Azora, an heiress haunted by disturbing hallucinations after witnessing her boyfriend's murder, finds herself unable to escape the trauma. Neither her father, her childhood best friend, nor her spiteful foster mother can save her from the torment. The only peace she finds is in the arms of Prosecutor Lamech. Despite this, Azora is determined not to rely on a man she has no relationship with and does everything to distance herself from him. Unbeknown to her, Lamech has been watching over her from the moment they first met, never letting her out of his sight.
I stood frozen in place, unable to move from fear. My fingers barely registered the chill in my muscles as I watched Dad choking someone to death.
"S-Sir..." Anthony's lips trembled as he struggled for air. "S-Sir... I love your d-daughter..." He desperately grasped Dad's arm, but Dad remained unfazed.
My father grinned wickedly and tightened his grip on Anthony. "You think I care about that, young man?" he sneered. "Blame your father for this!"
I bit my lower lip and cowered behind a thick pillar, my vision blurred with impending tears. I searched for my voice, but it failed me.
I had gone to the university to meet Anthony, but I hadn't expected to find Dad strangling him.
I clutched tighter the gift I had prepared for Anthony. Instead of surprising him, it seemed I was the one taken aback. I didn't know the extent of the feud between my Dad and Anthony's father, but at that moment, only one thought crossed my mind; my father was there to find and kill my boyfriend.
I wanted to step forward and stop Dad, but fear paralyzed me. I knew he was ruthless; I had seen how he treated his employees. I couldn't bear to face his wrath.
Why?
Perhaps it was because of our secret relationship that Dad sought out Anthony and upon seeing him and knowing who his father was, Dad couldn't restrain himself from choking my boyfriend.
Maybe that was what happened.
I gasped as I heard a thud. My eyes widened as I looked at Dad. Anthony laid motionless on the ground. I held my breath.
Was he dead?
No, he couldn't be.
But why wasn't he moving?
I scrutinized Anthony closely. He lay still on the ground, not even a twitch. I cursed softly under my breath.
A chill ran down my spine as I contemplated the possibility of his death. My gaze darted to Dad. Was he truly a murderer?
My face paled as the realization hit me, and my chest tightened in denial. No. How could Dad kill someone so much younger than him?
He pulled something from his pocket and placed it beside Anthony. Then he stood upright. I pressed myself harder against the wall. I didn't want him to catch me witnessing his crime, fearing what might happen to me.
I heard his footsteps fade away. I sank to the ground and leaned against the wall. I looked up at the sky, closing my eyes to calm the pounding in my chest.
After a moment, I opened my eyes and quickly hid the gift box I had prepared for Anthony under the dense grass at the edge. I couldn't bear to take that gift back home after witnessing my boyfriend's death. It would surely haunt me in my dreams.
I stood up and took a deep breath. I kept telling myself that I wasn't the one who killed Anthony, yet my body continued to shake. Perhaps it was shock, or something else, but it wasn't safe to stay here any longer; someone might discover me.
I emerged from my hiding spot and approached Anthony's body. I looked at his face. He seemed to be peacefully sleeping. There was no sign that he had fought back against Dad's grip.
I bit my lip.
Why didn't he fight back? Why did he let Dad kill him? Was it because of me? Did he know that I loved my father and didn't want to lose him? Or was it because Dad was just too strong for him to resist?
"Anthony," I whispered, my voice choking with tears. "I-I'm sorry..."
I knelt beside his body and brushed his cheek. He was a handsome and promising young man. Many girls admired him, but here he was, lying motionless and breathless.
I clenched my fists tightly. My muscles went cold as a chill wind blew.
"I-I want..." I shook my head, frowning. "I want to seek justice for you, but he's my father... he's all I have right now. I'm sorry, but believe me, I loved you, Anthony."
It felt ironic to say that I loved him when I couldn't even get him justice.
I looked up at the dark sky and threw my head back, laughing bitterly. Hypocrite. Such a hypocrite!
What kind of role model student was I? I was a coward and a hypocrite!
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I wiped them away, standing up. I took a deep breath and, in a daze, walked towards the crowded part of the university.
I snapped out of my thoughts when someone bumped into me, causing me to sit on the concrete floor. "Oh!"
I blinked and looked up. I saw Jenica running towards me, her eyes wide and her mouth agape.
"A-Anthony! Anthony is dead!" she exclaimed.
Mr. Fuego smiled and said, "I'm dying, and my wife will inherit all of my wealth when I die. Divorce agreement is included in my last will." Such words led Jenica to believe Mr. Fuego's statements when he proposed a marriage of convenience to her. She expects her husband to die soon, so she takes extra special care of Mr. Fuego and prepares for life as a widow. Everything is lovely, but it has been years since she married him, and the coffin she has prepared for her dying husband is rusting, but Mr. Fuego seemed to have no plans to use it anytime soon. Jenica is worried especially now that she knows she is carrying his heir. If her husband discovers the truth, it is impossible for her to escape this secret marriage and she will perish at the hands of her terrible in-laws. She flees with his child on the night of her husband's final treatment and acquires enough wealth after a few years. When she returns to the country, she discovers that Mr. Fuego has fully recovered from his illness and is planning an engagement party for his new fiancee. Fiancee? Jenica is still alive, but her husband wants to remarry? Is he cursing her to die? So she went to her husband's engagement party full of anger and a desire for revenge because of what happened five years ago.
After joining the popular band, she finds herself in the hands of the mysterious Levi. She becomes his girlfriend, but she soon discovers that her boyfriend is not a simple person. Betrayed, abused, and used by Levi to the point of no return, she wish of running away. But it's not easy to get away from the man who is always inside her head, and the only way she sees to freedom is through the man she previously avoided and despised, Davies. However, Davies' only reason for approaching her is to learn the truth about that dark night two months ago, and he never intended to save her from Levi in the first place. In the dark world of idols, who can help when Levi will go to any length to keep her in his grasp?
Jewel is expected to be a modest Hasyenda Mangubat heiress, but she is addicted to erotic novels. She would buy those books in secret and hide them in her room to hide her vices from her parents. She reluctantly agreed to marry the Mayor's son, Gideon Manasseh, in the hope that Gideon would tolerate her vices. But, to her surprise, her new husband appears to be stricter than her parents. Not only do her vices need to be hidden from him, but so do her sexual nightmares. Because those wet dreams appear to crawl out of her fantasies and into reality... and it is scary than she thought.
Witness the adventures of the stranger Alfredo in the town of San Roque, and how each mysteries buried by previous generations unfold before him. Two centuries later, the people resting in the old cemetery of Sitio Batumbakal will once again be disturbed, and the secrets long forgotten by the people living in San Roque will be revived...
She is the loner, the outcast, and the bully's favorite target at school. When she become a young heiress of a noble house, everyone has to lower their heads in her presence. Now, she's back at school to let her bullies kneel before her! ~~~ After being bullied and an outcast for many years, Sydnee find out that her true mother is a noblewoman and she is a young heiress of a noble house. Her stepfather, the Duke, bring her to his household and train her to become a true heiress. However, her mother seems to dislike her so much and prefers to adore the adopted double-faced girl Catarina. Whatever she'll do, her mother will always be bias towards Catarina, and even support Catarina's plan to take her inheritance and usurp the position of Dukedom's heiress. But she, Sydnee, has promised herself to never back down from the fight to inheritance! Gaining the king's favor? Being a teacher's pet? It's easy to achieve. Even stirring the power factions in the capital is as easy as pie for her! This little white mice is not her opponent at all!
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?