my second wife

Tawny Matthews thought that Leonard Roberts married her, perhaps he would have some feelings for her. But from the beginning to the end, he was cold and indifferent, and she could only endure that he always thought of someone else. Three years passed, and she felt that she could not expect or hope for this marriage relationship, so she decided to leave, leave this place, and start a new life. Five years later, they met again, standing opposite each other, but neither recognized the other. He did not recognize her because she had changed so much. Tawny seemed to have become a completely different person. She became colder and more decisive, and her eyes looked at him like those of a stranger. Why did she not recognize him? Was it because she was now his ex-wife?

"I have found your woman" Mark, said through the phone. "What!" James who was coming out of the shopping mall exclaimed "Yes, I saw her in Northland. In very pitiful conditions. She was......." James cut the phone immediately without letting Mark finish with what he wanted to say. "Prepare the jet immediately we are going back to Topland," James told his assistant Toby after he hung up on the phone. He is not prepared to come back home so soon because he is still hurt by the way Catherine abandoned him. However, after receiving such information from Mark he has the urge to see her and ask her why she left him like she did. He thought he could move on with his life, but that girl was irresistible. Her image kept coming back to his memory and made him lose control of his emotions. Fortunately when he least expected he received such news. "The jet is ready boss" Toby announced and instantly James and his men headed to Top Land.

SHE COULD DESTROY A FAMILY WITHOUT RAISING A FINGER. ~~~ WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES AND GRAPHIC LANGUAGES, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

"Daisy, do you know what your mistake is?" He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I'm not allowed to speak. "That you said 'yes' to marrying me." He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. "Therefore, I'll make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day." He finishes his sentence by landing a hard spank on my , causing me to fall straight onto the sofa. "Stay still if you don't want me to make your night worse," he warns, raising my buttocks in the air again. "Happy anniversary, my toy." He grabs my waist and plunges his hard membrane deep into me, causing me to gasp. *** Her husband treated her like a toy, and she let him, hoping that one day he would recognise her love. And he exploited her and vented his fury on her, making her life a living . In the end, he divorced her, not knowing she was carrying his baby. After the divorce, the baby was her only hope of survival. Five years later, when she was living her life with her daughter, his return raised questions: Is he back to separate her from her daughter or to rebuild their relationship? *** "Fine. I'm leaving and never show you my face." He grasps my arms and leans closer to my face, accelerating my heartbeat. I despise how much he still affects me. "Because I care about you more than anything else in this entire world. Just remember, you and Hope are my destination, and I'm ready to take any path which leads me to you both."

Noong birthday ng single mother na si Grace Saavedra ay hinayaan ng anak nito na si Dexter na matupad ang hiling ng ina. Ang magkaroon pa ng isang anak. Anak na babae. Sa isang ampunan, nakita ni Grace ang sampung-taong gulang na si Heather. Dinala sa bahay, at doon nakilala ni Dexter ang bagong kapatid niya. Si Heather na madalas niyang kaaway pero naging malapit sa kanya. Hanggang lumipas ang taon, ang batang si Heather ay isa ng dalaga, magandang dalaga. At iba na ang nararamdaman sa kanyang kuya na sampung taon ang agwat sa kaniya? Paano ba masasabi ni Heather ang nararamdaman para sa kapatid niya na hindi man niya tunay na kadugo ay para na niyang tunay na pamilya? Matatanggap ba kaya ni Dexter ang pag-ibig ng ampon niyang kapatid?

"Patayin mo ang baby niya, Alexa!" Puno ng muhi na utos ng biyenan. "Either it's you or her. "Either it's your baby or hers!" "Malupit ang mundo, minsan kailangan mo lunurin sa putikan ang tao na pilit nagnanakaw ng kaligayahan mo!" Every woman dreams of finding her prince charming and live happily ever after. Alexandra Villegas is an innocent teacher from a simple yet educated family of teachers. For her, everything was ordinary until she bumped into Sebastian Dior. A well-known businessman, CEO of a billion-dollar company in the Philippines, and a hot single father from a high-society family. Through an arranged marriage by the eldest, Madam Dior, Alexandra became the second wife of Sebastian. Pinili niya maging isang batang madrasta. But the dilemma started as soon as she became Young Madam Dior. Nalaman niya ang sikreto ng Shining Prince na ito, mga sikretong unti-unting bumura sa kainosentehan niya.

When Rosalie Young was two months pregnant, her husband, Theodore Spencer, suddenly handed her divorce papers."Cynthia has returned,” he said.Theodore and Cynthia Zeller had been childhood sweethearts, while Rosalie had been Theodore’s companion for ten years. Yet, Rosalie couldn't compete when her husband’s first love returned.She didn't try to hold onto him. She simply turned around and left, letting him fulfill his dream of being with his first love.Until one day, Theodore found a pregnancy test.When he saw it, he completely lost his mind!

********* “Did you really come all the way here to tell me you were with another woman you slept with and impregnated?” “What?” Travis is the one who speaks, his voice echoing his shock as he looks from me to Kian. Kian’s usual blank look remains as if he is unaffected by my words and the pain he has caused me. “Let’s not do this here, Leslie. You know I can’t just leave her.” I scoff. “I never stopped you. You know what? You should have never come here. You should have stayed with her since that is where your loyalties lie now and I am no longer in the picture.” Kian frowns, moving closer and intimidating me just a little with his height and muscular frame, “What does that mean? You are my wife.” “Ex-wife,” I say the words without even thinking. I didn’t think any of this through but I don’t care because my entire being seems to agree that this is what’s best for me, “I want a divorce, Kian.” His eyes grow wide, unable to contain the shock at my words and I am proud of myself that I finally got a reaction that isn’t anger or coldness from him. “Both the divorce papers and my resignation will find their way to you soon.” I add before he can get over his shock and I don’t wait for him to reply as I turn to an equally stunned Travis. “Take me home, Travis.”

Zemora Havensky, gadis angkuh dengan sejuta pesona,dan mampu memikat hati para lelaki. Tapi ia begitu tidak percaya dengan kata cinta, menikah, dan apapun itu. Karna dia begitu menyukai pekerjaannya yaitu sebagai wanita malam. "Aku tidak akan pernah menikah,karna aku tidak ingin di kekang oleh suamiku":~Zemora Havensky. Namun, siapa sangka jika takdir nya berkata lain. Mora harus menerima kenyataan bahwa ia telah di jodohkan oleh ayahnya, dengan seorang pria yang begitu tampan. " Aku akan berusaha menjadi suami terbaik untuk mu":~Arkan Grisham. Mampukah Zemora Havensky menjalani kehidupan nya sebagai seorang istri dan meninggalkan pekerjaannya? Mampukah Arkhan meluluhkan hati Zemora dan membuatnya jatuh cinta?

Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it became an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. **** Her husband was a monster, but he'd saved her from her past and a life of torture. She loved him like every captive grew to love their captor. Everything went to hell, however, when she fought back and ran from home, stumbling into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now hellbent on killing her. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She really should have remembered that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her all the way to Italy. If she had, maybe she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.