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The Obsession To Ex-Convict
Romance A Tragedy, Tragedy that changed the cycle of my life.
He accused me that I was the reason why his girlfriend and her child died. I shook my head.
"That's not true. No!"
"It's not my fault!" I defend myself and my vision blurs because of the first tears to flow. My hands can't move freely because of the handcuffs that were put on.
I looked boldly into his eyes. Beautiful eyes, while he is standing to my front and he is ready to ask me.
"I'm talking to you Attorney," I asked him. It hurts when it's not a priority.
The Judge banged his gavel 3 times and said!
"Order in the Court, Order in the Court!" So I kept quiet.
"Let me proceed your Honor," he said and took an Envelope from the table and gave it to the judge.
"Your Honor, This is the Evidence, " I saw him give the Envelope as well as my cousin's cell phone so I swallowed three times.
"That's Evidence says everything that the accused planned the crime!" he said firmly and looked at me so I shook my head again.
If only I could return it. I wish I wouldn't have asked my cousin to bathe in the sea if I had known that this would happen to everyone and also that I didn't know she was pregnant.
Who else will defend me with all the evidence that says I'm the one who made a way to jail me. Even the gov't. Atty. He who is handling my case cannot defend me either.
I bowed when the verdict was read.
"This honorable court fines Accused Anya Belle Mendez, Guilty..." I just bowed to what I heard and my tears continued to fall. What do I have against an atty? Noah Lev Sebastian.
"That's Ordered!" Judge banged his gavel again, so I went down.
I was just bending down while looking at my two hands and also I am wearing Yellow t-shirt too. I stopped being honest with him.
"I know you knew the truth. It's not my fault what happened," I looked into his eyes. He's amber anger eyes on me so I swallowed and bowed.
"Atty. Have mercy on me, I'm not guilty," I try to hold his hand and kneel down. I begged him again. His softened hand, the hands that caress my face, arms that always hug me, his lips that I always kiss, the man I used to belong to but not now.
"Please, I will do everything, just don't do this, you will feel sorry for my family," I told him. He slowly removed his hand and walked away a little.
"Bring two lives and I'll set you free," he said. So I looked up and shook my head.
"Then you will rot in prison." He said to me again, I was about to answer when I was violently stood up and the police pulled my five. I almost lost my balance, but he held me too.
"Be careful!" I heard him call the police.
"Mang! Pang! Jess!" I said in fear and hugged them.
"I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens." Jessie said and kissed me on the forehead.
"I love you," I heard him say to me and I was about to answer but Noah bumped into his back, and passed him but also looked at him again.
"Whatever you do as long as you fight me. I guarantee that girl will rot in jail!" He threatened Jessie and left.
"What is he doing to you and why are you so angry with him? You know it's not his fault that your girlfriend and your son died!" Jess said angrily to him. He still has no idea. He left until he disappeared from our sight.
Murder Case is Lifetime Jail Sentence, I'm just going to be paroled.
My life right now is miserable. I'm guilty for murder that I didn't commit.
Can I still go out? Will I ever return to the world I live in? Will I still be able to see the man I love even though he is the reason why I was imprisoned? Can I still defend myself against him from his accusation against me? Will everything be okay and will I be loved again if we meet again or will he just make me feel my guilt in the past.
Im Anya Belle Mendez
His Atty. Noah Lev Sebastian I'm Just Your Wife On Paper
Romance "Lazel Hyrroz," I said her name firmly and coldly. I followed him until we entered his room.
He unbuttoned his uniform after collapsing, dropping his backpack on the bed.
"I'm tired. Don't bother me now," he told me coldly without looking at me.
"That's why I'm asking you why you're here now and where did you go to come home at this hour?" I asked strictly.
He completely took off his white polo shirt and left only the shirt he was wearing.
"You know? You have so many roles in my life," he mockingly promised and faced me. His face was still emotionless and he didn't change the way he looked at me, as if he could see my soul as well. "You are no longer just a mother, sister and brother. Now, your role is that of a strict father who waited for his own son who didn't come home last night but only now thought of going home," he added at length and even grinned.
"You've grown up, Lazel Hyrroz. Even if you are no longer in the power of your parents, remember that there is one more person who will worry about you," I stated the fact.
"You? Are you the person who will worry about me? I'm just your wife on paper and I didn't ask you to worry about me. I told you from the very beginning not to interfere with me and I will do the same to you," he promised firmly. That's how he really is. His heart is so hard and he really doesn't care about me or even my feelings.
“Lazel Hyrroz...”
"If you have nothing more to say, go out, Grandma?" he said with an insult in his voice. This time he called me Grandma.
I just sighed because of his bad behavior and his bad treatment of me.
I turned back when he finally took off his white shirt.
"You've already seen my body, so why are you still avoiding me? You liked what we did last night, didn't you? You took advantage of me while I was out of my mind and drunk," he insulted me and it was as if those words just slapped me. My chest rose and fell violently because of my shortness of breath.
"Before you go to sleep, take a shower or wash your body and if you haven't eaten, just heat up the food I cooked earlier," I said and I heard her loud chuckle again and the bed moving, a sign that he sat there.
"Yes, Manang." I closed my eyes tightly because of him calling me.
I went to the door of his room and closed it softly. I stopped for a moment in front of the door and leaned. The corners of my eyes are burning and I feel like crying. Heavy in the chest. Is that why he just came home now? Because in over a year something happened to us only once? We were both drunk and I don't even remember what we did.
I'm really asking myself. How long will we be like this, Lazel Hyrroz?
When I wake up every morning, my uniform is neatly ironed on the sofa bed. Even my black shoes are ready.
In the kitchen, there is food already prepared and there is a sticky note on the fridge. I took it and read what was written. His penmanship is neat and beautiful. Even so, I still don't like it.
"Don't forget to eat your breakfast before you go to school, Lazel Hyrroz."
Calysta
After I read that I crumpled the paper and threw it in the trashbin. I opened the fridge and got cold water. I opened the lid and took out the contents.
I even looked at the breakfast that was ready on the table but like I often do, I didn't touch it and I didn't even eat.
I entered the university with an empty stomach. It's okay, Hanemira often makes fun of me. So I only eat my breakfast at school.
"You didn't have breakfast again, did you?" I just smiled at his question and smiled slowly. At the same time he held my hand and gave me the spoon. "I still cooked that." His cooking was not that good but I still appreciated it. Because...she's the only girl I want.
When I got home, I expected to find him sitting in the living room. He was drinking coffee and busy with his laptop again.
"You didn't eat your breakfast again. You didn't even touch them," he told me. The corners of my lips rose. As long as he always said that to me, I memorized those words.
"Who told you to cook my breakfast?" I asked him and I heard him sigh again.
In fact, I have no feelings for him. I don't like her and I will never love a woman who is ten years apart from each other.
We only got married because he was richer than my family and our company only needed him. That is the only reason why I put up with this crowded home.
I ignored him and went up the stairs but before that I stopped to ask him about this matter. "For you, what is love?"
He suddenly turned to me and was obviously confused as to why I asked him that.
"Why are you asking me that?" she asked me back.
"I just want to know your opinion. What is love for you?" I asked, curious to know his opinion. What is his view on love?
"Love destroys a person's life." I raised an eyebrow at what he said. In what way is it damaging? "When it comes to your life, you will feel the gradual destruction of your life."
"What a mess you said. I don't understand anything," I said.
He stared at My Lover Is A Maid
Romance That's right, please... have mercy on us. Please have mercy on us!" I'm begging dad who is full of emotions. My voice was hoarse from exhaustion and constant crying while pleading for papa to stop hurting us.
I'm broken and closed but I'm still trying to protect my sister who is only seven years old and my mom who has a weakness from the pillar of our home that is making us suffer right now.
The same thing always happens at home every time dad comes home. He is always angry and pours it on everyone. Dad wasn't like that before but when he learned to gamble and get into vices that's when our complicated life started.
I can't even count how many times he almost killed us because of his beatings. Times where we almost looked like dead because of the bruises and pale bodies that dad had done.
I want to defend them. I want to protect them but I'm just a humble man with a small body because of our state in life, that's what they call our condition 'poor' and what about me? Maybe I can say that I'm a man who gets patted down and gets weak easily because of not being able to eat properly.
Even if I wanted to run away, I couldn't. Even if we want to fight, we can't. Even if I want to rebuke dad, be brave and be a man even for one time, I can't do it, I can't. I'm disgusted with myself for thinking that even once I could be a man, a complete man who can defend my loved ones, but no, I'm just a very useless man. I could not save them from the hands of my father who was swallowed by annoyance and anger.
I want to keep mom and Abi away from dad's hands so that we can be safe and live happily and peacefully but I can't do it either, I can't because mom still believes that dad will change too which I just believed because he was taking a risk I know that when we make dad feel how much we love him, he will return to the way he was before, our dad who is so sweet and caring.
My dad always smiles when he comes home because he is greeted with a bag of noodles that my brother and I will run to get at the same time as greeting him, kissing him, shaking his hand and giving him a hug.
I miss seeing papa being sweet to mama, the type where they are like stars in a telenovela where there is no conflict, just full of love.
His Obsession, My Brother
Romance "Brother, let me go" I shouted here. He didn't want to let go of me until now, I'll leave it to him why he doesn't let me go from his arms like I'm a cat tied to his body
"No stay for a while!" he said as he buried his face in my neck. I tried to keep him away from my neck because he was so muscular and I couldn't push him because of his strength.
"Brother, what the hell! If you don't let me go, I'll report you!" When I threatened him. I thought I would be afraid, but I was the one who would be afraid of him because it's like facing a very hot fire and it will really melt you.
"Stop assuming that someone will help you Mika. Remember we don't have parents now because they left us alone here in the mansion" I pushed him as far as I could and it was fine because he let go of me. I quickly went down from the room and went to the kitchen. I've been hungry for a while now, that's why.
I immediately stopped what I was doing when I felt a stony body behind me while hugging my waist so tightly I could hardly breathe.
"Brother, let me go.. What is happening to you and why are you doing this? Can you let me go first because my tummy is hungry!" I faced him with annoyance and I heard a small laugh from him. I immediately stopped because I only once heard him laughing even softly.
"You're cute as ever my love"
"What are you? Are you drunk and you can 'love love'? Hey brother, think of us as brothers. Or if you're not drunk, maybe you have a cold, brother, or are you just a friend?"
"Tsk. Annoying just eat or ill kiss ya"
"tsk.. There's a kiss kiss you know when you don't have siblings. It must have a worm in its brain because it suddenly tsk."
"Are you whispering something?" I immediately became alert and smiled.
"huh? I'm just eating here" I lied and continued eating.
"I heard it. Stop lying just tell me"
"Nothing" I stood up and drank water. I was about to leave to go upstairs but the monk spoke
"Where are you going??"
"Why get dressed? Are you the same?"
"Can I?"
"che! just kidding"
Hi my name is Mika Veldes and im 18 years old.
And my mother shit brother by my is
Ezekiel Veldes is 20 years old, he already has his own company
Instead, I should have finished school because I'm stubborn
I've always been a cutie girl, but that was then and I've changed.
And
This is my Story The Matchmaking
Romance Isabella met Alexander Montgomery, a billionaire who became interested in her. However, their strong relationship fell apart when a surprising truth came to light. Can they find the strength to let go of their feelings after learning a truth that could destroy their trust in each other?
A tall man in a suit confidently swung open the doors to the spacious office where the Director of a renowned matchmaking agency for the wealthy worked. He was also one of the investors in the event, making it easy for him to request what he desired.
With the two men following him, they opened the door without waiting for an invitation, but that didn't stop him and let his own enter the spacious room.
"Make me a participant." he said, facing the man with his legs on the table.
The man just smirked at the serious look he was showing.
"What a sudden decision? Something caught your attention?" He asked with a smile.
He sat down without saying anything and looked at her seriously. "Someone already caught my attention and I want to know her."
The Director grinned widely and put his foot down on the table. It's been two years but he didn't think he would be so eager to meet someone he didn't know who he was and he wanted to get to know him because he looked serious.
"Oh? Isn't this one of the girls -"
"No, You're aware of how I remained indifferent towards my ex-wife for the past years. This isn't a game anymore. I genuinely want to be compatible with that woman." This is a serious and innocent joke.
He tried to be serious but he couldn't because he didn't think that a man who met a woman would be this desperate. Different huh?
"Okay." He stood up and reached for his laptop. He personally knows who got the man's attention and why the man is so desperate for a woman he just met.
"What's her name?" He asked while looking for the files of the participants in the service.
"I don't know." He raised his eyebrows.
"You don't know? You didn't even ask his name?"
"No, I forgot. Something came." He sighed.
"Fine. Maybe her appearance? Describe it." He asked again.
"She has long black hair, pale skin, small but pointed nose and green eyes." He raised his eyebrows again. He didn't know anyone with a green-eyed participant. Could this be a new participant?
He didn't answer and looked through a file that was just starting to join the service. There weren't too many on the list so he knew he'd see his picture right away.
He scrolled down until he reached a photo of a woman without make up so I can see her green eyes in the photo. He clicked her details but it didn't have much information and it looks like she attended the event you held the other day for the first time.
He turned around his laptop so the man could see what was in the photo. "Is she that woman?" He pointed to the letter on the laptop.
Even though the woman had no make-up and her posture was simple in the photo, he immediately recognized her. A smile appeared on his lips. "That's her. I want to be matched with her."
"But you know the rules, you can't just request something like that."
"Five million." It stopped at what he said. He narrowed his eyes and looked at her suspiciously.
"The match maximum is 500k, you spend five million just to match her?"
"That's right. I want to know her. If you're disapproving with the price, I'll mark it up. Name it." He said nothing.
The person in front of him shook his head at what he was saying. "You're being desperate now. Huh?" He didn't answer and waited for what he would do next. Naturally, he would be taken back.
They weren't discussing pesos; they were dealing in dollars. The maximum they mentioned was 500,000 pesos, whereas the 5 million he proposed was in dollars!
"I'll send you the contract. Since you're late, you'll find the girl yourself. I don't have much information about her because it looks like she's new."
He rose from his chair, his movements calculated and determined. "Alright, no problem. Just send over the contract, and I'll take care of it." He pivoted on his heel, ready to make his exit, but the words of the Director sliced through the air, stopping him in his tracks.
"If you choose to become a part of her life, be prepared to stand your ground until the very end. Because, my friend, you might just find yourself regretting your decision." Those were the last words he heard before he left. You might like
His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love
Rabbit Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun.
Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos.
As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage.
The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice.
Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her. HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)
Viviene Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.
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"Take off your dress, Meadow."
"Why?"
"Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost."
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Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.
One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.
Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.
Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.
Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.
Alaric doesn't share what's his.
Not his company.
Not his wife.
And definitely not his vengeance.
My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge
Rabbit The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand.
Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn.
She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back. Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss
feesa "We're friends," I said, voice barely steady.
Aaron's lips curled, slow and cruel. "No, we're not."
"Friendship's too pure for this."
His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him.
"Do friends kiss like this?"
He kissed me. Hard. Possessive.
"Or grab each other like this?"
A squeeze to my ass. A gasp.
"Or think filthy little thoughts?"
His breath burned against my ear. "Touch themselves to it?"
My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me.
"Stop lying, Venus."
His voice was a growl.
"I feel it. Every time I'm near you."
I whispered, "But you don't even like me."
His smile was pure sin.
"I don't have to like you to fuck you."
Then the offer:
"Let's get it out of our system. No lies. No strings. Just truth."
He grabbed my chin, eyes lit with hunger.
"Say the word, princess."
A whisper against my lips-
"I'll ruin you."
And God help me...
I wanted him to.
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Aaron Sinclair needs a bride to claim his inheritance. Venus Carter needs a miracle to save her dying mother. What begins as a cold contract marriage spirals into a dangerous game of buried trauma, stolen identities, and forbidden attachment. He's ruthless, closed off, and refuses to love. She's resilient, lost, and refuses to stay unloved.
But when secrets unravel revealing a stolen childhood, a tragic past, and a vengeful stepmother, their fake marriage is the only thing standing between them and destruction.
In a world ruled by power and silence, will love dare to speak first or break them both instead? Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
Rabbit Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit.
The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena.
This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone. The Alpha King's Hated Slave
Kiss Leilani Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana...
Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone.
Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more.
After his coronation, he attacked Salem.
The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery.
The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves.
They lost everything, including their land.
Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage.
The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge.
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Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery.
They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too.
It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything.
As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone.
As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time.
He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck.
Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile.
"You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly.
Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face.
. My Crippled Husband Is a Secret Billionaire
Rabbit The silence in St. Patrick's Cathedral wasn't peaceful; it was a physical weight on Stella's shoulders, heavier than her wedding dress. She stood alone at the altar, ready for her perfect life, when her phone vibrated with a text that shattered everything.
Her fiancé, Bryce, messaged just moments before the vows: "I can't do this. Monica needs me. I'm sorry." Monica, her maid of honor, was the reason he fled. Bryce's mother then publicly shamed Stella, implying her career ambition drove him away. The betrayal of her sacrifices, her future, and her dignity ignited a white-hot rage. Stella ripped off her veil, grabbed the microphone, and exposed the groom and maid of honor's affair to the stunned guests before storming out.
A furious wreck in her ruined gown, she stumbled on the cathedral steps, meeting Julian Sterling, the "Cursed Son" in a wheelchair. He offered no pity, only a detached assessment.
In a defiant, adrenaline-fueled moment, Stella crouched and asked, "Are you single?" Julian, needing a strategic alliance against his family, agreed to a cold, transactional marriage of convenience. With the City Clerk's office hours ticking down, Stella tore her dress, determined to forge a new path of vengeance and desperate necessity. Reborn in Flames: A Reckoning To Reclaim Her Throne
Aurora Rose In the eighteen years of her life, Brianna had endured relentless abuse from her family, living in constant fear.
One fateful day, two dignified figures approached her and revealed a shocking truth: she was their long-lost daughter, heiress to the wealthiest family in the city-the Owens.
Desperate for love and acceptance, Brianna hoped to escape her past. Instead, she fell victim to Cassie, a cunning impostor who manipulated their parents against her while feigning distress. Rather than forging a connection with her real family, Brianna found herself betrayed and isolated.
When a car accident left Brianna in a vegetative state, she found herself able to listen to everything around her, though unable to respond. Bitterly, she realized her parents didn't care for her; they visited just once.
A month later, Cassie visited, disconnecting the ventilator before leaning in to whisper coldly, "Goodbye, my dear sister. You shouldn't have come back. You are meant for that despicable, wretched family."
Somehow, fate granted Brianna a second chance. Reborn and fueled by rage, she vowed to make everyone who had wronged her pay dearly.
This time, she would seize the life that had been stolen from her. 
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