Chase Looney Before Accident

Ipinagkasundo si Cassidy ng kanyang mga magulang kay Chester Montecalvo. Bata pa lang ay minamahal na ng dalaga si Chester kaya tinanggap niyang maikasal dito. Pero sa loob ng dalawang taon nilang pagiging mag-asawa ay walang ginawa si Chester kundi pasakitin ang puso niya. At nang mamatay ang mga magulang niya ay mas lalo pang lumabas ang tunay na kulay ni Chester nang ikulong siya nito at pilitin papirmahin ng mga dokumento para mailipat dito ang pagmamay-ari ng kompanya. Cassidy killed herself bago pa makuha ng asawa niya ang lahat ng meron siya. Hindi niya hahayaan na mapunta sa walanghiya niyang asawa ang pinaghirapan ng kanyang mga magulang. Pero iba ang plano ng kapalaran sa kanya. Nang imulat niya ang kanyang mga mata ay nasa harapan siya ng altar, ikinakasal muli kay Chester. She had given a second chance, nabuhay siyang muli.

Nang mapunta si Raven De Leon, sa lugar na kung saan malayo sa syudad. Lugar na kung saan, puro puno at tunog ng mga ibon at alon ng dagat lamang ang maririnig. Lugar, na kung saan nakilala niya ang isang binatilyo na si, Aries De Guia. Nagkita at nagkakilala sila sa hindi inaasahan na lugar at pagkakataon, at mag hihiwalay nga din ba sila, sa itinakdang panahon?

In the day, Evelyn Jefferson is Warren Larkin's elegant and capable executive secretary. At night, she's his alluring bedfellow.After three years of such an arrangement, she thinks he loves her. But when she proposes to him, he says, "It's just a game—we fuck, not make love. Did you really think I'd take you seriously?"She loses hope in him and leaves without another word. From that day on, her life is transformed, and her career skyrockets. She becomes a renowned lawyer that no one in the industry dares offend. Countless suitors swarm her.He regrets his decision and pins her to the wall, his eyes bloodshot. "I'm yours in heart, mind, and soul. Will you marry me, please?"She smiles seductively. "Sorry, but you're standing in the way of my Mr. Right."

I was the stand-in who looked most like my husband's first love. He put me through countless plastic surgeries, both major and minor ones, until I became her exact likeness. But then, she came back from the dead. All it took was her saying, "I don't like anyone looking like me," and he sent me right back to the operating table once more. I begged him, telling him that my body couldn't handle it anymore. Alas, he only looked at me with irritation. "Seeing that cheap imitation of her face just disgusts me," he sneered. "No matter how close you come, you'll never be her." In the end, I died on that operating table. Yet, he went mad, trying desperately to recall what I once looked like.

Chase Dawson and Ezaiyah Collins were born separately; yet are seemed to be fighting both uneasy battles. Chase Dawson— a man in his mid-twenties, an intelligent architect, but is grumpy and has a heart as cold as a stone in the middle of an icy cave. He's considering himself as 'cursed', cause who the hell would think that he's not? Knowing that he lost the woman he loved the most— not once, but thrice. And all of them suffered unexpected death. Ezaiyah Collins— a model in her early twenties, an orphan, mistreated by her stepmom and rejected multiple times by the man she loves the most. But what will happen if they are suddenly trapped on an isolated island, forced to live under the same roof? Is there a chance for them to change each other's point of view in life? Would they fall in love? Or they'll just let their time together pass and would just end their somewhat 'connection' still being each other's worst enemy?

Aria Maine is a new queen in need of a king consort to claim her throne. Her brother's best friend… "What are you doing Barry?" she whispered, watching his hands drizzle water up and down her arms after he dropped the shirt in the water. "I have absolutely no idea," he said, laying his mouth down on her shoulder, kissing it for the first time. The bad boy prince she fell for long ago… "Hey asshole! I didn't screw your sister's fiance okay? Nothing happened. Can I go home now?" "Shut up!" he growled, biting her lip. "Just shut up," he ordered, leaning into her, pressing his body up against hers before shoving his tongue down her throat. Prince charming, her ally in war… "My heart won't survive you, Aria Maine. Is there anyone that's not in love with you?" Three suitors. A ticking clock. Boy oh boy, (oh boy) how does a girl choose?

Nicholas’s first love was diagnosed with HIV at our hospital. I broke doctor-patient confidentiality and told him. Unfortunately, he thought I was lying. He not only accused me of killing a patient and got me convicted, and he even spiked my milk with abortion pills. At eight weeks pregnant, I bled heavily. I begged him for help, but he just walked away and sneered, "Finally, no one can stop me from being with Shereen." When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day his first love was diagnosed with HIV. This time, I didn’t tell him. Instead, I broke up with him. Since he loves his first love so much, I’ll gladly step aside.

I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, so I went online to hire an undertaker in the hopes that he would collect my body. That way, I could die and be buried. I would like to finally be at peace, even if it meant that I could only achieve it after death. I packed up my bags and left home in search of a place to die, only to receive a message from my undertaker. [Sorry, something came up. I can’t come now.] …Excuse me? I’m already half-dead, and you’re blowing me off?

At the age when I should have been attending university, I was framed by my biological parents and sent to prison. My sister had been cruelly killed by her kidnappers when she tried to save me, and they blamed me for her death. On the day of my release, I was kidnapped and had one of my ears cut off. When I found the opportunity, I immediately called my father, asking him to save me. Instead, he snapped, saying, “You’re no longer my son! Don’t contact me!” I was then burned alive. After I died, my sister returned. However, when my parents found out that the charred corpse was mine, the family crumbled.

My parents used the compensation money from my sister's car accident to buy a four-room house, but they only let me stay in the bathroom. My twin brothers, who were not even a year old, each had their own room. When the twins grew up, they got into a car accident. One of them needed a corneal transplant, the other needed a heart. My parents begged me to donate and save them. When I tried to escape, they betrayed me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the time just after my sister's death. I sought justice for my sister and myself, and made my parents pay for what they had done.