What Is A Devouring Mother

Alexi Marie A. Cervantez is falling in love with her driver. The driver named Enrico P. Acosta secretly admired her since first day. There love is not easy because they hide it to the parents of the girl. Are they gonna fight their relationship or not?

I was raised to be invisible. In the kingdom of Avelaine, a maid’s life is meant to pass quietly—unnoticed and unchanged. I knew my place in the halls of Hawthorne Palace, until Prince Roman Davenport looked at me as though I was something more than a shadow. He belonged to the crown. I belonged to silence. What grew between us was never spoken aloud. It lived in careful glances, restrained words, and moments stolen where no one was meant to see. Loving him was dangerous—not because of scandal, but because it asked for something I was never meant to have. In a world ruled by duty and inheritance, some desires are not forbidden by law… but by reality itself.

"Menikahlah denganku karena aku sangat memerlukan rahimmu untuk mengandung anakku. Aku akan memberikanmu apa saja." (Alfred Simon Clark). Tentu saja, wanita bernama Amanda Jean Heather menolaknya, terlebih lagi ia telah memiliki seorang kekasih yang sangat ia cintai. Tentu saja mereka juga saling mencintai satu sama lain. Apalagi, di rumah itu ia hanya murni untuk bekerja sebagai seorang pengasuh anak, tidak lebih. Namun, beberapa waktu setelahnya, kekasih Amanda berselingkuh dan tentu saja ia mengetahuinya, pria itu berhasil membuat Amanda sakit hati dan marah. Dengan semua tekat bulatnya, ia pun akhirnya menyetujui tawaran yang diberikan oleh majikannya itu. Sebuah pernikahan yang jelas-jelas hanya memerlukan rahimnya saja. Impian Alfred dan juga mendiang Ibunya pun akhirnya terwujud, ia memiliki seorang anak laki-laki dari Amanda, tapi Amanda tak meminta balasan apa pun atas semua jasanya itu. Setelah mendapatkan apa yang di inginkan oleh Alfred, bagaimana dengan hubungan di antara Amanda dan juga Alfred selanjutnya? Akankah mereka tetap bercerai sesuai dengan kontrak yang telah di buat oleh Alfred sebelumnya?

Eva and Samuel meet through Eva's best friend, you could say it was love at first sight. As time goes by, things begin to get complicated in this love affair. Will they be able to overcome the problems that arise along the way?

[RATED 19+ CONTENT AHEAD] "This is the last time, Thea." He thrust himself entirely into me, and I whimpered. "Yes, Daddy." That was the lie we told ourselves. *** He was my father's best friend. The man I called "Uncle Stellan." Now, my father is gone, and Stellan Vaughn is my new guardian. My new boss. He’s cold, ruthless, and the most powerful man in New York. He’s supposed to protect me, to guide me. But at my father's funeral, when his dark eyes met mine, what I saw wasn't comfort. It was a hunger that lit a matching fire in me. That's when I realized, there was no going back for this man and me, nor were we prepared to experience both of our lives getting f**ked over. He thinks I’m an innocent, grieving girl. He doesn't know I'm just as broken as he is. He doesn't know I want his control to shatter. He's the one man I can never have. The one man who could destroy my future. And the only one I'm willing to sin for.

Paano kung matapos ang isang masakit na pangyayari sa buhay mo ay alukin ka ng isang bilyonaryo na maging “contract mommy”? “You can return the favor by being a contract mother to my daughter,” ani ng gwapong bilyonaryo. “H-Huh?” gulantang na tugon ni Vivienne. Batid niyang hindi siya makatanggi dahil ito ang nagligtas ng kanyang buhay. “I’ll pay you 2.5 million per month, but first… divorce your husband,” aniya. Alam ni Vivienne na wala siyang kahit piso kapag iniwan ang asawa, at ni ang sariling anak ay ayaw sa kanya. “S-Sige! Bigyan mo ‘ko ng isang linggo…” sagot niya, at ngumiti ang bilyonaryo. “One week… That’s a deal,” sagot nito, tiyak na wala na siyang takas.

" "You were just for entertainment to pass time," Damon continued, his voice carrying across the silent hall. Throwing Fiona out into the cold. Later, she was in his father's bed. The Alpha King claimed his son's rejected mate as his bride. Now Fiona rules the pack as their Queen—and Damon's stepmother. But the baby growing inside her belongs to the wrong Alpha. When father and son discover her secret, only one will let her live.

My Alpha mate Kieran ordered our eight-year-old son to burn my mother alive because his Omega assistant accused me of killing her pet dog out of spite. Kieran's eyes were filled with impatience and disgust. "You're supposed to be our pack's respected Luna. Why would you target an innocent Omega? Whatever harm her pet suffered, your mother will endure the same. Your mother is paying the price for your jealousy!" I fell to my knees, begging Kieran to spare my mother. But he commanded our seven-year-old son Owen to light the fire himself. My son didn't hesitate for a second as he threw the torch into the pile of wood. "That's what you get for always going against Aunt Sera!" I screamed and cried, desperately begging them to help me put out the flames. "Please, I'm begging you, take my mother to the healing center..." "Enough, Aria. Your mother is still lying in the hospital bed. That's just a training dummy. Stop putting on this pathetic act." After saying that, father and son walked away without looking back. They didn't know that it really was my mother burning in those flames. But when I finally gave up on them and left, why did they both come crawling back, begging me to return?

My daughter and my husband didn't look alike at all. My father-in-law always complained about it, accusing me of cheating. In the end, he even took my daughter to get a paternity test done. As expected, they were not blood related. My father-in-law told his son to divorce me and not to give me anything. My husband even wanted to kill my daughter by choking her. "I've been raising another man's daughter all this while! I'll be humiliated as long as she's alive!" I immediately threw the paternity test report involving my husband and my father-in-law at them. This time, it's my mother-in-law that was nervous as I looked them in the eyes and said, "Why don't you take a good look and see who is the one who is not blood related!"

At a dinner party, my genius painter of a husband, Henry Shepherd, used his hands, hands insured for millions, to shell crabs for his young assistant, Tamara Lee. This was all to coax her into eating a few bites when she claimed she had no appetite. Meanwhile, I drank myself into a bloody mess, trying to secure investments for him. When I asked him to hand me some antacids, he refused without even looking up. “These hands are for painting. Use your own.” For ten years, he couldn’t even be bothered to change the way he treated me. That night, as I sobered up in the cold wind, I asked my lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. "Henry, in this vast, chaotic world, our paths end here," I said inwardly