The Villa

On my fifth year anniversary, the first two things I receive are two bills for water and electricity. My wife, Whitney Chapman, comes home at a late hour. She's carrying a food container that's filled with food that has gone cold. "Sorry, I was dealing with an extremely difficult client. I can only make it up to you with supper." She puts down the container before walking into the bathroom. While she doesn't reek of alcohol, there's dust coating the hem of her windbreaker. I call Whitney's secretary, only to find out that she has not been to the company today. A second before I end the call, the secretary adds, "By the way, Mr. Spencer, the new warehouse manager, Maxwell Clarke, was also absent from work today." Maxwell Clarke? The illegitimate child who brings nothing but shame to the Spencer family? What a big coincidence… or was it? I quickly contact the property manager of the villa based on the bills I've received. "A father-and-son duo have just moved into the villa last month." The manager then sends the list of inhabitants to me. The name listed is also Maxwell Clarke. This villa happens to be a property my father left for me back when Whitney and I first got married. Since it's too far from the city, I've left it vacant all this time because I wanted to reserve it as a villa meant for vacation purposes. Now, the people I hate are the ones living in that villa.

After I brought in 300 million dollars in investment for his company, my fiance showed me the home we would share. I thought we would finally get married after eight years together, but instead, he turned on a building game. “I laid every brick here. Once the company is listed, I’ll build you a house just like this one.” I found him and his secretary showing off their love. He had bought her an expensive villa as a gift. I sent the photo to my fiance. “You can afford to buy someone a villa as a gift, but not our home?” Displeased, he said, “Alyssa is the company’s backbone. I’m only giving her a villa to encourage the other staff to do better!” But in the background, I heard Alyssa’s pleased laughter. “Some people should really be more self-aware. Does she think getting some investment makes her the boss of this company?” I did my best to suppress my anger. I wanted to see just how long the company would survive if not for the investments I found!

Leya Kalyana seorang pelayan yang bekerja di salah satu villa besar milik tuan Mafia yang bernama Aldrich Davian kafael. Awal pertemuan mereka memang tidak terlalu baik. Hanya saja karena sering bertemu Aldrich merasakan perbedaan dari Leya yang mampu membuat dia merasa sangat sayang pada pelayan itu, hingga dia menjadikan Leya sebagai pelayan kesayangan dia. Sayangnya Leya tidak tau bahkan Aldrich adalah seorang mafia yang pindah ke Villa itu hanya untuk bersembunyi dari banyaknya musuh musuh yang ingin menghabisi dia. Apakah Leya akan mau menjadi kesayangan tuannya itu? Apalagi tuannya itu adalah seorang Mafia.

My older sister, Scarlet Dawson, is an absolute saint with a savior complex. When the apocalyptic heatwave hits us, she gives out water to our neighbors, food to strangers, and even invites her boyfriend's entire family to live with us. When our supplies are finally depleted, Scarlet actually considers selling me off to a perverted old man in exchange for supplies to look after her boyfriend, Marcus Crosby. I promptly pull out my stun gun and knock her unconscious. Then, I hand her straight to the perverted old man instead. I go back to my villa, where the temperature is constantly kept at 60°F, and enjoy a tub of Ben & Jerry's ice cream under the air conditioning. Not only that, but my villa is stocked with enough supplies to last me for the next few decades!

Jason King was a billionaire at the age of 30. He has everyone and everything he could possibly need...or so he though. He suffers from depression after a certain past event changed his life for the worst. Maya Lewis, an innocent young woman was forced into an arranged marriage by her parents when she was 18 years old. The couple barely knew one another. After the wedding, Jason dropped her off at the villa far away from everyone, including him. After nearly 5 years of wrecking his cars and burning villa's down, Maya finally got Jason's attention. She spends her time trying to be a devoted wife but is constantly shunned by her husband. Will Jason stop fighting his feelings and accept that he was bound to fall in love with her? Will his past make or break their marriage? Will Maya stay with Jason despite the trauma or will it be too much to handle?

Isang trahedya ang yumanig sa katahimikan ng marangyang buhay ni Ana Villa—nahulog sa bangin ang kanyang sasakyan at natagpuang wasak sa kailaliman ng dagat. Ngunit ang katawan niya, hindi kailanman nakita. Ang mundo ng mga Villa ay nilukob ng lungkot at hiwaga, ngunit para kay Belle, ang kanyang kakambal, ang trahedyang ito ay hindi isang aksidente—ito’y isang maingat na planong pagpatay. Nagpasya si Belle na gawin ang hindi inaasahan: nagpanggap siya bilang si Ana para malaman ang tunay na mastermind sa pagkamatay ng kanyang kambal. Sa kanyang pagpapanggap, napasok niya ang mundo ng karangyaan at kasinungalingan, isang mundong puno ng malalalim na lihim at mapanganib na tao. Ang asawa ni Ana, si Luke Villa, ay isang bilyonaryo at CEO ng Villa Brewery Inc.—makisig, misteryoso,gwapo at tila nagtatago ng mga lihim. Sa kabila ng pagdududa ni Belle, unti-unti siyang nahulog sa bitag ng kanyang sariling damdamin. Ngunit hindi si Luke ang tunay na panganib. Si Sheila, ang tila inosenteng stepsister ni Luke, ay isang babaeng magaling magtago ng matinding inggit, lihim na pagnanasa, at nakamamatay na ambisyon. Lingid sa kaalaman ng lahat, si Sheila ang utak sa likod ng pagkamatay ni Ana, dala ng matagal nang pagkamuhi nito kay Ana dahil inagaw nito sa kanya si Luke dahil may lihim siyang pag-ibig dito. Habang nilalaro ni Belle ang papel ng kanyang kambal. Dito, natagpuan ang takot at pag-asa na magkasama, habang unti-unting nahuhulog ang kanyang puso kay Luke. Sa gitna ng labanan ng pagmamahal, takot, at paghihiganti, sino ang talo at sino ang mananatiling buhay?At paano makakaligtas si Belle mula sa bitag ng pagmamahal nito para kay Luke?

Past thirty, my usually serious husband suddenly developed a fascination with pink. The dark-colored furniture that had stayed the same for ten years was replaced with pink; even the utensils he picked up casually were pink. I stared at the line of pink pajamas, pink bow ties, and pink underwear hanging out to dry on the balcony, feeling something was off. "I thought you said you hated pink—that it was a color only women liked?" He was unpacking a new pink bed set and didn't even look up. "Oh, Jack and I made a bet. If I can replace everything in the house with pink, he'll give me his seaside villa for free. Honestly, after looking at it for a while, pink isn't that bad, don't you think?" I neither agreed nor disagreed. Instead, I called Jack, who blurted out, "What seaside villa? I don't remember ever buying one!"

My mate, Alpha Lucius, was kissing me when I heard it slip through his mind-link. “My sweet little pup. Daddy’s moving you and Mommy into the new villa tomorrow. I built it just for you.” That’s when I knew. The villa he’d spent a fortune of my pack’s money on… was a love nest. For his bastard and his whore, Clara. He didn't even notice I'd gone cold, too busy bragging about his re-election as Alliance Chairman. He’d been Chairman for four years. Everyone thought his re-election was a sure thing. But the fool forgot. He was only the most powerful Alpha because of me. He was only Chairman because of me. Because of my Silver Moon Pack. Because of my bloodline. I shoved him away. I sent an urgent mind-link to my father. "Lucius has betrayed the Silver Moon bloodline. He and that omega bitch… they’re going to die."

Three years married to Victor, the Don, and as far as New York was concerned, we were untouchable. Until my own car was in the shop, so I took his daily driver from the garage. On the way, I activated the car's smart system and said, "Navigate home." But the screen pinpointed a place I had never seen before — a villa in the suburbs. Then, a sugary-sweet voice floated from the speakers: "Okay! Setting course for Victor and Mia's secret castle." My stomach dropped. Who was Mia? And what secret castle? Without a second thought, I dialed his number. "The home address is set to some strange place." He just laughed it off. "Oh, that. One of my guys' car broke down the other day. I let him use mine to drop someone off." "Okay, no problem," I said, smiling into the phone. I ended the call and pulled up the navigation history. That villa address was listed seventeen times, every single one on a day Victor was supposedly "out of town on business." I fired up the engine and drove.

When I report at Brookley College, I'm told that Deborah Larson has already completed the enrolment. She's also moved into the villa my father bought for me. She and my fiancé have already become a renowned loving couple on campus. I feel the calluses on my fingers from years of playing the guitar. This is so creepy. If she's Deborah Larson, then who am I? And is this contemptuous man before me really my fiancé?