The Impotent Billionaire Has A Son

"You guys know what the situation is like in this industry this year. I need to cut our end-of-the-year bonus by half in order to overcome this difficult period." My boss, Peter Hurley, claims that things are difficult in the industry right now, yet his wrist still showcases the luxury watch that he's just bought. My 20,000-dollar bonus is reduced to 700 dollars. In addition, I also received a plaque that says "Award for Outstanding Contribution". "This plaque is worth a lot, Soren. It represents the acknowledgement this company has for you. Don't be so petty when it comes to money." As I stare at the plaque in my hand, I can't help but scoff furiously. "Fine. I won't be that petty when it comes to money. I hope you won't be that petty either when you're paying next month's rent." Peter is stunned momentarily. "What do you mean by that?" I toss the plaque into the trash can. "What I mean is, I'm the landlord of this building. From next month onward, the rent will be increased ten times. If you refuse to accept the new rent, you can pack up and scram."

"I'm inlove with him since when I was eight, and he's eighteen years old before; now, he's twenty-eight and I'm eighteen. I call him Uncle Lucas, sometimes Ninong Saint." Lady Eve Yamashita has been in love with Saint Lucas since he took her in at the age of eight after her father (Taro Yamashita, a Yakuza leader) was killed by another Yakuza organization. Every year—Saint Lucas would send her his favorite macha cake, and when Lady Eve turned fifteen, she confessed to Saint Lucas, but sadly—Saint rejected her. Lady Eve Yamashita has been in love with Saint Lucas since he took her in at the age of eight after her father (Taro Yamashita; a Yakuza leader) was killed by another Yakuza organization. Every year—Saint Lucas would send her his favorite macha cake, and when Lady Eve turned fifteen, she confessed to Saint, but Saint rejected her, believing thier ten-year age gap is too large, chooses someone else. One night, Saint came home very drunk. He didn't realize that the room he entered was Eve's room where the girl was sleeping soundly. But, because of Eve's thin clothing, Saint couldn't stop himself from attempting to touch Even and ended up lusting. Eve, woke-up, but didn't stop herself 'cause that was what she wanted too; there was a heated exchange, and months later Saint found out that he had gotten Eve pregnant that night, but Eve run-away and hide.

A teenager forced by her father to marry discovering love. The only problem is who she falls in love with: a loving but complicated guy. But that's not the problem, it's the fact that he is the son of the man to whom she was promised.

My uncle’s rival, Emmett Meyer, saved me twice. The first time, I was drowning after a shipwreck—until he cut through the waves on a speedboat and dragged me ashore. The second time was after someone had slipped drugs into my drink. That night, I seduced him, a hardened man ten years my senior. In the dim glow of a private room, he guided my hand downward and growled, “I want you so bad, Babe.” He took me ruthlessly, ignoring my sobs and pleas. From then on, Emmett—the untamable “Prince of Silverbridge”—abandoned his reckless ways and devoted himself to me. Or so I believed. Then one day, he coaxed me into his Rolls-Royce and captured our tryst on camera. I flushed with embarrassment and secret delight. Later, as I hurried after him to return some documents he had left behind, I heard the sneers whispered in the hallway: “You’re so wild, Emmett. Everyone heard your girl moaning.” “Damn, the car rocked so hard I thought you’d break it.” “Hey, if Franklin Reed ever finds out that his precious niece has been your plaything for three years… think he’ll have a heart attack?”

Title: Married To An Old Billionaire, In Love With His Son. Eve has no choice but to give up her own dreams due to her father's illness and the expensive operational costs. So she married an old billionaire who is old enough to be her grandfather. Despite the sexual harassment she faces on a regular basis, the humiliation she receives from the old man's son, Liam is another source of pain for Eve. Then, Eve's only thought is to make as much money as she can and get away from the family. Nevertheless, as Liam works with Eve, he gradually falls in love with the girl he used to loathe. What will he do about his hidden feelings for his stepmother?

When I find out about that woman's existence, it turns out that they've been dating for a very long time. Simon Jensen protects her very well. Even though he's already attended banquets with her and has introduced her to all of his friends, I still have yet to see any of her photos. Heck, I don't even know her name. If it weren't for the fact that Simon was unable to resist that woman's coquettish pleading and brought her to the fashion show press conference as a brand investor, I'd probably remain in the dark forever. At this moment, I stare at Simon from far away, who's currently gazing at his lover standing on the runway. There's a hint of a gentle smile in his eyes. The camera flashes keep clicking. One of the reporters can't resist asking, "Mr. Jensen, are you a fan of Angela Stewart as well?" Simon never averts his gaze from Angela. He replies, "No. She's the love of my life." So, it turns out the cold and aloof Simon is capable of doting on a young woman to this degree. I spin the dull wedding ring around my ring finger subconsciously. That's when I realize how meaningless this marriage actually is.

Primo Javier Sandoval is a well-known actor from the Philippines who comes from a family of politicians. Although he is well-known, he has a secret that he keeps from everyone who watches him: a toxic mindset.

Sa isang marangyang party kung saan alak ang hari at kasiyahan ang batas, nagtagpo sina Megan Anastasia Davis at Primo Rafael Giovanni—isang simpleng babae at isang bilyonaryong sanay sa luho. Sa kalasingan at kapusukan, nadala sila ng laro ng tadhana—isang “pekeng” kasal na tinawanan lang nila noon. Pero paggising nila kinaumagahan, isang legal at totoong marriage certificate ang bumungad sa kanila. Kasado. Pirmado. Walang atrasan. Gulat. Panic. Hindi makapaniwala si Megan. Paano siya napasok sa isang kasal na hindi niya ginusto? Ngunit hindi doon nagtatapos ang gulo. Habang pilit niyang hinahanap ang paraan para makawala, isang mas malalim na sikreto ang kanyang nadiskubre—si Primo ay engaged na pala sa iba! Isang arranged marriage na matagal nang planado, pero hindi niya kailanman ginusto. Ngayon, may isang babaeng lumalaban para sa lugar niya bilang legal na asawa. May isang pamilyang nagdidikta ng kapalaran ni Primo. At may isang pusong unti-unting nahuhulog, kahit na pilit lumalaban. Tatakas ba si Megan mula sa isang pagkakamaling naging totoo? O haharapin niya ang laban para sa lalaking hindi niya inaasahang mamahalin? Samantala, si Primo—mananatili ba siya sa buhay na pinili para sa kanya? O pipiliin niya ang babaeng aksidenteng dumating pero hindi na niya kayang pakawalan?

Everyone knows I'm Brooke River's bootlicker—I've stuck by her side for the past ten years. Now, she's getting engaged to someone else, and everyone's waiting to see me make a fool of myself. The problem is… I already got married three years ago.

My husband had a severe addiction for physical intimacy. However, in the seven years of our marriage, he never touched me, not even once. To suppress his urges, he soaked himself in bone-chilling ice water every night. His arms were covered in needle marks from constant injections. It broke my heart to see him like that. I offered myself to him many times, but he insisted on simply giving me a restrained kiss on the forehead before saying, “Don’t be silly, Summer. I’m not like those animals. How could I ever bear to hurt you? For you, I’d gladly live the rest of my life in a platonic marriage.” This strange, almost obsessive restraint of his lasted seven years. Despite the numerous times he pushed himself far enough to end up hospitalized, he still refused to cross that line. Then, on our wedding anniversary, a young woman named Anna Brandt came in for her ninth hymen restoration surgery. After the anesthetic was administered, her cheeks flushed red. As her mind grew hazy, she started crying weakly like a lost kitten. Looking at the love bites scattered across her body, I shook my head and assumed she was just another girl who had gone astray. That was until I heard her last tearful whisper. “John Shaw, you jerk.” My hand trembled and I nearly dropped the scalpel. Because my husband’s name also was John Shaw.