Voice Acting Lines

(First Generation 3) 'Ang taong gipit, sa patalim kumakapit..' Nang madiagnosed ng cancer ang anak ni Mari Ysabela Fallorina ay napilitan siyang tanggpin ang offer ng isang aroganteng bilyonaryo na si Vincent Veda Lee. She will pretend as his mistress to make his wife jealous at hindi na ituloy ang divorce laban sa lalaki kapalit ng malaking halaga. Dapat ay acting lang ang lahat pero bakit pakiramdam niya ay nahulog na siya sa kanyang boss na mala-oppa? At bakit parang nahulog na rin ang loob nito sa kanya? Maniniwala ba siyang tunay ang nararamdaman nito gayong bago pa lang naman silang magkakilala? Paano kung matuklasan niya ang isang nakaraan na babago sa pagtingin nila sa isa't isa?

“Did I really sleep with my boss?” That’s the first thing that hits me when I walk into Sterling Company….and see the man who shared my hotel room, played strip poker with me, and gave me the hottest night of my life. Alexander Sterling. CEO. Untouchable. Acting like he doesn’t know me. Fine. I can play that game. Until he hands me a marriage contract. Six months. No feelings. A huge payout. And I’m desperate enough to say yes—because my toxic ex is blackmailing me, my sister is trying to steal my job and my boss, and I need the money. But there’s one problem: I’m pregnant. And I don’t know if the father is my billionaire fake husband…or the ex who won’t stay buried in my past. Now my life is unraveling fast, and my heart might be next.

Kara Hatchett once dreamed of Derrick Whitney’s love. Why shouldn’t she? He married her after all. But three years have passed since her secret marriage to the billionaire, and Derrick seems to dislike her more than ever. Even worse, his ex-college sweetheart, Jade Black is back in town after breaking his heart and stealing from his family before she left, but Derrick seems to have forgiven her. Even worse, he’s publicly in love with her, and acting like the doting boyfriend even if he refuses to acknowledge her as his girlfriend. So, with only two months left in their contract, Kara knows their marriage is over. She’s ready to bury the remnants of her unrequited love for him and move on with her life, ready to divorce Derrick and leave him without looking back. But Derrick isn’t letting her go…

{Warning: R-18} "No, please don't do this to me," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "Have I ever shown mercy to anyone, my dear Mate? Why should you be an exception?" he retorted, his voice oozing with malice. "Please, I beg you, don't do this to me," she pleaded, her words barely audible amidst her sobs,"Why are you doing this? It's so painful. I hate you. Please stop." "How dare you try to escape from me? Do you think you have the courage to defy me?" he snarled, his voice dripping with venomous rage. "I'm sorry, please, I promise I won't repeat this mistake. Please, have mercy," she pleaded, her words forming a desperate melody. "Your begging is like sweet music to my ears, Angel," he taunted, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure,"You dared to run away from our marriage. Today, I am going to show you the extent of my power." "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!"

I was a semi-retired actress, joining a divorce reality show with my billionaire husband. "I want a divorce." Facing the camera, I spoke calmly. Off-camera, Hector Sinclair frowned as he reviewed the scene with me. "You need to show more emotion when you say it. That’s what will get people talking, stir up discussion, and drive the views. "Otherwise, who’s going to believe you really want to divorce me? They’ll just think you’re acting again. “Use your head. I can’t guide you every step of the way." Yeah. To outsiders, I was nothing more than a pretty face—vain, shallow, and talentless. Meanwhile, he was a shrewd and cultured businessman, commanding a fortune worth billion. No one believed I would willingly give up the title of Mrs. Sinclair, not even Hector himself. However, he had no idea that this time, I meant it.

Ten years ago, I ditched a high-paying job for my family. A decade later, they asked for my kidney—supposedly for my daughter, Talia. Turns out, the real patient was Hudson's first love's son. They didn't even fake remorse. Hudson sneered, convinced I couldn't survive without him. Talia called me old and fat, acting like I should be grateful to help Bianca's kid. A whole decade of sacrifice, and what did I get? No love. No thanks. Just entitlement. To them, I was nothing but a free, disposable maid. So I walked. No regrets. I rebuilt my life, found a job, and never looked back. Then reality smacked them. Hudson and Talia finally realized everything I'd done. They begged me to come back—but my heart was already stone-cold. In the end, I left the country, threw myself into work, and finally learned what it meant to live.

Blurb I WOULD NOT MARRY HIM AND THAT'S ON PERIOD!!! Echoes of my voice filled the room, immediately followed by a dead silence. It's been barely two minutes since my parents exposed their long hidden secret of marrying me off to someone I know nothing..... absolutely nothing about. "Diana please", comes my mom's voice, she sounds broken but I don't care "You're doing this to save us all" "What's the worse that could happen" I yelled back immediately "than marrying me off to a bastard" "Hello Diana" comes a voice embodied in masculinity, different from the one I'm used too but least unique enough to steal my attention.

"You think you can hunt us in our own territory, little star?" Cain's voice is velvet wrapped around steel as he and his brothers flank me in the shadowy alley. "We know exactly who you are." I was a cop. Then my brother's mutilated corpse turned up in a ditch and every piece of blood-soaked evidence screamed the Vultures MC's name. Three ruthless brothers who ruled through fear, pain, and absolute dominance. So I dyed my hair blonde, erased my identity, and walked straight into the devil's den. Their bar. Their territory. Their world of sin and savagery. I'd destroy them from within or die trying. But nothing prepared me for Cain's predatory stare that strips me bare with a glance. Or Jax's twisted smile that promises delicious torment. Or Ryder's brutal hands that pin me against cold brick while his breath burns against my neck, whispering dark threats that make my body betray every principle I've ever held. Now I'm drowning in their intoxicating darkness. Leather, blood, and raw masculine hunger that consumes everything in its path. They're marking me, claiming me, breaking me down piece by piece until I can't remember who I was before them. When I finally uncover the shocking truth about my brother's murder, everything I believed shatters. The real killer has been hiding in plain sight, and now I'm caught between two deadly worlds. My oath as a cop and my surrender to these beautiful monsters. But when the lines blur between justice and vengeance, between duty and desire, how far will I fall before I lose myself completely?

When undercover cop Alexander D’Angelo is assigned to infiltrate the infamous Romano crime family, he’s focused on one thing—revenge. The mission is simple: earn Lucian Romano’s trust, gather intel, and take the family down from the inside. But nothing about Lucian is simple. Drawn into Lucian’s world of violence, loyalty, and secrets, Alexander finds himself caught between duty and desire. As lines blur and truths unravel, will Alexander follow his badge—or his heart?

"You belong to me!" he said in his deep, husky voice, sending shivers down my spine. "And you are mine to love, princess!" His tone was full of possessiveness. "Let me go-" I started to protest, but he silenced me by pressing his index finger to my lips. "Shh, be quiet!" he whispered softly against my lips. I looked into his eyes, which were filled with desire and longing. "It's just you and me tonight, and I want to make it special for us," his strong voice sent chills down my spine. My heart raced as I felt his fingers at the edge of my dress, ready to tear it away. *"I'm about to do the most sinful things with you now, Jaan!"* His voice echoed in my ears. "I've waited long enough!" His voice grew deeper with desire. "No, please-"before I finish my sentence, he interrupted me as air rushed around my body. He ripped my dress in two pieces.