like a torture to him, which he was enduring for the time being. He knew she is not meant to be his, but hell he will take her by hook or crook doesn't matter if he is bringing her to the hell he rules. Is she your queen? the sane part of his mind asked. The question made the devil smirk at the thought of what she is to him, a knowledge he confined to himself.