Catherine Paiz

Kahapon lang ay single pa siya. Ngunit ngayong araw na ito, magiging Mrs. Catherine Villanueva na siya. Pakiramdam niya ay nabudol-budol siya ng Daddy niya. Paano siya nitong napapayag makasal sa isang lalaking ni hindi man lang niya minahal. Bakit nga ba siya pumayag sa gustong mangyari ng Daddy niya porke’t iniyakan lang siya nito? Ngunit ang mas lalong nakakasindak, ipapakasal siya nito sa isang lalaking lantaran namang umamin sa kanya na isa itong member ng LGBTQIA community. Feeling tuloy niya, um-order lang ng mapapangasawa niya online ang Daddy niya, may defect pa. May defect dahil lalaki rin ang hilig nito at hindi babae. At no return, no exchange na pala ang kasunduang ito dahil legit ang marriage contract nilang dalawa. Hindi ito isang panaginip lang. Ngunit naisip niyang dahil lalaki rin ang type ng asawa niya, at least ay safe siya kasama nito. Malaya siyang makakapagbihis sa harapan nito at alam niyang kahit anong gawin niya, wala talagang mangyayari sa kanilang dalawa. Pero kung bakla ito bakit may girlfriend ito? At bakit, unti-unti, parang nakakaramdam na siya ng selos sa tuwing makikita niya ito kasama ng girlfriend nito? Hanggang isang araw ay makita niya ang asawa, not just one but two. Namamalikmata lang ba siya or sadyang may kakambal ito? Isang member ng LGBTQIA community na si Anthony. At isang lalaking-lalaki na si Andy. Pero kanino sa dalawang ito ba siya talaga ikinasal?

Mary Preston and her family fled to another country, leaving everything behind. Suddenly, she found herself surrounded by unfamiliar faces, in a foreign land, speaking a language she didn’t understand. A few years later, at the tender age of 19, she ended up married to Maximus Palmer, the grandson of the powerful Catherine Palmer. Mary loved him with all her heart, but he never felt the same. He married her out of obligation, not out of love. One misunderstanding after another pushed their marriage into a downward spiral, filled with infidelity, abuse, and endless disillusionment. For years, Mary lived under the shadow of another woman, enduring the pain until she finally found the courage to ask for a divorce. Her decision took Maximus by surprise, and he refused to let her go. But fate had other plans, and a tragic event forced the divorce to happen sooner than anyone expected. Afterward, Mary tried to rebuild her life, hoping to find love again and happiness that would last. But the scars from her past made it hard for her to trust or believe in love again. She faced many moments of anguish, sadness, and loneliness. Yet, through it all, she slowly began to find herself and step back into the light. Perhaps this time, she wouldn’t have to face everything alone. Maybe someone new would come into her life, someone who could be her rock and her reason to live. Although she learned that the past was never truly left behind, she also discovered that with a strong foundation, even the most broken things could still stand tall. Life had taught her about the three kinds of love: the one that teaches you how to love, the one you wished was yours but wasn’t meant to be, and the one you never saw coming that heals your wounds and brings true happiness.

His fingers slid into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat to him. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Mr. Turner,” I breathed, my voice breaking on a gasp as he found a sensitive spot just beneath my ear and sucked lightly. His growl was low and primal, vibrating through my skin as he pressed his body against mine. I felt every hard line of him, his heat bleeding through my clothes. “Why not?” he murmured, his voice rough with restrained need. I swallowed hard. “You’re… you’re my ex-fiancé’s father.” He paused. For a moment, everything stilled… his breath against my throat, the air between us, even the rain outside seemed to hesitate. Then he lifted his head, and our eyes locked. His were a stormy blue, intense and unwavering. “No one has to know, Catherine,” he said quietly, his voice was like a dark promise wrapped in silk. Then he leaned in with his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I can be your dirty secret.” A shiver ripped down my spine. His words settled deep in my gut, awakening something dangerous. I bit my lip. Every cell in my body screamed for me to walk away but I didn’t. Instead, I gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Desperately. He rumbled low in his chest, kissing me back with equal hunger, his hands roaming my body like he already knew every curve. When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. Then he dropped to his knees between my legs, with his eyes darker now. “I’m going to show you the world,” he said. “If you’d let me.”

Il la plaqua contre le mur, et elle gémit de douleur, ses doigts s’enfonçant dans sa peau nue à la taille. — Qu’est-ce qu’il s’est passé, mi amor ? Tu es blessée ? murmura-t-il de sa voix rauque et étrangement calme. — Qu’est-ce que tu fous ?! Lâche-moi ou je hurle ! tenta-t-elle de se dégager. — Vas-y, hurle. J’adorerais t’entendre crier encore une fois, mi amor, souffla-t-il lentement. Ses yeux à elle s’écarquillèrent. — Qu… qu’est-ce que tu racontes ? balbutia-t-elle, les yeux embués de peur. — Tu pensais qu’épouser mon frère effacerait ce qu’on a fait, toi et moi ? Quelle idiote, ricana-t-il, avant de la tirer brusquement vers lui par la taille. — Non, non, non… cria-t-elle en le repoussant, alors que son esprit la ramenait à cette nuit-là. Il tituba en arrière et éclata de rire. — T’inquiète pas, c’est notre petit secret. À bientôt, Amor, lança-t-il avec un clin d’œil avant de s’éloigner dans le couloir d’un pas majestueux. — Ce n’est pas vrai… Ça ne peut pas être vrai, souffla-t-elle, le visage ravagé par le choc et les larmes. Ses genoux lâchèrent, et elle s’effondra lourdement au sol. • Catherine Baldwin, une jeune femme de vingt ans, a « accidentellement » passé une nuit ivre dans les bras d’un inconnu, deux jours avant son mariage. Une semaine après la cérémonie, elle découvre que cet inconnu n’est autre que... le frère de son mari.

Emily Denver believed she had been married to Chuck Morrison for three years. It wasn't until she was planning their third anniversary that she made a horrifying discovery: the marriage certificate she'd cherished was a complete forgery. Her husband's real wife turned out to be… her best friend. For three years, Chuck and his entire family had played her for a fool, weaving an elaborate lie to keep her trapped. And it was all because a car accident—the one where she'd saved his life—had left her unable to have children. Chuck had the nerve to say, "I do love you, Emily. I just want us to have a child." Her "best friend" Catherine simpered, "I never meant to hurt you. I just want to be part of your lives, part of your family." Emily looked at them, her heart turning to ice. "You're both insane." Fine. If they wanted to play a twisted game, she would play—and she would win. They tried to steal her business project? She turned around and married the heir to the most powerful conglomerate in the city, becoming the very client they had to grovel to. They denied her the wedding of her dreams? Her new husband offered a bride price worth billions, and their ceremony was the social event of the decade. They whispered behind her back about being barren? She gave birth to beautiful, healthy twins and watched them choke on their envy. When news of the heir's marriage first broke, the social elite collectively pitied his new bride. Everyone knew he carried a torch for a woman he could never have—a lost love who was already married to another man. The rumors said he was so heartbroken when she walked down the aisle that he tried to take his own life. They whispered that he still watched films she had starred in, weeping in the dark. So when Emily, after having his children, decided to "set him free" for the sake of his legendary first love, the heir clutched her desperately, his voice raw with emotion. "Who is spreading these vicious lies? Darling, you have to believe me! There has never been anyone but you!"

Introduction: Après mon obtention du diplôme de licence en traduction, j'étais à la recherche d'un emploi. J'avais entendu parler d'une opportunité de job dans l'entreprise White angel. C'est une entreprise spécialisée dans la réalisation des vêtements et la production des produits cosmétiques. Ils avaient besoin d'une secrétaire bilingue qui soit capable de traduire et interpréter de l'anglais vers le français et vice versa. C'était comme une coïncidence,j'avais le profile demandé. J'ai déposé ma candidature. Mais le jour de mon entretien avec le PDG de l'entreprise,ma vie change complètement. Apparemment, il venait de perdre son épouse. Il m' a embauché pour devenir la nourrice de sa fille et non sa secrétaire. Moi: Pourquoi moi? Pourquoi ne cherchez vous pas une autre personne pour ce job? Lui: Ma fille se sent à l'aise avec vous Mlle Catherine Bintcha. Vous êtes là seule personne qui sait la consoler quand t'elle pleure. Moi: Mais j'ai été embauché comme secrétaire déjà. Je ne pourrai remplir deux tâches à la fois! Lui: Ma fille a plus besoin de vous que moi. Je m' en passerai de vos services de secrétariat. Moi.... Lui: Combien d'argent devrai-je vous payez pour le poste de secrétaire? Je promets de quadrupler cette somme si vous acceptez de travail pour ma fille. Moi: Euh...Je dois réfléchir. Lui: Je prends cette réponse pour un oui. Revenez demain matin à la première heure et je vous ferai signer la première partie de votre chèque. .....