Villa Manakala

The day my mother brought her childhood sweetheart back to the villa, my father—who had already quit smoking—stood on the balcony and smoked through the entire night. Back then, his colleagues at the research institute all envied him for having a wife who was a CEO. They said he should have stayed home and enjoyed life—why work so hard outside when all he needed to do was keep a firm grip on the household finances? But my father never agreed. "Those things are all external," he would say. "As long as the feelings are still there, we'll be fine whether we're rich or poor. And if one day she no longer loves me, I'll leave with nothing and walk away alone." He never expected his words to become prophecy. My mother truly did stop loving him. Later, when she appeared before the media, arm in arm with that man, my father didn't look back. He boarded a flight overseas and disappeared from our lives. And as I stared at the photo in my social feed—my fiancée's hand entwined with someone else's—I knew it was time for me to leave too, just like my father had.

I secretly invite my in-laws over for the New Year, hoping to surprise my husband, Huxley Carlson. But the moment my father-in-law steps through the door, Huxley's secretary shoves him out. He slams into the shoe cabinet, throwing out his back. She sneers. "Who do you beggars think you are, strolling into Mr. Carlson's villa like this? You're this broke and still have the nerve to call yourself his father-in-law?" I immediately call for the housekeeper to help him, but the secretary blocks her. She even shoves my mother-in-law. "You really think you're the lady of the house?" she snaps. "Mr. Carlson hired the housekeeper to serve him, not to waste time on you or your useless parents." My mother-in-law is so enraged that she suffers a heart attack on the spot. I call Huxley in a panic, begging him to come to the hospital. But he sounds utterly unmoved. His voice is cold and mocking as he says, "Jen told me what happened. The nerve of you, bringing your parents to my house! Now you want me to rush to the hospital because your mom's pretending to be sick? "Tell them to get out! If she dies, she dies. Hell, maybe it's a blessing—just in time for the New Year!"

Viola Giovanni's hitherto boring life as an accountant becomes a lot more exciting when, one night, after closing late from work, she stumbles on a murder scene. The perpetrator? Only the notorious mafia boss, Alvarez Italo- one of the most powerful, most ruthless men in the country. She first-hand sees proof of it that night. And he sees her. He definitely knows she's a problem; a witness. While, to her surprise, he lets her live, he doesn't let her go. And it will take her a while to realize that she's been caught in the web of a dangerous obsession with one of the most lethal men out there When he begins to feature in her life in unsettling ways- stalking her, breaking into her house, leaving her notes, as well as nearly blowing off the head of a possible boyfriend, she realizes that she's in deep trouble. She tries to run… That is when he kidnaps her and confines her to his villa, to be released on the condition that she falls in love with him. Viola tells him it will be over her dead body. And in the ensuing struggle between brain and heart, as she promises to hate him for life, Alvarez swears that she will be his come hell or high water.

For Ginny, graduation day should have marked the end of one chapter of her life. Little did she know, her mother's announcement on that day would bring her into the whirlwind of surprises and challenges.When Ginny's mother revealed her remarriage with Fernando Stevens, Ginny's world turned upside down. The idea of her mother finding happiness was heartwarming, but the shock came when she met her soon-to-be stepfather and discovered he had identical triplets as sons. Triplets who were strangely familiar, and not in a good way. As they moved into their family villa, Ginny's mother dropped the bombshell: these triplets were her high school tormentors, the bullies who had haunted her for four years, leaving scars that still haunted her. And worse, one of them had taken her virginity. But life has a way of surprising us, and the triplets were not the same people they once were. They sought forgiveness, genuinely remorseful for their immature actions in high school. Ginny, however, couldn't easily forgive the traumas of the past. As Ginny tries to navigate her complex emotions, she discovers their real identities. In a world of supernatural beings, where werewolves exist, Ginny's life becomes a treacherous dance between her feelings for the triplets and the danger lurking in the shadows. Will Ginny choose love and forgiveness or revenge?

"I celebrated my divorce with a party. I ended the night in my ex-husband’s bed. Now, I’m carrying a secret he’ll never let me escape." Seraphina Rossi is finally free. After three years of being the "invisible wife" to the cold and powerful Dominic Thorne, the divorce papers are signed. To celebrate, Seraphina throws a "Good Riddance" party, intent on dancing her way into a new life. But Dominic doesn’t like a spectacle. When he crashes the party to drag her home, the argument turns into a night of regrettable, white-hot passion. One "mistaken" night later, Seraphina wakes up to a cold shoulder and a legal document—Dominic wants to make sure their "lapse in judgment" doesn't cost him a dime. Hurt and furious, she signs it and flees to a remote villa to start over. But the morning sickness catches up faster than her flight. Now, Seraphina is pregnant with the Thorne heir, and Dominic has just arrived at her doorstep with a terrifying revelation: The divorce was a mistake. The papers have been "lost." And he’s not leaving until he claims every inch of what belongs to him. "You’re still my wife, Seraphina. And I don’t share what’s mine."

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] Maisie is raised on a remote private island owned by her wealthy, controlling family. As the eldest daughter of her parents, she is groomed from childhood to be the perfect and obedient woman. Her every move is strictly monitored, and any defiance is met with harsh discipline from her misogynistic father. While her siblings are afforded freedom, Maisie feels like a caged bird whose spirit is slowly being crushed under the weight of her family's antiquated traditions. She dreams of one day spreading her wings. However, her glimmer of hope is abruptly extinguished when her father informs her he has arranged for her to marry the notoriously cold and ruthless son of a business associate in a strategic move to strengthen the family's corporate empire. Though apprehensive about being shackled to a man rumored to be a beast, Maisie agrees, desperate to finally earn her father's approval and love. The wedding takes place and Maisie is whisked away to her new husband's chilling villa, a place as bleak as its master. Will Maisie find freedom and happiness in her new home, or has she merely been transported to a new hell? Can she tame the beast and thaw his frozen heart? Or will their union finally tear Maisie's soul apart?

“The client requested natural conception.” At night, in a luxurious villa, Adela lay naked on the bed. The room was dark. She stared at the blurry patterns on the ceiling, her palms already drenched with sweat. The sound of water flowing from the bathroom gradually stopped. Adela struggled to breathe, her heart pounding as if it were about to jump out of her chest. This was her first time, but she wasn’t here as a lover. She was here as a surrogate mother. The bathroom door was pushed open. From the narrow gap came a warm yellow light. A man, wrapped in a towel, stepped out. Adela couldn’t see his face clearly, only sensing that he was a tall and imposing figure. …… Adela initially thought this was just a transaction—she needed money to fend off the ruthless men who came knocking because of her father’s gambling debts. But what she didn’t expect was for her fate to become entangled with this man. He was a man of absolute power and dominance, yet every time she was on the brink of despair, he was the one who held her up. More importantly, as time went on, Adela began to uncover the truth about her own identity. Her real family—her true origins—were deeply connected to this man. Their destinies became even more intertwined, especially after she gave birth to their child…

Demonise was a woman who loved a man named Fergus De Villa with all of her heart. But her three years of suffering from a marriage that was like hell made her realized that it was not worth it anymore. However, when she was already willing to let go, he became furious and wild. Trapping her and owning her again and again, she decided to hide and go away. After five years playing hide and seek, she found herself in an auction and was being bought by a man. A man that was her nightmare five years ago. Nevertheless, there was a secret that she shouldn't spill out. A secret that would surely trap her in his arms forever. Will she be able to forgive him after she became his slave? Will their past be a hindrance? Or will their toxic relationship becomes her sweetest nightmare? "I gave you five years of freedom. I guess it's time for you to come home." He whispered near her ears as his fingers were crawling under her shirt. "I miss you. Specially when you're under me. Naked." **** WARNING! Only 18+ are allowed to read this dark story of mine. Thank you! PS: 'CLAIMED BY MY EX-HUSBAND' is the story of their son Black De Villa. It's also available here!

My parents have invited all of their relatives and friends to our villa for a nice gathering to celebrate their golden anniversary. Isabel Atkinson, my wife who works as a model, suddenly calls me on the phone and claims that she needs to attend an urgent meeting hosted by her client. Before it's my turn to give a speech on the stage, my assistant suddenly hands my phone over to me. "Mr. Marsh, you might want to take a look at this…" The screen shows a social media post made by Miles Horton, an intern designer at our company. "At this moment, she belongs to me and me only." In the photo, Isabel can be seen sitting in a dimly-lit room. A few plain-looking dishes decorate the table. Her hair is slightly messy, but she continues to smile at the elder next to her. A cold, mocking smile appears on my face. It turns out that her so-called emergency meeting is a family gathering with Miles. I leave a comment in the comments section. "The food looks pretty tasty. I'd like to visit you next time." Chaos erupts on the social media feed instantly. Isabel calls me immediately. "Why are you being such a phony? You'd better delete the comment right now!" I just chuckle coldly as I end the call. Then, I send her a copy of the divorce papers I've drafted. Since Miles' matters are clearly more important to her, then she can forget about coming home forever.

In the seventh year of my engagement with Nathan Galloway, he has inherited everything from his dead older brother, including his newly widowed sister-in-law, Catherine Wilkins. Whenever Nathan is done sleeping with Catherine, he'll hug me and comfort me gently. "Just wait for a little longer, Jojo. Once Cathy gets pregnant, we'll have our own wedding." This is the Galloways' only condition for Nathan to inherit the family's assets. In the six months following his return to Ravelton, Nathan has visited Catherine's room 52 times. He initially started off with just one visit per month. But slowly, the visits have been increasing to the point that he now visits her once every two days. Finally, when I spend my 52nd sleepless night sitting in my room and waiting for Nathan's return, I receive the news of Catherine's pregnancy. But at the same time, the news of Nathan and Catherine's upcoming marriage breaks out as well. "Mommy, is someone getting married in this household?" As I stare at the wedding decorations in the villa, I just pull my son, Theo Huber, into a hug with a blank expression. "Yeah. Your daddy is about to marry the woman he loves. That's why it's time for us to move out." What Nathan doesn't know is that we Melshes couldn't care less about marriage.