Everyone knew Ceres as the villain in her half-sister Ciena’s love story with Ryzel. She did everything to sabotage their relationship—so much so that on their wedding day, where she was supposed to be the maid of honor, she arrived wearing her dream wedding gown, a dress far more extravagant than the bride’s. Spoiled by their father, the wealthiest man in the country, neither the bride nor groom could do anything but endure the humiliation. The ceremony was filled with whispers, but Ceres only smiled, completely unbothered that she was ruining the most important day of her sister’s life. However, as they stepped outside the church, waiting for their cars to arrive, chaos erupted. A truck, its brakes failing, was heading straight for the crowd. People scattered in panic, desperate to escape. Ceres should have been safe. But amid the chaos, she noticed a small girl crying in the truck’s direct path—one that no one else seemed to see. Without hesitation, she ran, pulling the child to safety. She thought she had enough time to escape, but her long gown got caught on something. She couldn’t move. The truck hit her, crushing her under its weight. Even as she lay dying, she wasn’t thinking of herself. Her fading gaze searched the crowd until she saw the child safe in someone’s arms. A weak smile formed on her lips. And then—darkness. Ceres had done too many terrible things in her life. Surely, hell awaited her. But when she opened her eyes again, she was in a different world. She had been reborn as the young widow Empress of a crumbling kingdom—a woman who shared her name and face. But unlike her previous life of luxury, she now ruled over a dying empire on the brink of ruin. What did a spoiled brat like her know about leading a struggling nation? She had spent her past life wasting money, tormenting servants, and looking down on others. Now, she was forced to survive in a world where power, deception, and war reigned supreme. Would she rise as a true Empress, or would she fall just as she did before?

"Does it feel good?" He asked, staring into my eyes while thrusting deep inside me. "Hindi masarap, gagô ka," ang sagot ko sa kanya habang sinusubukan kong pigilang kumawala ang ungol sa bibig ko. "Should I stop?" He asked again, planting kisses and biting my lower lips. "Subukan mo.... Hah!... Sasaksakin kita," banta ko sa kanya habang pilit pa ring pinipigilan na huwag kumawala ang ungol ko. "Turn around, baby," he whispered in my ears. "Huwag mo akong utusan!" Singhal ko sa kanya, pero sumunod pa rin naman. "Ughhhhh!" "Lower... your... voice," maduling duling kung utos sa kanya. "Make me, baby," he dared. "Look at us in the mirror, baby," muli niyang utos sa akin. "Look how lewd you are, baby... Can you see how your body melts every time I touch you?" "Fùck you ka!" Mura ang tanging naisagot ko sa kanya. "You're so fùcking tight, baby." "Faster," I told him. "Ohhhh," I can feel the pressure building up in my womb and started seeing white light in my head. "Baby, fûck," naririnig ko ang mura niya pero hindi ko iyon pinapansin. I badly need to reach something but I can't. "Baby, you're gripping me too tight... Fúck... Loosen up... You're going to make me cûm inside you." "Baby, cûm inside me," I pleaded while looking behind me, para makita ko ang gwapo niyang mukha. "Baby, I'm bare-." "I don't care... Inside me, please... ahhhhh," wala na akong pakialam kung wala siyang suot na côndom. "Baby, please." "Fûck!!!" "Ohhhh godddd!!!" The moment I felt his seed inside my womb, I exploded.

In a world of power and ambition, two clans hold dominion, bound by rivalry and a fragile truce. The Azakura Clan, a ruthless Yakuza-Mafia empire, is ruled by the cunning Haoran Azakura, who seeks to expand into legitimate business while battling disloyal subfamilies. Determined to appear invincible, Haoran is willing to break even his son, Hao, to create the perfect heir. His vulnerability lies in his love for a woman who despises him, threatening his reign. Opposing them is the Toheyama Clan, a shadowy yet highly influential family led by Nakago Toheyama, a man of honor and intellect. With a vast network of intelligence and private armies, the Toheyamas support nations from the shadows, earning loyalty from their subfamilies. But Nakago’s past choices haunt him, testing his belief that strength must protect the weak. As Azakura’s power struggles escalate, the Toheyamas are drawn closer to the chaos. Betrayal, revenge, and impossible love ignite a conflict that risks shattering the fragile peace. Can the clans coexist in balance, or will their rivalry plunge them into destruction? In this tale of loyalty, sacrifice, and ambition, every choice comes at a cost—and not all will survive the flames.

“Ma vie?” Hao called her, his voice full of worry. She’s looking straight at him as if there is something she wants to tell him. She walked towards him without a sound, barefooted on the cold floor. She’s wearing her white lingerie that shows her curves in all the right places. Her hair is messy, yet it makes her look more alluring. “Something wrong?” It’s ten in the evening. Mula sa guest room ay nailipat na niya itong muli sa silid nila pagkaalis nina Nakago. Except for his study table, chair, and bed. The whole room is bare. Kahit naturukan na niya ito ng gamot kanina pagkatapos ng hapunan, he could not risk it. Ayaw na niyang maulit muli ang nangyari kahapon na halos hindi na niya ito mapigilan sa pagwawala. She took his left hand when she reached his table, and he held it. She still did not make a sound, but she led him back to the bed. He followed her silently. Nang nasa paanan na sila ng kama, she stopped and stood still. Turn around and looked up at him, bago umupo. She holds on to the waistband of his pants while still looking up at him. “Ma vie, no,” he said when she tried to unzip it. He knew what she was trying to do. “Please.” With a low voice, she begged. He did not want her to do this. He did not want her to act or do things like a cheap whore. But as he stares at her blue eyes, he can see her spirit broken. He did not doubt in his mind that if he denied her this, he would forever lose her. She looked at him as if searching for approval and assurance. He cupped her beautiful face in his hand, and she closed her eyes for a moment then look at him again. He bent over and planted a kiss on her lips, which she readily answered. “Do as you need, ma vie,” he told her in between their kisses. And as if that’s the only thing she was waiting to hear, she unzipped his pants. “Fuck,” he could not help himself but curse when she took him in her hand. It made him hard in an instant, and he could not help but stand straight. She released his manhood from the constraints of his pants. And slowly move her soft fingers on his length up and down. He could only look at her with ragged breath. Not wanting to anticipate what she’s going to do or he is going to lose it. She planted soft kisses on the tip of his shaft. “Merde”. The only thing he uttered when she put him in her mouth.

Heratheneia ay isang napakagandang dalaga with a sharp mind and charming wit. Alam niya ang epekto niya sa mga lalaki-at sa kanilang mga sobrang protective na nanay. Ipinanganak sa kahirapan, Heratheneia crafted a clever scheme para makamit ang kanyang pangarap ng mas magandang buhay. Target niya ang mga mayayamang anak ng powerful families, dahil alam niyang gagawin ng kanilang mga controlling mothers ang lahat para maprotektahan ang kanilang precious heirs-even if it means bayaran siya ng malaking halaga para lang lumayo. After all her successful targets at nang makamit na niya ang goal ng maginhawang buhay, she realized she felt alone. Pagod na sa ganitong buhay, she decided to stop her schemes after four years. Sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon, nakilala niya ang isang lalaki na nagpatibok ng puso niya. Pero sa halip na madaling makuha ito gamit ang kanyang charms na laging epektibo sa kanyang mga target, tila walang epekto ito sa kanya kahit kaunti. For the first time, Heratheneia faces a challenge she never anticipated-winning someone's heart without any schemes or tricks.