The Devil Thought He Had Me

The day before the World Piano Masters Competition, I was kidnapped, and my tendons were deliberately severed. Endorsements were swiftly terminated. Advertisers, once eager to work with me, turned instead to my rival. Crushed under the weight of betrayal and despair, I spiraled into a deep depression. Just when I was at my lowest, Carl Manos appeared. He not only paid off all my breach-of-contract penalties but also sought out top specialists to treat my damaged hand. Later, he knelt on one knee and solemnly proposed. I saw him as my salvation, the light that pierced through my darkness. Without hesitation, I let Carl slip the ring onto my finger. Two years later, my hand had fully recovered. I rushed to the study, eager to share the good news, only to overhear a chilling conversation. "Carl, if you hadn't arranged for someone to sever Reily's tendons, my sister never would've had the chance to win the competition and land those endorsements. I'll never forget what you did for us." There was a pause. Then came Carl's indifferent reply, "I simply helped Lucy achieve her dream. Breaking a woman's tendons in exchange for that is nothing." So this was the truth. The marriage I took such pride in… was nothing but a cold, calculated nightmare. Since that was the case, there was nothing left for me here. It was time to leave.

"If you are going to enter my world, be ready to play my game," Mago warned, his eyes gleaming with danger, "If you can't keep up, then you'll have to endure the pain." MAGO CONCEPCION—ruthless, seductive, and incapable of love. He believed emotions were a weakness, and I, ARLENE MEJORADA, believed I could change him. I was the woman who thought I could heal him with my love, drawn in by his dangerous allure that I couldn't resist. I was a willing victim, drawn into his world of power and temptation. I convinced myself that I could handle the pain, that I could survive his cruel, calculating ways. But love doesn't always conquer all. Yet, my determination was unwavering. Soon, I found myself breaking. Piece by piece, he tore through my heart, leaving me shattered and empty, a shadow of the woman I once was. I wanted to save him, but in the end, I was the one who needed saving. This is my story—of how I gave him everything until nothing was left of me. Now I face the choice: do I pick up the pieces and walk away, or keep letting him destroy what’s left of me? My name is ARLENE MEJORADA, and I was willing to endure anything for love. Until I wasn’t.

Pragmatic Marriage will bind them together. She fell but he didn't catch her, yet she still stayed. Not until a revelation wrecked her heart out. A secret that was kept as a hidden agenda revealed and it ruined everything between them. She left with a heavy baggage - a baggage she never expect to have in life, a baggage that made her a strong independent woman. [THIS IS THE TAGALOG VERSION OF ROMANCING THE DEVIL BY BABYBLUEAYE]

My boyfriend, Zayne Jefferson, is particularly gifted in certain ways. Every time we're intimate, he insists on trying something new. More than once, he gently coaxes me, saying, "Once you graduate, we'll get married." And I believe him. I throw myself into my studies, pushing hard to finish my credits early. At the same time, I secretly watch all kinds of videos at night and read up on techniques. I want to keep his body satisfied. One night, I stay up too late studying and miss curfew. I run to the bar to find him, where I overhear him chatting with his friends. "Zayne, is your girlfriend really that wild in bed?" one guy asks. "Of course. He trained her himself!" another guy says. "What about Yasmin?" Zayne exhales a stream of smoke, his eyes soft. "She's different. She's pure." In that moment, I begin to hate him. Back on campus, I make a call to my professor. "That secret program you mentioned… I want in." From this day on, my life belongs only to my career.

Love built a kingdom. Love destroyed it. And love… might yet bring it back. Long ago, Queen Daphne and King Zerach ruled the Highland of Songhai with hearts bound by passion and destiny. But when tragedy stole the queen from his arms, the mighty king’s heart turned to stone — until Freda, a gentle soul with eyes like sunrise, taught him to feel again. Their love healed the kingdom… and from it came Prince Lucien, bright, noble, and pure. But fate is cruel. For in another corner of the land lived Lyra, a beautiful, fearless girl whose laughter could tame storms — and whose blood carried the same mark as the prince’s. When Lucien met her in the forest, time itself stood still. Their souls recognized each other before their lips ever spoke. What began as an innocent bond soon became an all-consuming love — one that defied gods, bloodlines, and fate itself. Lucien vowed to make her his queen. Lyra vowed to love him even if the stars fell from the sky. Yet destiny had written another story — a story of a secret birth, a forbidden prophecy, and a love so powerful it threatened to tear the world apart. When truth came, it shattered everything: the king’s peace, the queen’s heart, and the lovers’ dreams. But even as kingdoms burned and tears fell like rain… Lucien and Lyra chose love — even in death. And in the silence after sorrow, the Highland of Songhai bloomed again — the winds whispering their names, Lucien and Lyra… the love that defied eternity.

Isabella Romano is the neglected princess of her family, casted away unknowingly by her father, she has lived with her mother all her life, seeking some fatherly love but she learnt to stop caring. Now after a reckless night she finds herself tangled in the sheets of a man she was told to always hate. Vladimir Volkov. A man far more scary than what she has been told, he is not just the boogey man he is the one you send to kill the boogey man. Imagine her shock when she finds out she hasn’t just gotten the attention of The Russian Don but is also carrying his child. Follow the hate to love relationship of Isabella and Vladimir and watch how they navigate their life in his dark world that he dragged her to, making her and his unborn child a target to the new arising enemy that aims to destroy both the Italians and Russians.

“But I only want one thing in return….. In return for your father’s freedom, I get to have you for a year as my pet.” ********** Claire Montgomery was just your regular college graduate, living her life until an unfortunate occurrence got her entangled with Xavier De Luca, the biggest Mafia Don in the whole country. In a bid to clear her father's debts and save his life, Claire has to submit her self to the devil but what she never counted on, was that her heart would soon thaw and follow. XAVIER Xavier might be the biggest Don in the country but he's also a werewolf. A secret he tries as much as possible to hide from the society and he was blending in just fine, until Claire Montgomery clashed into his life with her perfect eyes. She was his mate. And he was ready to go every mile possible to claim her. He doesn't care if her hatred for him just keeps running deeper.

Vito lays down his rules: She belongs to him now. No escape. No other men. No defiance. But Ortensia isn’t one to submit so easily. She pushes him, taunts him, tempts him. And when she disobeys, he makes sure she learns her lesson… in ways that leave her breathless. Their nights are filled with heated battles, rough punishments, and forbidden touches. He swears he won’t fall for her tricks, won’t let her get under his skin. But every time she fights him, he only wants to break her more to hear her beg, to see her surrender… But in this twisted game of dominance and desire, who will truly end up owned?

Three years of my loyalty. My body. My silence. My whole heart wrapped up and placed in hands that never deserved it. And the night I found out I was carrying his child — I found him in our bed with my best friend instead. He didn't beg. Didn't explain. He looked me in the eye and said I was never his first choice. Then he filed the rejection papers before I could finish crying. So I left. I buried Cora — the weak, devoted, foolish Luna who loved a man who saw her as a placeholder. Five years later, I'm someone else entirely. Someone with a life he could never have imagined for me. Someone with a son whose silver eyes are the only beautiful thing that man ever gave me without meaning to. Now his pack is dying. And I'm the only one who can save them. He's on his knees in front of me. The question isn't whether I'll help him. The question is — how much will it cost him first? Some women fall apart when they're broken. I rebuilt myself into something he'll never be able to bury again.

“You fucking bitch, I told you to stay here, and I will think about what I can do for you to not assassinate you, but you're just being a bitch” He yelled and turn my back like always I did whenever I was punished by a stick. "Bitch” He yelled throwing stick after stick, I felt my body turn numb getting to continue beating. “This time I won't let it go easily” He yelled, tearing my cloth. My body jerked back, his cold hand roamed my back. “I teach you today what happens when you just disobey my single command,” He said, turning me, removing a thin cloth from my body. "No, Liam" I screamed. “Why, It was always meant to be mine. Right?” His face had an evil smirk on. “Please no, Liam. Not like that…” I whispered, hugging myself with my hand hiding my naked self from his burning eyes. “No Amber… This will only happen like this, You fucking bitch tried to deceive me” He said, taking a fistful of my hair with enough grip to make me cry. “I won't do that again, Promise,” I said showing him my pinky finger like always we seal our promise. “Amber…” He sighed, like controlling himself. “Promise…” He said, taking my pinky finger with his finger. “This time promise will be sealed with my way baby” He smirked, bending my pinky finger. His eyes were like some beast that just want to hurt someone so badly. Author Note : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Update on weekends