Vientre Al Alquiler

Adoptado como yerno, llevó una vida miserable. En el momento en que ganó el poder, tanto su suegra como su cuñada se arrodillaron frente a él.Su suegra le suplicó: "Por favor, no dejes a mi hija".Su cuñada dijo: "Cuñado, me equivoqué ..."

La pareja destinada de Judy, la rechazó para casarse con la hija del presidente de los licántropos, Gavin. Y como si eso no fuera lo suficientemente malo, llevó a su familia a la ruina e intentó convertirla en su amante secreta. La respuesta de Judy fue clara: "¡Preferiría acostarme con tu suegro antes que estar contigo!" Gavin era conocido por su poder, riqueza, y por ser el epitome de la palabra mujeriego, ya que nunca dormía con la misma mujer dos veces. Pero Judy estaba a punto de romper todas sus reglas... una y otra vez.

—No logro sacarte de mi mente... Era ya de noche, y él me besaba con hambre y ganas. Él era mi esposo, pero por error y de mentiras. Una vez, yo estando toda borracha, una cosa llevo a la otra y me lo termine follando, pero lo que nunca pensé era que el asunto pues se me saliera de las manos. Entonces yo, una señorita de la alta alcurnia, no tuve más remedio que permitir que dicho arruinado se casara conmigo y se convirtiera en mi esposo. Debido a la mucha insatisfacción q ue yo sentía y a mi nulo deseo de estar con él, me encargue de hacerle la vida de cuadritos, entonces lo humillé, abusé de él, le di cachetadas, puños y patadas, y me aguanto cuanto regaño o insulto se me saliera, pero él en cambio pacientemente nunca se enojó, y siempre mantuvo hacia mí una actitud dócil y gentil Pero algo en mi corazón fue cambiando con el tiempo, y justo cuando poco a poco me fui enamorando de él, me pidió el divorcio. Al parecer ese joven gentil y lleno de virtudes del pasado de repente se convertía, en un hombre calculador a quien yo quizás no conocía. Mas, sin embargo, y por las vueltas que da la vida, mi familia paso de la abundancia a la escasez, pero a él eso no le importo y estuvo allí para socorrerme, el marido virtuoso aquí alguna vez pisé y traté como mierda, se convirtió en mi único apoyo.

Tres meses antes del divorcio, Celia Sánchez presentó su solicitud de traslado de trabajo. Un mes antes, le envió el acuerdo de divorcio a César Herrera. Tres días antes, sacó todas sus pertenencias de su casa compartida y se mudó de allí. *** Tuvieron un matrimonio de seis años, pero cuando César apareció ante ella con su primer amor y su hijo, pidiéndole que el niño lo llamara "papá", Celia finalmente comprendió la realidad: si él la había hecho sufrir una y otra vez a causa de su actitud parcial hacia esa mujer y a su hijo. Además, César la consideraba como la verdadera "amante" y eso le daba vergüenza, entonces debía poner fin a ese matrimonio para que él pudiera quedarse con su primer amor para siempre. Sin embargo, cuando ella desapareció de su vida, él se volvió loco. Ella creía que César se casaría con su amor, como había supuesto, sin saber que ese hombre poderoso lloraría frente a los medios, suplicándole humildemente su amor. —Nunca he sido infiel, ni tengo ningún hijo bastardo. Solo tengo una esposa que ya no me ama. Se llama Celia Sánchez, ¡y la extraño mucho!

They buried his mother like a footnote. Stripped him of his name. Spat in his face and said he was "no longer part of the Morrison legacy." But Ethan Morrison didn’t break. He disappeared. Now, he’s back—wearing a tailored suit and carrying a blood-soaked legacy. At the grand banquet, while the Morrison family raises a toast to their fake success, he steps through the door and silences the crowd. “Security!” “Throw him out!” “He’s nobody!” Ethan’s voice slices through the noise. “You dare speak of legacy in front of the true heir of the Kidman family?” They laugh. Until Marcus Webb—the Kidman family’s ruthless envoy—goes pale and bows. Not to Richard. Not to Derek. Not to Vanessa. To him. “W-what is the meaning of this?” Richard stammers. Ethan smiles coldly. “It means I no longer need to kneel… because I own the throne you built on lies.” This isn’t a comeback. It’s retribution. And Ethan? He’s no longer the discarded heir.

Alex Carter charged into burning buildings for a living, but nothing scorched deeper than watching his wife walk out of the smoke with another man—leaving him behind to die. One hospital room later, he learned the truth: the woman he had loved, protected, and nearly died for was holding another man’s hand, spending millions on his comfort while Alex bled alone. Divorce was quiet. His disappearance was silent. The world thought the firefighter vanished… But he was only rising. Nobody knew Alex was heir to a global financial dynasty worth more than nations—money measured not in millions, not in billions, but quintillions. When he came back, he came back wearing a crown no one saw coming. “Is that really you, Alex?” Lisa whispers when she sees him again—suited, powerful, surrounded by security and black cars. “No,” he answers, eyes cold as steel. “That man died in the fire. I’m just the king that climbed out of the ashes.” Now the woman who abandoned him kneels at the gates of his empire, the man she chose crumbling under the weight of Alex’s return. She left a firefighter. She will crawl before a Quintillionaire King.

Broke, jobless, and just one bad day away from giving up, Jake Morrison thought life had hit rock bottom. That was until a tragic accident killed him—only for time to snap back like a rubber band, giving him a second chance... and a mysterious power: the ability to rewind time by sixty seconds. With each reset, Jake turns misfortune into opportunity—from saving a young girl from abuse, to surviving gang ambushes, to winning the lottery with calculated precision. But every miracle comes at a price. As he navigates shadowy threats, run-ins with ex-lovers, and the twisted politics of Stellar International Corporation, Jake realizes he’s being watched—and not everyone wants him to succeed. Thrown into a world where secrets are currency and power is everything, Jake finds himself pursued by gangsters, entangled in corporate warfare, and caught between two women: Grace, the selfless landlord who believes in him, and Christine, the seductive classmate with motives of her own. Money. Power. Revenge. Love. Jake’s got one minute to rewrite his future… But what happens when time runs out?

For three years, Diego Herrera was mocked as nothing more than a “substitute husband.” His wife sneered, “Diego, you were never my man—you were Alejandro’s replacement.” Humiliated, treated like a parasite, Diego endured in silence. Until the night he walked away. What no one knew? The man they despised was the God of Martial Arts, a healer feared in every hospital, and a hidden CEO whose empire made generals and billionaires kneel. “Diego, you’re worthless!” Isabella spat. He looked at her once, cold and final. “Worthless men don’t make CEOs tremble.” From boardrooms to battlefields, his name will shake nations. Doctors, generals, tycoons—every one bows before him. And every woman who once laughed at him now fights to catch his eye. Heiresses, celebrities, even daughters of the most powerful families… all whisper the same thing—they want him. But Diego has no need to chase. He is the storm. The boss. The man untouchable. “You’ll crawl back to me!” Isabella mocked. He smiled faintly. “No. You’ll kneel.”

Everyone in Chicago thought Keith Cross was nothing—a discarded war hero turned human blood bank for his in-laws. His wife called him a leech, her mother demanded he donate or die, and her new lover promised to "drain him dry." But what they didn’t know? That “worthless freeloader” they mocked… was the Miracle Doctor they’d been desperately begging to save their dying son. “You think you can throw me out like trash?” Keith says with a slow, deadly smirk. “You’ve been living off my charity this entire time.” When Keith flashes his black VIP card, the world shifts. Elite restaurant managers fall to their knees. Security guards bow. And his ex-wife? She drops to the floor, begging for mercy after publicly calling him a busboy in disguise. “You said I was a blood bag,” Keith says, towering over her. “Funny. You never asked whose blood ran this city's veins.” She called him weak. He became untouchable. Now he’s back—to take everything they stole, and leave them gasping in the dust of his name.

The city calls him “nobody.” On paper, he’s just a broke young man with nothing but scars and a bad attitude. But in the shadows, Caden Pierce is the Septamillionaire Heir—the ruthless King of the Underworld. His enemies fear him. The elite don’t even know he exists… yet. After ten years of brutal training, Caden’s ready to tear his enemies apart and claim everything that’s his. When the spoiled heiress Vivian Montgomery is thrown into his arms—literally—he gets a taste of power, privilege, and the poison of high society. She calls him a “nobody.” Her circle mocks him. They have no idea he owns the ground they walk on. “You think money makes you untouchable?” Caden smirks, stepping over his latest rival. “Sweetheart, I buy men like you for sport and toss them out with yesterday’s trash.” But when the old-money dynasties scheme to bury him, and gunmen storm the club with Vivian in their sights, Caden doesn’t blink. “Let’s get something straight,” he growls, shoving a pistol under the lead thug’s chin. “You came for a princess. You found the king.” Enemies want his head. Socialites want his wallet. And Vivian—she wants him gone. But Caden Pierce didn’t survive hell to bow to anyone. He’s got seven million reasons to settle old scores. And one savage promise: this city will remember his name. Buckle up. The king is back—and he’s done playing nice.