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Sapphire, the ancient sentinel fairy broke out from a sealed crystal after a long hibernation of thousands of years. She has been keeping the gates of hell closed from the demons that threaten to wither the life in the Mortal World. Along venturing with the new generation she's not familiar with, Sapphire is overwhelmed by the changes that happened after thousands of years of being held inside the crystal. There, she meets the handsome werewolf twins, Phillius and Xeno, the son of the Alpha in the city of New York. Losing her memory, Sapphire has no idea about her purpose and why she was imprisoned inside a crystal for millennia. Under the care of the Clarkson Clan, she's forced to marry Phillius, the heir of the Clarkson Clan. Although Phillius is a perfect guy anyone could wish for, there’s an evil side hidden behind his perfect face. Even after she was chosen as the next Luna, Sapphire still refused Phillius because she is slowly developing feelings for Xeno, who hates her for a certain reason.

"From now on, you are mine!" Byron opened Abigail's veil and kissed her lips. Abigail's tears rolled down and shattered her heart into the pieces. The vow she dreamed to take with her love of life. He is the one who destroyed it with his hand. He chooses money in exchange for her, exchange of her love, and at last, she was forced to marry a stranger. She wanted revenge for her lover's betrayal and the stranger Byron offered her to make a deal. He will destroy her ex and in exchange, she needs to fulfill her wife's duty!" Abigail didn't think twice and agreed with him and made a deal. However, she doesn't know the stranger Byron has his own hidden agenda to marry her. What does Byron want from her? How did Abigail's life turn out after getting married to this mystery man? Will it turn out to be a fairy tale or the worst nightmare for her?

SPG ALERT ❗ WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised. Contains graphic sex scenes, mature contents, adult language and situation intended for mature readers only. Si Luna ay isang babaeng inosente at mapagmahal sa kapwa. Akala niya'y nasa fairy tale siya dahil she already had a prince in her life and that was Daniel. Akala niya magiging okay ang lahat ngunit hindi niya inaasahan na ang kasal na kaniyang iniingat-ingatan ay mawawasak na lang bigla ng isang katotohanan. She thought Daniel was her prince charming but unfortunately he was a jerk. Matagal na pala siyang niloloko nito kasama ng kaniyang kapatid. The pain was excruciating na gusto na niyang magpakamatay ngunit dumating na naman ang isang prince charming offering her a chance to live but she need to be married him in exchange. Tatanggapin b niya ulit ang isang prinsipe o wawakasan na lang niya ang kaniyang buhay sa mundo?

Ellie and Elia Madrigal are identical twin sisters. Despite their different personalities, they love each other and support their parents. Their life is like a fairy tale book that everyone dreams of. Money, fame, power, and a pretty face. Ngunit nagbago ang lahat ng mamatay ang magulang nila sa plane crash at tangkain silang patayin ng matalik na kaibigan ng ama na si Don Faustino. Napilitan na magtago at magpakalayo-layo sina Elia at Ellie. After eight years napagpasyahan ni Ellie na bumalik sa Pilipinas bilang Freya Sandoval na isang sikat na top model sa ibang bansa, para alamin kung bakit ninais na kitlin ng kaniyang kakambal na si Elia ang buhay kaysa sa gamutin ang sakit nito. Magagawa pa kaya ni Ellie ang misyon kung ang lalaking napangasawa ng kakambal niya, ay ang lalaking nakaniig niya eight years ago?

I receive a mysterious parcel on my fifth wedding anniversary. Inside the box are photos of my husband, Luke Madden, being intimate with his assistant. The photos go back a long time—they seem to start from over five years ago. The latest one was taken half a month ago. He, his assistant, and their daughter are playing by the seaside. They smile brightly in the photo and look like a happy family of three. I suppress my devastation and take medication to terminate my pregnancy. Then, I pull out my phone to text my mother. "I'll do as you say and get a divorce, Mom. I'll be back next month to take over the company."

After six years with Joel, Lyra landed in the hospital—sick and drained. The day she got discharged, she caught something in the hallway she wasn't supposed to hear. "Joel Fenwick, are you out of your mind? You gave Lyra's bone marrow to Renee without telling her? You knew her health was trash and lied about it being a stomach issue just to make her do it?" Renee. Joel's childhood flame. The girl he never got over. Lyra didn't cry. Didn't freak out. She just picked up the phone, called her parents overseas, and said yes to an arranged marriage with the Windsors.

On the night of our ninth wedding anniversary, my husband—Damian Grant, the man who ruled the mafia by day and once ruled my heart by night—did not bring me roses. He gave the bouquet that should have been mine to Serena Lane, his personal assistant. Beneath the chandelier where we once danced on our wedding night, he turned to me with that same cold charm he once used to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. “She's pregnant.” Finally, everything fell into place. “She's a picky eater. From today onward, you’ll cook three meals a day for her. And no repeats. “She’s sensitive and hates sleeping alone, so you’ll need to move your things into the guest room.” The room fell silent. I did not raise my voice, nor did I shed a single tear. I simply picked up my packed suitcase and walked to the door. The butler tried to stop me, but Damian did not even blink. “She’ll come back.” He lazily swirled the wine in his glass. “She’ll come back crying and begging within three days.” Our guests burst out laughing. They placed a million-dollar bet right in front of me. They were betting on whether I would be back before the night was over, begging Damian to let me back in like a pathetic stray dog with my tail between my legs. However, they did not know I had already received the family heirloom from my real father. I booked my flight to get far, far away from everyone I used to know. This time, I really left.

Bianca is dying. Acute myeloid leukemia, stage three. The family doctor told me on the phone—bone marrow transplant, only option, perfect match. Identical twins share ninety-nine percent compatibility. I crushed the diagnosis report. My name was at the top: Gemma Blackwell. But the doctor trembled, whispering apologies. A clerical error. The sick twin was Bianca. The cure was me. I had to get home. Rain lashed the taxi windows. I rehearsed the scene: Father setting down his cigar, Mother gasping, me explaining the mix-up. The report has my name, but the blood work is Bianca's. I can fix this before it's too late. My phone lit up. Family group chat. Father's message was short: [Gemma is terminal. Bianca forbidden from donation. Family decision.] My blood turned to ice. They had seen the misdelivered file. They thought I was the one dying—and they had voted to let me rot. When I pushed open the door and saw Father, I felt it— the temperature drop, the world freezing around me. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Father," I said, my voice barely steady. "I have a question for you." He looked up from his cigar, annoyed. "If it were Bianca dying," I whispered. "Would you have made me give her my marrow?" The room went silent. He set down the cigar. A long pause. "No," he said finally. "Of course. We have resources. We would find another donor. We would never ask you to take that risk." I smiled a little. Just a small, sad smile. "Good," I said softly. "That's exactly what you said. Don't regret this."

[ NOW ONGOING. ] ‘I can’t wait to make you mine, Lorelei.’ I read the text with a naughty smile. That’s Leo. The man I fell in love with via chat. I thought it was dumb to love someone you’ve never met, but look at me now. ‘I can’t wait for you to rip off my underwear.’ I texted and sent. Shivers ran down my spine while waiting for his response. Sexting through casual texts has become a thing I enjoy with him now. I bit my lips as I stared at our chat, anticipating. Just then, someone barged into my room. I put my phone down like I was doing something wrong. It was my mother. She has a worried look on her face. My father and stepmother walked in holding an envelope. I stared at them confused. “Pack your things and leave. You will get married on Thursday.” My father said cruelly. My brows creased and I tried to object but he held out the papers. “You don’t have a say in this Lorelei. I already sold you out.” What is he talking about? How can he arrange my own wedding? I knew I wasn’t my father’s favourite child, but this is next level hate. “Go and live with your husband. He bought you. And darling, there’s no turning back.” My stepmom added with a smile and threw the document on my bed. I picked it up and read the first page. ‘This contract seals the marriage between Ace Salvatore and Lorelei Stanley.’ Ace Salvatore? The man rumoured to be the devil himself.... My phone made a gentle ding and I looked at it. It was Leo. Tears cascaded my eyelids. How can I marry someone when I’m in love withsomeoneelse?

I'm about to marry Andre Lawson, a Waller Street tycoon, while my boyfriend of ten years, a blue-blooded attorney, still has no idea. His first love returns from Galoria, and now his phone floods with intimate photos of the two of them reliving their Lierre League alma mater days. On Valentine's Day, he reserves a private room at one of Zradstin's top Talision restaurants and orders a mango-nut cake, completely forgetting I'm allergic to both. We end up in a full-on whipped cream fight before he recalls my allergy. When the doctor arrives, I'm the one signing the emergency paperwork alone. That's also the moment I agree to the marriage my family arranges.