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"Let's go easy, where is the child you gave birth to three years ago?" He asked as he placed down the gun. The confusion on her face was visible. She carried a frown as she looked up at him. She had never been pregnant in her life. So what was this man even asking her? Liz examined his face, tempted to ask if he was delusional. *** Liz is tormented by a dream she couldn’t fathom as a nightmare or a part of her imagination. A man she knows nothing about except from seeing him regularly on the news comes to her every night demanding for his child. Liz struggles trying to get answers to this disturbing nightmare and she discovers so many secrets she never thought of. But the question remained, did she ever get pregnant three years ago? And if she did, where was this child? And most importantly how did the man know so much about her?

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.

Ximena, a Colombian, 22-year-old student majoring in psychology, beautiful, passionate, brave, strong-minded and independent. She was forced to marry due to commitments from her adoptive parents, with a young millionaire named Angelo, who was secretly the heir to a powerful Sicilian mafia, who despises her, stating that she was a profiteer. This situation of tension caused her to ask him divorce and return to her native country to recover the businesses of her biological parents who died in an apparent accident, she finds a lot of opposition from her uncle who appropriated the companies and can't bear to hand them over, coincidentally she meets her ex-husband without recognizing each other , falling madly in love, leaning on their problems and fighting together against their enemies until they discover their secrets, breaking up again, hating each other, but wanting to be together, only a miracle can bring them together again, will it happen?, immerse yourself in this exciting story where you will discover this and other secrets.

I seduced his father for revenge-now, my ex-boyfriend's daddy is obsessed with me. --- Everything in my life was beautiful. I had built a career for myself. I had a loving boyfriend. But my world shattered when I found out my fiancé was having an affair with my best friend. To make things worse, his mother blamed me for his cheating. Heartbroken, I approached his father—not to seduce him, just to ask for advice. But one thing led to another, and that night turned into something unexpected—something hot. I secretly recorded the audio of us together... and sent it to my ex and his mother. Then I disappeared from their lives. Two years later, I ran into his father again. He grabbed my waist, pulled me close, and said, “I’ve been looking for you this whole time, baby. I’m not letting you go again. You’re mine.”

"Who are you?" I ask, gawking at this ugly man who looks like the devil himself. "Your savior." savior? I may not remember anything from my past, but one thing is for sure, according to my judgment: this monster-lookalike can't be a savior. And from whom did he supposedly save me? "And if you are done ogling me, now, on your knees. Time to serve the purpose for which I saved you." I am snapped out of my thoughts by him tearing his shirt and walking closer in a pretty unnerving way. "Whi...ch is?" I whimper, trying to stand up from the bed and perhaps run for my dear life. Unfortunately, he grabs me viciously before I can take a step. A loud growl slips from my lips as he slams me back on the bed and hovers atop me. "To please me, little dove." He hoarses, embarking on his evil, dirty mission.

A small accident that happened to Rajata in the courtyard of Prambanan Temple brought him to meet Kalyana, a woman who was finishing her novel because she would soon go abroad with Armand, her future husband. The encounter, which they thought was fleeting, turned out to be continued when Kalyana, hurt by Armand’s actions, invited Rajata to accompany him to visit Yeh Pulu, Bali. Rajata, who was trying to forget his love for a girl from his high school days, accepted the invitation. In Yeh Pulu, a local elder gave Kalyana a startling vision of an incident from several centuries ago. Intrigued by what really happened at that time, they decided to ask for a favor from Harso, Kalyana’s old friend who worked at CERN, Switzerland. Unexpectedly, their investigation, which relied on a sophisticated computer named Lidia lead them into an amazing adventure, an adventure that opens new perspectives to their understanding about history, and triggered them to learn from history in facing the future.

When Alina, a psychology student about to graduate, finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time, she becomes a bargaining chip in her brother's debt. Taken to an isolated mansion in the mountains, she falls into the hands of Dante Morelli—a cold, impenetrable, and lethal man—the kind of man who doesn’t ask, he demands. She was supposed to be just a hostage, a pawn. But Dante doesn’t follow rules. He watches her. Provokes her. Touches her. And when she tries to resist, he turns the cell into a luxurious room... and pain into desire. What begins as hatred transforms into something far more dangerous: attraction. And when she becomes pregnant with his child, Alina thinks she’ll finally be set free. But Dante isn’t willing to let her go. Now she’s not just his prisoner. She’s the mother of his child. And he doesn’t share what’s his. Ever.

Si Martina ay isang waitress sa isang coffee shop at tingin sa kanya ay nerd pero hindi alam ng lahat na isa siyang assassin sa gabi. She didn’t expect that their loyal coffee shop customer, Itzael Volcov, would ask her to marry him and become his wife and baby maker. ‎ ‎They agreed to get married to each other because of their own personal ambitions. Gumawa si Itzael ng rules pagkatapos ng kasal na kailangan sundin ni Martina at ang matinding rules ay ‘wag siya magkakaroon ng feelings kay Itzael kahit may physical intimacy na nangyayari sa kanila. ‎ ‎Magawa kaya ni Martina na pigilan ang nararamdaman para kay Itzael o mas lalo pa itong lumalim? Or should she just continue being an assassin so she won’t develop feelings for Itzael?

Note: This story contains elicit contents and it's rated 18+ When I arrived at the house of the Rumez family with my mom, I thought it would be the starting point of my life from bad to better if not best. I mean, the man that married my mom, my stepdad, is so wealthy that you just need to ask and it would be delivered to you on a 'golden' platter. I was so happy because that was all I had ever dreamt about. I began to take care of my beauty, what I have ever wanted, but little did I know that the more I shined and sparkled, the more I got the attention of two nightmares that I never knew I would ever enjoy and crave for. They are such a temptation that I can never find myself able to resist from falling into. And from then on, the moment I fell into their grasp, I became their possession, their property, and they do with me whatever they wished...

I stare at her while she's bent down. "Are you deaf?" I asked her again and she didn't answer me. "Hey!" I can't stop myself from shouting at her because I think she doesn't know how to speak. Napahawak ako sa aking ulo dahil tanging pag-iyak lamang ang tanging sagot niya sa lahat ng taong ko. I rested and looked at her. "Anong pangalan mo?" I ask her in Tagalog words because maybe she's not understand me. "J-Judy p-po S-Senyorito," she answered me while she's shaking. Now I understand that she doesn't understand me if I speak English. I can't stop from smelling and thinking what punishment I should do to her. Because she's my slave at isa siya sa pagmamay-ari kong alipin.