My Husband is an Emperor

I Am A Master Maid

Fara Fabulosa, a rich child and the only child of her parents. Fara feels that something is still missing from her. Yes, he is surrounded by a lot of fancy equipment, jewelry and money. But no man loved her faithfully. Because in her mind, the men who were courting her were only after money. Until her parents force her to marry a man she has never met. But before that happened, Fara made a way. He ran away from their house with the few clothes and money he had saved. Fara came in as an assistant. But he didn't expect that his future boss would be strict and grumpy. He was Reyman Fernandez, the man who couldn't even take his eyes off her. How will he deal with his new world? Can Fara handle Reyman's attitude? Or maybe she will just give up and marry a man she doesn't even know. Check out this exciting chapter in the life of Fara Fabulosa.

Playful Destiny Alyanna

I am Alynna Valdez, Ynna for short, 20 years old, 3rd Year College Student (Journalism is the course) and Part-time Photojournalist. I grew up in a broken family, and since I was the eldest, I had to be responsible for the four youngest siblings. Resourceful in everything. Has a sense of humor mixed with sarcasm. Accustomed to hardship, because I combine studying and working. I am independent and outgoing when it comes to personality. I am not artistic in body, I am simply dressed; "cowboy" in everything. I'm a bit mestiza, 5'1" tall; shoulder-length layered hair. I have a slim build and like to do yoga to relax myself. It's a bit hard to please especially when it comes to men. I'm a natural lover but I've had swimming trauma due to an incident in the past where I almost drowned.

Three Rules

Ella Sandoval, 25 years old, maganda at sexy. Pangarap na maging sikat na designer. Mahilig makipagnobyo sa mayayaman na lalaki upang makuha ang luho at maitulong ang pera sa kaniyang mga magulang. Marami sa mga lalaki ay sinasamba siya, ngunit hindi pagdating kay Herbert Gutierrez. Si Herbert ay isang manunulat ng libro. Tahimik, seryoso at masungit. Wala siyang ibang ginagawa sa buhay kundi ang ilaan ang oras sa pagsusulat. Inakala ni Ella na walang mararating si Herbert dahil sa manunulat lang ito. Inisip niya na baka maputol ang mga pangarap niya sa buhay kung papansinin niya ang napakaantipatikong si Herbert. Ngunit sa hindi inaasahan na pagkakataon, matutuklasan ni Ella na si Herbert pala ay isang bilyunaryong nagmamay-ari ng malaking hotel sa Maynila. Magbabago ang lahat at sisimulan niyang akitin ang binata hanggang sa mahulog ang loob nito sa kaniya. Ngunit ang hindi niya alam ay handa si Herbert sa mga ginagawa niya at nakaabang ang parusa para sa kaniya.

Finding Bliss Again: My Baby Daddy Is The Most Powerful Man Alive?!

At their wedding night, Kayla caught her brand-new husband cheating. Reeling and half-drunk, she staggered into the wrong suite and collapsed into a stranger's arms. Sunrise brought a pounding head-and the discovery she was pregnant. The father? A supremely powerful tycoon who happened to be her husband's ruthless uncle. Panicked, she tried to run, but he barred the door with a faint, dangerous smile. When the cheating ex begged, Kayla lifted her chin and declared, "Want a second chance at us? Ask your uncle." The tycoon pulled her close. "She's my wife now." The ex gasped, "What!?"

Reborn And Remade: Pursued By The Billionaire

In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."

Craving for My Tyrant Husband

I was cheated on by my scumbag boyfriend. On the night I got blackout drunk, I married a stranger, and when I woke up, I only found a marriage certificate and a black card. He took care of my scumbag ex for me, gave me a canary diamond ring, but refused to show his face—he only called me baby on video calls. I ran to my best friend’s house to hide, only to find that the billionaire next door, who made my heart skip a beat, had the exact same scent as him. My best friend cried and begged me: "He’s Augustus, a tyrant who eats people alive!" But only I knew that the man who pressed me against the terrace railing, leaned down to kiss me, and whispered "I’ll protect you" softly. Fifty thousand dollars to sneak photos of his private office? I’ll go. Not for the money, but to ask him to his face— Gus, how many secrets are you hiding? And how long have you been craving me?

The Billionaire's Blind Bride: No Mercy

I married Clive Harrington, the coldest billionaire in Manhattan, under a strict contract that forbade any emotional burdens. When I needed a high-risk surgery to save my sight, I checked into the clinic alone, hiding the procedure from a husband who saw me as nothing more than a legal asset. I thought I could handle the darkness in silence. But while I was blind and bandaged in my hospital bed, my biological mother called, screaming that if I didn't produce a Harrington heir by the end of the fiscal year, she would cut off the life-saving treatments for my disabled sister. I was crawling on the cold hospital floor, desperately feeling for a cane I had dropped, when I touched a pair of expensive leather shoes. It was Clive. He was supposed to be in London closing a multi-million dollar deal, but there he was, watching his "contract wife" groveling in the dark like a beggar. He didn't walk away in disgust. He carried me to a five-thousand-dollar-a-night VIP suite and sat by my bed, listening in chilling silence as another voicemail from my mother filled the room, calling me a "useless broodmare" who was only worth the trust fund disbursements my marriage secured. I expected him to remind me of Clause 34B or hand me divorce papers now that I was "damaged goods." Instead, I felt his thumb brush a stray tear from my cheek, his presence shifting from a statue of ice into a predatory shield. "I thought I was just currency to you," I whispered, my voice trembling behind the gauze. "Just an investment." Clive didn't answer with words. He picked up his phone and called his head of legal with a single, terrifying command: "Kill the Douglas family’s credit lines. Every debt, every lien—trigger them all. If they want a war, I’ll give them a massacre." As he leaned down to kiss my bandaged forehead, I realized the contract was dead. My husband wasn't protecting an asset anymore; he was hunting the people who had dared to touch what belonged to him.

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."

She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart

After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary-but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.