Back For My Daughter

Si Celestine Pearl Quintana, ipinalaki sa mayamang pamilya ngunit hindi naramdamang kabilang siya rito. Mayroon siyang kambal na may sakit sa puso (Heart disease), kaya laging abala sa pag aasikaso ang kaniyang mga magulang, na halos wala ng oras para alalahanin siya simula pagkabata. 'Di kalaunan ay na diagnosed si Celestine sa sakit na Brain Tumor, at isa lang ang pwedeng piliin ng kaniyang mga magulang. Pero hanggang sa pagkakataong ito ay hindi siya iyon. P'wersahan siyang pinatay na kuntawagin ay 'Euthanasia' at naging donor para sa heart transplant ng kaniyang kapatid. Dahil sa masaklap na pangyayari ay binigyan siya ng tadhana ng pangalawang pagkakataon para mabuhay, at bumangon sa kaniyang hukay. Ipinangako niya sa kaniyang sarili na balang araw ay kakalabanin niya ang kompanya na pinakamamahal ng kaniyang daddy, at papanorin ang pagbagsak nila. Ngunit paano kung matutunan niya sinasabi nilang tunay na pag-ibig at tuluyan itong maunwaan dahil sa isang misteryosong lalake? Mananaig parin ba ang galit, o kakalimutan niya ang lahat.

“Maybe we should get a divorce. Name your prize and leave.” Dylan said and I hiccuped immediately. My heart beat increased rapidly. Just then, my phone buzzed and I knew why he wanted a divorce. My sister was back. Even after three years of dedication and loving him, it turned out Dylan never got over Lexa. He was quick to rush to her as soon as she arrived in the city. Tears welled up in my eyes realising I was nothing but a space holder for my sister. Fine, I would leave. But the next time you see me, I won't be the same. Goodbye forever, I’ll forget we ever met.

Ava thought that everyone in the world was just like another. Only caring about their interests. But when she was about to die alone on the streets, the man sitting in front of her had appeared like a guardian angel. His gentleness and concern had made her death not so painful and her life not so pathetic. Through him, she had felt that world could be a beautiful place. And now that she had been given another chance at life, the first thing she did was to find him. She looked at the man that she only knew of his name said through gritted teeth, “Sir, I know that we barely know each other, but as fate has it, I have to marry you!” Leo looked at the little woman sitting opposite him and smiled, “Well, if you were a man, I would say that you definitely have some extra balls. But since you are such a beautiful lady, I would just have to reluctantly agree.” Ava blushed when she heard the man. She never knew that she would one day ask a man to marry her. She said with the sweetest smile,“But before that, I have some personal business to take care of. I hope you don’t mind that I am almost a divorcee.” “Your past has nothing to do with me. Once you become mine, there will be no room for regret even if you want to.”

Two years into her marriage, nakaupo si Ysabel Gomez sa Quezon City Civil Registry, hawak ang marriage certificate nila ni Rafael Jimenez. Pero sa isang iglap, naglaho ang lahat nang matuklasan niyang peke pala ang kasal nila. Every I love you’s… Every promise of forever… it was nothing but lies she had foolishly believed. Dahil natuklasan niyang si Rafael Jimenez, ang lalaking minahal niya ng anim na taon, ay kasal na pala sa isang propesor na mas matanda sa kanya. She felt her world crumbling into pieces. “I’m unmarried. Childless. And I’ll inherit everything,” mariin niyang wika sa abogado nang kaniyang ama. Sa unang pagkakataon, pinili niyang pakinggan ang sarili. Tahimik siyang naglaho sa mata ng lahat. Hindi para magtago, kundi para bumangon. At nang muling makita siya ng mundo, hindi na siya ang babaeng minsang niloko at iniwan. Siya na ngayon ang babaeng tinitingala ng lahat. Confident, elegant, at nakatayo sa tabi ng isang makapangyarihang lalaki na hindi siya tinrato bilang pag-aari, kundi bilang kapantay. Habang pinapanood naman siya ni Rafael, doon napagtanto ng lalaki kung ano ang sinayang niya. And as Ysabel smiled before the flashing cameras, surrounded by a world that once pitied her, a smirk plastered on her face. Her story wasn’t over yet. This was only the beginning.

“Why are you doing this? I have done everything you asked me to do. Please, Clara, let it go.” Xavier pleaded. Clara stared at him and slowly let out a chuckle. “You mean nothing to me, you have never meant something and you never will. I don't love you and I never will.” “My words. Do they ring a bell?” She asked with a smile as she stared at him. His eyes were clouded with tears. “Clara… “ “Five years ago you said those words to me, now I am saying them back to you. I won't stop Xavier, not until the Blackwell’s Empire falls!” ~ Being in a loveless marriage for two years was something Clara got used to. Despite it being loveless, it was going great until her husband’s first love returned out of the blue and was carrying his child. The next minute, Clara was signing divorce papers. Not only was she divorced, she was humiliated by her husband and his family. Clara left the city and returned five years later with twins, she returned as a billionaire. Now, it was her ex-husband’s turn to chase her.…

Separated by fate, haunted by the past-- that's how they live. Until they meet again; they built hatred, showed agony, betrayed friends, wanted to be loved and learned how to sacrifice one's happiness. Remember those nights that I've been disturbing you, it's because I can't say what I need to say. Remember the time that I didn't disturb you; I've been holding so much, hoping that you'd be the one to call me first- and you did. Every time I hurt your feelings, I'm hurting too. I- I just don't know how to tell you the exact words, so I keep on annoying you. I'm sorry for all the troubles that I have caused- "I know," I said and I hug him. I can sense the same pain as what he is in my dream. Confessing is not bad. I'm just overwhelmed kasi I feel the same. "I like you too, Alex. I don't know how, I don't know why but that's how I felt. I hate you harassing and annoying me but I missed it when you don't!" I smiled. There fate is twisted.

Three years after being brought back to my family, I jumped off a building. As my soul floated in the air, I wanted to see how my parents and brother, who always despised me, would break down in tears, filled with regret. But my father simply shook his head indifferently and looked at my lifeless body, saying, "How childish." My mother pressed her lips together and sighed in relief, as if a burden had been lifted. My brother stood in front of the fake heiress, shielding her from the gruesome sight of my death. Even so, the fake heiress burst into tears, prompting the whole family to rush to comfort her. I stared in stunned silence for a long time before a bitter smile crossed my face. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment I was first brought home.

There were ups and downs throughout Aiden and Sabrina’s relationship; the last was their parents’ consent. Although they won all that fight, will Sabrina and Aiden overcome the obstacles that will break Sabrina’s heart? Is love capable of healing Sabrina’s wounds as she seeks retribution against Aiden’s family? Would it be possible to experience sweeter love the second time around? Do Sabrina and Aiden have what it takes to get back into each other’s arms? An ending that you don’t want to miss!

On the night of our eighth anniversary, I cooked everything Ethan loved. He didn't come home. I sat alone at the table until the food went cold. Then I did what I always did. I opened Selene's profile on the pack network. New post. One hour ago. A photo of Ethan, shirtless, building a fire in her den. Her hand on his shoulder. Her face turned toward the camera with a smile that showed too many teeth. The caption read: Grateful for old friends who drop everything when you need them. Even their marking anniversaries. I stared at it until my eyes burned. Then I liked it. Filed the bond-dissolution request. And started packing the trunk I'd kept ready for months. Ethan didn't believe it when he found out. "She's throwing a fit," I heard he told his packmates. "Give her three days." "I'll crook my finger and she'll come running back." "She always does." What he didn't understand was why I always came back. It was because I loved him. That was gone now.

I was nine months along and ready to give birth, but my husband, Sean Conner, had me locked in the basement storage room and told me to hold the baby in. He said it was because his late brother’s wife, Quinn Faber, was also due today. Years ago, Sean and his brother had agreed that the first child born to the Conners would be raised as the heir and inherit the family inheritance. “Quinn’s baby must come first,” Sean said as if it were nothing. “She lost her husband and has nothing. You already have my love. It’s only right that the inheritance goes to her child.” The pain from the contractions folded me over, and I cried, begging him to take me to the hospital. He wiped my tears with a dangerously calm voice. “Stop the act,” he snapped. “I always knew you didn’t love me. All you care about is money and status. You forced labor to happen early so you could steal my nephew’s place… How can you be so cruel?” White-faced and shaking, I managed to whisper, “I can’t control when a baby comes. It’s a coincidence. I swear I don’t care about the inheritance. I love you!” He let out a cold laugh. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have pushed Quinn to sign that contract relinquishing her child’s inheritance. Fine. Once she has her baby, I’ll come back for you. After all, the child in your belly is my blood.” Sean stayed outside Quinn’s delivery room. Only after the newborn arrived did he remember me. He ordered his secretary to take me to the hospital, but the secretary’s voice trembled as he said. “Madam… and the baby… They’re both gone…” At that moment, Sean lost his mind.