Isabella Cruz never asked for a fairy tale romance especially not with Rafael DeLuca, Manila's most ruthless CEO and heir to a powerful mafia empire. Thrown into an engagement she didn't choose, Bella tries to keep her heart safe from the cold, arrogant man who believes she's nothing but a gold-digger. But when she finds herself falling for him, her world shatters as Rafael's true intentions are revealed: he never wanted her, and he certainly never loved her. After signing their divorce papers with a broken heart and a secret child on the way Bella disappears from Rafael's life, determined to start anew. But when she reappears months later as the dazzling heiress of a wealthy business tycoon, Rafael's world is turned upside down. She's no longer the timid woman he underestimated she's now the queen of the city's elite, and everyone wants her. As Rafael grapples with the loss of the only woman who truly saw him, he realizes he might have thrown away the only love that ever mattered. But will he be able to win her back in a world that won't easily forgive his mistakes, or has Bella finally slipped beyond his reach?
Isabella's fingers trembled as she stared down at the intricate lace veil draped over her lap, ivory silk that looked delicate enough to dissolve at her touch. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on her, of the decision she hadn't made for herself. Today wasn't supposed to feel like this. It was supposed to be joyous, shared with someone who'd chosen her, someone who'd loved her. But instead, she was preparing to become Mrs. Isabella DeLuca, not out of love, but out of obligation.
Her stomach tightened. The DeLuca family was famous throughout Manila, known for their wealth and influence, their pristine public image masking the infamous underworld ties whispered about in shadowy circles. And Rafael DeLuca, her soon-to-be husband, was both feared and revered, the kind of man who could make or break empires with a single command.
"Isabella, you're not even dressed yet," Clara's voice broke into her thoughts, grounding her. Her best friend stood in the doorway, watching her with a concerned frown.
Isabella managed a shaky smile. "I was just...thinking."
Clara crossed her arms. "You're scared, aren't you?"
Isabella glanced away, biting her lip. "Wouldn't you be?" she whispered. "I don't even know him, Clara. And he-he thinks I'm just after his family's wealth. That's all he sees when he looks at me."
Clara's eyes softened, and she crossed the room, kneeling beside Isabella. "Then show him who you are. Make him see past his assumptions. You're stronger than he thinks, Bella. You know that."
Isabella let Clara's words sink in, gathering a spark of courage. Yet, just as quickly, she felt it wane under the crushing weight of reality. "I just don't know if he'll ever look at me like...like I matter."
Before Clara could respond, a firm knock echoed through the room. Both women turned, and Isabella's breath hitched as she caught sight of Rafael standing in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space, an unreadable expression on his face.
Rafael's gaze was cold, piercing as his dark eyes scanned over her. He looked every inch the powerful, untouchable man she'd heard rumors about, his tailored suit molding to his lean frame. There was a subtle tension in his stance, as though he were holding back the force of his presence, keeping something volatile in check.
"Isabella," he said, his voice low and unyielding. "A moment alone, if you don't mind?"
Clara shot Isabella a concerned glance before slipping out of the room, leaving them in tense silence. Isabella could feel her pulse quicken, her nerves sharpening as she tried to steady herself.
"You're nervous," Rafael observed, his tone detached, almost clinical. His eyes flicked to the dress, then back to her, as if assessing her suitability as an accessory rather than a partner.
She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze with as much defiance as she could muster. "I think that's understandable, given that I'm marrying a stranger," she replied, forcing her voice to remain steady.
Rafael's mouth curved in a sardonic smile. "A stranger with a considerable fortune, one might add."
Isabella bristled, feeling the sting of his accusation. "I don't care about your money, Rafael. I agreed to this marriage because it was my family's wish. Not for whatever wealth or power your name carries."
He regarded her with a look of cool skepticism, one brow raised in silent challenge. "Is that so?" he murmured, taking a step closer. She could feel the intensity of his gaze bearing down on her, stripping away her defenses. "Then tell me, Isabella, what do you want from this marriage?"
She hesitated, searching for an answer that would convey the truth without making her vulnerable. But all she could muster was, "I just want a chance."
He tilted his head, his expression hardening. "A chance for what?"
"To prove to you that I'm more than whatever assumptions you've made about me," she replied, the words spilling out before she could second-guess herself.
Rafael's eyes narrowed slightly, his silence stretching on as he studied her. She felt the weight of his scrutiny, the way he seemed to probe for weaknesses, for anything that might confirm his suspicions. But then, just as quickly, he dismissed her with a slight nod, as though he'd already made up his mind.
"Fine," he said curtly. "But let's get one thing straight, Isabella. This marriage is a formality. My grandfather wished for it, and I'll honor his request, but beyond that-there's nothing between us."
Her heart sank at the cold finality in his tone, but she fought to keep her composure. "I understand."
"Do you?" he challenged, his voice laced with quiet menace. "Because if you ever try to interfere with my life or make demands, this arrangement will end before it begins. I don't have time for childish games."
Anger flared within her, and she clenched her fists, struggling to maintain her calm. "I don't intend to interfere with anything, Rafael. But I won't be treated like some kind of accessory either."
His lips curved into a mocking smile. "Good. Then we understand each other."
With that, he turned, leaving her standing there, her chest tight with a mixture of fury and disappointment. She took a steadying breath, her gaze hardening. She wouldn't let him break her spirit, no matter how he saw her. She would prove herself-not for his sake, but for her own.
The wedding ceremony was a blur. She barely registered the priest's words, barely felt Rafael's hand as he slid the ring onto her finger. The weight of the vows felt hollow, their words spoken in a language foreign to the emotions they were supposed to hold. And when Rafael's lips brushed hers in the lightest, most perfunctory kiss, it was as though he'd merely brushed his lips against stone.
At the reception, Rafael was distant, polite but detached, and Isabella felt like an outsider in her own marriage. She could feel the curious stares from guests, the whispered speculations about their match, the subtle glances at Rafael's first love, Alessa Santiago, who stood by the corner, her gaze lingering a little too long on Rafael.
Isabella couldn't help herself. She approached him, her expression guarded but determined. "Rafael," she said quietly, drawing his attention.
He looked at her, his brow arching in mild surprise. "Yes?"
"I...I thought maybe we could talk," she said, feeling awkward under his cool gaze.
"About what?" he asked, his tone almost bored.
She hesitated, her heart pounding. "About us. About...this marriage."
Rafael glanced around, ensuring they were out of earshot, then looked back at her, his expression unreadable. "There's nothing to discuss, Isabella. We made a commitment. I intend to keep it. That's all."
She felt a pang of frustration, a spark of anger igniting. "Is that really all you have to say?"
His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed. "I don't know what you expected, Isabella. A fairytale? Love at first sight? You knew what this was from the beginning."
She swallowed, feeling a flush of anger rise to her cheeks. "I don't expect love, Rafael. But I did hope for respect."
He laughed, a cold, humorless sound. "Respect? For what? For being my grandfather's choice? For following orders?"
Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment and anger, and she glared up at him. "You know nothing about me."
He leaned in, his voice a dangerous murmur. "And I have no intention of learning."
Isabella felt her heart shatter, but she met his gaze head-on. "Then perhaps you'll regret that one day," she said quietly, her voice laced with a courage she barely felt.
For a moment, something flickered in his eyes, a flash of surprise or perhaps respect, but it vanished as quickly as it had come. He straightened, his expression closing off once more. "If you'll excuse me, I have guests to attend to."
And with that, he walked away, leaving Isabella standing there, feeling as though she'd just been punched in the gut.
The weeks that followed were a silent battle. They were civil to each other, polite in public, and indifferent in private. Rafael spent most of his nights away from home, either in his office or out at events. Isabella busied herself with her work, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy, of control over her own life.
But it was Alessa's presence that gnawed at her the most, the way she lingered around Rafael, their shared history evident in every glance, every word exchanged between them. Isabella felt like an intruder, an outsider in her own marriage, watching as Rafael's attention drifted towards the woman he'd once loved.
One evening, when Rafael finally returned home, she mustered the courage to confront him. "I want to talk about Alessa."
He barely glanced at her, shrugging off his coat. "Why?"
"Because she's always around you. People are starting to talk, Rafael," she said, her tone sharper than intended.
He looked at her, his gaze cold. "What they talk about is none of my concern."
"But it's my concern," she retorted, her frustration boiling over. "I'm your wife, Rafael. Or did you forget?"
He smirked, an infuriatingly dismissive expression. "A title, Isabella.
Caroline Forbes never imagined her life would lead her here sold by her own father to a man the kingdom whispers about in fear. Damon Morningstar, the ruthless and enigmatic werewolf king, has buried three wives already, each one dying under mysterious circumstances. Now, Caroline is forced to become his fourth bride, trapped in a castle where secrets linger in every shadow. Rumors say he's cursed; that any woman he claims as his queen is doomed. Caroline knows that escape is her only chance at survival, yet she can't deny the magnetic pull she feels whenever Damon is near. To her horror, she discovers the truth Damon is her fated mate, her one bond that could either destroy her or break the curse haunting him. But Damon is possessive, and he's willing to risk everything to keep her in his grasp. As desire and danger intertwine, Caroline must decide whether to flee for her life or surrender to the call of a man who might just be her undoing. Will she escape his dark hold, or will she become the queen who saves him and herself?
When Elena Cross is snatched from her life and forced into the dark world of the Blackstone Pack, she learns the ruthless truth about Alpha Kael Thorn a man as dangerous as he is powerful, and as captivating as he is cruel. Bound to him by a primal mate bond she never asked for, Elena finds herself trapped in a twisted battle of wills, where her humanity is both her shield and her curse. Kael despises everything about her. To him, she's a weakness, a threat to his pack, and a constant reminder of a past betrayal. Yet no matter how he tries to deny it, the bond keeps pulling him back to her, fueling an obsession he cannot escape. She's his mate, his property yet she defies him at every turn. In a world where freedom seems impossible, Elena is determined to resist him and break free. But as the tension between them blurs the line between hate and desire, she realizes that Kael's hold on her is far more dangerous than she ever imagined. Can Elena find the strength to escape, or will she be bound forever to a man who might be her worst nightmare... and her only salvation?
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
For the sake of their company, Atasha Rae was forced to marry the known heartless billionaire, Lorcan Amadeus. But it only took her a week as his wife because later on, he suddenly wants a divorce immediately. So as he wished, she signed the divorce paper even after admitting to herself that she was somehow starting to fall inlove with him. Heart badly wounded, she ran away from his life. Until she discovers that she's pregnant with his child and as a result, she ends up with no choice but to keep it a secret. Out of Lorcan's awareness, she's keeping a secret that would lead him to an overflowing regret. Because for a week of their fallen marriage beyond repair, she's carrying the billionaire's heir.
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
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.
Isabella woke up in the morning and felt the ache in a place that never hurt before. She took a glimpse at her body, and Her thoughts went blank. Isabella's eyes discovered a guy who was laying near her, asleep, and her thoughts brought back to all the bizarre things that transpired last night. My boyfriend of 2 years abandoned me, I was intoxicated and went to my hotel room alone. Someone climbed on me. To say that he was gorgeous is an understatement. If an angel could marry a Satan, then I'm convinced he was their offspring. But it was not the goal! He came to me and kissed me. One thing led to another.. God! This man snatched my virginity. And it was hardly the worst. Guess what! He was my new boss Gabriel Remington. I was his new executive assistant. To top it, my former lover accused my boss that he raped me. What should I do? Trust my former lover who just dumped me? Or.. Trust my new boss who took my virginity?
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?