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Open Marriage: It Takes Two To Tango

Open Marriage: It Takes Two To Tango

"You only miss the sun when it starts to snow." Zara Hall was a lover girl, who only had eyes for Scott even though he treated her like trash. After they got married according to their grandmothers' wishes, Zara saw hell at the hands of Scott. He not only refused to show her off to the world as his wife, but also blamed her for his parents' death. To muddy the waters even further, Cora—another childhood friend of theirs—stuck to him like glue. Zara did all she could to win Scott's heart. One day, he asked her for an open marriage. She agreed because she loved him. However, he got angry after he saw her with another man. One thing led to another and Zara had no choice but to ask for a divorce. Surprisingly, Scott was unwilling to let her go. The messy battle soon became messier when she falls pregnant for him. Zara is torn between the devil and the deep blue sea as she works her way to the top to restore her family's lost glory. Meanwhile, Scott realizes that he can't live without her. Cora continued to pose a threat to their happiness. She pulled all the stops just to break them apart, using her child as a pawn. Later, it's discovered that the accident that occurred several years ago was orchestrated. Zara continued to shield her baby from the whole drama, but there was only little she could do as Scott tries everything to win her back. "I'm sorry for not valuing you, Zee. Please, just give me a second chance," he said on his knees in public. Would Zara get back with him for her son's sake? Who's behind their parents' murder? Wanna find out what exactly the future holds for them?
Obsession of a Man

Obsession of a Man

THE first time Arianna and Enrique met was the night she was gifted to grace his bed. When he woke up and discovered the blood on the sheets in the morning, his conscience wouldn’t silence him up. He was drunk and all he could remember was how their moans melded and the soft, responsive body under him. But she was a virgin. How could he have been so wrong? ARIANNA knew the wealthy Enrique Quiroz for a very long time. He was the only son of the plantation’s Don. She never dreamed he was the man waiting for her that night. When she had dreaded for hell in a stranger’s bed… it had been heaven. Bliss. The shocking completion of her womanhood. When she left him, she also left a part of her that only he could give back. ENRIQUE hunted for the stranger whose beautiful face haunts him every night only to discover she was right under his nose. He could have her, make her his lover. He couldn’t forget that night, how their kisses made him think only of passion and sweet wine. She has no power to resist him. He is obsessed. He can't not have her again, and again, and again… But Arianna fought him just as much as she fought to survive her miserable life even though he promised her everything. Everything except his heart. And in the war that ensued, their hearts were ruined by love, that power that makes those who surrender win, and those who cower are set free…
Secret Relationship With My Teacher

Secret Relationship With My Teacher

Good morning everyone I'm ma'am Cheska Marie Alfonso 23 years old major in math. Are you the boys in the back room? Jusko just stares at the five people as if they are about to eat a person, What's your name Mr. I call in blue. It looked at me from head to toe. good right, hot bro, Is Nash a sexy new toy? Yup, our new toy, smiling at the same time. I heard their conversation so much that I was nervous and my knees were shaking. New I'm new to teaching I guess I'm still unlucky I promised myself. Ma'am Cheska, don't pay attention to them. They are gangsters. That's what one of my students said. I came closer and bowed down. How many years have they been? That's their male person ohh I promise that it's almost a whisper. They are 23, ma'am. They are going back and forth. They are their servants. We are here in the room and if we don't obey, we will be punished. I was surprised by what he said, what kind of punishment will they award to their fellow students who are studying here. What's the use of the teachers here if it's not even a name Questions in my mind. Excuse me miss hot miss sexy Miss wet What the fuck Don't stop yelling at us Don't fight us anymore Because next time all the boys inside this room our touch all the parts of yours hmmm let me try He said as he approached Don't promise I'm in tears Ok but next time taste it with a smile They have come out since I apologized to my student I picked up all my things and was about to leave Ma'am please don't leave us Iwan ni Isa No one stays here since the opening. Until now, we haven't learned anything, they said. They are poor. I was saddened by what I found out, but I'm afraid to stay here any longer. Please miss cheska help us they promised at the same time Little by little I nodded because of their smile
Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire Lawyer

Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire Lawyer

My brother Leo was thrown into a jail cell for defending his fiancée from a brutal assault by a billionaire heir. To save him, I gathered all the evidence and went to the police, but the heir's cousin, Damien Kensington—the most ruthless and powerful attorney in Manhattan—crushed my case in exactly five minutes. Damien didn't just stop at burying the truth. He bought off our only eyewitness with a hundred-thousand-dollar Rolex. He secretly blacklisted every law firm in New York from ever taking my brother's case. Worse, he systematically cut off all my options until I was forced to sign an ironclad NDA and work as a tutor in his own penthouse just to pay off Leo's legal debts. When I nearly died in a rainy alley trying to find the corrupted security footage, Damien dragged me back to his mansion, violently kissed me until I bled, and locked me in his bedroom. I woke up the next morning wearing nothing but his oversized dress shirt. I couldn't understand why a man of his immense wealth and power was going to such psychotic lengths to trap a broke, desperate girl like me. If he merely wanted to win an assault case for his cousin, why was he isolating me from the world, marking me as his own, and paying me a thousand dollars an hour just to keep me trapped under his roof? Looking at the fresh bandage he had wrapped around my ankle, I wiped my tears and made a decision. I would take his dirty money and use it to tear his empire down from the inside.
An Atonement of Love

An Atonement of Love

My world shattered the day Liam Sterling, the man I'd loved since childhood, turned into my fiercest accuser. His father, my beloved mentor, was dead, and Liam, blinded by grief, believed my own innocent father was a criminal, the cause of his despair. He looked at me, not with love, but with chilling hatred. He threw the engagement ring—our symbol of forever—onto the marble floor, its clatter echoing the definitive punctuation mark on our shared history. He cast me out, suffering from bone cancer I hadn't revealed, believing it yet another one of my family's lies. Now homeless and destitute, my father, falsely imprisoned for embezzlement, suffered a heart attack behind bars. Liam, despite my desperate pleas, denied him bail, sealing his fate. Soon after, the brutal news came: my father died in prison. The cruelty escalated. Liam paraded me at a gala, forcing a grotesque performance of the dutiful fiancée, only to publicly destroy a cherished gift—my bronzed ballet slippers—a relic of my mother and my dreams. When I begged him to believe my terminal diagnosis, he scoffed, accusing me of faking illness. Then his assistant, Chloe Davis, fabricated a monstrous lie: a miscarriage, claiming I was responsible. Liam believed her, swearing vengeance on me for killing a child that never existed. How could he be so blind? How could the man who promised to protect me become this cruel stranger, actively destroying my life? I was accused of harassment and threats, my cancer dismissed as an elaborate trick, and finally, condemned to a psychiatric facility. My mother, consumed by grief and shock over my father's death and my arrest, died shortly after. Alone, broken, and dying, I found myself trapped, unable to prove my innocence, questioning if the love we shared was ever real. But deep down, a flicker of defiance remained—a silent promise that the truth, however brutal, would eventually surface.