Andrès was accused of murdering his boss. The boss of the company he and his wife works for. He was shocked by the accusation and betrayal of his wife and best friend but there was nothing he could do to prove his innocence because the CCTV footage in his boss' office caught him serving his boss the tea that was spiked. He was tired in court and was given a life sentence for the murder of his boss' death. Eventually, fate was on his side and he got out earlier than he ever imagined. Upon his return, he found out that his wife got married to his best friend. Driven by rage, he began working for a cartel and soon climbed the ladder, becoming the most ruthless Mafia boss. To some people, he is legendary and a ghost lord. With vengeance in his heart, he is out for blood. Go with me on this journey, to know what happens in this twisted triangle... Will ya?
"Damn it, Andrès!" Emilia yelled at her husband in a fury.
"What is this, Emilia? What are you getting so worked up about?" Andrès inquired, his voice tinged with confusion.
"Are you actually slow? Or are you just pretending to be slow? She spat, with no remorse.
"I am neither, but I need you to explain what this is about." Andrès requested.
"Oh, Sweet Lord..." Emilia became frustrated and rubbed her tempo.
"My friends always go shopping for nice things and take vacations with their husbands." Here I am, being mocked at every chance they get for being so broke and sticking to your sorry ass." She nagged.
Andrès understood why she was fighting after hearing what she said, but he still did not get her point. She seemed to be trying to insinuate something, but she had not quite nailed it.
Her nagging eventually became an echo in the room, but he still needed her to relax and understand him.
He needed her to understand that not everything that glitters is gold, but how could he possibly explain this to someone who is obsessed with new bags and shoes?
He tried his best in making sure she didn't lack, but it felt like no matter what he does, it was never enough for her. Her eyes would always be fixed on big things.
He took a deep breath in and gently pulled her closer to himself, "I am sorry baby, but everything will be fine soon." He tried to reassure her, but his words went unheard.
"The boss adores you; in fact, you are the employee he values the most. Use this to your advantage and become wealthy. Dummy!" Andrès was perplexed by what she spat out this time.
"Please, my love, stop fighting me." Andrès urged, clutching her tender hands into his.
She snatched her hands away from him and gave him a death stare: "If you truly value this marriage and want it to last, the best advice I can give you is to stay the hell away from me." She warned him and dashed out of the house, picking up her phone.
Andrès remained in the same position, allowing the silence to envelop him.
The slam of the door echoed in his ear, leaving him with the hope that she would be calm when she returned.
Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, and she was yet to return home, which became cause for concern.
The ticking of the clock on the wall filled the air, making his wait increasingly uncomfortable.
He kept pacing back and forth in the living room, checking his phone for messages from her. He buried his face in his hands, overcome with fear of losing her.
In the stillness of the night and the quiet solitude of the house, Andrès was startled by a sudden sound at the door.
"I apologize; the door was open and I let myself in." His best friend, Gael, said to him.
"It is absolutely fine, man. I assumed it was Emilia." Andrès responded coldly.
"What is wrong with you?" "You look like shit!"
"I would be surprised if I don't." Andrès responded, his mood remaining sullen.
Geal took a seat beside Andrès and placed his left hand on his shoulder, "Tell me what is going on." He persuaded him.
Andrès explained everything to Gael, and until he finished, Gael did not interrupt him. "She is simply being a woman. I believe she is acting out because she wants to have flashy things like her friends do. There is nothing wrong with wanting those nice things. Gael encouraged Andrès, who was wearing a blank expression.
"Do not look at me that way; you know I am correct. I will speak with her, okay? She will eventually come around."
"Please do; I do not want to lose her. Please..." Andrès pleaded with Gael.
"You will not, okay. I need to get home now; I just stopped by because I was in the neighborhood. Gael said to him.
"Thank you," Andrès said, as he watched Gael exit the door and his footsteps fade away.
He quickly fell asleep on the couch while waiting for Emilia's return.
Andrès is awakened by raindrops on the window after only a few hours of sleep.
He rubbed his eyes to remove any remnants of sleep, and then recalled sleeping on the couch while waiting for his wife to return home.
He got up from the couch and walked to the bedroom, hoping to see her there, but was disappointed to find the bed exactly as he left it and the room empty too.
He rubbed his forehead in frustration before returning to the living room to retrieve his phone and call her.
He was concerned about her whereabouts and safety.
She did not respond to any of the calls he had placed for her after several rings.
He decided to call Gael because he had promised to help him talk to Emilia about returning home, and there had been no word from him either.
He tried calling Geal's phone several times but received no response. He kept on trying to reach the both of them for a few minutes, but he received no response.
He gave up and went into the bedroom to sleep, hoping that they were safe and that he would wake up to find his wife in the morning.
As he lay on the bed, he could not help but have negative thoughts about the worst-case scenario.
He ignored them because he could not imagine his life without her in it.
He laid still on the bed, his back against the surface of the bed and his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He kept looking at it as he tried to imagine Emilia laying right next to him with her usual happy smiling face.
But his face was instantly etched in a frown when he realized she wasn't there. She was somewhere else and he had no idea if she was safe. He feared that something bad might have happened to her.
Octavia watched her entire pack and parents get killed by the BlackWood Pack. As she watched her parents breath their last breath, she swore that she would avenge their death. Little did she know that her fate is intertwined with her parent's killer. Destiny and fate play a trick on her as she seeks revenge...
Andrea woken by a noise thought it is her parents fighting. But she doesn't know that is the night her life would turn around. In a short period of time she finds out her parent aren't her real parent and she is a hybrid without having knowledge of it. Thinking of the possibilities of being a hybrid and not being aware, her guardian Donald helps her understand why and how possible it is. She vows that her parents wouldn't die for nothing and she also swore to avenge their death even if it means losing her life to achieve that. Whilst planning that, she becomes a tool for a secret organization where she carries out missions with her partner Dylan. She falls in love with Dylan and they both planned to escape together. She used their mission as a way to find out who her real parents are and why they gave her out to be raised by people who poised to be her parent. Seeking for revenge she vows to be the end of that secret organization so they would stop making people's life a living hell.
Catherine swallowed with her eyes closed and her lips slightly open, a moan escaped her lips when Lucas slid two fingers under her panties, "Lucas..." She moaned, lost in the sinful desire as her ex-boyfriend's dad moved his fingers against her rosy flesh... *************** Catherine, a young mother of two who came to the city with the hope of finding her twin's father only to be denied and deserted by him, found herself entangled in a forbidden web of craving. As the flame of passion ignites between her and the CEO, Lucas Leonard—her ex-boyfriend's father—their affair takes them on a journey of temptation and sinful desires.Struggling with society's judgment and their own inner desire, Catherine and Lucas must steer the treacherous judgemental waters of the society and either fight for their love or let it crumble especially when her ex-lover came back to claim her and the twins. Will their love withstand the dishonorable whispers, or will it crumble under the weight of societal expectations and her ex-lover's conspiracies to win her back?
Ivy Rosalia Jones, a young and beautiful doctor working at a suburban hospital, is determined to marry a man she met through a blind date, even though he is paralyzed. Actually, the marriage was meant to be symbolic, with both of them intending not to interfere in each other's affairs after the wedding. However, Ivy never expected that she would end up marrying the most influential man in the world. Shawn Dyxon Tate, Ivy's husband, has no intention of letting his beautiful wife go. Once she entered his life, he made a decision to spoil her and gave her the world she never had.
She was hurt. She was bullied and made fun of. And the only hope that kept her going was finding her mate. She has always been weak. Weak to the world. Why? Because she was a lantern. She didn't have a wolf. That's what everyone thought about her. When she found her mate, he wanted her to be his slut and not a wife. She might be an omega, but it doesn't mean she will take disloyalty and betrayal lightly. So she did something that no one in history ever did. She rejected an Alpha. "I, Alexis Clark, reject Brandon Sterling, the alpha of Black mist pack, and consider myself a free soul until I decide so."; Were her last words before she left that torturous place and became a rogue. A rogue that everyone was fearing and finding. Why? Because she was the rogue that has become one of the biggest problems of almost all the packs in the country. She was Alexis Clark. A rogue that rejected an Alpha, stealth food, kill other rogues, and more than that was living with humans and studying with them. What will happen when her case is given to the world's most dangerous alpha, Sebastian Sinclair, who has taken it upon himself to punish this rogue. The one who hated rogues and omega to a level that was beyond understanding. Why? Because his mate was an omega, who betrayed him with a rogue before dying. How will Alexis tackle this alpha, in whose College she was studying and living under hiding for almost a year? What will Sebastian do when he finds out the new girl he had been talking to is none other than the rogue omega that he had decided to kill? "To love you with all my might was my only wish, but you were the only one who gave me endless suffering. So today, I promise myself to not fall for anyone."; A simple saying that both Alexis and Sebastian had vowed upon. Will they be able to find their love amidst all these problems?
Compelled by her dad's dilemma and the looming fate of their business, Irene agreed to become Braydon's lover. To outsiders, Braydon seemed invulnerable, yet only Irene was privy to the tempestuous passions he unleashed behind closed doors. Gradually, Irene found herself tangled in the intricate emotional snare Braydon had woven, her heart craving more, only to be shattered by the revelation of his engagement. Devastated, she left and soon encountered Braydon's archrival. It was then that the formidable Braydon confronted the esteemed surgeon Dr. Mitchell, all in a fierce struggle over Irene.
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"