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Driven by his determination to secure custody of his children, billionaire Kerill Wang is forced to hire a woman to act as their mother for three months. That decision leads him to Charlene Rosarios, a simple provincial girl who comes to Manila in search of work. He offers her a contract worth one million pesos and in her desperation, she accepts, unaware that she is about to step through the gates of hell. Kerill’s children are anything but kind. Used to seeing their father introduce a different woman into their lives again and again, they do everything they can to drive Charlene away. Will Charlene survive the cruelty she must endure inside that massive mansion? How long can she tolerate Kerill’s cold, cutting words about who she is? Will she ever win the hearts of the children? Follow this heartfelt story filled with humor, pain, and love, a journey that begins with nothing more than a signed contract. Can true love be found when everything is only meant to last for three months?

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"

On the night her world collapses, she loses more than a relationship. Betrayed on her birthday and drenched in a storm that mirrors her heartbreak, she is forced to confront the life she has been silently enduring. By day, she is the obedient daughter of a powerful businessman. By night, she is the anonymous author of a bestselling novel that has touched millions. A name she hides behind. A voice she was never meant to have. When a chance encounter in the rain brings her face to face with a rising filmmaker carrying his own scars and expectations, everything begins to shift. What starts as a professional deal soon entangles ambition, secrets, and unresolved emotions neither of them planned for. As love betrays, identities blur, and the film industry watches closely, she must decide whether to remain invisible or finally claim the life she wrote herself into existence. Some stories are born from dreams. Others rise from heartbreak, rain, and the courage to be seen.

Amara Piers is living the dream everyone double-taps on Instagram. For ten years, Sebastian Creed hasn’t just been her husband; he’s been her entire world. As the charismatic CEO of a global empire, Sebastian is the man who has everything, yet he acts as if Amara is his only prize. The handwritten morning notes, the spontaneous anniversary trips to Paris, the way he looks at her as if she’s the only woman in the room—it was the "perfect" marriage. Or so she thought. The facade doesn’t crack; it shatters. On a mundane Thursday morning, a stranger delivers a sentence that turns Amara’s fairy tale into a psychological horror story: “Ma’am, I’m sorry... but your marriage certificate and your child’s adoption papers are both fake.” In one heartbeat, Amara realizes she isn’t a wife, and she might not legally be a mother. The man she worshipped hasn’t just been keeping secrets; he’s been orchestrating a decade-long performance. As the walls of her high-end life close in, Amara must face a terrifying reality: Sebastian Creed didn't marry her because he loved her. He "captured" her. Now, the woman who was once his greatest treasure is becoming his greatest threat. To reclaim her life and walk away from her husband's child, Amara must disappear from a man who has the resources to find anyone, anywhere. But how do you run from a man who knows your every thought before you even think it? She was the woman he claimed to love. Now, she’s the one woman he can’t be allowed to keep.

Isla thought she had escaped her toxic marriage, until her past walks back into her life. When she becomes an employee to a well-known company under the control of a powerful and dangerously captivating CEO, she never expects to fall for him. But as passion ignites and secrets unfold, her manipulative ex resurfaces, determined to reclaim what he believes is still his. Now Isla must choose: fear or a love worth fighting for.

Vanessa Smith,a smart, driven, woman who is ready to prove she belongs in the corporate world. Landing a position at Drake Enterprises is the opportunity of a lifetime,but working under Alexander Drake is nothing like she expected. Cold. Calculated. Intimidating.Alexander doesn’t just challenge her professionally, he pushes her in ways that leave her unsettled and strangely drawn to him. But Alexander isn’t just a powerful billionaire with impossible standards. He’s hiding something Because in a world where power and love collide, falling for the wrong man could cost her everything.

Family is a luxury not everyone can afford. Adelyn learned that the day Clara returned to the Scott family —and she quietly stopped belonging. No one abused her. No one hurt her openly. But the love that was once hers alone became divided. The attention that once chose her … became something she had to borrow. And whenever something precious stood between her and Clara —Adelyn was the one asked to let go. Not once. Not twice. But every single time. Her dreams. Her choices. Her place in the family. Her heart didn’t break in a single moment —it wore down slowly … until nothing remained worth fighting for. So, she erased herself from their world. Not in anger. Not in revenge. But to save what little of herself was left. ————— Seven years later, Adelyn returned. Not for the Scott family. Not for their love. She came back for the dreams she was once forced to abandon —and this time, nothing would be taken from her. No compromises. No sacrifices. Only her life. Her rules. She breathed in freedom. “No family…no shackles.” But just then— Two small arms wrapped around her legs. She stiffened. Looking down, she met a pair of familiar doe eyes staring up at her with unwavering trust. “Mama … Eira waited long for you. Don’t leave again.” …Mama? Before she could understand or react, a tall shadow fell over them. A man stood there —gaze sharp, cold, claiming —looking at her like she had belonged to him. “You dared to show up again?” Adelyn felt clueless. She would have asked him what he meant, however — Before she could speak — the ground vanished beneath her feet. A powerful arm lifted her effortlessly. “Since you dared …” his voice dropped —low, restrained, dangerous. “Don’t think of escaping again.

Aloof. Dangerous. Untouchable. Lorenzo Moretti is a billionaire mafia boss who controls the city and he doesn’t answer to anyone. His world is precise, powerful, and dangerous… until Elena steps into his life. Curious, defiant, and unafraid, she draws his attention in ways no one else has. Their connection is intense, addictive, and dangerous. Every interaction pulls Elena deeper into a world of power, obsession, and dark desire a world where Lorenzo decides the rules, and she must learn to navigate them… or be consumed. Dark romance, toxic obsession, and an untouchable male lead.

Willow wakes in a hospital bed injured, medicated, and alone. She is informed that her life, as she understood it, ended weeks earlier. Her fiancé is there. Calm. Controlled. He explains that they broke up before the accident and that the separation was mutual. He says he remained by her side only out of decency. He is already involved with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and speaks as though this version of events has always been established fact. No one in the room challenges him. The doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion and trauma. Nurses lower their voices and repeat the same explanation with careful reassurance until it becomes official, documented, and final. Each repetition strips away her certainty, replacing memory with doubt. When Willow looks to the one person who could contradict him, she finds no relief. Her fiancé’s closest friend, a man who has never hidden his dislike for her, says nothing. He offers a brief nod that confirms the narrative without words. With that single gesture, the past is closed. Every detail they present contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks have been erased. Conversations have been rewritten. A relationship has been reassigned without her consent. If she resists, she will be labeled unstable, emotional, and unreliable. She will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. So Willow stays silent. Within that silence, something colder begins to take shape. She begins to question why her fiancé needed the past rewritten at a moment when she cannot safely object. She begins to wonder why his closest friend chose this precise moment to agree. She begins to realize that decisions were made about her while she lay unconscious and defenseless. The Quietest Knife is a dark psychological romance centered on gaslighting, betrayal, and power disguised as care. It follows a slow, deliberate descent into manipulation, control, and revenge, where harm is inflicted quietly and authority wears the mask of concern. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance.

“Are you afraid of me?” Drogo voice was quiet but something underneath it was wrong. He was calm. Too calm — Not after what he had just done with his bare hands... Karen’s lips quivered violently, but her throat refused to open. No sound escaped. The metallic scent of blood reached her nose as he climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “You don’t have to be scared, Schatzi” Drogo murmured in a soft tone, tilting his head as he studied her paralysis with unsettling interest. “You’re not lying to me.” His jaw tightened faintly. “They lie,” he whispered with a gleam in his eyes. A gleam she had never seen before. Drogo added, “Every single one of them lied. They always do...” He leaned closer. “But you…” His lips curved. “You would never lie to me, Schatzi.” The sound of the German pet name he'd given her now felt heavier in her chest. Karen wanted to shake her head, to deny whatever twisted certainty he had built around her. Her body remained numb. Drogo then raised his hand, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the sheets. His fingers touched her cheek, still warm. He then dragged them slowly across her skin, leaving a dark red streak as though marking her. “You’re not scared of me…” he decided softly, almost reverently. “Only liars are scared of me.” He leaned down and pressed his blood-smeared lips to her forehead. “I know you’ll never lie to me,” he whispered against her skin. He smiled from ear to ear. “That’s why I love you.” ● ● ● Life isn't suppose to be that hard... Quite straightforward, actually. After all, Karen had just one mission. Get close enough to Drogo Vetter and extract valuable information from him — How he ended up between her legs is irrelevant. But that's not a major problem, it doesn't still affect the main mission. It's just one of those things people do to pass time and feel pleasure... What's the worse that could happen? ... Aside from Drogo being assigned as her next target. Shit.

Alone and desperate to get out of debt, Ava begins to work odd jobs to keep herself afloat. She calls her gift for singing a silly talent and uses it to earn small cash at local bars. But a simple song from her was able to put Leon Prescott to sleep in seconds. Leon is old, wealthy and has insomnia. He walked into the bar that night hoping to spend the money he didn’t need on girls who needed it. Ava was the lucky girl of the night. She sang to him, he fell asleep immediately. Something that never happened. He needed her, he had to find her but she was gone. Destined to meet again, Ava is handed a contract. Move into Leon’s mansion as a live-in personal assistant and sing him to bed every night and get a hefty pay. The desperation caved in and killed her independence. She accepted, thus walking into a life of love, pain, and war.

The sound of loud slapping windows jolted her from her sleep. She carefully got down from the bed, walking towards the window to shut it closed. She froze instantly, turning cold with fear at the familiar figure standing right outside her window. She staggered backwards. “No,” she shook her head in disbelief, but that didn’t stop him from jumping through her window. She ran for the door, desperately trying to unlock it, but it wasn’t even budging. Her heart raced in her chest, her palms clammy, and then she felt his large presence behind her, slamming his hand on the door right beside her head. She slowly turned to find those cold gray eyes staring at her. She trembled. “H-how did you f-find me?” A sinister smirk suddenly appeared on his lips, his eyes shining with an evil glint. “Didn’t I tell you, Lilian? You run, I chase.” His hand shot to her throat, his thumb caressing it gently, and then he covered the distance between them, leaning in for his hot breath to fan her neck. His hand held her small waist, pulling her impossibly closer to himself. “Now you must be punished, princess.” In a bid to escape her cold husband and her cruel family, Lilian finds herself in an even more dangerous situation that either mends or breaks her.

Summer’s marriage to Gideon had been nothing short of a fairytale. Their days were filled with joy and peace until one incident ruined everything completely. The man she loved the most accused her of cheating. ======= “Who is the father of the child?” Gideon thundered, squeezing her shoulders. His crushing grip made her wince in pain and fear. “It’s yours. Why won’t you believe me?” “I wanted to. But these reports tell different story.” He threw the paternity test reports at her. “Hope is not my child?” The ground shattering revelation rattled Summer. She tried everything to save this marriage, but it didn’t turn well. Hidden conspiracy and betrayal tore her world apart, costing her everything, including her own life. The moment she thought it was over, she found herself gone back in time. She had been reborn. Armed with the knowledge of what was to come, she vowed to protect herself and her family. ====== “Since I’ve been given a second chance, I’ll not let the history to repeat.” She thought she would stay far away from Gideon, but fate had other plans. He appeared in front of her again six years later. This time, he didn’t want to kill her. He wanted to trap her, torment her, and own her. Would Summer let him ruin her again? Would she be able to change her fate this time? “In this life, you can never escape me,” Gideon hissed. Summer looked into his eyes coldly. “We ended things six years ago. I’ll never let you crawl back into my life again.” Pinching her chin, he declared, “No one can stop me from reclaiming you, not even you.”

Bound by Mistake: Married to the Crown Prince and the CEO She was running late for work. He was driving to close a billion-dollar deal. One rainy night in Seoul, a single mistake changes everything. The crash should have ended their lives. It did. But death wasn’t supposed to come for them that day. Taken before separate divine courts, they are told their deaths were a clerical error. Their time wasn’t up. To return to their original bodies—now lying in comas—they must complete a divine trial. The punishment? They must live two lives. In ancient Korea, he is a cold Crown Prince forced into a political marriage. She becomes his sharp-tongued wife, trapped in palace conspiracies, jealous rivals, and dangerous power struggles. In modern Seoul, he is a ruthless billionaire CEO bound to her through a contract marriage filled with tension, scandals, and a white moonlight ex-fiancée determined to take him back. They both remember the accident. They both know they are living two lives. But they are forbidden from revealing the truth. If they try, the system punishes them. As missions rise and emotions grow dangerously real in both worlds, they begin to notice something impossible— The same scar. The same heartbeat. The same fate. They were never meant to survive. But now that destiny has bound them together in two worlds— Will love complete the trial… Or will one mistake cost them everything?

Abandoned on the Altar, my Mate to be chose my twin sister over me, and just when I thought it was over, he came to my rescue. "Be my Luna!" His voice echoed, "only in that way can you exact your revenge." I am Tessa Sinclair, I never bow to anyone but I found myself succumbing to his proposal. One thing was certain, he was my pack enemy and the very rival to my Mate to be. But I needed revenge and he seems to be the only key to getting it. But will I be able to survive in this proposal, which clearly states- "No EMOTIONAL INVOLVEMENT!" Now the whole world is trying to figure out who I am but I am trying to figure out who he is and I hated it! [MATURE CONTENT WARNING]

***MATURE CONTENT***He cheats, she waits and takes him back. Cheats again, and again, and the same thing happens. But one day Vivian Rose is fed up with her ex's wandering eye and decides to have some fun of her own. Enter billionaire and unapologetic playboy Ryan Terrell. A man with a hardened outer shell but a soft heart. They agree to a night of fun, but one night just isn't enough and they enter into an ‘arrangement' pretty soon the lines get blurred.

In the steam-powered era of depleted magic, the continent is heading towards an inevitable sinking. Victor Reinhardt, originally a low-level worker during the European economic crisis of the 2020s—delivering takeout late and receiving bad reviews, working overtime in factories without pay, defaulting on his mortgage, and dying in a car accident on a stormy night—is transported to a dilapidated minor noble family, becoming the most marginalized illegitimate son. This is a magical world resembling 1912: nobles monopolize magic crystals through ancient bloodlines, the propaganda of "unsinkable" steamships masks an iron wall of class divisions, and the lower-class magicians struggle in factories and mines. The magic economy is inflated like the Titanic—overexploitation, credit inflation, a frenzy for transnational magical bonds… everyone is reveling on deck, but no one sees the iceberg approaching. Victor awakens two great talents: A keen eye for business: discerning value differences, breaking down costs, and calculating compound interest as naturally as breathing; and a silver tongue: persuasion, negotiation, and oratory that sweeps through hearts like a storm. Starting from repairing pigsties and selling handmade magic soaps, he gradually built a small workshop, a chamber of commerce, and a bank… He befriended a cold and beautiful knight, a fanatical alchemical genius, a down-on-his-luck nobleman, and a black market fox spirit, forming a cross-class partnership. When "Magic Thursday" arrived—the largest magic mining group went bankrupt, a chain reaction of bank runs engulfed the continent like a tsunami, noble banks collapsed, and monster hordes invaded in the chaos. The giant ocean liner "Eternal Dawn" became the last hope for escape—Victor did not run away. He hoarded food, acquired bankrupt assets, issued relief magic crystal vouchers, and delivered the powerful "Castor Manifesto"... Using his modern economic memory and eloquence, he reversed the bank run, stabilized public sentiment, and forced the nobles to compromise. He didn't want to overthrow the old order, but to make the lie of "unsinkable" a reality: to establish a new era of magical constitutionalism, market freedom, and social security. Could a European illegitimate son prevent the Titanic, named "Continent," from repeating its tragic fate? From a lowly laborer to a redemption merchant of the Magic Federation, this is an epic journey of rewriting destiny with gold and incantations.