Falling for you-

A tumultuous scene unfolds as Natasha navigates her way home through a lively atmosphere of rain, gambling, and revelry. Upon reaching home, she faces the harsh reality of her responsibilities, her meager earnings being demanded by her mother. The tension escalates, leading to a confrontation and ultimately, Natasha being cast out into the rain by her own family. The emotional toll is evident as tears mix with rainwater on her face.

Thankfully, someone with a kind heart assisted me. I stopped at a large gate and peeked inside. I was a bit sweaty from the heat of the sun. The gate opened, and an old woman with a garbage bag came out. I approached her, and she looked at me. "Can I ask for some water?" I boldly asked, my face almost begging, feeling thirsty with only a hundred pesos left in my pocket. I'll budget it until I find a job, so for now, I'll beg for water from the lady staring at me. "Water?" I nodded, my eyes pleading, and she seemed compassionate, so she nodded. "Come inside," she said, and I followed her, my lips craving for cold water. The gate was grand, sturdy even when hit by a truck. The luxurious garden welcomed me, and I couldn't help but smile. "Is this lady living in a palace?" "Follow me," the fairy white-haired mother said. I followed her, my eyes sparkling at the marble floor, ready to smile and admire myself. The stairs were shiny, and you could practically smile and see your reflection. The kitchen door opened, and the spacious area was almost as big as a house in the province. "I'm grateful for the water," I said, taking the glass she offered. She placed the pitcher on the table, and I poured another glass. "May I have more?" I asked. "Sure, dear. Water is free." "Really? Can I take this with me?" "Yes, you can. I'll give you a bottle," she smiled as she searched for a container for my water. While she was busy, a phone rang in the living room. Pausing her search, she stood before turning to me. "I'll answer the call. Wait for me here," she instructed. I nodded, holding four glasses of water, standing near the table. I could even admire myself with the sparkling marble floor and the vast kitchen. Everything was neat and clean compared to the houses I've been to. "Here's the water," she said with a smile, handing me the glass. "May I take some more?" I requested. "Sure, dear. Water is free." "Really? Can I bring this?" "Yes, you can. I'll give you a bottle," I smiled at my fairy godmother while she searched for a container for my water. But as she was busy, a phone rang in the living room. Realizing she was occupied, she stood up before turning to me. "I'll answer the call. Wait for me here," she said. I nodded, holding four glasses of water, standing near the table. I could even admire myself with the sparkling marble floor and the vast kitchen. Everything was neat and clean compared to the houses I've been to. I gazed around the kitchen, impressed. Unlike the places I've been to, this one was spotless. The kitchen's tiled floor was white, and there were two large refrigerators on the side, next to a half-naked man. "Wow!" I exclaimed, thinking he was a handsome ghost. He wasn't. He wore only a towel around his waist to cover his lower body. "Can you help me find my longsleeve?" he asked in English. I thought my encounters with nosebleed-inducing people were over, but apparently not. "I can't find my favorite longsleeve. Can you look for it?" he continued. "But I'm not-" "I don't want to ruin my hair. Just find it and go back to your work," he said, pulling up my sleeves. He was indeed good-looking. I couldn't believe I was in a celebrity's room, especially a shirtless one. "Make it quick, yaya." I pointed to myself, unsure if I heard him correctly. After looking around, I grabbed the white longsleeve I spotted earlier. "Why are you so fast to find this?" he asked, looking puzzled. I wanted to say that eyes should do the searching, not the mouth, but I didn't know how to express that in English. I might embarrass myself. "What are you waiting for? Dress me up and don't bother to mess my hair," he ordered. I was stunned. After dressing him, I planned to leave immediately. However, just as I finished, he stood up and placed the phone on the bed. Without any regard for my presence, he lowered the towel, completely ignoring me. And that was the first day I encountered a cobra's life. I rushed downstairs, carrying my suitcase, and sprinted along the street. I bent over and gasped for breath, feeling my heart pound

Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!

"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"

Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .

Daisy is the illegitimate daughter of Mr. Hubert. His company went bankrupt, so he asked for help from Drkov's house. They agreed to help Mr. Hubert but with one condition. One of his two daughters must marry their nephew - Atlas Drkov. Atlas Drkov is a billionaire but he is disabled and uses a wheelchair. Yaretzi - daughter of Mr. Hubert's official wife - does not accept marrying a disabled man. She and her parents made a plan. They kidnapped Daisy's mother, threatened her, and forced her to marry Atlas. To save her mother, she accepted. However, after getting married, she fell in love with this man, and so did he. Difficulties start from here.

"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.

"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."