What Is A Fantasy

How rich can a person be? My wife is incredibly rich. People call her "The Queen of Cloudridge" because nearly half the city's properties are owned by her. We've been married for five years, and every time she goes out to meet her first love, she transfers a property to my name. By the time I have 99 homes in my name, she suddenly notices that something has changed. I no longer cry, beg, or ask her to stay. I simply choose the finest mansion in all of Cloudridge, bring the property deed with me, and wait for her to sign it. She signs the papers, and for the first time, she softens. "When I get back, let's go watch the fireworks together." I quietly tuck the agreement away and hum in response. But I never tell her what she's really signed this time. It's not a property deed. It's our divorce agreement.

Karim Walton, CEO of Walton Pharma Group, offered Adira to marry him for two years. She agreed out of love and got pregnant midway through her two-year contract. The night of his birthday, Karim found her sleeping with his stepbrother while Adira caught him naked and having sex with Ryza. It was a mistake that led Karim to strangle her and lose his unborn son. He had just arrived at the hospital when his bodyguard greeted him. " Boss, Maam Adira has left her room. " " Where is she? " " A powerful rich man took her up. " " What? Find her and bring her back! " “ No way, boss; your wife now is more powerful than you. We are powerless to take her back. ” Five years later, a group of luxury cars passed beside him at the airport. He was stunned upon seeing his wife get out of the luxury car. She was escorted by a group of bodyguards while holding a four-year-old boy who resembled him. When the CEO realized his mistake, he seemed to lose his GAME.

"You are mine." He growled across my skin and burrowed his face at the base of my neck. I held my breath in fear when I heard the animalistic sound he made. I gasped as he pulled me into his arms. He was strong but also gentle, and his touch sent tingles down my spine. I gulped hard as I felt his lips grazing a soft spot on my neck. I could hardly breathe at this point. Please", he murmured, his lips close to my ear, his breath warm. "Don't leave me." I almost moaned out loud as he nipped on my right ear lope. Amelia Allen always dreamed of becoming a historian like her mother. After another death of her loved ones, Amelia moves to a small town to seek the comfort it had to offer and busy herself in her next project, to find the town's history. Everything is not what it seems and soon, Amelia finds herself in the middle of a world she did not even know existed outside of fictional novels and movies. Not only does the town hold some historical secrets, but several creatures of the night appear, craving her blood and her heart as her senses heighten. Throw in a cold-hearted, sexy, possessive Lycan King who claims she is his destined mate, her life seamlessly goes haywire.

The day we were meant to be mated, my Alpha, Ford, was ambushed. Silver bullets shredded his car, sending it plunging off a bridge and into the river below. He was pronounced dead. Drowned. I was left pregnant with his heir, shattered by the raw agony of our severed mate bond. Then Ford's twin, Aiden, returned from abroad with his mate, Kyra. His identical face and a scent so similar to my mate's nearly drove me mad. A desperate part of me swore Ford was still alive. I told myself it was just grief. A widow's delusion. Until I overheard a hushed conversation and the horrifying truth slammed into me: the man pretending to be Aiden was Ford. He had faked his death. He'd let his own brother die in his place, all for Kyra—the other woman carrying his child. The grief that had crippled me instantly morphed into a cold, sharp rage. Ford didn't just break our bond; he shattered it. And I would make him pay. I wiped my tears and sent a single message to my brother, Billy, the Alpha of the Winterstone Pack. "Brother, I need a plane crash. He loves faking his death? Fine. Let him feel what it's like to truly lose a mate." Only when the news of my "death" spread did Ford reclaim his name. He knelt for seven days and nights in the ashes of the home we once shared, consumed by a grief of his own making.

After Letitia was sold to the Duke of Kerstone, the least she expected was the Duke telling her they were to get married. To say she was bewildered was an understatement. *** "Married?" She echoed his voice in the carriage and the man simply nodded his green emeralds twinkling in delight. Why he seemed happy, she had no absolute idea. He was getting married to her! An uncouth, rude woman! He knew nothing about her! Why in hell does he seem happy?! *** She had planned to marry the man that she loved and he loved her in return and not just jump into the marriage with a man, even though handsome and warm, she didn't know a thing about, though it was the custom and norms of the society very well known to her as well. But what choice did she have? She was sold. He had bought her. She belonged to him now. All of her. Her body and her soul. She had one thing to be thankful for though. Escaping the evil clutches of her Stepmother and her two daughters. Her situation was like jumping from fire into hot oil. Except the hot oil wasn't all that very much bad. Will she agree to marry him or just go along with her plan of running away? But, everyone has a dark side... A dark part they so badly want to bury, a secret they want to keep... Even if it's impossible. But when that secret is threatened after thrown into a life of dramas and setups? Will that secret remain a secret to the end? That dark side, would it still be buried until the end? Letitia really hoped it did. Find out in *THE DUKE'S BRIDE IS A MONSTER!* COVER DOESN'T BELONG TO ME. CREDITS TO OWNER.

"I'll make you regret the day you ever crossed me, Damien West!" Emelia's voice trembles with rage, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. Damien's grin widens, his eyes glinting with a mocking amusement. "Oh, come on then, baby," he drawls, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Teach me a lesson. Show me how angry you are. " *     *       * After three years of marriage, Emelia Carter is drugged by her  husband and has her kidney harvested and given to his mistress. She is left heartbroken by the truth of her husband's and younger sister’s affair  Fueled with anger, she travels abroad and goes into a contract marriage with the comatose heir of a Billion Dollar Company. When she returns to get revenge on her ex husband, she finds out that the man had long disappeared and in his place was his twin brother, A man with a dark past. Ashton West had overthrown his brother and taken his fortunes. He is hellbent on destroying his brother and mother. He doesn't expect to fall in love to his brother's ex wife, now he would do anything to have her, but she still mistakes him for his brother. Ashton knows he can't reveal his identity yet, he is still determined to make her fall for him. It's easier said than done, because Emelia Carter hated her Ex husband more than anyone else in the world. Will he manage to make her fall for him? what would she think when she finds out his true identity?

Nagpakasal ako sa lalaking tinatawag na pangit at inutil ng aking pamilya, pero tagapagmana pala at isa sa pinakamayamang tao sa Pilipinas. *** Nakahandang ibenta ni Rosita ang sarili sa mababang halaga, mabayaran lang ang utang ng mga taong itinuring na niyang mga magulang. Pero inalok siya ng limang milyong piso ng matandang nakabili sa kaniya. Ang kapalit? Pakasalan niya ang anak-anakan nito. Kapalit ang malaking halaga ay pumayag si Rosita na pakasal sa estranghero. Ang hindi niya alam, ubod ng pangit ang lalaking kailangan niyang pakasalan. Wala siyang nagawa kundi pumayag sa kasal at ibigay ang sarili sa pangit na lalaki, pero hindi ang kaniyang puso. Sigurado siyang hinding-hindi niya mamahalin ang katulad ni Sixto na pangit na nga, utusan pa sa Villa Hernandez. Dumating sa buhay niya si Hanz Concepcion—guwapo, simpatico, haciendero at gusto siyang agawin mula sa pangit niyang asawa. Paano kung ang inaakala nilang patay na—magbabalik bilang pinakamayaman at isa sa pinakaguwapong lalaki sa bansa? Titibok na kaya ang puso ni Rosita para sa asawa? Paano kung may ibang babae na pala sa buhay nito? Nakahanda ba siyang ilaban ang pagiging asawa niya—lalo pa't may anak sila?

Good luck and Bad luck. Sometimes it's just a matter of perspective. With a little bit of both. Font Pride & Prejudice

They called her "mad." The woman who once ruled Zhou's halls with laughter and grace now sat hollow in a white cell. Rose Sallow had lost everything. Her inheritance. Her child... her little boy, whose last breath faded against her trembling arms after the poison took hold. Her husband, Duke Sallow, once sworn to never leave her, now stood beside another. Lisa Zhou. Her cousin. Her sister in all but blood Now the new "Madam Sallow." She was carrying Duke’s child, the 'heir' he publicly acknowledged as his first child, and Rose's son’s name was erased from the family records. In the mental hospital room, she laughed when they handed her the divorce papers. That night, Rose decided to end it all. But fate, cruel, capricious fate, had other plans. When her eyes fluttered open, she didn’t find herself among the angels. She was staring at her reflection in a golden mirror, and on the bed behind her was her wedding gown. It was her wedding day. A chance to change it all. To rewrite fate. But as she rose from the bed, a shiver crawled down her spine. There, on the vanity, a note written in red... "Congrats... You have been granted a second chance." Then came the knock. Three slow, deliberate taps on the door. She froze. “Lady Rose?” a deep voice called. It wasn’t Duke’s voice. Softer, steadier, yet commanding. “Forgive the intrusion, but… I couldn’t wait any longer.” She opened the door. Standing there was a man she had never seen before. He bowed slightly, eyes dark as midnight. “Marry me,” he said simply. In her first life, this had never happened. No mysterious man. No interruption. No warning. Why now?

An aspiring journalist with a strong sense of justice. A reluctant mafia heir. And a mystery box that binds them. Twenty years ago, Nicolette Meyers witnessed the brutality of the Sticks mafia family. Twenty years later, she made it her mission to bring them down using her pen name ‘Nico Sticks’. Unfortunately, her editor stole her idea and took all the benefits before firing her. And her only consolation was a mystery box from a fan. When a blind, homeless man offered her bank cards in exchange of being her tenant, she accepted the offer not realizing he is the real ‘Nico Sticks’ – the newly-crowned heir of the Sticks family. Steffan Miller was a loyal foot soldier for the mafia until he was appointed to become the head. When his box was stolen and was sent to Nicolette, he pretended to be homeless to search for it. When the police force learned the name of the new mafia leader, it became a cat and mouse chase between them and the police force with Nicolette becoming the perfect patsy for Steffan’s operations. When strong attraction and forbidden emotions got mixed in the mission, does betrayal taste sweeter when it comes from the man you love?