The Eternal Supreme

“Limang taon mo akong iniwan… akala mo ba papayagan kitang umalis ulit?” Si Isabella Reyes ay isang simpleng sekretarya na nagkaroon ng isang gabing puno ng bawal na pagnanasa kasama ang billionaire mafia boss na si Marcus Villanueva. Isang “mistake” lang daw iyon para sa kanya—pero para kay Isabella, nagbunga ito ng kambal. Nang malaman ni Marcus, pinilit niyang pakasalan siya sa contract marriage. Cold, possessive, at walang pag-ibig—puro galit at hate-sex lang ang namamagitan sa kanila. Natuklasan niya ang betrayal ni Vanessa, ang ex-fiancée na lihim na spy, at nagising ang galit niya. Habang buntis pa, tumakas siya patungong Italy. Doon niya pinalaki ang kambal na sina Mia at Milo bilang single mom, habang lihim na binubuo ang sariling imperyo—bilang ang hidden heiress ng Monteverde clan, karibal na mafia family ng Villanueva. Limang taon ang lumipas. Bumalik siya sa Pilipinas—hindi na mahina, kundi makapangyarihan na CEO na may hawak na sa shares ng Villanueva Empire. Paghihiganti ang nasa isip niya. Pero nang muli silang magtagpo, hindi na makapagpigil si Marcus. Chasing, begging, at intense na passion ang sumunod—habang natutuklasan ang mas malaking lihim: ang kambal ay may mafia bloodline powers, at ang bagong pagbubuntis ni Isabella ay nagbunga ng quadroplets—kasama ang “Stormbringer” na baby girl na may kapangyarihan sa elements. Sa gitna ng digmaan ng tatlong clans—Villanueva, Monteverde, at ang misteryosong Salvatore—lalaban sila para sa pamilya nila. Mula sa isang sinful mistake, magiging eternal obsession ba ang pag-ibig nila? O masisira lahat sa kapangyarihan ng Stormbringer?

The Clan Healer told me that without the vial of Progenitor's Blood, the Blood Blight afflicting me meant I had only seventy-two hours to live. But my husband, Miles, the new Duke of our world, gave the only vial of the precious cure to my adopted sister, Vivienne, the woman I had turned three years ago. "She's in agony from the rejection, Isolde. It's a pain you can't possibly understand." His tone was self-righteous, devoid of any concern for the patch of skin on my collarbone already turning to stone. I nodded, watching as the life-saving, dark red liquid slid down another woman's throat. I accomplished a great deal in the time I had left. As I signed the documents, the lawyer's hand trembled. "Are you certain you want to transfer everything, Your Grace? The territorial rights of a thousand-year-old clan..." I didn't hesitate. "Yes. To Vivienne." My adopted daughter, Lily, the girl I had risked everything to save, who was now forever frozen at the age of eight, cowered in Vivienne's arms, pointing at me and screaming, "Aunt Vivienne is my real mommy! You're the witch who turned us into monsters!" I offered no defense. "Yes, that's right. Be a good girl and listen to your new mother now." The Progenitor's Ring, the symbol of the clan's supreme authority, now rested on Vivienne's hand. "Oh, sister, you're too kind," she sobbed, her sobs a practiced performance. "I'll be sure to protect the family in your stead." I nodded. "You'll run things better than I ever did." I even signed away my control over the Elder Council, a council sustained by my own blood. For the first time in a century, a shadow of complex emotion crossed Miles's face. He stared at me,"Isolde, stop fighting. It's better this way. You need to rest." Yes. On my deathbed, I had finally become the perfect, submissive Isolde they always wanted. An Isolde who was about to turn to dust. The seventy-two-hour countdown had begun. I wondered, when I finally turned to ash,