1st Monthsary Message Tagalog

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]

- TAGALOG NOVEL- Nang magdisi-otso anyos si Lara, nagpakasal siya sa isang lalaking pakakasalan dapat ng ate niya labing isang taon na ang nakararaan. Pero hindi dumating sa araw ng kasal nila si Miguel Villareal at ipinaabot lang ang mga dokumentong kailangan niyang pirmahan. Five years later, hindi pa rin nagpakita kahit na minsan ang asawa niya sa kanya. Kaya naman naghamon na siya ng hiwalayan. But when Migo learned of her wish to end their marriage, he disagreed to set her free. Pinagtrabaho siya nito sa kompanya nito pero bawal niyang ipagsabi na asawa siya ng may-ari. Bukod pa ro'n ay sa pinakamababang pwesto siya nito pinagsimula. At idagdag pa na wala pa ring pagkakataon na makita niya ito sa trabaho. Offended and hurt, Lara demanded him to sign their annulment papers and be done with their marriage. Pero hindi niya inexpect na susugod ang CEO sa cubicle niya para lang punitin sa harapan niya ang mga papeles na pinadala niya rito. But what shocked Lara most was how devilishly handsome her husband, Miguel Villareal was! Did she really want to annul their marriage? Would meeting him again for the first time after so many years be the start of something beautiful between them, husband and wife? Or would the truth behind Migo’s decision to keep her away from him tear her apart? After all, Migo was a powerful man and behind every man of that status was a kryptonite his enemies were so eager to find.

It was a remarkable experience that inflicted pain to Pastel Noreignhae Syjuco's life. She suffered torment and trauma in the hands of his ill brother. The life she has wasn't heaven at all. It was purely hell. The wildfire conflagrated flames of relentless dissolvement of her hope to live. Through art, she make used of it as a platform to unchain herself from all the thorns and fangs of life. Symbolic figure calling for help.. Dark colors of nightmare.. A dying flower.. Love.. Yves Honorario deciphers all the embedded message of her art. He was her savior. Her shield. Her hope amidst turmoil. Their love story wont stay forever in a plain portrait. It will be carve in real life.

For so long, Favilla has wanted only one thing: to kill her Sire. However, on the eve of her success, she learns that she was only ever a chess piece in a game being played out by the most powerful vampires in the city. Her loved ones have betrayed her, and the one who was her greatest enemy wants to save her with his dying breath. She dies for her mistakes, but the goddess is merciful. She is granted a second chance. Only, why is nothing the way she remembers it? Will she become a player this time around, or will she remain a pawn? Most importantly, can she make him understand that she loves him back? * Favilla (f., n., 1st dec.) - glowing ash, cinder, ember Dies iræ, dies illa, / Solvet sæclum in favilla * 'Everything is ready, then?' he says, a little sad. I feel bad about it. 'It's not too late to back out, you know. He doesn't suspect anything yet.' 'No,' he says, 'I'll still do it. I'll kill him. For you, my love.' * 'I'm scared,' I say. 'Don't be,' he says. 'You won't have to do anything but stand aside and watch.' * His arms are around me, and he's murmuring to me, 'Oh, you stupid, stupid girl.' Only, it doesn't sound like him at all. It sounds cold, detached. Cruel. * Finally, the pieces start snapping into place—he's betrayed me.

"I'd rather die than watch you sit on the throne of Camelot with that wolf!" Nadia's once sweet mother stated in fury. She had not been this way until after she got pregnant for the king's brother. Now she would stop at nothing but to see that Her dignity and long time secret is protected, even if it meant preventing the heir to the throne from taking her rightful position. But pleasure and esctacy cannot be curtailed, expecially when it is on one's Beck and call…. One cool evening she couldn't help but lustfully savour the body of her lover, letting him do to her as he pleases. But Nadia storms in on them with an important message and is shocked to see her mother The Queen making out with her uncle…

They say I killed my sister. That I stole her husband. That I’m a thief, a liar, a murderer. But none of it is true. I gave up everything—my youth, my dreams, my peace—to raise her son and honor her last wish. But to them, I’m still the villain. My stepson hates me. My husband despises me. And no one dares to hear my truth. When my only comfort—my late father’s cat—is killed as a cruel message, something in me breaks. I’m done begging for love. I’m done living in silence. It’s time the world hears my side of the story… And sees what happens when a broken woman rises. This is not a love story. This is my fight for freedom.

Cassandra Morgan thought her exhausting life was finally over. She went to a high end party to celebrate her freedom from her father's debt, but woke up in the next morning in luxurious suite and a handsome man was sleeping soundly. "You." The woman eyed Casandra. “Why are you so pathetic and shameless to bite something that is far from your league.” Cassandra found her phone, the first thing she saw was the text message she received from Rachel. “I sold you off. Sorry.” The man was smiling under the soft and silky duvet. His eyes still closed tight but he heard everything and felt amused by the drama. His back was facing them but his ears were clear as the sky. You awake? fucking asshole?

After twenty years of knowing and loving my destined mate, Alpha Martin, we were finally about to get married. On the eve of the wedding, He skillfully picked out the lipstick shade I wanted from my makeup bag. That's when I knew: Alpha Martin had someone else. That girl was wearing the custom evening gown I'd prepared for the wedding banquet, clinking glasses with Alpha Martin in a mate's toast. Our friends surrounded her, respectfully calling her "Luna." I didn't cause a scene. Instead, I called the hospital. "Dr. Fabian, please dispose of the eggs I had frozen." Then I sent a message to that girl. "Yvonne Jimenez, would you like to marry Martin Daniels in my place?"

Selena was happy as she was going to marry the love of her life Daniel Wells. It was all she wanted, even if her parents did not want her to marry him. Her life takes an unexpected turn when Daniel abandons her at the altar, with a message implying he can't go through with the wedding because he has fallen in love with June, who is Selena’s best friend. Selena, consumed by anger, shame, and betrayal meets Max Stone, who promises her a chance at revenge. In exchange for his promise, she accepts a contract to marry him, not knowing his true intentions or his position as the CEO of her company. Will her taste for revenge bring her the closure she needs, or will it untangle her life in surprising ways?

My fiance, Victor Blackwood, is a mafia boss who rules the country's underworld with an iron fist. To the rest of the world, he is the epitome of power. Yet to me, he is the embodiment of love. But I do not realize the cost of loving a man like him. On Valentine's Day, I cook his favorite dishes and wait for him to come home. However, time passes, and his chair stays empty. Uneasy, I go to Queenie Stone's social media page. She is Victor's foster sister. She posts, "All I said was that I felt lonely, and he came right away. "Even when I accidentally spilled wine on him, he didn't mind. Victor is still someone who puts family first, even if it means neglecting his lover. "He never lets me down. I hope things stay that way." In the photo, Victor's shirt is soaked at the waist. Queenie's handkerchief lingers near his most private parts, but he doesn't pull away. He merely looks at her affectionately. I do not make a fuss and give Queenie's post a like. Then, I send Victor a message that reads, "Let's break up." Victor ignores it as always. Later, I discover that when my breakup message popped up, he had said offhandedly, "Vivienne can't live without me. She's just acting out. "If I ignore her for a few days, she'll come crawling back by herself. She's easy to please." What he doesn't know is that I was easy to handle only because I once loved him. But now that I have decided to leave, he cannot make me turn back, no matter how he tries to win me over.