Burning Candles

One hot night with a total stranger! Hindi inasahan ni Isabelle Montecillo na ito ang magiging sanhi ng malaking pagbabago sa kanyang buhay. Matapos pagtaksilan ng kanyang ex at pinsan, ay nakipagsapalaran siya sa isang misteryosong lalaki—ang gabing pinagsaluhan nila ay nag-iwan ng higit pa sa alaala. She got pregnant, and to make things worse, she didn’t know who the father was! Makalipas ang dalawang taon, nakakuha si Isabelle ng trabaho bilang advisor ng isang napakastrikong CEO na si River Dela Merced—isang lalaking may reputasyon sa pagiging maldito, mapusok, at nakakainis na gwapo. Malinaw ang prinsipyo niya: ayaw niyang makipagrelasyon sa kanya o kanino man—maliban na lang kung ito ang babaeng bigla na lang nawala sa kanyang buhay. Ngunit tila ba may plano ang tadhana. Habang lumalalim ang kanilang pagtutunggali sa trabaho, unti-unting nahuhulog ang loob nila sa isa't isa. At nang magsimulang magtugma ang mga bakas ng nakaraan, may isang katotohanang nag-aabang… posible kayang si River Dela Merced ang misteryosong lalaki noong gabing iyon? At kapag nalaman niya ang lihim ni Isabelle, masisira kaya ang lahat—o magiging daan ito upang tanggapin nila ang pag-ibig na matagal nang itinatakwil?

When Avery got out of prison and received a divorce notice from her husband Abel, her heart shattered and pain engulfed her soul. Abel only left her to be with his first love, making a mockery of her love and sacrifices. Avery vowed to punish him. But when Avery's true identity was revealed, it was discovered that she came from a powerful family and was also the most sought-after doctor, Abel swore to get her back.

They say there is a fine line between love and hate, but where does one end and the other begin? When does something so pure become something so toxic that even you yourself cannot fathom when things changed? This story starts on the day that my parents were killed. That was the day that I felt like my entire life had ended. If only I knew then that it was only the beginning of the storm I would be made to endure. Struggling to grasp onto the threads of my unraveling life, I found comfort in the arms of someone I didn't truly know. His dangerously handsome looks and his lethal allure consumed me, and, despite my every instinct, I fell. He became my world, the very air I needed to breathe, the only one that I thought I could rely on... but then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. When the truth of my very existence and reality was revealed, he cast me aside and lit my world ablaze, leaving me to burn in the flames of his hatred. Even then, we were still intertwined together by one fate. My name is Yileyna De'Lacor, and this is my story. For updates, character aesthetics and more follow me on author.muse on IG and author muse on

The New Year was just around the corner. While I was doing a thorough cleaning, I stumbled upon something beneath the couch. It was a damp, used condom, and it still had a faint lipstick stain on the edge. One thing I was sure of was that I didn't use this brand, but the lipstick color? It matched perfectly with my girlfriend Lindsey Stirling's.

Enola Eudoria Warne, 25, is a mystery, logic, math, and science enthusiast. She is an old fashion, short haired woman who always get into trouble for solving crimes. Adonis Del Rosario, the detective agency's head, entrusted her a special case. This case unexpectedly change her life. In solving it, she will eventually digs into the past. Along the way she met the legendary detective, Isidor Smith, who many believed had died a long ago. He doesn't want to be involved in this case or any criminal activity, but he finds himself helping Enola and her team. As they got to know each other, the mystery within them began to emerge. Will they finish the case, or will it kill them? What is what? Who is who? Where is where? Are you ready for the unlocking?

I was sent abroad to work. After three years, I finally helped my fiancee secure a highly challenging and significant client. When I returned home, she drove me out of the house. Her eyes gleamed with disdain as she looked at me while carrying a child. “I’ve got a husband and a child. You went abroad and left me all alone for three years. How could you come back to me? You’d better come to your senses and resign from the company tomorrow!” She trampled upon my dignity and love. Then, I realized that our five-year romance had come to an end.

Ethan Hayes and I grew up together, but we ended up resenting each other for a lifetime. He blamed me for taking matters into my own hands, forcing his memories back, and causing his true love to jump off a building. I blamed him for going back on his word. He promised to love me forever, but after losing his memory, he fell for someone else. In the early stages of our ten-year marriage, we were as cold as strangers who knew each other too well. When I got diagnosed with ALS, everyone in town urged him to divorce me. He only carried me to a chapel, knelt among the burning candles for an entire day and night, and prayed for a miracle. On my deathbed, he held me through the night, his forehead against my cheek. "I've done my duty to you in this life," he whispered. "If there's a next one, I hope you don't make me remember. Just let me be with her." Tears slid down my face. I finally got it. I shouldn't have chained him down with our teenage love, dragging him through a whole life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I found Ethan. This time, I chose to let him be with his true love instead of waking his memories.

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]

Two exes—who haven’t spoken in years—are forced to swap apartments for a month due to a housing mix-up caused by a mutual friend. She moves into his stylish city loft; he ends up in her cozy small-town house. At first, they leave petty notes criticizing each other’s lifestyle (like “Who needs this many candles?!” and “Why do you own a sword?!”). But soon, they start rediscovering each other—through texts, video calls, and unexpected visits.

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."