Billy Graham Library At Christmas

When I was seven years old, a handsome man Mom brought home gave me a box of mangoes. That day, Dad watched me happily eating the mangoes as he signed his name on the divorce agreement. Then, he jumped to his death. From that day on, mangoes became a lifelong nightmare for me. So, on our wedding day, I told my wife, Irene Johnson, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." She held me without saying a word. From that moment on, mangoes became forbidden for her as well. … On the fifth Christmas Eve after we got married, Irene's childhood sweetheart, Steven Carter, placed a mango on her desk. That same day, she announced that she was cutting ties with him and fired him from the company. That day, I felt that she was the woman destined for me. ... Six months later, I return from overseas after closing a billion-dollar deal. At the celebration dinner, Irene hands me a drink. After I drink half of it, Steven, the man who was kicked out of the company, stands behind me and grins. "Is the mango juice good?" he asks. I look at Irene in disbelief, but she is holding back a laugh. "Don't be mad. Steve insisted I play a joke on you. I didn't give you a mango, just a bottle of its juice. "But I think Steve is right. There's something wrong with you for not eating mangoes. Look at how much you enjoyed it just now!" she says. I keep a cold expression, raise my hand, and splash the remaining mango juice onto her face. Then, I turn and walk away. Some things are never a joke. Mangoes aren't, and neither is my decision to divorce.

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They called him Father. She called him forbidden. Ayana Marcus thought coming home for Christmas would be simple—a few weeks of family dinners, church services, and small-town nostalgia before returning to her real life in Boston. She didn't expect him. Father Nelson has been her father's best friend for two decades. A priest. A pillar of their tight-knit community. A man who's supposed to be untouchable, unshakeable, holy. But when Ayana returns after four years away—no longer the sheltered girl who left, but a woman who knows her own mind—everything changes. One look across her family's dinner table, and she sees it: the way his dark eyes linger a second too long, the tension in his jaw when she speaks, the white-knuckled grip on his glass when she laughs. Father Nelson isn't just her father's friend anymore. He's a man on the edge of breaking. One stolen kiss beneath the mistletoe shatters two decades of self-control. What begins as a single moment of weakness spirals into a secret affair that threatens to destroy everything—his priesthood, her family, their souls. He tells himself he's corrupting her. She knows she's awakening him. In the cold December nights, between whispered prayers and desperate touches, they discover that some sins taste like salvation. That the line between worship and desire is thinner than either imagined. That love—even forbidden, impossible, unholy love—can be the most sacred thing of all. But in a town where secrets don't stay buried and the church sees everything, their passion will cost them more than they ever imagined. He's twice her age. Her father's best friend. A man of God. She's everything he's denied himself for twenty years. And this December, they'll learn that some gifts are too dangerous to unwrap… But impossible to resist.

When I was seven, my father brought home a beautiful lady who gave me a mango. That day, my mother watched me happily eating the mango while she signed her name on the divorce papers. After that, she jumped off the roof of our building. From then on, mangoes became the nightmare of my life. So on my wedding day, I told my husband, Alan Holt, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." Alan pulled me into his arms, quiet. From then on, mangoes became off-limits for him, too. On Christmas Eve of our fifth year of marriage, Alan's childhood sweetheart, Larissa Fennimore, left a mango on his desk at the office. The very same day, Alan announced he was cutting ties with Larissa and fired her from the company. That day, I truly believed he was the man I was meant to be with. Half a year later, I flew back from overseas, having just closed a partnership deal worth about 200 million dollars. At the celebration dinner, Alan handed me a drink. After I had finished half the glass, his so-called childhood sweetheart, the woman who had been kicked out of the company, stood behind me with a big grin and asked, "Does the mango juice taste good?" I stared at Alan in disbelief, and he was trying hard not to laugh. "Don't be mad. Larissa insisted I played a little joke on you. I didn't actually give you a mango; I just gave you a bottle of mango juice. But I think she's right. The fact that you don't eat mangoes is a real problem. You were really enjoying that juice just now." My face went cold. I lifted my hand and threw the rest of the mango juice in his face, then turned around and walked away. Some things are never a joke. I wouldn't kid around with mangoes or divorce.

"What are you doing, Ms. Samantha?" Jack angrily said after he see his employee chit chatting with some guys, while the other girls are waiting for her service. Halata naman sa librarian ang pagkagulat. Napatayo at mabilis na yumuko sa lalaking nagngangalang Jack Krean Tomizara Miller. Ngunit hindi pinansin iyon ni Jack. He walk towards the direction of librarian. "This is not hour of flirting. Hindi kita sinuswelduhan ng malaki para makipaglandian ka lang. But, if you really like to flirt and seduce some guys. Then, bakit hindi natin lubos-lubusin pa. Hmm?" He smirks on his librarian whose name is Samantha. "S-Sir...I-I'm sorry...I-I will never do...i-it...a-again...j-just please...s-spare my life." Umiiyak na anito bago nagmamakaawa kay Jack. Hahawakan na sana nito ang kamay ng kaniyang boss, nang mahigpit na hinawakan ng lalaki ang noo nito. "Oh, sweetie I'm not going to kill you. But, I'll help you to seduce guys, you want?" Mabilis na umiling nang umiling ang babae. "N-no...no...si-sir please...no!" Nang matapos si Jack na punitin ang pang-itaas at pang-ibaba nitong uniform ay ngumisi pa siya nang demonyo. "You're welcome sweetie, don't cry. I'm just helping." Pero hindi pinansin ng babae ang sinabi ng kaniyang boss. Nagmadali itong tumakbo palayo habang hawak-hawak ang maselang katawan nito. Jack Krean Tomizara Miller is known as heartless and ruthless. Wala siyang pakealam sa lahat ng tao kung magmakaawa pa ito sa kaniya. Marami na siyang pinahiya na mga empleyado. Kaya mahirap makakuha ng bago sa pag-aari niya kahit na malaki pa ang kita rito. Because they known him as a demon. Pero may isang babae ang mag-aapply bilang bagong librarian. Si Linzei Mikaele Franzie. Ano ang magiging kapalaran niya pagkapasok sa sikat na library at makilala ang Notorious Mafia King na si Jack?

Sandro was Coreen's first love. Unang beses pa lang niyang nakita ang lalaki sa library ay na love at first sight na siya. Subalit kahit pareho lang dila ng eskwelahan ng lalaki ay hindi siya nagtangkang magpakilala rito ay aminin ang kanyang nararamdaman. Malinaw sa kanya na imposibleng magustuhan ng isang campus crush na si Sandro ang isang tulad niyang wallflower. Nanatili na lamang siyang lihim na humahanfa sa binata. Hanggang sa dalhin siya ng ama sa Greece ay hindi niya nagawang umamin sa binata. Eight years later, bumalik si Coreen sa Pilipinas. She was different from the girl she used to be eight years ago. Isa lang ang hindi nagbago sa kanya. She was madly in love with Sandro Madrigal, her first love. Two months na bakasyon lang ang pakay niya sa Pilipinas subalit nagbago ang lahat ng iyon nang malaman niyan mula sa pinsan ng bestfriend ntang si Miranda na naghahanap si Sandro ng bagong secretary. Itinapon niya ang planong pagbabakasyon sa ibat-ibang panig ng bansa at sa halip ay nag-apply bilang secretary ni Sandro. Itinago niya kay Sandro ang katauhan na anak siya ng isang Greek tycoon. Natanggap siya bilang secretary ni Sandro. Lubusan pa niyang nakilala ang binata at napalapit siya rito. Akala niya, kapag napalapit siya sa binata ay mawawala na ang 'obsession' niya rito. Subalit na iyon ang mangyari ay lalo lang siyang nahulog sa binata. Hanggang sa dumating ang araw na bigla siyang inalok ni Sandro. But his term was "temporary wife". Ayon kay Sandro, kailangan nito ng babaeng papakasalan upang makuha nito ang mana nito. Pumayag siya na maging temporary wife ni Sandro. Hindi niya alam na iyon na pala ang simula ng pagbabago ng buhay niya dahil matapos ang kasal nila ay naaksidente si Sandro at nawala ang ala-ala nito.

“ Anika Tara na sa library. Nag hihintay na si attorney enriquez at judge Bala.” Sabi ni Tito loreal “Wait lang po bakit may judge at attorney?” Hindi nila ako pinakinggan dumiretso lang “William follow us” sigaw ng tatay niya. Napatanga nalang ako sa kinatatayuan ko. Hindi rin sumunod agad si William sa parents niya. Umikot siya papaharap sakin. Sobrang lapit niya. Seryoso lang siyang naka titig sa akin. Mas Guwapo pa pala Ito sa malapitan. Kinakabahan na ako mas lumalapit pa siya sa akin habang ako naman na papa atras na. Bumangga ang likod ko sa pader Wala na Akong I aatras. “Alexander What are you doing, you are making me uncomfortable.” “I didn’t do anything. Wait what? What did you called me?” “Alexander?” Kumunot ang noo niya noong inulit Kong sabihan ang pangalan niya. Lumapit siya sakin. Inilapit niya ang bibig niya sa te nga ko. Hindi ako makagalaw sa ginawa niya sobrang tumatambol ang dibdib ko. “I don’t know what our parents are about to, or maybe you already knew and I am not enjoying what is happening!” Bulong niya “ I——don’t know either.” Yon lang ang nasabi ko. Bigla na siyang tumalikod sakin. Iniwan niya akong nakatayo lang doon. What’s with that man? He makes me shivers by his voice. “No! This will not going to happen!” “Tito Enrico do you think I will agree? Of course not!” Pag pasok ko sa loob ng library yon ang una Kong naabutan sumisigaw sa galit si William. May nakita Akong dalawang papel na nakalatag sa lamesa at dalawang singsing. Napatakip ako ng bibig sa nakita ko. Nakatingin silang lahat sa akin Hindi ko alam kung anong nararamdaman ko. Nanginginig ang buo Kong katawan. “I will not marry her. I have a girlfriend” galit paring sabi niya

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."