The Prisoner In The Mask Mga Nobela at Kwento

18+ ( Warning: Language, Violence, adult scenes etc) "I'll kill anyone who touches you, Balia." "Even yourself?" Senna's eyes narrowed. "Especially myself." - In the dark world of organized crime, loyalty is a luxury and love is a deadly game. When Balia is taken captive by ruthless mafia don Senna, their twisted relationship ignites a deadly power struggle. Will their passion be enough to overcome the secrets of their past, or will it ultimately destroy them?

He made one mistake—he chose revenge instead of mercy. Luna’s sharp tongue and careless drunken words should have been harmless. Instead, they mark her as a target for Daimen Blackwell, a billionaire who doesn’t forgive and never forgets. What begins as punishment turns into possession when he forces her into a contract that binds her to him as his mistress—his rules, his house, his bed. Luna is naïve in love but not in spirit, and her defiance slowly becomes the one thing Daimen can’t control. Somewhere between power plays and stolen moments, he wins her heart—only to destroy it. When Daimen betrays her, Luna leaves with nothing but shattered trust. And that’s when he discovers the truth: she is the woman he has been searching for all his life. This time, the billionaire has nothing left to bargain with. Only regret. Only grovelling. And the hope that love might survive the damage he caused.

The day my life shattered was the day my ex-husband handed me divorce papers as our anniversary gift. *’*’* Amy thought nothing could be worse than receiving divorce papers as an anniversary gift.. until she discovered her marriage was a lie. Forced to stay married by a shocking clause in her father’s will, Amy must navigate betrayal, secrets, and the fight for her inheritance. With her childhood best friend, Bruce, by her side, she’s determined to take back control of her life. But Liam, her soon-to-be ex, isn’t ready to let go.. of her or the empire at stake. In a battle of wills and hearts, Amy must decide what’s worth fighting for before she loses everything.

He stepped closer to me, grabbing my arm roughly. "I warned you, Hana." His voice was cold. "Now, you're in my world. There's no way out for you." # Hanna Harper is a fearless journalist determined to uncover the truth at all costs. When her latest assignment targets David Alexander Thomas, an enigmatic billionaire surrounded by whispers of corruption and evil, Hanna expects to find a monster. But David is more than he seems - a man caught in a web of secrets spun by the very people who should love him. Drawn into David's shadowy world, Hanna finds herself torn between her duty to uncover the truth and the man who has become her obsession. David hides a tortured past, a family legacy of deceit and control that has shaped him into the ruthless man he is today. As their relationship deepens, Hanna discovers the vulnerable man behind the darkness. However, as David's family turns their backs on him, the cost of his redemption mounts. Together, Hanna and David must confront a past that refuses to be buried, risking everything for love and freedom. In a story of betrayal, redemption, and an undeniable bond, Hanna must decide if David is worth saving-or if he will destroy them both?

The rumbling of the thunder and the rain kept pouring in torrent as Martina knelt in front of the man she called her husband and beside him was the only person she had ever called friend. With blood dripping down from her white nightwear and sweat glistening her forehead despite the cold weather, tears were streaming down her eyes. The two people in front of her looked like the devil she has watched from movies when she was just a child and the much talked about demon from her Bible stories. This was the longest night of her life, how she wished everything would end and she would wake up in her big comfy bed back at her father’s mansion but here she was, kneeling in front her own husband begging for her life while her best friend just sat there with a glass of whisky in hand. Martina was left wondering if it was not too cold for whiskey at this time. Five years later, she is reborn as the youngest and richest CEO and guess what??? Her ex husband is her cousin and she will be married to the richest and the most dominant man in America.. revenge is sure to be served hot.

"Lewis, what do you want to do?" "What do I want? You are my prisoner, you must do whatever I say. If I want you to live, you live. If I want you to die, you die. You say you love me? But what have you actually done? I will never forgive you, not in a thousand lifetimes!

Mariam, a woman from a deeply religious background, begins to unravel when a masked stranger discovers her secret desires and exploits them. Her life with James, her possessive and emotionally distant husband, is already strained. The blackmailer slowly introduces Mariam to sexual submission, forcing her into erotic, humiliating tasks. Mariam is terrified, but deeply aroused. She obeys, not out of love or loyalty, but because something inside her has been craving this. Her body begins betraying her beliefs. As her marriage begins to crumble, a shocking twist unfolds: the blackmailer doesn't just want control. He wants her completely and he’s watching everything.

Clara was forced to do the unthinkable due to dispersion. She put on a mask and turned into a stripper one night in order to save her sister's life, and she ran across billionaire Ethan, drowning in his own grief. After her sister's surgery fails, Clara finds only an unanticipated life developing inside her. Years later, Ethan finds the daughter he never knew and is resolved to retrieve her. One condition, though, is that Clara stays with her child. A dark scheme by Ethan's ex threatens to split them as they negotiate their new reality. Will their past mistakes and current difficulties jeopardise their chances for happiness, or will they be able to find love amid the chaos and danger?

At the wedding, I recognized at a glance that the masked man standing before me was an impostor for Howard Larson. Despite this, I went through with the ceremony as though nothing were amiss. In my previous life, I exposed the fake groom in front of everyone. Left with no choice, Howard reluctantly returned and completed the wedding with me. That very night, his childhood sweetheart, Joyce Charlton, swallowed sleeping pills and jumped from a building, taking her own life. When Howard heard the news, he showed no hint of sadness. Instead, he cursed her, saying she deserved to die. After the wedding, Howard and I seemed as loving as ever. I even used my family's money to pull his company back from the brink of collapse. However, on our first wedding anniversary, he personally bound me to a helicopter while I was pregnant. There was no warmth left in his eyes. "If you hadn't forced me to come back and marry you that day, Joyce would still be alive. "Why should you get to live so happily? I want you to feel the pain she felt when she died." He shoved me from the sky. I was utterly destroyed. This time, I pretended not to notice the deception and completed the wedding with the fake groom. I wanted to see for myself how, without the Smith family's support, he intended to save the already crumbling Larson Group.

Vanessa Brooks was the kind of woman the world bowed to. Old money. Chandeliers. Every circle worshipped her—until Julian Frost decided she was guilty. He had loved her once. Or so she believed. But when murder by jealous rage became the charge, he didn't defend her. He testified. He stood in that courtroom and watched them drag her away in chains, his eyes colder than the steel on her wrists. Three years inside. Concrete walls. Thin blankets. Fists in the dark. They broke three ribs. Split her lip so many times she forgot how to smile. The magazine-cover beauty learned to sleep with her back to the wall, one eye open. When the gates opened, Vanessa walked out with nothing but the clothes on her back and a heart too dead for hatred. She left. She buried the name Julian Frost like a corpse. But Julian wasn't done. The moment he saw her on another man's arm—a ring that wasn't his—something inside him snapped. Cold indifference curdled into obsession. He tore her engagement apart. Dragged her back. Forced a ring onto her finger and built a prison from a marriage certificate. Vanessa endured in silence. No tears. No screams. Just divorce papers, slid across his desk, again and again. The third time, Julian ripped them in half. His voice was ragged—a king reduced to begging. "Divorce? Over my dead body."