the villain want to live

Hiniwalayan ng cold-blooded CEO na si Max ang kanyang asawa na si Khelowna matapos ang dalawang taong pagsasama na walang pagmamahalan. Naniniwala siyang si Khelowna ang nag-frame up sa kanyang tunay na mimanahal, na si Maveliene dahilan kung bakit na-coma ito sa ospital ng mahabang panahon. Nang malaman niyang buntis si Khelowna ng hindi sinasadya, kinuha niya ang anak nila matapos maipanganak at nilayo ito sa asawa niya. Gusto niyang maging ina ng anak niya ay si Maveliene. Ngunit makalipas ang anim na taon, muling nagkita sina Max at Khelowna sa isang ospital kung saan dinala ni Max ang anak niya para ipagamot. Dahil doon nagtatrabaho si Khelowna bilang doctor, napagalaman niya na ang batang dinala ng ex-husband niya sa ER ay anak pala nila. Agad siyang nangako sa sarili niya na kukunin niya ang anak niya. Ngunit bago niya iyon magawa, kailangan niya munang harapin ang ex-husband niya na hanggang ngayon ay galit pa rin sa kaniya. Ano ang mangyayari kay Khelowna sa pinaplano niya?

“What anniversary are you celebrating, huh? Five years of barrenness?” he queried, “It’s just another year to celebrate how unfortunate I am to be with you.” “We’ve come this far, love, I’m sure having a child won’t be a problem,” I manage to say with a smile. “Oh please, I don't fertilize barren land. There's no point wasting my seed on infertile soil.” *** Five years of marriage went down the drain in one day. Cara can overlook everything despite being betrayed by her husband and taken for a fool. What she can't endure is them being the reason she lost her baby and her womb. Cara divorced him and went back to reclaim her rightful place as the wealthiest billionaire heiress in the country. Now, she's sworn to make everyone who hurt her pay. Except for the fact that her ex-husband has realized what a terrible mistake he made and wants her back. Will Cara take him back or will she kick him to the curb along with the others who hurt her?

Akala ni Lila ay nasa kanya na ang lahat: isang mapagmahal na asawa at perpektong buhay. Magkakaroon na rin sila ng anak, at kambal pa ito. Pero nang traydorin siya ni Michael sa pinakamasakit na paraan, gumuho ang kanyang mundo. Sugatan ang puso at galit na galit, gagamitin ni Lila ang pangalang Violet Fields para unti-unting kukunin ang lahat ng meron si Michael—The company, the fame... everything. With this new identity and a fierce determination, Violet sets out on a path of revenge, ready to watch her ex-husband's world burn.

I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”

When I arrived, I saw my husband sitting at a table with Nalani by his side. Was this supposed to be a meeting? Was he seriously introducing me to his mistress? I sat down quietly, my heart heavy. “Eden,” Liam began, his voice calm. “I hope you know why we’re here.” Nalani cut him off with a sharp tone. “Oh, just tell her already.” She looked straight at me, her words cold and deliberate. “I’m carrying Liam’s child, and we’re getting married as soon as possible.” The words hit me hard, but I refused to show how much it hurt. I glanced at Liam, hoping for some sign of remorse, but he just stared at the table. I stood slowly, clutching my purse. “You win,” I said softly. “I’ll sign the papers.”

18 is the age every girl looks forward to Emandra Carter was no different, It's been months of anticipation and anxiety. She would love to see what color her wolf would be, she was a late bloomer as males and female werewolves get their wolf between the ages of 13 and 16. She was long past that and still there was no change. Her younger sister who was only a few months younger had gotten hers as early as 15 and was only waiting for her her 18th birthday to become her mate. But she was hoping for a wolf and a mate. As the Goddess will want, she is blessed with a wonderful wolf and a mate. But things never go as plan. Emandra walks her way out of the room feeling rejected and broken, life was cruel, the image of her sister and mate entangled with each other in bed professing their love for each other cemented the pain witin her. Things take a quick turn, she is sold to the ruthless alpha, the greatest of his time. Alpha chase Lobswell. Her family rejects her she is torn between accepting her fate as his breeder and giving the second chance mate a try or escaping to become a rogue and finding her real parents.

My new dormmate thinks my boyfriend is a player and advises me to break up with him. After I politely reject her, she gets mad and complains about me online, saying I'm love-addled brain. Her video goes viral, and the online community calls me an ingrate who doesn't know what's good for me. When I see the smug smile on my dormmate's face, I slap her without even batting an eye. "Stop acting like you're a champion for feminism when all you can think of is making yourself seem better than other women!"

“I’ll never marry a whore like you” William said holding Sandra my step sister close to him. Her winning smirk was sickening. “I can explain“ I tried to reason with him but he cut me off. “Leave!!!”his voice boomed, my heart sank to my stomach. Sandra stepped closer to me pouring a glass of champagne on me. “Didn’t you hear you whore…leave.” My whole world shattered on my wedding day. Isabella is ready and happy to marry the love of her life William but her evil step mother and sister have other plans for her. They ruin her life and wedding and she has finally had enough. She cuts herself off from her family. She meets the father of her child and is scared to start a new family with him since her old one failed so miserably.Will she finally be able to move on or keep tying herself down to her old family?

At first it was a contract, made to meet two ends but when she gets booted out by surprise, the best thing to do is to get a divorce, right? Wrong! Drake doesn’t want her gone, doesn’t want the baby and doesn’t want the divorce and yet doesn’t want to love her, so what can Valerie do? And when she tries to impose the divorce, he cruelly threatens the one thing that she cares about, a secret she thought she had hidden so well… if he can go to such lengths, what would he do when he finds out about a baby that wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Don't come closer. There is no way I will let you have me again” he pulls him even closer, ignoring every word Reece just spilled. As always his signature grin on his face. He was so close in a way Reece could feel his warm breath and the strong smell of alcohol on his breath. His grip tightened around his ass giving it a little squeeze. “Hmm,” a little moan escapes Reece’s throat. He quickly held his hands over his mouth preventing further provocation. He was hard again, the man before him realized a trump smile. Reece may fight and talk trash, but for some reason, he obeys the man's every touch and provocation. He was like a lap rat in the hands of his abuser. The hands around his waist gently loosened up, letting him free, but before he could register what was happening, his hands slid down into his jeans ``no.. not again!!!