Two Wrongs Make A Right

I confirmed Vincent Lowe was cheating on me on the day of our third wedding anniversary. The dining table was filled with dishes, yet he barely touched his fork before heading out the door. "Where are you going?" I asked. His answer was unnervingly straightforward. "A friend's treating me to dinner. Cassidy Mason—you know her, right? It's a free meal. It'd be a waste not to accept." An hour later, however, I received a voice message from Cassidy. In the message, Vincent's voice was lighter and livelier—so different from how he ever sounded with me. "They say you should marry someone you can truly enjoy a meal with. I really regret meeting you so late. If only I had known you earlier, I would've married you instead." I listened in silence. Then, alone at the table, I finished every last bite of the meal I had prepared. Afterward, I left a divorce agreement behind.

"Willing to wait and still hoping na makilala si Mr. Right! kahit na trenta anyos na ako ay hindi ako kinakabahan na hindi makapag-asawa! Ilang bilyon ba ang tao sa mundo? Kahit isa naman siguro sa mga iyon ay may inilaan si Lord sa akin hindi ba?" ALYANNA Paano mo masasabi kung ang isang lalake ay ang siyang nakatadhana para sa iyo? Ito ang ang palaging tanong ng marami, pero sa katauhan ni Aya na isang probinsiya at hindi hinahanap ang pag-ibig ay bigla na lang itong nanghina ng makita ang isang lalakeng inakala nitong dayo sa lugar nila. Ito ay si Marcus Napoleon, ang anak ng gobernor sa Ilocos Sur. Isang modulo sa Manila na napilitan lang umuwi ng Ilocus Sur dahil sa pakiusap ng ama nito. Pero hindi nito inakala na sa pag-uwi muli nito ay makilala nito si Aya Ramos. Maganda at simpleng dalaga pero brusko ang dating. Hindi maganda ang pagkikita ng dalawa ng sa unang beses na magtagpo ang mga landas ng mga ito ay parang mga aso't pusa ang dalawa. Pero sa muling pagkikita ni Marcus at Aya ay biglang maiiba ang ihip ng hangin. Magkakaroon ng spark at liwanag ang paligid ni Aya na hindi nito maintindihan sa tuwing makikita nitong nakakatitig dito si Marcus. Ito na kaya ang pinakahihintay na pag-ibig ng dalaga o mag-iiwan lang ito ng isang masakit na alala sa buhay ni Aya? Sabay-sabay nating abangan ang kuwento ni Marcus at Aya, at kung paanong ang isang tao na inakala mong mali para sa iyo ay magiging siyang pinaka tamang tao na inilaan ng Diyos sayo.

Zara Lowry once gave her heart to Yosef Webb, her boss and savior, risking everything in a whirlwind of passion. To him, however, she was nothing more than a reliable cog in his corporate machine.She was done with that, though.Yosef could not stand Zara's cool-headedness, her logic, her self-sufficiency. Yet, he eventually found the warmth and adoration he longed for in her eyes.Her eyes, however, were looking elsewhere. ***[In this story, neither the hero nor the heroine is perfect. This is not your typical tale of a successful female lead. Yosef is a jerk, but is later changed to become a man who would do anything for love. This is a tale of a tsundere man, and it takes many chapters for the two of them to reconcile.

"You belong only to me, Mabel and if you try to run, I'll kidnap you and lock you up till all you can think about is me," he promised her and her heart skipped a beat at his words. She was appalled, his words weren't supposed to affect her. Christian Romero, the most powerful man in the country, was supposed to be a mission to Mabel. All she had to do was to get him to fall in love with her and then destroy him to save the lives of her family. How hard could it be? He however turns out to be the arrogant stranger whom she assaulted and who promised her revenge. To make matters worse, she finds herself falling for the same man she was supposed to destroy. Her family or the man she loved, she had to choose one and lose one. Wasn't there a way she could have it all and finally be happy?

"You want to be free of me so badly you'll throw yourself into danger?" he asked. "I have nothing left to lose, Eddie. They already took my friends and my freedom. You keep me locked aside, and I have to watch you sleeping around even in our house. What does freedom cost when the price of staying is my soul?" "I will never divorce you, Maggie," he stated, his voice final. "You are mine, and this marriage ends when I say it ends. And not because of some childish, self-destructive tantrum." Maggie Grayson built her global empire on cold calculation and a profound need for independence. But her arranged marriage to the powerful CEO Eddie Grayson is not a union-it's a high-stakes, public prison. When Maggie's emotionally abusive family publicly humiliates her, Eddie does nothing, revealing the true nature of their toxic bond. Seeking a way out, Maggie throws herself into a scandal, only to discover Eddie isn't merely possessive; he's actively leveraging her trauma and her successful company to build a corporate dynasty that will guarantee her absolute, permanent captivity. Now, caught between a husband determined to be her "sculptor" and a father willing to destroy her company to regain control, Maggie knows the only way to break free is to turn the cold, ruthless mask she wears into a devastating weapon. She's not just fighting for a divorce; she's fighting for her very soul. To survive, Maggie must dismantle her gilded cage brick by brick, even if it means destroying the man who holds the key.

BLURB When Ember Vaughn's long-awaited shift reveals a weak white wolf, she's forced into a desperate bid for survival. Sold as a substitute bride, she discovers her mate in Alpha Landon Blackthorn - but their love is short-lived. His infidelity shatters her heart, and she's banished, left to face the darkness alone. Fate intervenes when Alpha Kieran Blackthorn, Landon's stepbrother, claims Ember as his mate. As they build a new life together, the ghosts of her past refuse to fade. Landon's obsession with Ember's child sparks a deadly rivalry between the two Alphas. Torn between loyalty and love, Ember must navigate treacherous pack politics and ancient secrets. But when a shocking betrayal threatens to destroy everything, she's forced to make a choice: surrender to the shadows or rise as the Luna she was born to be. Will Ember find redemption and love, or will the tangled web of power and deceit consume her?

#R18 She does nothing but melts at his touch, crave for every inch of his shaft. His fingertips are like magic, trailing her soft skin like ushers of the wind. It's hard to resist his touch and when he thrusts in her? She doesn't want him to stop. **** Amelia's life spiraled into misery when she got caught in the webs of slavery by the ruthless mafia Don, Alessandro DeMarco. As a punishment for trying to infiltrate his mafia organisation, he made her his slave and she was bound to work for him forever. Amelia struggled with the pain of betrayal and mistrust. Her boyfriend, who claimed to love her led her into the webs of destruction and even betrayed her when he ought to stand in for her. Amelia accepted her fate and agreed to work for the Don but as she continued to work for him as a loyal servant, she remained his assets; one bound forever to the Deadly mafia Don. What happens when love trips in? Will Alessandro be able to control his feelings for her? Will Amelia suppress the urge to keep spreading her legs for the Mafia Don as he always made her wet!

I walked in on my husband fucking another woman on my dresser. He didn't even notice me standing there. Four years of marriage, two years without being touched and a thousand small cruelties that I swallowed because I thought being his wife was better than being alone. Turns out, he was already planning to throw me away. He just wanted to do it on his terms, after he'd finished destroying whatever was left of me. Then I met Cameron Tucker. He's patient, kind and looks at me like I'm the only woman in the room. When I finally broke down and asked him to remind me what it felt like to be wanted, he didn't hesitate. Now my husband wants me back. He's following and watching me. He already put Cameron in the hospital once, and he's not done yet. They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. They haven't met a man who has everything to lose.

“Roll your fingers into your cunt, fuck your pussy fast, and spill every inch of your juice on my face, cause I want to taste you. Right here and now!” * My best friend’s dad and I hate each other. Or so we thought. It used to be a tug of war for us. He thinks I am a lousy girl who has nothing to worry about, and I think he is a cold man who hides pain and mischief behind that hard-angled face of his. But all of that changed when I bumped into him stroking his cock and moaning my name to the picture I posted on IG to spike my still very obsessed ex. I had many plans for the years, but none included fucking my best friend’s dad during the Christmas celebration she had informed me of. But I did, and every day after that became dangerous, pulling us deeper and deeper into places only cock and cunt could reach. I am just a broken girl. One who saw herself as someone unworthy of love, until I found it in the wrongest of places. I shouldn’t want it. I shouldn’t desire him, but it started as lust and whirled into something dangerous. Now he makes me cum every night and makes me laugh every day, but at what expense do I have to keep us? I have a dream, and it's about two people who shouldn't want each other. 80 forbidden percent and….20 percent Damnation. Hello!!!! And… welcome to Ruins!

When my mother won a million dollars from a lottery ticket, she prepared an envelope for each of her three children. After we opened them, my younger brother and younger sister each found a bank card inside. But from my envelope, two 1-dollar coins clinked onto the floor. Seeing me freeze, a trace of unease flickered across Mother's face. "Cassian," she said hesitantly, "Logan and Sienna suffered a lot growing up because your father passed away so early. So I gave each of them 500 thousand dollars as compensation. "You're the eldest son—like a father to them. Don't fight with them over this, okay?" I glanced down at the faded down jacket I had worn for years, the fabric so worn that it had lost its color. Then, my eyes drifted to my younger brother's limited-edition sneakers and to the designer bag slung over my sister's shoulder. Mother seemed to have forgotten that when Father died, I had only been eight. I smiled faintly. "Alright. I won't fight them for it." Hearing this, Mother let out a long breath of relief. The next second, my voice turned cold. "Then I won't fight for the responsibility of supporting you in your old age either."