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GUIECO CLAN SERIES #2 Marciella Perrer, a woman of principles, finds herself entangled in a complex love situation. She has developed feelings for Ashmer Guieco, who happens to be both her best friend's boyfriend and the boss of the Guieco Clan, where she works as a secret agent. Despite being Ashmer's first love, Marciella initially chose to step back and let go of her feelings. She made every effort to distance herself from him. However, with time, her emotions only intensified. Her world is shaken when she wakes up one morning in the same bed as Ashmer, a secret she keeps from her best friend. Now, she faces a difficult choice: will she suppress her feelings and try to forget the night they shared, or will she risk being seen as a homewrecker in the name of love?

On the verge of tears, she smiles. Her smile hides a storm. His touch brings the thunder. • "Are you planning to leave me?" He snarled, his voice dripping with fury. His entire demeanor contorted in anger, the chilling blankness replaced by a terrifying rage that made Zynah shudder. Fear flooded her voice, momentarily stealing her voice. Mustering all the courage she could, she forced out a "No." In a split second, Bilal's frown turned into a smile, a predator satisfied with his prey's submission. He reached out, gently framing her face. He leaned in, and for a fleeting moment, she thought he was going to hit her, but instead, she felt his lips on hers. She stilled. Pulling away after a second or so, he spoke; his voice a low, menacing murmur. "Good," he crooned, the possessiveness in his voice sending a fresh wave of tremor through her. "Because no matter how hard you try, you can never get away from me, you will only get yourself in trouble with me, and trust me, you're going to hate yourself for defying me." • He claims to love her, but his affection is a cage. Will this twisted affection set her free...or break her for good? Find out!!

K-kian, ah” It wasn't just bodies, our souls met too. The deep longing for each other, those inner scars were being revealed. Our eyes telling every story to each other we never shared with anyone. “Baby, h-hold me tighter. Shhh, I am not going anywhere.” He didn't skip any moment to make me feel good. My grip on him grew tighter, as his love became deeper. Marking me as his, whispering praises in my ear, with that voice of his. “You are so beautiful, Irene. Oh God!,” I sensed the hitch in his voice. It pulled the strings of my heart too. “I love you, Kian. I love you so much” **** Irene is broke, has student loans. She is intelligent but gets bullied in her university because of her poverty. She loses her part-time and is forced to do anything on order to fulfil her dream of becoming doctor. Kian, is a famous music producer who needs to clear his image of a playboy. He needs to give shut up call to the haters. His manager Raven has crazy plans to do this job. Both characters have different personalities and goals, but destiny makes them useful for each other. Whether they like it or not, he. They are forced to pretend a couple for money and fame. But what of the opposite personalities attract each other? This is a just a contract, but what if they feel more than that. Will enemies let them live together? Will they sort out things for each other ? Dive into romantic journey of Kian and Irene. It's slow burn and exciting.

I've been in a relationship with Ralph Green for seven years. However, he tells me he's sick of me. He finds himself a younger and prettier woman. I don't break down or cause a scene this time. I merely turn and leave. He's confident that I won't leave him because of how much I love him. Later, he finally finds a way to contact me. "Has it been fun pretending like you've gone missing, Mabel? Hurry up and come back once you've had enough of this fit." I'm not awake. The person beside me, Ambrose Steele, takes my phone away. He holds the phone up and deliberately leans down to kiss my cheek. "Mabes can't come to the phone. She's exhausted from last night."

The music made the speakers tremble, the floor vibrated with the rumble of the sound and the jumps of the crazy people. Each one in their own world, dancing together, dancing separately. Enjoying music, company and alcohol. I danced alone, with a drink in hand. Gliding, moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, not paying much attention to anything or anyone around me. Just enjoying that moment of inner peace that I was needing and he was giving it to me. It was a respite, a window that I opened myself in my own cage to let in air and I knew that as soon as I left the club the window would close and I would lock myself back in my world without fresh air. Therefore, he enjoyed everything he could. Alone. With eyes closed. Sweating the bad energy that others left me and breathing the good vibes that I had to give myself. They were approaching me. I drove them away. They invited me. I rejected them. they spoke to me I silenced them. I just wanted to dance and they were going to have to respect that. It was amazing how loud music could be my oxygen tank. It silenced my thoughts, freed me from tensions. There was nothing more relaxing in my life than dancing with my eyes closed and the volume turned up to a thousand. I twirled, I jumped, I wiggled, I hummed, and I sang. The brightly colored lights flickered making it difficult to see, but it was what I liked the most, going blind for an instant, forgetting that I had the ability to see the world, a false, disastrous and difficult world.

After my rebirth, I decided to draw a hard line between myself and the heir of the Mafia Family, Carlo Gutierrez. He had his golden retriever take my seat and told everyone I wasn't even fit to touch dog food at his party. After that, I never sat at the main table again. He complained that my voice was giving him a headache and got in the way of his business, so I muted myself in front of him. He sneered that I reeked, so I packed up and went back to my rundown apartment in the slums, never setting foot on his territory again. In the end, he said just having me around would ruin his marriage alliance with the Moreno Family's Principessa. I nodded, then accepted someone else's proposal without hesitation. I made the choices opposite to what I made in my last life. After I married him in my previous life, the Moreno Family's Principessa was killed in a shootout. Carlo concluded I was the culprit and threw me into the basement for torture before finally throwing my body into the sea. Later, when he saw me with another man, he confronted me with red eyes. "Rosa Shaw, you've had your fun. Come back with me, and I'll pretend none of this ever happened!"

20 year old Crimson studying tourism at Bridge university lives her life with utmost simplicity, rotating from school to home like a rollercoaster. Her life soon takes a drastic change when she meets Charles her long lost best friend and the closest thing she had to a family besides her dad. Things intensify when Charles could not reveal his reason for disappearing for a whole five years. Crimson battles with her growing anger while Charles fights to gain her love and hide his dark past from Crimson. What will happen when Charles reveals his secret feelings for her and becomes her university substitute lecturer while battling to hide his secret work from her? What will Crimson do when she finally realize that the man who was like a brother to her have been in love with her? Will Crimson be able to get over the past and see him more than a brother or will she give in to the temptation and desires he brings.

"Stop staring at me like that," nakatiim ang bagang na sabi ni Jass. "Hindi ako interesado sa 'yo at alam kong pati ikaw ay ayaw rin sa kasal na ito. So why don't we make an agreement about this fucking arranged marriage?" "No sharing of bedroom, no sex, no conversation at higit sa lahat walang pakialamanan sa isa't isa. We'll only pretend like we're sweet in front of our parents kapag nandiyan sila. Pero 'pag tayong dalawa lang, parang hindi natin kilala ang isa't isa. What about that? Hmm?" Tumango ako. "T-That's a good idea." But one time, nakita niya akong may kausap sa phone. Bakit bigla siyang nagalit sa akin?

Every time my husband cheated, he gave me a bracelet. I collected 99 bracelets in four years of marriage—I forgave him 99 times. He was away on a business trip for three days lately. When he came back, he brought home a rare bracelet worth Ten Million Dollars. That was when I knew it was time to ask for a divorce.

I accidentally stumbled upon numerous explicit videos on my husband's computer while tidying up his desk. The videos showed him in bed with my unmarried best friend. The relationship between my husband and me had been platonic ever since I gave birth 40 years ago. His reason was that he was no longer capable of physical intimacy. Now, it felt like my entire life had been a sham, despite all my efforts for my family.