Foto Itoshi Rin

Matthew Hunt and Ambrose Donovan. Two millionaires, married, but not in love. Both in their mid-thirties and single, it's either they marry each other or their families would set up an arranged marriage with a stranger so the two decided to get married. They were best friends since they came out of their mothers' wombs so they were each other's next best choice. It worked. Their parents stopped hounding them. They lived in the same house, same room, do everything a married coupled would do (except sex), especially around other people, that is until their parents wanted grandchildren.

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]

In a sleepy town in the outskirts of Massachusetts, a young woman is suspected of murder. When handsome young men begin to disappear and their mutilated bodies discovered, they all had one thing in common: she was the last one who saw them alive. Could the seemingly innocent and beautiful woman be capable of murder? Or do her scarlet lips and seductive gaze know more than they let on?

My fiancé, Dominic, heir to the Carvalho crime family, vanished for four days. I thought a rival family had put a bullet in his head. Then I saw his ex’s Instagram story. A shot of them in bed. The caption: He still knows every inch of me. His face was hidden, but his hand wasn't. And on it, the ring I gave him, resting on her skin. That night, Dominic came home. He brought me white roses, my favorite. I asked him why. Why he'd lie. Why he'd sleep with her. He brushed it off. Just a "misunderstanding." I was done. I threw the ring in his face. Burned the wedding dress. Told him we were over. He thought I was just throwing a fit. He didn't get it. Not until he realized I was walking away for good. Then he panicked. Begged me to come back.

"I didn't plan on falling in love with someone else." 'Yan ang salitang hinding-hindi makakalimutan ni Gilliane dahil sa isang pangyayaring nag-iwan ng malalim na sugat sa kanyang puso. Pagkatapos siyang takbuhan ng lalaking mapapangasawa niya sana sa araw ng kanilang kasal, sa harap ng altar at napakaraming tao. Nang nangyari 'yon ay doon niya natutunan na walang kasiguraduhan ang anumang bagay sa mundo. That true love is not measured by how long you are together because in the end, it all just doesn't matter when the person you love the most gave up and find another woman and leave you before your eyes. Pagkatapos ng lahat nang delubyong nangyari sa kasal niya ay napilitan siyang sumama sa matalik na kaibigan pabalik ng Pilipinas para paghilumin ang sugat. Nagtungo siya sa bar gabi-gabi and her bestfriend was aftraid she would self-destruct. Sa unang bar na napuntahan ay nakilala ni Gilliane ang isang napakaguwapong lalaki. They even talk without giving each others name and number. Nang sumunod uling gabi, sa ibang bar ay muli silang nagkita nang hindi sinasadya. Nakailang beses silang nagtagpo kahit na hindi nila pinag-uusapang magkita. Naisip niya na waring pinagtatagpo sila ng tadhana. Pero dahil sariwa pa kay Gilliane ang nangyaring pang-iiwan sa kanya ng kanyang long-time boyfriend, ayaw niya munang mapaugnay sa kahit na sino mang lalaki. She stopped going in the bars and chose to stay at home. Ngunit waring talagang tadhana na ang gumagawa ng paraan para magkita sila ng lalaki dahil muli silang nagkita sa loob ng operating room. The man was Dr. Sebastian Villaraza, isang mahusay na surgeon sa bagong ospital na pagtatrabahuhan ni Gillian. A Ano kaya ang nais ipahiwatig sa kanya ng tadhana sa kanilang muling pagkikita ng napakaguwapong surgeon na ito?

" Jadi, ayo kita buat cerita hari ini, supaya bisa dikenang dikemudian hari" Kamu benar, cerita hari ini akan kembali dikenang, bahkan oleh diriku sendiri. Kali ini dunia tidak salah, aku yang salah. Arinda, gadis 15 tahun yang dibutakan oleh cinta seorang lelaki yang bahkan belum ia kenal dengan benar. Dia sibuk memperbaiki dirinya untuk lelaki yang bahkan tak menghargai nya sedikit pun.

"Kamu tak berpikir jika aku akan membantumu secara percuma bukan?" Seketika raut wajah Arinda terlihat menegang, dia kembali mendongak menatap wajah Zayn. Arinda menelan ludah, seketika harapan yang sempat tergambar jelas di wajahnya hilang berganti dengan raut wajah pucat pasi. Apa? Apa yang Zayn inginkan sebenarnya? Sedangkan itu, Zayn tersenyum dalam hati melihat itu. Ah, ini sepertinya akan menyenangkan. Bahkan dia belum mengatakannya dan gadis itu sudah terlihat ketakutan. "Apa? Apa yang kamu inginkan dariku? Aku bahkan sudah tidak memiliki apa-apa lagi?" tanya Arinda serak, terdengar malang. Zayn mengangguk-angguk percaya. Dia kemudian menatap dalam bola mata Arinda yang basah. Tatapan yang seolah mengunci Arinda. "Tubuhmu, kamu masih memilikinya bukan?" bisik Zayn di depan wajah Arinda. Kemudian dia tarik wajahnya menjauh, melihat bagaimana reaksi gadis itu dan betapa puasnya dia saat mendapati wajah cantik itu kini memerah.

Rindu Anjani, gadis malang yang harus menerima pil pahit kala sang kekasih hati memilih untuk menikahi Zita, kakak kandungnya sendiri. Entah apa alasan mereka hingga malam yang harusnya indah, malah menjadi guncangan besar untuknya. Nahas, tak ada satu pun keluarga yang membela atau sedikit pun mengasihi Rindu. Dapatkah Rindu bertahan di saat ia benar-benar harus berdiri di atas luka itu seorang diri? Lantas, adakah secercah kebahagiaan yang sudi menanti?

Rafael is still here. I felt his hands wrap around my waist—his body pressing against mine. A sudden thrust nudged my nightie up into a dangerous territory. I pulled away, turning to face him—he was stark naked. His large, heavy penis swayed as he moved. I blinked, stunned. I scratched my forehead and sighed, “What is your problem?” He smirked. “You’re my problem.” --- They were in the bed, The shower, The balcony—but of course, the rain had its temper, and the thunder and lightning did their work... The floor, the coffee table, the wall, and back to the bed... Her weight pressed against him. They’d wanted each other for a long time— To feel, to smell, to fuck. Her legs locked tightly around his waist, Both hands on his chest, neck, and shoulder. His left hand clenched the bed, holding his weight, His other hand caressing her breast—warm, sensual, igniting desire and excitement. He drove his penis slowly, in and out of her, Covered in the slick, milky mix of semen and vaginal mucus. Their movements were freer now than when they started hours ago. The thunderstorm lingered, Creating the perfect atmosphere for their passionate lovemaking. The rain masked their moans and groans— But her screams leaked through, raw and breathless. **** Revenge and violence wraps around a handful of hated dark romance. A powerful woman struggles to find her son while being hurt and bedded by the man who might be behind her sorrow. ****

Pangeran Alexander! Seorang dominant sekaligus angkuh hingga menjadi kambing hitam dalam keluarga kerajaan sehingga ia diasingkan ketika remaja. Shaunia, seorang pelayan yang semasa kecilnya menderita karena selalu di bully oleh Pangeran Alexander dan ia menjadi benci dengan pria itu. Kini setelah 14 tahun kemudian, keduanya bertemu kembali. Apakah yang akan terjadi diantara mereka di tengah kemelut masalah kerajaan?