Feel Good Romance

" ไม่มีเงินใช้หนี้ ก็เอาร่างกายของเธอมาชดใช้แทน " // เธอเป็นแค่ลูกหนี้สุดท้ายกลายเป็นของเล่นราคาแพงที่ผมไม่คิดจะคืน การขัดดอกที่ควรจบลงกลับกลายเป็นกรงรักสัมพันธ์ร้อนที่ตัดไม่ขาด

Prologue After being married to the girl he thought was the love of his life, Maxwell yet couldn't seem to understand how things suddenly went wrong again. In a bit to overcome this sudden pain,he stumbled upon him, the one person who somehow was a stranger but yet was just to unique to him. In a fist to get over his wife,he had a one night stand and not with any other woman but with this strange guy... And this was were it all began... ** There is no possible way I am you, or I would become you sir," max shutter, but his voice sounded yet firm with a look of clarity. "Oh I see, why then do I see you fighting to resist me," Andrew replied staring deeply into his eyes, as his breath fanned his face... "Because if I was anything like you, then I would have known that a long time ago," he said refraining himself from pushing Andrew off his face, as a look of disgust plaster on his face making Andrew chuckled. "I'll love to see how long you can fight it, until them, I'll patiently wait for you to beg me to make love to you", he whispered into his ears, as his tongue licked the back of his ears causing him to shutter..

Naging emosyonal para kay Precious Sarmiento ang unang araw ng pasukan sa paaralang kanyang tinuturuan, nang makilala niya si Chris Laurente, isa sa kanyang mga estudyante sa Grade 10 na malaki ang pagkakahawig sa namayapa niyang bestfriend at boyfriend na si Alexander Suneco. Dahil dito'y nagbalik sa kanyang alaala ang masakit na kahapon. At first she thought, it was just a reincarnation dahil may nasabi si Alex noon na nasabi din ni Chris sa kanya. Hanggang sa nagkapalagayang-loob sila sa isa't isa at naging mag bestfriend. When Precious realized she was falling for him, inisip pa rin niyang bahagi pa rin ito ng reincarnation. Chris misinterpreted her feelings for him dahil akala niya kaya lang nagkagusto si Precious sa kanya dahil magkamukha sila ni Alex. Unti-unti siyang dumistansya dito at ibinaling ang atensyon sa iba. Naging masakit ito para kay Precious lalo na't natitiyak niyang mahal talaga niya si Chris. Pero kailangan niyang tanggapin na hindi sila pwede, dahil sa layo ng agwat ng kanilang edad. Years had passed at muli silang nagkita ni Chris. Nanumbalik ang kanilang pagkakaibigan hanggang sa nahulog ang damdamin nila sa isa't isa. Would they be able to fight for their love when the world is against them? Hanggang saan ang kaya nilang ipaglaban sa ngalan ng pag-ibig?

Carl Larson's intern is about to die, and her only wish is for him to sleep with her once. I disagree, and he says I'm petty. "It's just a one-time thing. She's about to die! Why do you have to assume I'm up to something dirty?" Is that so? I've seen them together more than once, though. I later agree, and he's relieved… until he sees me lying on his operation table for an abortion. He widens his eyes in disbelief. "What are you doing here?" I smile. I want him to murder his child. I want him to regret this for life.

Connor’s life came crashing down eight years ago and he vowed to never return home, but that all changed when his mother died and he had to return home to settle everything. He hadn’t planned on running into the first person he ever loved and the first one that ever broke his heart. He didn’t plan on getting a stalker that made his life miserable and would not let him find peace.

Vincenzo Moretti was Stonehaven’s youngest financial titan— a tech mogul commanding a multibillion-dollar empire, gracing the covers of business magazines as a modern legend. But only a select few knew the truth: he was also the ruthless Don controlling the East Coast mafia. To him, wealth and power were mere chips in a game. And I? I was just another pawn used to stabilize a fragile family alliance. In our ten-year marriage, he slept with my friends, my coworkers… every single person I once trusted. Then one morning, as I took our one-month-old baby for a routine checkup, Sienna Newton, his latest mistress, ran me down with her car. The baby screamed endlessly. I begged her to take us to the hospital, and when Vincenzo arrived, he looked at me with cold disdain. “Isabella,” he sneered, “when did you learn to stage accidents? “Even if you died here, I wouldn’t bat an eye.” Then he took Sienna’s hand and walked away without a backward glance. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, the child in my arms had suffocated. Upon hearing the news, my mother suffered a heart attack. She didn’t survive. I slipped into a coma for two days. When I finally woke up, I found out that Vincenzo never visited. Instead, his father, Renato Moretti, the true king of the Moretti empire, stood by my bedside. I looked at him calmly and said, “Let me go. Whatever I owed your family, I’ve repaid in full with two lives.” Later, that same Don who had once looked down on me knelt before me, begging me to come home. But I was no longer the woman who waited, silent and broken, for his change of heart. I was the Don’s wife who turned away and never looked back.

Everyone knew—Jessica Conway had always adored Jack Murray. They were high school lovers, and everyone just assumed they would get married eventually and live happily ever after. But then, there was Abby Conway, Jessica's elder sister who was "gravely ill." On the eve of Jessica and Jack's wedding, he said, "Jess, your sister's really really sick. Let's give her a chance to be the bride for now, alright? You know you're the one I love." Abby echoed, "Jess, promise me you'll come to the wedding, okay?" Jessica clutched the stomach cancer diagnosis in her hands and said nothing. On the wedding day, she never showed up. Jack, realizing her absence, abandoned the ceremony and rushed home—only to find the house empty. The only thing left behind was a single sheet of paper: her final diagnosis. For three days and three nights, Jack knelt before Jessica, begging for a second chance. But she never forgave him. Not even in death.

Eight years ago, a night of drunken recklessness left me carrying Grayson Ulrich's child. But from that moment on, he began to hate both me and our daughter. He never allowed her to call him "Dad." He wouldn't let me step into his study, either. Because inside that study, every inch of space was filled with traces of another woman—Sandra Wright, the ex-fiancée who had once left him for freedom and happiness, who had gone abroad to marry a rich man. She was the one Grayson could never forget. The one he still loved. On our eighth anniversary, Sandra returned. That night, Grayson got drunk for the first time in years. He held our daughter in his arms and wept until his eyes were red. My daughter looked at me, bewildered. "Mom, why is Uncle crying?" I held back my tears and told her softly, "Because he is very happy. The person he loves has finally come back." Then I said, "So, Mommy's taking you away—so we won't disturb him and the woman he loves, okay?"

Francine Tyra Manuel, came from a very popular and wealthy family. Tyra always get what she wanted and because her parents were both busy on their business, they always gave what their daughter wants. Pinupunan nila ang kanilang mga pagkukulang sa pagbibigay ng mga mamahaling gamit sa kanilang kaisa-isang anak. Lumaki si Tyra ng may galit sa magulang. Her parents didn't hurt her physically but mentally. She sworn to herself not to trust so that no one could hurt her again just like what her parents did.Until one day, he met Kianno Villegas. The guy who love and accept all her flaws and imperfections. Her cold and hard heart turned into a soft one. She even broke her own promise. Binuksan niya ang kanyang puso para sa lalaking mahal niya at ito rin ang dahilan ng kanyang pagbagbabago. They thought their love would last long but the faith played a nasty trick.

Five years ago, my junior made a mistake in the experiment, resulting in an explosion in the lab. In an effort to save my childhood friend, Andrew, I suffered severe burns to one side of my face and was falsely accused as the culprit. Just like that, I became the target of everyone's anger. Only Andrew stood by me, promising, "I love you for who you are, not your appearance. I'll always be there to protect you." But on our wedding day, he vanished without a trace. My mother, suffering from heart disease and barely clinging to life, wanted to see Andrew. When I asked him to come, he replied impatiently, "Are you using such a lame excuse to meet me? Don't you have any shame? Every time I look at your face, I feel disgusting." I pleaded desperately, but he calmly hung up. "Do you think I'm your servant? You can't just summon me whenever you want. Just because you saved me once doesn't mean you can blackmail me for life." My mother died without peace. The junior who slandered me back then later posted a photo on social media, showing a man lifting her effortlessly. Their poses were intimate, highlighting the underlying affection. Her captions read: [It's all his fault for tiring me out during the day. I almost missed out on this beautiful ocean. When you're in love, all is clear to see. I mentioned wanting to go to Belmar Island, and he flew me around the world for it.] I was utterly heartbroken, so I texted him: [Let's break up…]