The Mistress Runs Away

Someone had sprinkled some corrosive acid powder all over my wedding dress, the one worth over a hundred million. The moment I put it on, my flesh began to burn and dissolve. Blood and yellowish fluid pooled around me as a result. When I tried to call for an ambulance, someone’s mother held me down. She smiled cruelly and said, “You dare steal my daughter’s wedding dress? Go to hell!” However, my husband had ordered the dress from a top designer. It was one of a kind! I struggled with all my strength and shouted at her, “Do you know who I am? How dare you touch me?!” Her daughter, Yelena Stone, then grabbed a knife and stabbed me hard in my pregnant belly. She sneered and said, “You stole my man, but you have the audacity to yell at me? Fine. I’ll just spend a little more to end your worthless life.” My worthless life? I laughed. My hands were stained with blood as I called my brother, Hunter Sinclair, an elite in Jinvell’s social circles. “Hunter! Someone’s trying to kill me! And tell Jacob to get here now!”

I had been in a relationship with Zachary Dawson for seven years and engaged for three when, out of the blue, Ruby White, the daughter of his mentor, moved into our home. Sitting casually on the bed that Zachary and I shared, Ruby lounged with an air of nonchalance, her voice playful and teasing. "Zachary, the dental god, sure has a nice bed," she remarked with a smirk. "I can only imagine what it would be like to spend the night with him in this bed." I captured the scene on my phone and sent the video to our family group chat with a brief message: Looks like Zachary might have a new girlfriend Zachary rushed home, wrapping his arms protectively around a tearful Ruby. He pointed at me, his voice seething with anger. "My mentor's dying wish was for me to take care of Ruby! If you can't accept that, then move out!" Honestly, my brows furrowed deeper than the wrinkles on the bedsheets Ruby had sat on. Fine. I didn't need the bed, and I didn't need a fiancé anymore.

Florence Lancaster is a hybrid who has the blood of two exceptional people in her veins. Having been abandoned since she was 10 years old, a man took her in and trained her as a tool to achieve his goals. She was referred to as Veilios, a conniving spy that is well-known among werewolves who go by numerous guises. But after being tasked with spying on a band of outlaws, she found herself on the Alpha King and Werewolf Council's list of most-wanted people, making her the target of their hunt. She spent years in hiding before being accepted into a pack, but everything fell apart when the pack she was with was attacked. In order to save a girl, she was forced into making a bargain with the attackers who demanded money in exchange. And she can only offer it to them by participating in an auction and working for a month as a werewolf's mistress. However, she had no idea that the new track of her life would bring her even closer to the destiny she had been trying to avoid for so many years. ........ She is strong-willed to escape. He is adamant about keeping her. She wanted to be loved. He doesn't want to be in love. Everyone wanted her, Everyone fears him. She belongs to him but he doesn't belong to her.

He married her to save his empire. He divorced her the moment he no longer needed her. But what if the woman he tossed aside... was the only one who ever truly loved him? Rebecca Henshaw was once Davis Gates’ devoted wife — graceful, loyal, and deeply in love. Their marriage, born from family alliance, blossomed into something real... until one tragic night, a deadly fire, and a web of lies tore them apart. Branded a murderer in her husband’s eyes, Rebecca endured years of cold silence and rejection. Now, just as she discovers she’s pregnant with his child, Davis returns home — not with love, but with divorce papers. Heartbroken and humiliated, Rebecca walks away, determined to rebuild her life far from the man who shattered it. But Davis never expected her to rise like a phoenix. Behind her soft smile lies a thriving empire, a powerful identity, and a secret that changes everything. When danger begins to stalk her, Davis steps in — not out of guilt, but something far more dangerous: love. Now he wants her back. But Rebecca is no longer the woman who once begged for his affection. She’s stronger. Smarter. And she’s not alone. Can Davis break through the walls he built — before another man takes her for good? Or is his greatest regret losing the one woman he was too blind to treasure?

Iniwan ng Tatay ni Apple ang ina dahil sa isang kabit. Dahil dito ay isinumpa ni Apple na kailanman ay hindi siya maninira ng pamilya. Hinding-hindi niya hahayaan ang sarili na manakit ng iba. Puputi na lamang ang uwak ngunit sisiguraduhin niyang magiging isa siyang mabuting babae. May respeto at paggalang sa sarili. Ngunit, paano kung maglaro ang tadhana? Papaano kung isang pangyayari ang babago sa kaniyang isinumpa? "Papalayain ko ang Nanay mo kung papayag kang maging kabit ko?" -Judge Condrad Aguirre Tatanggi pa ba siya? Kung ang tanging paraan para matulungan ang ina ay ang manira ng pamilya? "If being with him is a sin. Then, convict me now." -Apple Santibañez @SheinAlthea

“…. become my mistress and run my house like a wife would. Look at it like a normal job; you make me happy and I pay you at the end of the month. Only this time, making me happy also includes sexually.” Eric Ferraro, a CEO and billionaire told me. “I’m sorry, but I don’t fully understand this. What do you mean?” I asked nervously. “Perhaps you’d understand if you read it,” he told me and before I could understand what he meant, he opened a black notepad on the table and took out a document. He handed it to me and I took it with a shaky hand and read. It was a contract! A contract stating I would be in a sexual affair with him and run his house, like a mistress. Not a girlfriend. Not the love of his life. A mistress. A whore he paid to satisfy him!!! Olivia Jack, against her better judgment, accepts a contract proposal from billionaire Eric Ferraro to pay for her mother’s stem cell transplant, thus signing away herself to him. Against the contract agreement, Olivia falls in love with Eric and finds herself in a crossfire when his ex wife, old flames and other forces surface to tear apart their relationship. Will Eric fight for their love and make her his, or will the contract come to an end?

Zavier, the Alpha of the Crescent pack, sits at a large wooden table in his office surrounded by his trusted advisors. He looks tense and conflicted as he addresses something important. "My dear advisors, as you know, my Luna and I have been trying to conceive a child for years, but with no success." The advisors nodded sympathetically. "After much thought and consideration, we have decided to look into surrogacy. I know this is not a conventional path for us." "However, I want to make one thing clear. We will only consider she-wolf from our own pack for this. It's important that we keep the bloodline within our community." Zavier's eyes wander over the group of she-wolves until his eyes landed on Sophia, locking it's glare like she's a piece of gem. There's something about her that catches his attention, and he can't look away. "You. The she-wolf with an ash grey hair." "Yes, Alpha?" "I think you would be perfect for this role. You have a strong spirit, and I believe you would make a great surrogate for my Queen." "Me, Alpha?" "Yes, you. You are the chosen one." "I'm willing to take the risk, Alpha. I would be honored to help you and our Luna Queen to have a child." In a moment of passion, Zavier impregnates Sophia, but keeps the truth hidden from his unsuspecting wife, believing that the baby will be a precious gift to her. Meanwhile, Zavier struggles with his own feelings of guilt and conflict. As the pregnancy progresses, the truth about Zavier's actions threatens to come to light, with devastating consequences for all involved. Will Sophia and the Zavier find a way to navigate their complicated emotions and build a future together, or will their secrets and lies tear them apart forever?

When I'm feeling lost and helpless after being diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer, my husband is accompanying another woman for her medical checkup. I don't cry or fuss. Instead, I calmly sign the divorce papers. Later, I die without anyone knowing. Unexpectedly, my husband searches the world for me like a madman.

Claire’s world shatters overnight when her husband’s ex _ the glamorous actress, Eva Sterling _ returns. Her husband’s affair explodes in the public and a scandal exposes her supposed infertility to the world. Humiliated, betrayed, and abandoned by her husband, Lucian, Claire discovers the truth: Eva forged the reports and faked a pregnancy to destroy her marriage. But when Claire returns, not as the quiet housewife, but as a brilliant attorney in the courtroom, Lucian is the one begging. Fate has other plans and their love story is far from over.

Today was supposed to be my marking ceremony. Instead, it became my funeral. Eliza had run me down with her car. She dragged my broken body into the storage room. "Stay here. When the ceremony is over, I'll let you out." She wanted to take my place, to be marked by Greyson, as his Luna. Greyson loved me. But his family could never allow their precious Alpha son to marry a lowborn Omega. "Millie," murmured, his voice thick with guilt. "I have to obey my family and give them an heir first -- with Eliza. You know... she's Alpha blood. "Once the pup turns one, I'll marry you." And I marked the days one by one, counting down to our forever. He claimed it was a mere duty, but but their feverish nights suggested she was his preferred addiction. A month later, Eliza was pregnant. Ten months after that, she bore the Alpha's heir. Another twelve agonizing months dragged by, and finally, it was the day he was supposed to claim me. But now, I was lying here on the floor, my body shattered. Greyson's voice cut through the phone, sharp and impatient. "Why aren't you here yet? Haven't you been desperate to marry me?" "I've let the pup's birthday incident slide -- are you still going to sulk about it?" "If you don't show up, I'll mark Eliza instead." I wasn’t coming, Greyson. I couldn’t -- I was already dead. But he believed I was simply having a tantrum.