Chord Photograph

A woman who lives her life in poverty touched the heart of the young billionaire man by her very own incredible endearing raw voice. And with the billionaire's connections, he managed to know the personal informations of the incredible woman, which includes her family status. Out of pity for the woman, he thought of offering her a help, but only in a one condition. It is to be the secretary of his for 3 months who can sing for him anytime, in an exchange of helping her get recognized in the world with her wonderful voice.

Nang lumuhod ang lalaki, magmakaawa, at yakapin ang kanyang binti'y 'di pa rin natinag si Kennedy. "Ken, please, handa akong gawin ang lahat-lahat mapasa 'kin ka lang muli," pagsusumamo ni Chord. Isang hakbang palayo mula sa lalaking dati niyang minahal ay agad na nagbadyang tumulo ang mainit at nag-uunahang mga luhang kanina pa gustong lumabas sa kanyang mga mata. Nag-aalab. Lumalago. Ayaw paawat. Ilan lang ito sa mga salitang makakapaglarawan sa pag-ibig ni Kennedy kay Chord. Animo'y isa itong bomba na kapag hinayaan lamang hanggang sa pumatak sa partikular na oras, ito'y sasabog at hindi na mapipigilan pa. Ngunit hindi maipagkakaila na kahit kaila'y hindi mawawala ang mga problema't hamon na maaaring tumupok sa alab ng pag-ibig sa pagitan ng dalawang tao. "Napakahirap mong abutin, Chord," wika ni Kennedy, nanginginig ang boses. "Walang-wala sa kalingkingan ng estado mo ang estado ng buhay ko." Namatay si Romeo dahil kay Juliet. Namatay si Jack dahil kay Rose. Hindi nagkatuluyan sina Peter Pan at Wendy. Sina Chord at Kennedy kaya gano'n din? Mailalaban ba nila ang pag-iibigang pilit sinusubok ng panahon, paniniwala, at tadhana?

Gideon Snow presides over Oasis Vale. A warlord who dominates the battlefield, the king of the underworld, a country's military governor, the king of strength, the king of destruction, and the king of information… Many world-class giants are busy farming in Oasis Vale. When Gideon's fiancé, a female war hero, arrives to call off their engagement, he knows it's time for him to look at the outside world. The world will tremble at his feet.

I died beneath the Ferris wheel where Henry Cadden and Sophie Lloyd had their secret affair. Two lives were lost that day, mine and my unborn child's, but they all said it was my fate, and I deserved it. Sophie had orchestrated everything. She convinced Henry to cut our child from my body and give it to her, then stole my phone to frame me for infidelity. She also asked him not to look for me. Later, he found out the truth. The lifeless body he discovered was mine, and the child he had removed from my womb for Sophie was our own. My remains weren't even complete. He told himself it was for the best, that the child had done a good deed and would be blessed for it. But deep down, guilt consumed him. Still, in the end, he decided to marry Sophie. As my soul faded and seemed to be slipping away for good, he exposed Sophie's evil deeds at their wedding. In a final act of desperation, he dragged her and jumped down the building. She died instantly on the spot, but he didn't and went into a coma for life.

In a country where people view being single as a sin. Some would even conclude that you have been married to the devil by your parents, others would say you have a spirit husband a d that was the reason no one was coming for you. To worsen it, you chose a profession that perpetually puts you on the limelight, people call for you, they have seen your work and they want to have you as their photographer. Such was the case for Rebecca, she was young beautiful but she feels so alone since all her mates were married, she was still single and to worsen it no one was seeing her, it felt more like she was invisible, people would always tell her she was beautiful but they never went further even when she would be the one to quickly show her interest. She wanted so much to be loved and feel loved, she wanted to know what it felt like to be inlove. She looked pretty young but she wasn't really that young which was why her mother would want her to go to church with her every now and then, she wished she was not in the same state with her mother because even if she runs away from her mother, she always finds a way to get her back. But the story changed for Rebel when she was contracted to handle Charles' wedding, her job was going just as perfect, she was doing exactly what she used to do, she was giving her best to the work. She showed them a sample of how the work would look like, but she couldn't concentrate, whenever Charles was close to her, even if he was with Sandra, she just couldn't concentrate, she was inlove with her client.

I'm a private photographer. Many female college students come to me to get their portraits shot. In return, they choose to offer me their supple bodies. One day, I receive an order to take wedding photos of a couple. However, that night, the bride insists on having me sleep with her… Could it be that her husband can't even afford to pay me for my services?

She wanted to be strong for him yet with a contemptuous look in his eyes, his words struck a painful chord inside of her. “ You think I would accept you?" Nora Rigby stared at the handsome yet cold looking face of her mate, Carlos Alberto, the future Alpha of Eagle pack. "I am your mate" she managed to blurt out, hating the question he just asked. Her hands were shaking and she felt as though there were thousands of spears jabbed at her heart. His cruelty broke her, yet she stood aloof, accepting the inevitable rejection. The last thing Nora expected was to be rejected by the man she had loved and craved for all these years. How could he reject her because she was wolfless? Filled with anger, she wanted to end it all but couldn't go through with it. Who would have guessed that not only did her mate reject her but he also sent people to kill her! As she fell down the cliff, she had just one wish for the moon goddess. She wished she could have her revenge. As she shut her eyes, embracing the darkness. Instead of meeting the moon goddess, she surprisingly opened them only to see herself in a different world… And a different identity! “ Welcome back, Princess!" She was a Lycan princess and she was back to take her revenge with the help of the one person who believed in her. Karen, her commander. What would happen when the seemingly weak human came back as the most powerful being in the world of the mystical beings? With conspiracies roaming all around Nora, what would be the outcome of the Lycan princess story? Find out in this intriguing story!

He's the cold-hearted billionaire I despise, my brother's best friend, and completely off-limits. But when he needs a fake girlfriend, he makes me an offer I can’t resist... For ten years, Michael Bonell was my secret obsession. The charming troublemaker who was my total opposite. Until one dreadful night made me vow to never speak to him again. When his fiancée hires me to photograph their wedding, it feels like a cruel twist of fate. But the wedding is canceled at the last minute. And instead of the refund I can't afford to give, Michael demands something else. A date. To his ex-fiancée’s wedding. Pretending to love the man I loathe is easier than I expected. Michael kisses me like he means it and protects me like I've always been his. Until I start to question if he's ever hated me at all. But one thing hasn’t changed — we can never be together, or I risk losing everything that matters. One week with the man I can't forget. One bed. One rule — don’t fall in love. But what if I already have?

On my five-year-old son Oliver's birthday, I baked him his favorite allergy-safe cake and he said he wanted my husband's secretary, Rachel, to be his mom. While I worked hard for my husband and son to have a privileged life, they went to an amusement park with Rachel to eat ice cream together. I still worked overtime to treat him when Oliver openly denied that I was his mother in the kindergarten and claimed that Rachel was his "biological mother". I still believe his assurances even after I discovered a photograph of my husband Derek and Rachel from before we met. I thought being Head Healer of Blood Moon Pack meant I could mend any wound, but some betrayals cut too deep for even the strongest magic to heal. As it is, it's time for them to know how much I paid for our perfect little family. It's time for them to pay me back for everything I've given them.

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."