Brandon Lee Death

Ava is devastated to find her husband Brandon Thompson in bed with her best friend Mia Brooks. After a heated confrontation between the three, Ava gets into a horrible accident. Divorced while she suffered from memory loss from an accident, Ava regains her memory to find her husband, now ex-husband's personal assistant, Clinton, parading as her husband. With her reputation tainted for being involved with an employee while married, Ava becomes devastated at how her perfect life had turned out. Broken and confused, she decides to go back home only to find Brandon had already moved on after cheating her out of everything. Her properties, her children and her home. With nowhere to go,nobody to turn to, she goes back to her family, the Smiths. A few years later, Ava returns as a cold and ruthless heiress and confronts Brandon for what she had refused to see him as for a really long time; A beast. Ava is back to take what belongs to her. She's out for blood; Brandon's blood. Will there be a second chance for them or will Ava's return burn everything to the ground?

Ini bukan hanya cerita tentang Arini dan Brandon, tapi juga kedua anak-anak mereka; Elfarehza dan Alyssa. Sakinah, mawaddah dan warahmah. Ketiga hal inilah yang diinginkan oleh setiap pasangan suami istri yang telah menikah. Begitu juga dengan Arini dan Brandon. Masa lalu yang kelam membuat Brandon diliputi kekhawatiran. Dia takut kedua anak-anaknya melakukan kesalahan serupa, sehingga membuat pria itu menjadi seorang ayah yang overprotective. Seiring berjalannya waktu, El dan Al tumbuh menjadi remaja. Mereka mulai memberontak karena merasa dikekang. Puncaknya ketika El mengetahui rahasia yang disimpan oleh Brandon. Ketika itulah hubungannya dengan sang Ayah mulai memburuk. Tak hanya Brandon, Arini ternyata juga menyimpan rahasia besar. Begitu juga dengan Elfarehza dan Alyssa. Apa rahasia yang mereka simpan? Akankah sakinah, mawaddah dan warahmah masih bisa diwujudkan dalam rumah tangga mereka, setelah semua rahasia terbongkar? Mampukah Brandon mempertahankan cintanya kepada Arini, setelah tahu rahasia sang istri?

My brother and I get into a car accident. My heart is ruptured—I need emergency surgery. But my mother, the hospital director, calls every available doctor… to my brother's room. He only has a few scrapes, yet she orders a full-body scan for him while I lie there bleeding out. I beg her to help me, but she snaps, visibly annoyed, "Can't you stop fighting for attention for once? Your brother almost injured a bone!" In the end, I die on the operating table. But after the news of my death breaks, my mother, who has always hated me, completely loses her mind.

On the day of the company's annual gala, I quit my job and went back to the countryside, using up all my savings to help my best friend raise her daughter. She had died tragically, swept away by the river while trying to retrieve my hundred-million-dollar gala prize ticket that had fallen into the water. Wracked with guilt, I honored her dying wish and married her husband. After the wedding, I sold my blood and even a kidney just to make ends meet, raising my stepdaughter with everything I had. Eventually, she fulfilled her dream of winning the Best Actress Award and was about to marry the richest man in the country. But just as I was preparing to give a speech at her wedding, I saw my best friend, who had been dead for over a decade. She clutched my stepdaughter's hand and accused me of being a homewrecker who seduced her husband, and even claimed I had been the one who pushed her into the river all those years ago. Only then did I learn the truth—she had faked her death all those years ago, just to steal my prize ticket and travel the world, leaving me behind to raise her family. The shock sent me into a cerebral hemorrhage. When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the day she drowned.

What would you do if your fiancé's sister hijacked your wedding and became the bride? Life, as they say, is unpredictable. Victoria never imagined that her eight-year union with Brandon would end this way. After legally marrying in court a long time ago, they wanted an open wedding this time to celebrate their union, but things took a sour turn. Victoria decided to contact her lawyer for a divorce despite being pregnant. To her surprise, Brandon willingly signed the papers, convinced that she was never pregnant and had a plan to separate him from Elese, his acclaimed sister. What unfolds after Victoria makes the toughest decision of her life, leaving her comfort zone for a new city to rebuild herself and heal from the betrayal? Will Brandon and Elese find happiness together, or will he come to realize his mistake and seek Victoria's return? Will Victoria be willing to take him back?

Dalawang taon na ang nakakaraan, pinilit ako ng nanay ko na makipaghiwalay sa boyfriend ko para palitan ang kapatid niya at pakasalan ang kanyang bulag na fiance. Dalawang taon ang nakalipas, bumalik ang paningin ng asawa kong bulag. Pagkatapos, hiniling ng nanay ko na ibalik ko siya sa kapatid ko. Tiningnan ako ng masama ng tatay ko. “Huwag mong kalimutan na fiance ni Rosie si Ethan! Sa tingin mo ba karapatdapat kang maging asawa niya?” Mamamatay na din naman ako. Kay Rosalie na ang posisyon ng pagiging Mrs. Sadler kung gusto niya! Hihintayin ko na karamahin sila kapag patay na ako!

The day Eve Jones came back to town, Zac Gibson did not come home all night. The next day, I saw a post on her social media, showing a photo of two hands tightly intertwined, along with Zac’s peaceful, childlike sleeping face. When he finally came home, he threw divorce papers at me and said, "You’ve been standing in Eve’s place this whole time. Now that she’s back, it’s time for you to move on." It did not matter anymore. I was not going to live much longer anyway. Whoever wanted the title of "Mrs. Gibson" could have it. Later, I died. But Zac cried at my grave, kneeling, promising he would never hold anyone else’s hand again.

It was the day Jessica Goldenfold got the International Wealth Club Charity Award. My doctor pronounced me dead, for I could not afford the artificial heart needed for my survival. The show's host asked Jessica to call the one whom she had the most regret about. She called my number. I picked it up. She asked, "Do you ever regret leaving me for money?" I stared at the obscene bill for the artificial heart. Then, I chuckled. "You're a rich girl, Jessica. How about a loan of 30 grand?" She killed the call. I watched her telling everyone in front of the cameras, "No more regrets." She had no idea at all. She had no idea that I was the one who gave my heart to her when she had heart failure. I did it behind her back.

Just because I ate one chicken leg more than my brother, my father kicked me out of the house in the middle of a snowstorm. Later on, my father of an archeologist dug up my body. Due to my missing head, he did not recognize me. Even when he saw that the body had the same scars as I did, he did not care. Later on, my mother dug out my heart and showed it to her students. "Today, we will study the heart of someone with congenital heart disease." She once said she would recognize me no matter what I looked like. Mom, now that the only thing left of me is my heart, do you still recognize me?

At Sullivan Group's annual banquet, a female university student approaches Peter Sullivan and offers herself to him. The usually cold and distant Peter suddenly freezes because this young woman looks exactly like his deceased first love. He can't help but tease, "You're asking to be my mistress in front of my wife. Are you so sure you won't be thrown out?" The young lady lifts her chin, and her stubborn expression is identical to that of his lost love. "You two got married for business reasons and mutual benefits. Does she have any say over what you do? Peter, only you can save my mom. Will you do it or not?" She's right. I'm just a pawn in a marriage of convenience. How could I possibly influence Peter's choices? But then, I catch a glint of tenderness in his eyes that I've never seen before, and a self-deprecating smile forms on my lips. Maybe, instead of clinging on and being thrown out like trash, it's better if I give up my place willingly.