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One night. One mistake. Now I’m working for the man who can never know it was me. I never saw his face. He never asked for my name. But for one stolen night, I was his obsession. Until morning came—and I vanished like a secret. Now I’m Emery Scott, just another assistant at Valenrose Beauty Group… And he’s Jason Hale—my new CEO. Cold. Powerful. And still haunted by the mystery woman who touched him like no one else ever has. He doesn’t recognize me. But he remembers the curve of a birthmark. The scent of my skin. And he’s hunting for her… for me. I thought I could hide in plain sight. Until he starts looking at me like I belong to him. Until I realize I’m not the only one keeping secrets. Because Jason Hale doesn’t just want the woman from that night— He wants everything. And the deeper he falls… The more dangerous it becomes to stay.

Ang kwento na ito ay naglalaman ng mga maseselang tema at lenggwahe. Read at your own risk. Wag sanang husgahan ang laman ng kwento dahil ito ay puro imahinasyon lamang. Ang pagkaparepareho sa mga totoong buhay o sa ibang kwento ay sinisugurado kong hindi ko sinasadya iyon at hindi ito nakaw.

Jay never believed in love, he is a playboy and the billionaire CEO of JORDAN'S GROUP. But what happens when he gets to meet Eliana who was a collateral for another man? He begins to love. The once hard and arrogant playboy CEO became madly in love with Eliana, a concierge at his hotel. Would Jayden fight for his lover? Or would he give up on love once again? Find out!

She's the unrestrained princess of the Madrid family. Walang puwedeng makakatibag sa kung anong disisyon niya. Lahat ng gulo ay siya ang nagpapasimuno dahilan upang maparusahan siya ng death sleep ng isang libong taon. Subalit paano kung sa kaniyang paggising ay makilala niya si Elmhurst, isang mortal na pilyo at maloko, sa isla ng Alta Tiero? Makakaya kaya nitong baguhin ang mailap niyang puso? Paano kung si Selena ang nagtulak sa binata upang paslangin nito ang sarili nitong magulang?

After my sister's death, I signed a five-year contract marriage with her mafia husband, Horton Falcone. I became the stepmother to my five-year-old nephew, Luca. On my birthday, I wore my late sister's diamond cross necklace, not realizing what it was. At the family dinner, Luca walked up to me with a glass of red wine and threw the wine in my face. The red wine dripped down my cheeks, its sharp scent stinging my eyes and staining my white dress. He tilted his head back to look up at me, his eyes as cold and cruel as his father's. "Don't think you can replace my mom just because you married into the Falcone family," he said with a malicious grin. "You're the reason she's dead." "I wish you were the one who died. Then I could smash your gravestone instead of celebrating this stupid birthday." "I swear, when I grow up, the first thing I'll do is dump you in the Hudson River myself!" The memory stung as sharply as the wine, and all I could taste was despair. I stared at the child I had spent five years raising as my own, a sharp pain pulsing in my chest. I had thought I could devote myself to the Falcone family, that I could win him over with my love. But now, I was just so tired of it all. It was a family with no love, a child who saw me as his mortal enemy. I stopped deluding myself. It was time to let go. But after I left, that arrogant father and son came crawling back to me like whipped dogs, begging for my forgiveness.

The sixth year I gave up my family, my name, everything, to be with Marcus. That’s when I found out I was just a stand-in for the one he could never forget. And now, she was back. I accepted my family’s arrangement. The marriage alliance. The day my engagement dress arrived at the office, Marcus looked pissed. “I thought we agreed we’d get married when my career was more stable.” I said nothing. But when the wedding invitation arrived, Marcus finally broke. The groom wasn't him. It was the heir to the Moretti family.

Pieter syok melihat kekasihnya berselingkuh dengan pria lain. Dia kemudian menyentuh minuman beralkohol dan salah mengira kalau Cyenna adalah kekasihnya. Memiringkan wajah sembari berkata, "Kau milikku malam ini." Cover by: pexels.com

The last place Ava expected to see her ex-husband was the hotel bar on a rainy Thursday night in Manhattan. She froze the moment her eyes found him. Ethan Mitchell looked older. Broader. More tired. But the way he stood, one hand wrapped around a glass he had not touched, was painfully familiar. For a second, the noise around her faded. The laughter. The music. The clinking glasses. All she could hear was the echo of a life she once lived. She should have turned around. Instead, she walked closer. “Ethan.” He looked up, and whatever calm he had shattered instantly. “Ava.” Her name sounded different on his lips. Softer. Careful. Like something fragile. “I didn’t know you’d be here,” he said. “I didn’t either,” she replied, her voice steady even though her heart was not. They stood there, strangers tied together by memories too heavy to name. The divorce papers. The last argument. The silence that followed. “Do you want to sit?” he asked after a moment. She hesitated. Then nodded. It was supposed to be harmless. Just a drink. Just conversation. Just closure. But as the night stretched on, the distance between them shrank, and Ava realized something terrifying. Some loves do not die. They just wait. And that night, neither of them walked away. This is a story full of twist and emotions will the come back together after all these years of separation ? Or will they cheat on both of there spouses.

Paano kung nagising kana lang na nasa isang di pamilyar na silid at may kasama kang di kilalang lalaki na parehas kayong walang saplot sa katawan.

After getting drugged by her best friend at a party, Amelia ends up having a one night stand with a stranger. That stranger turned out to be Liam Grayson the ruthless, arrogant and most successful CEO in their country. "it was just a stand think of it as a gift from me to you" Liam pointed out and in the next second Amelia grabbed his index finger that was pointing at her. "it might be a stand but not all girls are dying to be on your bed especially not me" Amelia replied through gritted teeth. Liam caught hold of her neck "I can be scary, don't try to act special, I will compensate you for your loss" he muttered as he stared at the red stain on the bed sheet. Amelia met his eyes "well I'm not scared of you Mr. arrogant" she pulled his hand off her neck and left the room. Liam narrowed his eyes at her retreating back, that was new no one ever spoke back to him instead they cower back in fear.