Melissa Brant, a poor vegetable seller, from the poorest family in Rio Hondo finds herself sourcing for fund to pay her mother's medical bills. Fanny Luis, the richest mogul in Rio Hondo offers to grant her the money but for a price. "I will give you the money but you must sign a contract marriage with my mad son," he told her. Melissa never knew what she was opting for until she shared roof with Brian, the most violent mad man in Rio Hondo. Later Fanny reminded her, "You must give me a grandchild. Didn't you read the contract marriage agreement?" She was a virgin and never expected to get intimate with her mad husband. Fortunately, after she helped Brian regain his sanity, obsession possessed them. "Now I am fulfilled you have regained your sanity. The contract marriage agreement says you can divorce me once you regain your sanity. Please, Brian let me go," she pleaded. "I don't mind losing my sanity again if I deny what this heart feels for you now. I crave to stay with you forever. To hell with the divorce," Brian replied coldly. What will be their fate? Lets' turn the pages. It is going to be a bumpy ride. A must read!
Once upon a time on a crisp November morning, late summer in Rio Hondo, at the Fanny's Villa, bottles of beer, rum and cigars were seen littered all over the table. And carelessly scattered on the floor were G-string, pants, sleeves and dress. In the other corner the bed was creaking hugely under the weight of two figures. A sonorous moan blared and hung over them. Like a trumpet, the female voice amplified the most out of the window, while the male voice groaned and grunted at a terribly disturbing way.
Opula was bouncing and having her fragile, slender waist astride the legs of Ken, whose mouth was gaping, and hands infinitely stroking and fondling her fragile small breasts.
"You...you are not doing badly today," Ken stuttered under her weight and squeezed her tapering waist.
She shut her eyes and breathed hard. "Yesterday's sex was horrendous," she sounded through moan and clenched her teeth to pound harder. "I am going to give it to you hot!" she managed to say in a breath.
Neither of them spoke again. A hush of silence would have hung over them except for the bed that creaked under their weight and the slap-slap sound of her thighs against his.
Hastily, Ken swung her over the bed and got on top of her. He pinned her soft palms to the bedspread, shot his groovy eyes into hers and slammed a little more into her, before he began to jerk uncontrollably.
"Oh, not yet," she nagged, and dragged a furrowed brow while she vibrated under him.
Ken gripped her blonde, lush hair, gritted, and frowned at his face while he jerked without end. His body stilled and suddenly relaxed, before his face fell on her neck and started burning her with his warm breath.
She pushed him aside.
"You are a two-second husband. You are horrible in bed," she cursed, and grabbed the duvet to cover her nakedness. She sighed.
Ken held his breath.
"This is not an orgy. I am having my wife," he groaned and stroked his ponytail.
He was the husband to Opula, first daughter of Fanny's. Ken was tall, well-built with strong facial features. He was a live-in husband, just like the other husbands, who found no fault in being taken care of by their billionaire father-in-law.
"Same story every day. Opula is not enjoying it anymore," she glowered, snorted, nagged and added, "You are always impossible." Her nostrils flared and eyes lined with insatiability.
Ken's jaw sagged in rage. He didn't want to tell her he found it awkward. But he was going to say his fury in any way he could.
"Well, I am not as impossible as your mad brother who set my most expensive tuxedo on fire," he replied without remorse.
Her eyes flinted with anger and her face went crimson, before her nose wrinkled "How dare you call my brother mad!" she snapped and widened her gaze at him.
He sat up. "But he ....." Ken couldn't complete his grievance.
Pa!
A slap interposed him, and he paused, lowered his gaze, brought his palms on his chin to nurse his pain.
She crawled out of bed, advanced to the door and yanked it open.
"Leave my chamber this minute!" she ordered and watched as Ken's hand nursed his itchy cheeks.
"You raised your hands on me?" He sounded calm, and stared at her with his watery green eyes burning with fury.
"And I will do it over and over again if you ever call my brother mad and insult him the way you just did!" she echoed.
"But he is mad, and he ruined my tuxedo," he barked and slammed his hand on the bed in revenge.
His response infuriated her even the more.
"You dumb ass grouch! Leave my chamber!" she commanded yet again and pointed at the door impatiently.
"Your Chamber?" he asked with a shrug.
"Yes, my chamber. This villa belongs to my father, who feeds you, shelters you and clothes you. Now leave!" She gestured at the door in a final decision.
Feeling disgruntled, Ken's lips curled as he squeezed into his pair of pants, grabbed his shirt and left like thunder.
The door slammed!
Meet Opula, the eldest daughter of the richest man in Rio Hondo. She was arrogant, eclectic, with a curvaceous body. Her hair was brunette and her height towering. And not only was she overprotective, but also believed in respect, loyalty and dominance. Her family was her priority. Her prodigy, who called her only brother mad and maltreated him, got bullied and hated for life. Just as she believed in the affluence and wealth of her father, she certainly believed someday she would be made heiress to the multibillion dollar Fanny Group, since their only heir had lost his sanity.
With his hand still on his cheeks, and his expression hardened, Ken walked past a couple of maids, sneered and pushed away the ones that came in his way and barged into his chamber.
Once he was out of sight, Salsa, the chief maid of Fanny's, laughed tauntingly as she tucked to the corner with the rest of the maids.
"What could be the problem now?" she asked a junior maid who peered at her for gossip.
"I overheard a sensual moan from their chamber ..." Another maid interrupted, "I think he got bashed for disappointing Opula in bed again," she mumbled, gagging her mouth with her hands as she glared around for any onlooker.
Salsa's finger was on her lips. "Shhh!" She glared around before adding, "Return to your duty post," she ordered.
They dispersed, and their high-heels knocked innumerably on the floor as they left.
Salsa was about to advance to Opula's chamber, when Opula's worried, feline face came through the door.
"Get Brian ready for dinner with my father," her voice beamed.
"Yes ma'am," Salsa responded, bowed and left to do her bidding.
At a later time, Salsa ran back to Opula's chamber and was howling deep down her lungs.
"What is the problem?" Opula queried, and shot her oval disturbing looks at her. "Chin up and talk to me!" she barked. "What is the problem?"
Salsa was huffing and puffing to say a word.
"What is it? Speak!" Opula snapped yet further.
Salsa flinched.
"I... I went to Brian's room, and he wasn't in. I searched the whole villa and couldn't find him. I could only find his clothes in the garden. I think he has gone out onto the street as usual," She wailed as she raised the clothes.
"Why did you leave someone kept under your care? Now listen, you dope," she gripped her ears and squeezed them.
Salsa grinned in pain.
"If anything should happen to my brother, you are as good as dead. Go and find him now!"she beamed.
THIS FANTASY ROMANCE IS RATED 18+ AND NOT SUITABLE FOR PERSONS UNDER THE AGE OF 18 Ever since Greg's parents were gruesomely murdered by a radial alpha king by name Lord Mayor, he has been out to bring vengeance upon Lord Mayor and his household, and he would stop at nothing. Meanwhile Greg has a mate, Sasha, whom he loves so much and on her eighteenth birthday after she scented him to be her mate she made a maddening revelation that would definitely spark up enmity between them. What would be the fate of Greg now he knows that Lord Mayor is Sasha's father and it is he that murdered his parents some time ago? Would their Cinderella-love conquer all or would Greg's vengeance say otherwise? Their destiny has a role to play; either of them would decide. . Let's flip the pages to find out.
"Just because I couldn't afford to buy a gold ring for my wife she cheated on me with her boss. Today I am the heir to the company where they work," Jamole intoned... Jamole was a poor janitor who adored his wife, Stella so much. When his wife wanted a gold ring for her birthday gift, he told her he was a pauper and couldn't afford one but for her sake he was going to buy her the gold ring. He worked harder and painstakingly spent his life savings as a janitor to buy her one. When he visited home to give her the gold ring, he met a flamboyant man banging her in their matrimonial bed. Worst still, Stella yelled at Jamole and ordered him to go on his knees and apologize for distracting them. As though that wasn't enough, she tossed divorce papers at him and demanded for a divorce since he wouldn't apologize. Jamole left the marriage heartbroken and pained. He bumped into a disable girl in a wheel chair who begged on the street and proposed marriage to her with the same ring. From that moment his financial life changed and he became the richest tycoon in Antipolo. How did it happen? Who is the disable girl in a wheel chair? And what would his revenge look like?
In order to seal a $ 1 billion contract deal with the affluent family, the Fanny’s, Brian goes out of his way to fall in love with a girl, whose family’s horrible past shouldn’t be toiled with. Later Kate is heartbroken as she discovers Brian has a wife and four children and has deceived her all along and regrettably Brian discovers it is Kate’s family that sent his family into bankruptcy which led to the death of his father. What would Brian’ decision be? Would they be true love or revenge? Let’s find out…
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
[Cute Baby + Secret Identity + Powerful hero and heroine!] Caroline loved Damian with all her heart for five whole years. She devoted herself to him and lived humbly for his sake. However, when the couple faced a crisis, she hoped that the news of her pregnancy would fix their marriage, but what she got in return was just a divorce agreement. And to make things worse, while she was about to give birth, she had fallen into someone's trap and her life was in danger. After managing to survive such a harrowing experience, she was determined to cut all ties with the man. Five years later, she re-emerged with her head held high, being the CEO of a famous company. Those who used to bully her now got a taste of their own medicine. And the truth about the past gradually surfaced... Dazzled by Caroline's newfound confidence, her ex-husband wanted to get back together with her, but she just turned a blind eye to his advances. Damian pleaded desperately, "Honey, our baby needs both his parents. Please remarry me!"
PERMISSION IS TAKEN FRIM THE ORIGINAL, BE WARNED!! Do you believe in Myths? Just when she thinks it can't get any worse, it does. Lucy lost everything four years ago in a rogue attack. She's been abused, starved, rejected, and broken. As her eighteenth birthday approaches, strange things start to happen, things that only happen once every century. She finds friendship in the most unlikely place and escapes to find her true self with the help of the most dangerous Alpha. Warning: This werewolf trilogy is not intended for anyone under the age of 18 or anyone who doesn't enjoy a good spanking. It will take you on adventures around the world, make you laugh, fall in love, crush your heart and possibly leave you drooling.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."