Talking To Strangers

Thelma Sebastian was mocked on her 24th birthday party, and she ran away to the club, where she was taken away to a Billionaire's house. Mavin White, was a ruthless billionaire CEO who disliked women after his mother abandoned him as a kid. However, his feelings changed when he met Thelma. There were some family secrets surrounding them. Do you think Thelma's father will allow her to be with Mavin? Find out.

"One wish,” whispered Rica. “A love that will last forever.” Rica jumped out of her bed when she saw a man lying in the bed next to her. She stared at him, fascinated by his handsome face. He had an attractive aquiline nose which complemented his projecting cheekbones and alluring lips. His black glistening hair was coiffed to perfection. She closed her eyes. “This is just a dream,” she told herself pinching her own skin to wake herself up. “This is not a dream and I am your husband.” Her eyes widened as she stared at the manly figure standing in front of her. His perfect amber-colored eyes met hers. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no words came out. She was so confused. Yesterday, her boyfriend broke up with her, and now a stranger has appeared claiming they were married to each other. Is he the one she has been waiting for? A love that will last forever?

Kagarawa Yuuma was fifteen years old when he first fell in love but fate split him apart from his love the very next day. The only thing he had to remember the boy by was back and white football. 13 years later, after becoming a successful actor, Yuuma goes back to find his love and demand that he fulfills his promise to marry him.

Evelyn Reed had a one-night stand with a stranger after being drugged by her stepsister. She lost everything; her home and her inheritance, and was thrown in the street. She became pregnant and her world came crumbling down. Five years later she returns to her country as a successful designer and starts working in the knight group. What happens when she discovers a shocking truth, Logan Knight, the youngest billionaire and the CEO of the Knight Group, was the man from that night and the father to her kids? Will they get together? Will her stepsister pay for her actions?

“You’re not here to serve drinks tonight,” the man said calmly. “You’re here because I bought you.” Aruna never chose the night world. She was forced into it by debt, desperation, and a failed surgery that took her mother’s life instead of saving it. Alone and drowning in unpaid bills, she became trapped in an elite nightclub owned by a ruthless boss who now holds her life on a leash. In a place where bodies are traded and innocence is a myth, Aruna hides a dangerous secret. She is still a virgin. When Dante Ravelino, the most feared Mafia King in the city’s underworld, steps into the bar searching for a pure woman to satisfy a private demand, fate makes its cruel move. The boss sells Aruna without her consent, sealing her destiny in one illegal deal. But Dante is not the monster she expected. Cold. Controlled. Deadly. And disturbingly drawn to her quiet defiance. What begins as a transaction turns into an obsession neither of them can escape. Aruna soon learns that her mother’s death was no accident, her debt was never random, and her body was never the real target. She is part of a much darker game. Surrounded by bloodshed, betrayals, and mafia wars, Aruna must survive a world ruled by power and violence while fighting feelings that could destroy them both. Loving a Mafia King means surrendering to danger… or becoming danger itself. Because in Dante Ravelino’s world, once you are bought— you are never truly free.

“My warriors will slaughter you all. They will—” “Shhhh.” Alpha George placed his finger on my lips, “You know your people have lost, Kyra. Your army is nowhere close to mine; neither are your weapons. The best you can do from here is pray.” I lifted my chin, showing no fear. With the chains tugging my skin, I spat, eyes burning with flames, “If you're not scared, release me, let me fight with my people if I would not chop your head off.” “No, Kyra. You're my…” He paused, looking all soft and calm, until he replied, “Prisoner.” – Kyra Dew, Gamma of the Red Sky Pack, had gone to battles and come back victorious until she went to battle against their rivals, the Moonshine Pack. Captured, chained, and tortured for the truth, Kyra only promised to speak up when she saw the Alpha. Alpha George, strong and fearless, came into the dungeon to receive the shock of his life. His mate was the one whom he had ordered his guards to torture until she spat the truth. Angered and regretful, he made a mistake, a mistake that led to her escape, leading to the death of many. Kyra escaped back to her pack, happy to go back to her lover and soon-to-be Alpha, only to receive the shock of her life. What happens when Kyra finds out that her boyfriend isn't really her mate but has been deceived? What would Alpha George do when he finally finds the girl who caused him so much loss? “You don't know me,” Kyra said. Her chin was held in Alpha George’s grip. “I know enough to kill you.” Alpha George replied. Yet, his burning eyes were fixed on her lips. “Kill me?” Kyra tilted her head, “Or kiss me?” She whispered.

My boyfriend is summoned away by a phone call on the day he proposes to me. Once he's gone, his true love forces hard liquor down my throat with everyone watching. "You can drink on Oliver's behalf since you claim he can't drink. You've done this plenty of times over the years, anyway." I've carefully protected Oliver Sansbury for the past four years due to his heart condition. However, all I get in return is a slap to the face. Later, when I make his mother end up behind bars, he falls to his knees by my sickbed. He cries and begs me to marry him. It's too bad I'm about to die.

Vincenzo Moretti was Stonehaven’s youngest financial titan— a tech mogul commanding a multibillion-dollar empire, gracing the covers of business magazines as a modern legend. But only a select few knew the truth: he was also the ruthless Don controlling the East Coast mafia. To him, wealth and power were mere chips in a game. And I? I was just another pawn used to stabilize a fragile family alliance. In our ten-year marriage, he slept with my friends, my coworkers… every single person I once trusted. Then one morning, as I took our one-month-old baby for a routine checkup, Sienna Newton, his latest mistress, ran me down with her car. The baby screamed endlessly. I begged her to take us to the hospital, and when Vincenzo arrived, he looked at me with cold disdain. “Isabella,” he sneered, “when did you learn to stage accidents? “Even if you died here, I wouldn’t bat an eye.” Then he took Sienna’s hand and walked away without a backward glance. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, the child in my arms had suffocated. Upon hearing the news, my mother suffered a heart attack. She didn’t survive. I slipped into a coma for two days. When I finally woke up, I found out that Vincenzo never visited. Instead, his father, Renato Moretti, the true king of the Moretti empire, stood by my bedside. I looked at him calmly and said, “Let me go. Whatever I owed your family, I’ve repaid in full with two lives.” Later, that same Don who had once looked down on me knelt before me, begging me to come home. But I was no longer the woman who waited, silent and broken, for his change of heart. I was the Don’s wife who turned away and never looked back.

She was raped by her boyfriend on convocational day. He left her and run away. She got pregnant and gave birth to a twins, seven years later he came back with a wife and a six years old boy. So he want her to be his back.

I've been married to Elliot Graves, the mafia drug lord in NYC, for the past eight years. But today—on our wedding anniversary—I received a photo of him with my best friend, Lila, celebrating as if they were the ones married. And in her arms was my son, Owen. I stared at the image, then typed out two words in reply. “How perfect.” Half a hour later, Elliot stormed through the front door. His voice thundered through the hallway. “Why do you always have to be so bitchy to Lila?” Owen, my own little boy, shoved at my leg and glared. “Bad Momma,” he said. “I wish Miss Lila was my real mommy.” I didn’t flinch. I simply walked over to the drawer, pulled out the crisp stack of papers I’d long prepared, and dropped them on the table with a quiet finality. “Alright,” I said, my voice calm. “It’s all my fault. Now, can I go?”