Anonymous Texting App

Viona kaget bukan kepalang ketika orang tuanya berniat menjodohkan dia karena ia sudah lama menjomblo walaupun usianya sudah hampir menginjak 30 tahun. Ia tidak bisa dibebaskan menjalani hidup karena sudah ditodong orang tuanya untuk segera menikah. Karel, disaat teman sejawatnya sudah mulai membina rumah tangga ia justru menghadapi kenyataan bahwa statusnya kini menjadi duda pasca bercerai. Bukannya disupport orang tuanya untuk menghabiskan waktu sendiri dulu, ia malah langsung di ancam untuk segera mencari pasangan lagi karena reputasi keluarga yang sudah terdengar kabar burungnya setelah ia bercerai. Ini kisah Viona dan Karel yang sama-sama terjerat dalam kisah pemaksaan untuk segera mencari pasangan dan berujung dipertemukan dalam sebuah aplikasi kencan. Pertemuan mereka dan kisah selanjutnya yang menanti didepan mereka satu persatu akan membuka rahasia lainnya yang tidak mereka sadari

Ana, a girl who loves to spend all her time in dating apps just "for fun", accidentally met a guy who turned out to be a billionaire's son. What will she do if this guy wants her? Will she learn how to love this guy? Or just like the others, she will just forget him?

Pangarap ni Liezel ang magkanobyo at makangasawa ng gwapo at mayaman para mai-ahon sa hirap ang pamilya na sa kanya lang umaasa kaya naisipan niyang sumali sa controversial na dating app. Nang manalo sa billionaire's app si Liezel, ang premyo isang mayaman at gwapong bilyonaryong mapapangasawa. Walang kaalam alam si Randy na sariling kasal pala niya ang kanyang dadalohan. Nagulat siya nang tinotoo ng ama ang pagsali sa kanya sa app dahil sa pagiging workoholic niya. Hindi niya iyon matanggap, at sinisisi niya si Liezel dahil sa pagiging ambisyosa nito. Hanggang nagdadala siya ng babae sa bahay para pasakitan ang asawa niya na walang ibang ginawa ang asikasohin at mahalin siya. Mag-work kaya ang ganitong set up ng Billionaire's App? matutunan kaya siyang mahalin ni Randy na sa sandaling panahon ay natutunan agad niyang mahalin? Hanggang saan siya magtitiis?

"Miss Hudson, we have prepared a corpse identical to you, just as you requested. It will be delivered to your wedding with Mr. Warhol in ten days." Hearing the voice on the other end of the line, Violet Hudson felt a small knot of tension unwind inside her. "Alright. Thank you." "You're welcome. This is our job. Please rest assured—no one will ever suspect a thing." With that guarantee, she exhaled, the weight on her chest easing just a little. After confirming the final details once more, she ended the call and pushed open the door to the private room. The noise inside had been a constant hum, a mix of voices overlapping, but the moment she stepped in, silence fell like a curtain.

I dated my lawyer boyfriend for five years. He canceled our wedding. Fifty-two times. First time? His intern messed up some paperwork. He ditched me at the beach to fix it. I waited all day. Alone. Second time, we were mid-ceremony when he bolted. Heard that intern was getting heat from another lawyer and left me to face the guests and their stares. After that, every time we tried again, there was always some "emergency" with her. Always. I finally hit my limit. I was done. Packed up and broke it off. But the day I left Ainsley? He totally lost it trying to find me.

One month before my wedding to my boyfriend, he announced he wanted to have a child with his "first love." I refused, but he brought it up every single day. Two weeks before the ceremony, I received a prenatal checkup report. That’s when I discovered his so-called "first love" was already nearly a month pregnant. It turned out he’d never intended to seek my consent at all. In that moment, years of affection evaporated like smoke. So, I canceled the wedding, destroyed every trace of our memories, and on what should have been our wedding day, I walked into a closed-off research lab. From then on, he meant nothing to me.

When I hear my boyfriend, Terence Bowen, is trapped in a house fire, I immediately rush back to save him. However, after dragging him out with all my strength, I realize it's just a dummy. Laughter erupts from the house next door. "Ariana Brock is such a fool! She fell for it again!" Through a half-open window, I spot Terence lounging on the couch, casually scrolling through his phone. He looks completely fine. "That's the 47th prank we've pulled on her. Three more to go and we're done." "Serves her right. She shouldn't have stolen Bethany Howard's scholarship. Bethany is the one Terence actually cares about. That's why he decided to fake a relationship with Ariana to get revenge 50 times over. Too bad the game will end soon." I bend over, gasping for air. All this time, the relationship I've worked so hard to protect is nothing but a game to them.

My husband forces me to donate my remaining kidney to his true love. He wants to save her from death by uremia. I try to tell him that I have kidney failure—I'll die if I donate my kidney. However, he roars, "Stop playing your jealous games when Shawna is so gravely ill! Don't you have a heart?" Under his forcefulness, I'm taken to the hospital to get my kidney removed. Ultimately, I die in a corner of the hospital.

After my older sister, Cecilia, and I hit adulthood, our parents dropped a bomb: one of us had to run the family business, the other had to marry into the Spencer family in Norwick City. Cecilia, blinded by greed, called dibs on the company without blinking. Problem was, she was all talk. Spent her days jet-setting and partying while the business tanked. Within a year, she'd burned it all to the ground. Me? I got the Spencer name and popped out two boys, locking in my spot as the rich wife. Cecilia couldn't handle it. Jealousy made her snap—she straight-up stabbed me at a family party. Next thing I knew, I was back on the day we had to choose. Cecilia didn't even pause. "I'll marry into the Spencer family. The business can go to Demi." I laughed. My poor, clueless sister—she had no idea she was walking straight into hell.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, Jacob Carter once again abandons me for his so-called first love, Wendy Miller. "Wendy's raising a child on her own. It's not easy for her. Can't you be a little more understanding? You're also a woman, aren't you?" Jacob said. In my previous life, that argument turned into a nightmare. He locked me in the house, and when a fire broke out, I was burned to death. After being reborn, I don't just give them my blessing. I pack my bags, walk out on my own terms, and apply to study architecture overseas. And now? Jacob's the one falling apart—crying and begging me not to go.