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He tied my two hands up to a pole. Even my two feet. He even covered my eyes with a white cloth. My breathing quickened because he did that. Sweat was dripping from my forehead to my shoulders. I'm Fucking Nervous! I moved a little when I felt his finger on my neck against my chest. I really feel that way because I only have a bra and Panty! My blouse and skirt were ripped. Intentionally! I bit my lips when his tongue touches my soft breast. And I knew my bra was no longer there because she was free to kiss my chest. He sucked my peak while his hand were busy playing my left breast. I know Im wet down there. I feel that! "Ahh .." I couldn't help but moan at what he was doing to my body. He controlled me. My Whole Me! "Like that?" he asked with a painful voice. Even boys can do that huh? He pulled my panty down. When I felt my panty in my feet, my heart beat so fast. My breathing quickened even more because I knew he was free to see my whole body without obstruction. I want to see him! I want to see his face! The more heat he made playing with my delicacy. His finger teased my core. It caresses the center of my delicacy. I moaned loudly even though I had been suppressing it ever since. "You're wet ... and I'm fucking turn on." I moaned especially as I felt a finger slowly insert into me. When I'm about to moan, he covers my lip. He kissed me violently but was also slowly replaced by a softer and more painful kiss. Gradually my body and mind became his slave and I was drowning in what he was doing to my body. My own body is betraying me. Eventually I let out a loud and long growl. I'm so overwhelmed by the sensation he's giving me, and it's too late to remember .. "A stranger got my First."

"KIERSON ..." I stopped walking when I heard Maria's voice. "Hmm? What is it, Maria?" I heard my husband asked her. I closed my eyes as I gritted my teeth with so much irritation. I took a deep breath and I tried to calm myself. "I-I want ... I want to m-monitor our baby growth," she said sofly, she made sure that, there's a sadness on her voice. I raised my eyebrow and shook my head, repeatedly. What does he want to release? "Maria." "Please ... Eson, I want to be with this baby for longer ... please ..." I clenched my fist because I was so angry. "Maria ..." And why the h*ll her voice is so fre*king soft?! With feelings! D*mn you! And how dare her called my husband 'Eson'? That's my only nickname for him! The amount she already claims! Not because she is the mother of my husband’s eldest child is she entitled to that! I am still a legal! I am his wife. I calm myself again. "B-but ..." "You don't want to? You don't want your baby to grow up with his real mother?! Kierson ... please ..." I'm her biological mother, b*tch! "Your son will be angry, when he finds out that Xena is not his real mother! K-kierson ... please. I'm begging ... I want my son to grow up with me... please ..." she pleaded and I know, she's crying now. I could hear her sobs. Well, b*tch my husband and I talked about it. So there is nothing more you can do. Just accept the fact that you will be lost in our path, soon. "W-what do you want, Maria, hmm?" No! Don't listen to her, Kierson! "Separate your wife. Divorce her and marry me, m-marry me, Kierson and we can give our children a happy and complete life ..." "M-Maria ..." "Please! Divorce her or else! I will abort your child!" she said. And it was as if a bomb had exploded in my head by hearing those words. W-what? Until now? are they still doing something while I'm turning around? I thought ... has he changed? I felt the pain inside my chest ... I was caught there and a tear came down my cheek. Kierson ... how did you do this to me? Do I think you already love me? I thought you would accept ... "Yes ... yes, I'll divorce her. J-just stop crying. that will be with our child." That's it. I lose, I lose him. I'm Xena Carter-Mojeh, known as ruthless attorney, I'm a secret Mafia Queen and married with a f*cking playboy Dr. Kierson Mojeh. And this is my story ... Complicated.

"C-Cashren ..." "Cervin ..." I was shocked when I saw Cervin and ... Cashren on the veranda of our house. I was already staring at my stand while looking at the two of them. There seemed to be thousands of needles stuck in my heart and suddenly it hurt badly. The speed of its pulse and it was as if something was really squeezing him. M-It hurts, it hurts. It hurts me to see them like this. They just stood and faced each other. From where I was standing I looked up at the veranda on the second floor. I could hear what they were talking about. "I miss ... you, babe. W-Where have you been?" Cervin asked in a weakened voice. There was also a hint in her voice that she was crying. I didn't realize that my tears were already welling up and I was covering my mouth so that I couldn't let out my sobs. "I-I've been looking for you, babe. I-I've been looking for you for a long time ..." "Cervin ..." My knees were weakening so I knelt on the grass just outside our mansion. Or just their mansion? I don't belong here, eh. H-I'm not really a real family. P-But I admit that I have fallen in love with them. "M-Mommy?" baby Cerae called me and looked at me confused but when she saw me crying she hugged me. "Hush, mommy ..." "Don't g-go anywhere, babe. H-Don't leave us my son. Please ... d-just stay here ..." Cervin said and he still felt sorry for Cashren. Didn’t, Shin initially warn you not to fall for him? H-Don't love Cervin Raeson Vesalius because he has a legal wife and you, you're just his proxy wife. P-But I couldn't stop m-love him, eh. I love him, that it hurts me too. I fell in love with a man I loved in the first place. I fell in love with a married man. A-The pain is over now ... I-He found his wife and I couldn't even prepare. "I love you, Cashren. I l-love you, babe." My heart was broken when I heard the words spoken by the man I loved that I dreamed he would say to me. That I dreamed I could hear from his mouth but I did hear it, though not for me. I let go of baby Cerae's hug and I ran out. "M-Mommy, don't go! M-Mommy ... I'm fine ... Don't m-leave me, m-mommy ..." I no longer ignored Cervin’s son even though my heart longed not to leave him. But this is my only choice ... I have no place in their house, I have no place in Cervin's heart. And I know she would rather have her son grow up with its real mother. And I have no right to take it away. I'm no one, a nobody. And I'm st*pid, my t-nga because I love Cervin. Runaway is a best choice and I left them. I am Marshin Escalante, a young woman who just lived on the farm and became the proxy wife of Cervin Raeson Vesalius and this was the first chapter of my life. SOMEDAY, I'LL BE GONE signing off ...

"GOOD morning," I greeted the woman at the information desk. "Good morning, ma'am," she greeted back and smiled. "On which floor is Dr. de Cervantes?" I politely asked him and frowned at him. "5th floor, ma'am. Who are they?" If before there was a smile on his lips, now he is frowning and looks ... angry? "I'm Arthea Primero-de Cervantes. I'm his wife," I replied smiling and seemed proud to tell her that I was Dr. Cervantes' wife. of Cervantes. "I'm not kidding you," he said without emotion and I frowned. "Me either, I'm not joking around, miss. I just want to know where my husband's office is," I said and there was no emotion in my voice. Do I look like I'm joking with him? Not really, ah? I just want to know which floor my husband's office is on. Ay! It's on the 5th floor! He says. I was about to leave the girl when she stopped me. "Dr. de Cervantes went out earlier with his wife, miss," he said and really emphasized the word 'wife'. And at what he said it was as if a needle had sunk into my chest. Did I hear something wrong? Si ano? Is my husband with his wife? Seriously? E, I'm still here. Who is that wife? "W-who?" I asked stunned. "Jillian de Cervantes," she replied smiling. Huh? Jillian? Jillian de Cervantes? When else did de Cervantes change his surname? And what? J-jillian? Oh, yeah! Jillian, Jillian is his first love. I was holding onto my chest as I felt its pain more. None of my own walked back and I didn’t even notice the tears I had falling from my eyes. I was at the exit of the hospital when I saw my wife ... and she was with that woman. "Thank you for the treat, babe," I heard Jillian say and I stopped walking. "No problem, babe," my wife said with a smile. He was really different when he was with Jillian. With this woman Lervin rejoices. They were walking in my direction and I felt like I was stuck where I was. I can't move and I'm having a hard time. Lervin stopped walking when he saw me and I was confused. I started to walk and I did. But I also lost my balance and stumbled. I could feel the pain in my chin and I definitely had a wound from it. Funny, I can’t stand it. I could not move my body. "Miss, are you okay?" the man in front of me asked. Do I look okay in this situation? That was what I would have said to that man, but even my voice I could not get out. This is not the first time this has happened to me. Often, I lose my balance and often I can’t speak. Why is it? Is something wrong with me? Am I not normal? "Stand up, stupi-d." Tears welled up in my cheeks as I heard her cold voice. My husband ...

"Peaches don't hold his hand, he used that for masturbation." I said that made Peaches broke her hold and blushed. Phillip glared at me and looked at Lady whose full attention was still on Kuya Allen. Ouchie twinnie. We didn't take much time in Bega Falls because we still need to climb again, good thing that Peaches and Mona helped us carry our bags while Phillip's carrying me on his back so I wouldn't get tired. Lady on the other hand, keeps on flirting with Kuya Allen whose just too kind to not ignore her. After a long way of climbing, we were back again on the road but this time Phillip was the one driving and we let Kuya Allen rest for a while. Were on our way to our next destination when Peaches' mom called and told her that Kuya Lucas got accident and she needs to get there ASAP, so we rode back to San Francisco instead. It was already nine on the evening when we arrived at home and everyones already asleep. I was wearing my usual pantulog, which is a dolphin shorts and a spaghetti strap shirt and went down to the kitchen to get my milk because I can't sleep. I opened the fridge and took out a box of fresh milk because I'm not into warm milk, then stayed there for a few minutes. I tapped my fingers on the kitchen bar and noticed that someone just came from outside using the backdoor, I looked at my surroundings and spotted the kitchen knife and hold it. I walked slowly until I was on the back of that someone and was about to stab him but then he turned around and shoved the knife off my hands. I shouted but he hastily covered my mouth with his left hand while this right arm encircled around my waist to prevent me from falling. This is too cliché for me. I kicked his balls that made him remove his grip on me. "F*ck!" He groaned. I immediately got the frying pan that was on my side all along but he caught both of my hands and pinned me on the wall. Sh*t! I can feel his bulged in between my thighs!

For five years, I abandoned my status as the heiress of the powerful Montgomery family to play the role of a poor, submissive housewife for Barrett. Then, a bank notification popped up on my phone. Barrett had forged my digital signature and transferred our entire $50 million joint trust fund to a woman named Crista Reid. When I called his boardroom to confront him, he humiliated me in front of a dozen Wall Street executives. "Stop acting like a hysterical housewife. You're living in a penthouse I pay for, so don't embarrass yourself." I broke into his encrypted laptop and uncovered the sickening truth. Crista was his mistress, and they had a five-year-old son together. Barrett hadn't just stolen my money; he had spent years painting me as a helpless charity case he rescued, completely erasing the fact that my financial models built his entire company. He thought I was just a discarded peasant he could manipulate, cheat on, and replace. He truly believed he held absolute power over my life. He had no idea that I still possessed the highest security clearance of the Montgomery empire. I pulled an old BlackBerry from a hidden wall compartment, plugged it in, and dialed my family's lawyer. "Draft the prenup for Commodore Clayton IV," I ordered, choosing to marry Wall Street's most ruthless predator. "I'm done playing the peasant."

For ten years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to my wealthy husband, managing his severe OCD and hosting flawless high-society parties. But on our tenth anniversary, when I brought him his special hangover soup, I caught him sleeping with my younger sister in our master bedroom. Instead of panicking, he coldly handed me divorce papers with zero assets. He told me I was just a "placeholder" until my sister finished her degree and was ready to take my spot. Desperate, I called my mother for help, only to find out she had known about their affair for years. "You don't have Jana's drive or her looks. You clean house and you cook. That's not a wife, that's a domestic." My own mother sneered at me, telling me to walk away quietly because our family needed his financial support. They kicked me out of the penthouse with nothing but a suitcase, laughing that a woman who hadn't worked in a decade would end up begging on the streets. I bled for this family for ten years, only to be thrown away like garbage when my sister wanted my life. But they didn't know that while I was playing the boring housewife, I had secretly earned a Cordon Bleu diploma, a Cornell nutrition certification, and a Columbia master's degree. Using a hidden photo to blackmail a property out of him, I packed my elite credentials and landed a $300,000-a-year job managing a billionaire's estate. When my ex-husband drunkenly called days later demanding I come back to serve him, I calmly hit block.

I was Landon Mercer's secret girlfriend and loyal assistant for four years. I thought my absolute devotion would eventually win his heart. But he casually announced his engagement to a wealthy heiress, reminding me I was just a convenient nobody from an orphanage. When I got trapped in a horrific car crash and begged him to call an ambulance, he just hung up on me, annoyed that my bleeding was ruining his romantic getaway. He even blackmailed me with my orphanage's land lease, forcing me to attend his engagement party as a prop. At the party, his elite family and friends brutally humiliated me. They deliberately crushed my broken arm, poured red wine over my head, and kicked me into a freezing pond. When Landon finally pulled me out, he didn't care that I was suffocating and turning blue. "Are you out of your mind? You come out here and cause a scene during my engagement party?" He threw a stack of cash at my shivering body, furious that I had embarrassed him in front of his wealthy guests. Looking at the hundred-dollar bills floating in the muddy water, my four years of foolish love completely died. To him, I wasn't even human; I was just a cheap toy he could abuse and pass around. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg. I dragged my soaked, battered body into a car and headed straight to the penthouse of his biggest billionaire rival. It was time to burn Landon Mercer's world to the ground.

For two years, Clementine played the perfectly obedient wife to billionaire Donovan Bray, wearing his heavy diamonds and enduring his cold indifference. Until she accidentally saw his tablet and discovered she was just a "collateral asset"—a cheap lookalike prop hired to make his ex-girlfriend, Gisela, jealous. When Gisela returned to New York, Donovan's mask completely slipped. During a vicious argument where he mocked Clementine as a pathetic shadow, he grabbed her, causing her to fall down a flight of marble stairs. Waking up in the hospital, Clementine learned she had miscarried a six-week-old baby she didn't even know she had. But what truly shattered her was hearing Donovan's voice through the cracked hospital door. "It changes nothing." He coldly lied to his friend that the fall had caused permanent infertility. "It was probably for the best." He had killed her unborn child and casually dismissed her worth, truly believing she was a penniless nobody who would suffer his abuse in silence. He thought he held all the power, leaving her broken and discarded for his true love. What Donovan didn't know was that his fragile, dependent wife was secretly "C.", the billionaire genius behind Aurelian, the world's most exclusive luxury jewelry empire. Lying in the sterile room, Clementine dried her tears, filed for a ruthless divorce, and permanently froze his supplementary black card. It was time to show him who really held the strings.

To revenge herself on her unfaithful fiancé Kevin, Isidora hides her striking beauty behind a plain disguise, and targets his uncle - the most formidable man Kevin fears. After one reckless night, Isidora leaves cash as payment and says lightly, "You were good last night." She tries to leave quietly, but is pulled into his arms. "You think you can walk away after this?" he says, his tone low and possessive. Cedrick is a feared, untouchable titan on Wall Street - elegant, aloof, and completely uninterested in women. Not even the most beautiful socialites in the city can catch his eye. When gossip spreads that he was seen pressing a woman against a wall and kissing her fiercely, no one believes it. When the rumors name Isidora, the crowd scoffs. He rejects even the most beautiful women, so why would he notice a plain girl like her? All doubt disappears when they see the dignified Cedrick drop to one knee to help Isidora with her shoe, pleading softly for just one kiss. When Kevin finally sees Isidora's true beauty and begs for forgiveness. But Cedrick kicks him out at once, slams a marriage certificate on the table, and says sharply. "Call her Aunt."

The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

I was cheated on by my scumbag boyfriend. On the night I got blackout drunk, I married a stranger, and when I woke up, I only found a marriage certificate and a black card. He took care of my scumbag ex for me, gave me a canary diamond ring, but refused to show his face-he only called me baby on video calls. I ran to my best friend's house to hide, only to find that the billionaire next door, who made my heart skip a beat, had the exact same scent as him. My best friend cried and begged me: "He's Augustus, a tyrant who eats people alive!" But only I knew that the man who pressed me against the terrace railing, leaned down to kiss me, and whispered "I'll protect you" softly. Fifty thousand dollars to sneak photos of his private office? I'll go. Not for the money, but to ask him to his face- Gus, how many secrets are you hiding? And how long have you been craving me?

After five years in a maximum-security women's prison, Abbey Dudley was finally released. Her billionaire brother came to pick her up in a luxury SUV, but it wasn't to welcome her home. Five years ago, her adopted sister Emmie pushed a girl down a flight of concrete stairs. To protect their precious golden child, Abbey's biological parents forced her to take the bloody trophy and the blame, locking her in a cage at seventeen. While they took Emmie to Paris Fashion Week, Abbey was gagged with bleach-soaked towels and her leg was shattered by an iron pipe. They froze her eighteen-million-dollar trust fund and secretly transferred every cent to Emmie. On the day of her release, they dragged her to a grand ballroom filled with New York's elite. They forced her to wear her yellowed, frayed high school uniform, intending to publicly humiliate her as a degenerate gambling addict and an academic failure to highlight Emmie's perfection. Abbey stood there with a ruined leg and a hollowed-out soul. How could her own flesh and blood strip a Stanford-bound genius of her perfect grades, hand them to an adopted stranger, and throw their biological daughter to the wolves without a second thought? "Since you surgically removed the facts that make you monsters, I invite everyone here to verify the truth." Under the horrified gasps of the crowd, Abbey exposed their forged evidence and shattered their perfect facade. Leaving her terrified parents and screaming brother in the ruins of their reputation, she walked out into the cold night, gripping a single silver embroidery needle. She was going to carve out every drop of blood they took from her, with interest.

For six years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Hartwell Ware, enduring his coldness because I thought my love could eventually thaw his heart. Then, my friend sent me a photo. Hartwell was at the airport, tenderly holding the waist of his first love, Eveline Craig. He came home smelling of her synthetic rose perfume, accused me of stalking him, and coldly demanded a divorce. His lawyer handed me a thick settlement agreement. It offered astronomical alimony and luxury properties, but it came with a humiliating ten-page non-disclosure agreement. He wanted to buy my silence. He wanted to strip me of my rights to our son and gag me permanently, just so he could parade his new life with Eveline without any PR backlash. Even now, he still thought I was a gold digger who had orchestrated a media scandal to trap him into marriage. I stared at the man I had worshipped for two thousand days. My six years of desperate devotion had been nothing but a humiliating, one-sided delusion. Hope was finally dead, and with it, my tears had completely dried up. He expected me to cry, to beg, to negotiate for more millions. Instead, I snatched the pen, crossed out the massive alimony, and signed my name on the dotted line. "I am taking the basic child support, and not a single red cent more." Leaving my five-carat diamond ring on the marble table, I walked out the door with nothing but my old suitcase.