Annabeth Chase

Samsara Angela Sakura learned to live as a breadwinner. Until one day, circumstances made her life twice as much harder than before. When an opportunity comes for her to be one of Miss Night Women and be purchased by a Billionaire, will she accept it?

Annabeth Russo adalah seorang yatim piatu yang tumbuh besar dengan saudara kembarnya di dunia yang keras dan penuh perundungan. Namun takdir pahit telah menuntun Annabeth untuk bertemu dengan Lucas Gambino, pemimpin mafia tampan dari klan Gambino yang menyelamatkannya dari organisasi perdagangan manusia. Penyelamatnya mengetahui kekuatan Annabeth beserta saudaranya dan meminta mereka menyelesaikan suatu misi khusus. Dalam perjalanannya menyelesaikan misi, Annabeth harus menghadapi kenyataan masa lalunya yang terungkap dan bertemu dengan Armando Cassano, laki-laki muda tampan yang merupakan calon pewaris tunggal klan Cassano. Siapkah Annabeth menghadapi masa lalunya? Dan siapakah pria yang akhirnya mendapatkan hatinya?

Blinded by the past, she was rescued from the tremendous tragedy. Annabeth Lacson was comatose for almost 5 years. She doesn't have any idea about what happened to her when she was only 16 years old and has a vague memory of everything that happened, including the person who saved her, whose face she could barely remember. Because of this, Annabeth Lacson became too dependent on her older brother, Inigo Lacson, as she suffered from a fear of being alone called autophobia. On the other hand, she was not on good terms with her other older brother, which is Red Duncan Lacson, the younger brother of Blue Inigo, and she doesn't even have an idea about how it was started. She just woke up one day from a coma after 5 years that her other brother was pissed at her for a reason that she doesn't have an idea. But when the secret of the past slowly unfolds in Annabeth's eyes, will she be able to make everything right after knowing that her life was a big lie?

I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, so I went online to hire an undertaker in the hopes that he would collect my body. That way, I could die and be buried. I would like to finally be at peace, even if it meant that I could only achieve it after death. I packed up my bags and left home in search of a place to die, only to receive a message from my undertaker. [Sorry, something came up. I can’t come now.] …Excuse me? I’m already half-dead, and you’re blowing me off?

Nicholas’s first love was diagnosed with HIV at our hospital. I broke doctor-patient confidentiality and told him. Unfortunately, he thought I was lying. He not only accused me of killing a patient and got me convicted, and he even spiked my milk with abortion pills. At eight weeks pregnant, I bled heavily. I begged him for help, but he just walked away and sneered, "Finally, no one can stop me from being with Shereen." When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day his first love was diagnosed with HIV. This time, I didn’t tell him. Instead, I broke up with him. Since he loves his first love so much, I’ll gladly step aside.

At the age when I should have been attending university, I was framed by my biological parents and sent to prison. My sister had been cruelly killed by her kidnappers when she tried to save me, and they blamed me for her death. On the day of my release, I was kidnapped and had one of my ears cut off. When I found the opportunity, I immediately called my father, asking him to save me. Instead, he snapped, saying, “You’re no longer my son! Don’t contact me!” I was then burned alive. After I died, my sister returned. However, when my parents found out that the charred corpse was mine, the family crumbled.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I planned a surprise for him. I hid in his studio. Instead, I found him inviting a university student to pose as his model. As she peeled away layers of clothing, his eyes lit up. "Exquisite. Truly exquisite. It's been ten years—and this is the first time I've seen true beauty," he said. Then he lunged forward, capturing her in a passionate kiss. My nails dug into my palm, hard enough to draw blood, but I stayed silent. For ten years, I had walked behind him, always in his shadow. I was tired.

Paano nga ba maging masaya lalo na kapag nalaman mong isa ka na lang kabit ng lalaking unang nangako sa'yo ng kasal at pagmamahal? Si Joy Fuego, isang simpleng babae na masaya at kuntento na sa buhay pag-ibig niya kay Ricks Gregorio-- ang kan'yang nobyo dahil kahit na mahirap lang sila pareho ay responsable at mapagmahal naman ito sa kan'ya. Hindi man nito naibibigay sa kan'ya ang lahat ay alam niyang mahal na mahal siya nito at kahit na kailan ay hindi siya nito magagawang lokohin. Pero paano na lang kapag dumating ang isang malaking pagsubok sa pagsasama nila at malaman niyang kasal na pala ito sa iba? At ang masakit pa ay bago lamang nito nakilala ang babaeng pinakasalan. Matitiis ba niyang maging isang kabit lang ng lalaking pinakamamahal alang-alang sa magiging anak nila o nakahanda na siyang palayain ito at hayaang lumigaya sa piling ng babaeng pinili nitong pakasalan?

My husband, a surgeon, committed a fatal error during surgery. In despair at the loss of his patient's life, he chose the ultimate escape via sleeping pills on the very same night. By the time I reached his side, his ice-cold body was already being carted into the morgue. His death set the beginning of my tragedy. The patient's family, consumed by grief and rage, turned their wrath on me. Their cruel vengeance eventually took my life. As my spirit left me, I came to witness a shocking revelation. My supposedly dead husband was, in truth, alive and well! While I suffered, he enjoyed a life of luxury with his mistress and his new family. He had it all—sleek fancy cars, a stately mansion, and a mountain of wealth. The discovery burned me with rage. So furious I was, I couldn't rest in peace. When I opened my eyes again, I awoke not in the afterlife, but on the day my husband faked his death. I had returned…

My boyfriend is a forensic artist. He was forced to make a harrowing decision to save his first love. At the killer's demand, he created a portrait from a photo—he never realized that the young girl in the photo was me in my childhood. Two weeks later, the police investigate a grisly bomb explosion and dismemberment case. The victim's identity was unrecognizable, and the investigation dragged on for days as the authorities desperately searched the blast site, looking for my remains. After three days and nights, they finally recovered enough of my remains to reconstruct my face. When my boyfriend unknowingly brought the shattered fragments back to life with his art, he was confronted with a horrifying truth—one that drove him to the edge of madness.