"In this circle, Irma, it doesn't work that way. It hurts, but we can't be!" The sweet, despotic, icy voice that used to thaw her down now imperiled her cool, evoking shivers of immense heartache and incredulity. "Our pedigrees are way too distinct, Irma! You can't fit in. I am sorry!" He ascertained, as if he rigorously knew where to drill through. Her bleeding heart was shattered by his impudence. This pain was unlike anything she had ever felt prior. It was immense. The man she had given her all without holding back anything now hurt her without a second thought. It stung her more than a double-edged dagger piercing through human flesh! "Someday, you pathetic son of a bitch, you will eat back this shit you just puked now! That I vouch in the name of the thriving fruit of the love I sowed in you!" She thought as she bitterly wore her crown of pride and dignity and turned her back on him. But those were her words and wishes, which contradicted the ways of fate. Nobody knows the ways of fate, and Irma was about to get a taste of the mischief of fate. What lies ahead for poor Irma? Join me on this lopsided but prodigious love story of two bleak soles!
I slightly snarl, twirling around in the most habitable place there is in this whole world-in his arms. My sweet, gentle, and loving prince charming
Snuggling closer to him while still tightly buckled to him, I sample his sweet pheromones as I cruise around his sin-screaming beauty. From the finely refined jaws to this sugar lip that I dream about every single night for the last year, and lastly, the peaceful shut-eyes Even in his embrace like this, I still crave him.
I can clearly deduce the megawatt grin that will bloom on his face when his beautiful dark brown orbs peel and catch my sight. Unless he is pretending to be benumbed, he doesn't know I am here.
Ooh, Yes!
My wild, mischievous brain thought it sweet to welcome the beautiful morning in his arms, the sweetest, safest, and most peaceful place I know. So, I sneaked out of my cubicle in the servant's chamber and tiptoed my way here, to my junior master's bedroom.
We are both intoxicated with love-the great love that we both share. And in case you are wondering, I would have you know that this has been going on for one good year.
I moved in here at the Mazur's palace three years ago when my dad died and my witchy stepmother finally got the opportunity she had so long yearned for to get rid of me. I wasn't even given time to grieve for having turned into an orphan. The heartless witch kicked me out like a useless dog the same day we buried my dad. By sheer chance, after a few nights at my best friend's parent's house, she got me this job as a maid, and I grabbed it without a second thought. What other choice did I have? Absolute Z-e-r-o choice!
The Mazurs are a prominent household whose legacy goes back way into the era of their forebears. They are the kind of family that you can't mention this country without their name popping up. They are like the owners of this country. Wealth should be their middle name. Talk of business, and their Insurance and water companies have been at the top of the list for the longest time since Memorial Day. Despite stiff competition, they have maintained a fair and just badge. Speaking of investments, they practically own the biggest communication network in this country, not to mention the other sources of their wealth. Even as maids, we savor every single minute here as a golden opportunity that will never come again.
Life here is sacred heaven. There is lots of work, yes, but the pay is mind-blowing. To top it all, why wouldn't it be heaven if I charmed the heart of their only son? It wasn't intentional, believe me. Far from it, actually, because never in my life had I dreamt of hitting such a jackpot, or better yet, being favored by the heavens this way.
Reyson Drew Mazur is the firstborn and the only son of this affluent family, his only sibling being Ana Mazur. While Reyson is the brain behind the Mazur Waters and in charge of overseeing the smooth running of the family empire, Ana is a top model. With the kind of brain he has and the beauty she exudes, I would say they both perfectly fit in their careers.
You might be wondering what I am thinking about loving someone who is like heaven on earth-unreachable, right? Well, have you ever heard of the phrase that love knows no bounds, nor pedigree, nor nothing? Love is just love, but I won't blame anyone who doubts me and our love right now.
I was there too, full of qualms and incredulity. I couldn't believe it when I started noticing him steal long and weird glances at me whenever he caught my sight. I fought hard against the urge to submit to the invitation of his bewitching eyes. I battled with myself every single time I felt the tinge of butterflies stroking me whenever I thought of him. I dodged his unnecessary conversations every time he tried to chat with me. I tried averting him like a pandemic until I couldn't anymore.
The inner battle didn't just end with me realizing that I was developing a thing for him, because the echoes of the reverberating slap I served him that particular day he stole the first kiss from me are still so fresh in my mind. I almost spit on his face when he confessed his feelings to me. Because I thought, "The jerk just wants some fun because, heck! He is a certified Mazur, the heir apparent to a multi-billion-dollar empire, and me? I am a pathetic nobody!" Yeah, that was my first impression.
I couldn't give in just yet, despite how much my heart yearned for him. I couldn't let myself be fooled by a lie or a lust that was so obvious, according to my cautious, uptight self back then. I couldn't allow anyone, including a breathtakingly alluring and reeking-to-high-heaven billionaire like him, to use me. I sent him to hell with his supposedly fake feelings, and I tried to tuck mine where they had been lying before our paths crossed.
Unbelievably, he wasn't the spoilt, dominant jerk that I thought he was. You know, those despotic fools who don't understand the word "no"? He was different. So different. He stayed away. He respected my decision, and that moved me a great deal. I dedicated myself to what brought me here and forgot whatever games my heart and body were playing with me.
But then again, can you cloak love? Can you fight love? Maybe. But has anyone ever won against love? I doubt it, and I didn't break the record by being the first.
I heeded the echoes of my heart; to the cravings of my body, I bowed; and to the desires of my body, I surrendered. I swallowed my pride and took it upon myself to right this, and since then, Ray has been just to me. A ray of light, hope, peace, love, satisfaction, and everything that the word sweet depicts. We are both basking in the glee of love.
But...
"I would give the world to wake up every single day like this." His sweet voice strokes through the walls of my ears, summoning my eyes to him and coercing a smile from me.
The smile, however, doesn't stay for long as our lips find each other, diving into a glorious morning kiss. Who wouldn't want this, huh? I can anticipate what beauty, immense pleasure, and joy married life holds. I mean, I would give the world to have him completely to myself in all senses from this minute on.
"Really?" I implore when we take a break to search each other's eyes.
"Of course, baby! I would give my all to have this." He affirms, stroking my cheeks in a show of assurance as he cups my face.
"And you know that that decision lies solely on you, Ray, right? any time you want. I am ready for us." I state, diving through his dark brown orbs. "We can be..."
"Ssshh!" He crashes his lips gently on mine again. Like always, I get what the memo says.
It's not yet time! I have to be silent about this concern and just enjoy it. This is beginning to stink, honestly!
I cut the kissing off. Not because it's any less sweet than before, nor because I do not want it, but because I do not want to pretend that I am freaking okay with this anymore. He needs to know how I feel about this.
"Why, Ray?" I brat out, fighting with the chunk in my throat. "When will you tell them?" I added, forcing my glare to stay strong on him.
I get it-this will not be juicy news to his distinguished parents. I can't get a clear picture of how they will react to this news. It also won't be easy for him to break this to them. They have much higher expectations of him, and I know I can never be their choice for their beloved son. But he chose me and made me believe that this would work.
So, why delay it any longer? Why do we need to keep hiding it? Why don't we just let them know once and for all? There is no point in keeping our relationship a secret because they are bound to find out sooner or later, right?
"Babe? We've talked about this, right?" His voice echoes, and today, I may be paranoid, but I don't like the look I am seeing on his face.
It's like he is also uncertain as to when or how he will drop this bomb. Worse, I feel like he doesn't want to tell them. Like he is afraid of confessing what we have to his parents.
I push this annoying chunk down my throat, but another one forms right after.
God knows that aside from loving this man with all my heart, I also respect him as much. I do not want an altercation this early in the morning. I can't ruin his day this early. He has a series of important tasks to do and crucial duties to fulfill. I can't be the reason he will lurk in his duties and responsibilities.
I didn't realize I was making my way out of bed, nor was it my intention to disrespect him by leaving him in the middle of a conversation, and my manners are spanked back to me by a strong wave of strange dizziness that leaves me almost collapsing to the floor. If he wasn't quick enough to catch me, I would perhaps be nursing a broken bone from the fall.
"Are you okay?" Worry and care are what I can make out of his voice as I snuggle and cling to him for support.
Jeez! Why the hell do I feel like crap all of a sudden? Where did all the energy in me evaporate?
I muster the little strength left in me, my head still spinning a little with dizziness.
"I... Am... Ooh..." My formulated lie doesn't make it to my lips.
I collapse back into his arms, and darkness invades my world.
"What if I tell you that you can actually, live that dream?" Ethan said softly, his voice taking on a gentler tone as he swept his hand on her shoulder. She tensed, everything in her body responding to him in ways she had always dreamed of. But it was so wrong for her to even dare to dream about her boss like that. "You crave for your boss? Wish Granted. You can have me," his words resonated with so much assurance that shook Sofia to her bones. Her breath caught in her throat, the wave of Ethan's unbelievable words shaking her. The tension thickened as he sealed the tiny gap that was separating them. "The question is, Sofia," He lifted his hand to tuck her loose hair behind her ear while she shivered under his touch. "Can you handle your boss?" A cold boss with the darkest insatiable desires that a naive, inexperienced girl like Sofia could never match- what could they possibly have in common? Love? However, even love needs a common ground, and these two are different in all ways, and everything stands in their way. With a possessive fiance who is a perfect match for Ethan in all aspects, perfect even for his darkest desires, is there anything that can make Ethan choose Sofia against all odds?
"Who are you?" I ask, gawking at this ugly man who looks like the devil himself. "Your savior." savior? I may not remember anything from my past, but one thing is for sure, according to my judgment: this monster-lookalike can't be a savior. And from whom did he supposedly save me? "And if you are done ogling me, now, on your knees! Time to serve the purpose for which I saved you." I am snapped out of my thoughts by him tearing his shirt and walking closer in a pretty unnerving way. Cold shivers jolted down my spine, almost paralyzing my entire being. "Whi...ch is?" I whimper, trying to stand up from the bed and perhaps run for my dear life. Unfortunately, he grabs me viciously before I can take a step. A loud growl slips from my lips as he slams me back on the bed and hovers atop me. "To please me, little dove." He hoarses, embarking on his evil, dirty mission.
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.
"Then let's get a divorce!" With courage, Leora left her husband's house, after being accused of poisoning his mistress. Her in-laws and sister-in-law had planned various ways to kick her out of Peter's house and in the end Leora gave in. However, no one expected that things would turn 180 degrees after the divorce. When everyone who had hurt her was happy with each other's lies, Leora returned. This time, she was no longer the poor orphan girl from the orphanage. She has changed and not only that, she also carries a big secret that will make everyone turn to worship her feet.
"'You shattered my heart into a million pieces, and now you're asking me to pick them up? You crushed my trust, and now you want me to hand it back to you? I'm still finding pieces of myself in the ruins you left behind. How can I give you another chance when I'm still rebuilding myself from the last one? I'd rather drown in my tears than drown in your love." Amy Snapped at Ryan. Cheated upon by her fiancee with her step sister, heartbroken Amy Carter found herself in a club where she drank herself into a stupor, leading to a one night stand with an unknown stranger. Pregnant and chased out of the house with nowhere to go, her life went downhill. Amy left the country to avoid further humiliation, promising to do just anything to nurture the kid in her stomach. However, she came back with her twin after six years. Finally, Billionaire Redford who had been in search of her, his one next stand from years ago, saw his chance to be with her and claim his children. Will Amy agree to the rekindling and find happiness from the one night of mistake and settle for the stranger she had one night stand with? Or do you think her ex boyfriend will win her over again after betraying her with her step sister? Read and find out....
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.