Flower Sa Patay

The fearsome Romano family has made an announcement. Whoever among me and my sister, Vivienne Everhart, can give birth to the first grandson of the Romano bloodline shall inherit the Romanos' wealth that's worth tens of billions of dollars. Also, said grandson will be the next Don of the Romano family. In my previous life, Vivienne had married Dominic Romano, a healthy and strong young man of the Romano family. My parents were the one who had arranged for this marriage to happen. I, on the other hand, got married to Julian Romano, a gloomy man who was confined to his wheelchair due to his crippled legs. In less than a year after our marriage, Julian had regained his ability to walk once again. At the same time, I got pregnant with the first grandson of the Romano family. As such, Vivienne got abused by Dominic to the point that she completely lost her marbles. That was how she became the laughingstock of the rich socialites of the upper crust. On the day I was about to go into labor, Vivienne stabbed my belly with a blade. Then, she grabbed me before jumping off a tall building with me in her arms. When I open my eyes again, I see Vivienne snatching away the bouquet made of blue roses that's given to me by Julian. "I want to marry Julian!" "Vivienne, how could you snatch Isabella's bouquet away?" As soon as Vivienne receives the fancy blue rose bouquet, she freezes in place when she hears our father scolding her. After Dad grabs the bouquet from Vivienne's hands, he passes it to me before saying, "Isabella, you have a healthy body. Julian might be handicapped, but at least he's pretty talented when it comes to running his business." Then, he pats Vivienne on the head lovingly. "Vivienne, you're in poor health. Marrying Dominic is your best option." As I stare at the blue rose bouquet in my hands as well as the wedding gown I'm currently wearing, I dig my nails into my palm forcefully. Finally, I realize that I've gotten reborn.

I, Calista Summers, have been in a secret relationship with Vernon Grayson, the boss of the biggest mafia organization in Merdico for five years. To others, Vernon is the epitome of a perfect gentleman, cold yet aloof, attractive yet abstaining from women. With a net worth in the tens of billions, he holds a lot of power. He has also kept himself scandal-free since the start of time. However, not many know that I am his only exception. I am the team captain of the cheerleading squad at Duke City College. I am known to be brave, straightforward, and passionate about everything. Vernon is a whole decade older than I am. He is mature and dangerous, but those are the exact qualities that draw me to him every time. He always lets me rest my head in his lap while in the back of his limited-edition Rolls-Royce, kisses every inch of my body before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, and takes my breath away in hidden toilet cubicles at major public charity galas. And every time, he's so gentle with me that I keep mistaking his doting on me as his love for me. Yet, he can also get cruel and merciless with me, making me beg and whine at his mercy. As for me, I was really falling for him because Vernon never lets any other woman get close to him. He chooses me every single time, and I believe that's what true love is. However, things change when his first love, Samara Horton, returns from Urop. Vernon starts showing me his cold, aloof side that leaves no room for argument. He stops being gentle with me, his mask falls away to reveal his true colors, and he no longer treats me as his equal who shares his world. At that moment, I finally realize that I am nothing more than a dirty secret he needs to keep hidden from the rest of the world. I am but a pawn that he can easily cast away at his convenience. I choose to put an end to our secret relationship altogether. I leave, taking nothing of his with me except for the baby in my womb. The baby is his heir, but he doesn't even know that he exists.

After I fell while pregnant, my six-year-old son, Nico Bertelli, did not come to help me. When I woke up, the baby in my belly was gone. At my hospital bedside, Nico hid behind my husband, Roberto Bertelli, and mumbled, "Mommy, I thought you fainted on purpose to get my attention. You've pretended to pass out a few times before just to stop me from going out with Ms. Pelosi." Roberto chimed in coldly, "You're always pulling tricks to get attention. Nico doesn't even trust you anymore. You need to take a hard look at yourself and figure out why he prefers being around Martina Pelosi over you." I was completely heartbroken. The day after I was discharged, I went home, packed up everything that belonged to me, and left behind only two documents: a divorce agreement and a letter terminating my parental rights.

The night before my wedding, my best friend flew back from overseas to attend my bachelor party. We were just having a few drinks when his stomach started acting up, so I quickly reached into his bag for his medication. Instead of pills, I found a naughty remote control. I grinned mischievously and waved a hand toward him. “Didn’t know you were getting this wild overseas, man.” He smiled awkwardly and told me to just hand him the medicine and not to touch anything else. Alas, his reaction made me even more curious. So I purposely pressed on one of the buttons. The next second, my fiancee, who was sitting right next to us, shuddered.

“I had you first, and I won’t let any man get close to you!” -Dr. Kent Marcus Smith “I am Kent Marcus Smith, AKA Dr. Smith, 34 year old, a handsome cardiologist. Born in America but my heart is purely pinoy. They say I am a good person-that’s what they believe. What they don’t know is that, I have a dark secret. I met this girl, a beautiful young lady, took advantage of her weakness and innocence years ago, and now I'm back , I offered her to be my secretary and planned to completely make her mine”. “Hindi ko ito gusto, pero kinailangan kong gawin. Ipinangako ko sa sariling aayusin ang aking buhay sa kahit na anong paraan, lumaki ako sa magulong pamilya at ngayon, pinili kong tumayo sa sarili kong paa para makatakas sa kanila. Ako si Mikaela Ramirez, ang babaeng ibinenta ang sarili sa hindi ko nakikilalang tao sa edad na 20 at ngayon ito ay “Sugar Daddy” ko pa. Yes, hindi ko sya kilala dahil sa tuwing may mangyayari sa amin ay hindi ko sya nakikita dahil sa sobrang dilim ng kwarto. Isa ito sa mahigpit na Rule ng aking Sugar Daddy- Bawal ang may kahit na ano mang liwanag sa loob ng silid kung saan kami nag-kikita. Oo imoral akong tao, pero ito ang nagbigay pagkakataon sakin para makapag-aral ng Nursing sa Prestihiyosong Paaralan. Hangang sa makatangap ako ng letter mula sa kanya at sinabing-Hindi sya makikipag kita sa akin ng ilang buwan o taon pero siguraduhin ko daw na walang ibang gagalaw sa akin bukod sa kanya dahil tuloy-tuloy pa din ang suporta na ibibigay nya at sa pag balik nya, ihanda ko daw ang aking sarili. Should I be scared? Hmm I’m not, matagal na akong patay, pero kelangan ko lang mabuhay.”

Nagulat na lamang si Ysabel nang may mga armadong lalaki ang pumunta sa kanilang bahay at pilit siyang kinuha kahit na may malubhang sakit ito. Mas lalong nadurog ang kanyang puso nang malamang may pagkakautang at atraso ang kanyang ama kay Harrem Lavigne, na isang muti-billionaire at kinakatakutang CEO "Alam mo ba kung bakit ka andito saakin?" "Your father sold you to me. So you are going to give me your body and your soul. Sayang lang at hindi pa kita mapapakinabangan sa ngayon. You will be my bed warmer. I'll wait until you fully bloom." Iyon ang mga katagang tumatak sa kanya nang makapasok siya sa buhay ni Harrem. Naging pansamantalang libangan siya nito tuwing nakakaramdam siya ng tawag ng laman. Akala niya ay doon magtatapos ang kanyang paghihirap Ngunit ano ang gagawin ni Ysabel nang malaman niyang si Harrem at ang fiancee nitong si Cassandra ang dahilan kung bakit nasawi ang kanyang pamilya? “You'll pay for what you made me into. And I will make sure that you'll end up kneeling into your knees begging for my forgiveness. Dahil patay na ang dating Ysabel na kilala niyo." Brace yourself, Harrem Lavigne because Ysabel Larraine Cielo will make you taste your own medicine. Sa gitna ng kanilang paghihiganti sa isat isa ay matutuklasan nila ang isang sekretong magkokonekta ulit sa kanilang dalawa. This time, is there any second chance para sa kanilang pagmamahalan? "Ysabel, you're an angel sent from hell to save a demon like me. I'm fucking whipped on you, baby." Mainit na bulong ni Harrem sa tenga ng namumulang si Ysabel.

si Winston Lawrence ay ipinanganak ng kaniyang Ina sa tabi ng bundok na mga Basura at dito na lumaki at nagka isip si Winston Lawrence isang araw, habang pumapasok ito sa School, lagi itong binubully ng kaniyang mga kaklase dahil na rin sa Mabaho ang kaniyang mga damit at halos tatlong notebook lang ang dalaga nito araw araw at ang mga pinag tirahan lang ng mga kaklase at kapit bahay lang nito ang mga Notebook na ginagamit niya at minsan napupulot lang nito sa bundok ng basurahan kinuha niya ito ang mga walang sulat, at kaniyang pinag sama sama upang maging isang notebook. sa tindi ng hirap nang kaniyang, nag sikap si Winston Lawrence na mag aral ng mabuti, at lagi nitong sinasabi sa kaniyang magulang at mga kapatid pag ako naging mayaman, aalis tayo sa lugar na ito, at ititira ko kayo sa isang malaking bahay si Winston ay panganay sa Tatlong mag kakapatid, at tanging siya lang ang nag iisang lalake sa magkakapatid. isang araw, nasa 406,549,000 Million Pesos na ang Jockpot Price ng Lotto, at may isang lalake ang nanalo nito, ayon sa Balita ngunit pagkalipas ng isang Linggo, nabalitaan ng Lahat na patay na ang Lalake ayon sa Balita, pinatay ito dahil sa Ticket Lotto na kaniyang napanalunan ngunit ang lalakeng tumama sa Lotto ay nagawa nitong ilagay sa isang Sobre ang ticket at ito ay naka singit sa isang Notebook. dahil wala na ang kanilang Anak, kaya tinapon na lamang ng kaniyang Pamilya ang lahat ng gamit nito sa basura, at ang lahat ng gamit ng lalake ay itinabi sa isang maliit na bodega, isang araw nangangalakal si Winston ng Basura sa at napansin nito ang isang Notebook, ung una ito ay gagamitin niya lamang sa School ngunit dito pala magbabago ang buhay ni Winston Lawrence...

"Mom, please stop searching for a lover. I don't want Fathe r's condition to deteriorate further due to your behavior. Ot herwise, I will destroy any relationship you have with any m an!" Chelsea admonished, giving a warning. She had lost c ount of how many warnings she had given, given the nume rous men her mother had approached for money, despite h er father's serious illness. "It's up to you, do whatever you want. I don't care anymore because I can't bear to live in poverty," the mother replied c almly, indifferent to Chelsea's feelings. "Fine, if that's what you want. I swear I will marry one of yo ur most meaningful lovers!" Chelsea promised her mother when the pain had taken over her.

The day I win the cheerleading championship, the entire arena erupts with cheers for my team. But from the stands, my brother, Nelson Locke, hurls a water bottle straight at me. "You injured Felicia's leg before the performance just so you could win first place? She has leukemia, Victoria! Her dying wish is to become a champion. Yet you tripped her before the competition, all for a trophy! You're selfish. I don't have a sister like you!" My fiance, who also happens to be the sponsor of the competition, steps onto the stage with a cold expression and announces, "You tested positive for illegal substances. You don't deserve this title. You're disqualified." All the fans turn against me. They boycott me entirely—some even go so far as to create a fake memorial portrait of me, print it, and send it to my doorstep. I quietly keep the photo. I'll probably need it soon anyway. It's been three years since I was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. Knowing I don't have much time left, I choose to become the type of person they always wanted me to be—the perfect sister who loves without question, the well-mannered woman who knows when to keep quiet, and the kind of person who never, ever lies.

I've loved Jonathan Pickle for half my life. I used my family's resources to help him attain success. However, in the third year of our marriage, he brought his mistress home to stomp all over my pride. That wasn't the worst of it—he even destroyed my family. … I open my eyes to see Jonathan in his university days. Unexpectedly, I'm not the only person who's been given a second chance at life.