Good Morning Mahal Ko Message

My husband's true love goes missing. He traps me in a cave to make me repent for my sins. "Olivia would never have gone missing if not for you! You'd better stay in there and repent for your sins!" No matter how I scream and try to escape, I'm ignored. Ultimately, I die due to cobra venom. Unexpectedly, my husband loses his mind when he sees my body and the twisted look on my face.

In my dormitory, there was a poor student. With all the good intentions in the world, my roommates and I were eager to help her, not realizing how much our help would cost. She wasn't impressed by the hairdryer we offered, insisting on borrowing a branded one instead. The skincare products we gave her? They were applied to her feet. And, as if that wasn't enough, she specifically demanded luxury face cream. One day, I lent her my tablet to look up some information, and to my surprise, she secretly opened up my gaming app, spent all the diamonds and reward tickets I had saved for half a year, and left me empty-handed. When I asked her to pay me back, she turned the tables and posted a public message online, accusing me. "I'm just a poor student from the countryside, never played games before. Are the materials in the game really worth this much?" Before I knew it, the comment section was flooded with criticisms of me. In a fit of frustration, I fired back with a post of my own, throwing her into the spotlight. "Well, I suppose you've never tasted the bitterness of being cyberbullied, have you?"

A post asked: "What did it feel like to marry someone you didn’t love?" My husband answered, "No fun in bed at all. Every day, I think about divorce." Owen Clinton’s first love, Luna Dawson, had returned to town, and sparks had reignited between them in secret. Luna, with smug confidence, had urged me to step aside. But I only laughed as I tossed the divorce papers at her. "If you were so capable, you’d get him to sign them. Otherwise, I won't even take you seriously.”

Love is the most complicated thing in the world, that's why nahihirapan akong pumili kung ang mission ko ba o ang taong mahal ko.I'm a journalist and his my mission.And my mission is to be his wife, to be a wife of an idol.

"Ms. A paano ba patindigin ang balahibo ng babae? Anong dapat kong gawin?" "Search mo" sagot ko "Ms. A paano ba simulan ang s*x?" "Hulaan mo" sagot ko "Ms. A paano mag f*nger? Yung mapapapikit sa sarap yung babae?" "Ip*sok mo buong kamay mo" sagot ko "Ms. A ito na ang final performance ko" "Ede maganda" "Miss A! Miss A!" Mahal na ata kita Kylus, pero nakatali ka na sa ibang babae kaya wala akong magagawa. Isa lang naman akong s e x t u t o r para sayo

At the staff meeting, I was singled out and criticized by the supervisor. The supervisor said that someone had reported issues with my work attitude and demanded an immediate explanation. My face was displayed on the big screen at the meeting, subjected to public scrutiny. Just as I was feeling overwhelmed, the face of our boss appeared in my camera frame."Tell me what’s the problem.”

In my previous life, everything I do to care for myself somehow ends up benefiting my new housekeeper instead. I apply expensive skincare, yet dark spots and fine lines spread across my face, whereas the 45-year-old housekeeper's face becomes silkier. I jog every morning, yet my body only grows heavier and bulkier, while hers becomes slender and toned. When my husband notices the stretch marks on my abdomen, his face twists with disgust, and he never touches me again. "I genuinely can't bring myself to touch you. How can you look worse than Mirabelle when you take such good care of yourself?" My housekeeper looks at me with a sinister smile. A chill crawls up my spine, and the strange feeling makes me fire her on the spot. Yet, as soon as she leaves, I start aging at lightning speed, entering menopause 20 years early and developing diabetes and high blood pressure. I see every doctor I can, but after hanging on for a week, I die from a stroke. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day she first reports to work. This time, I push away the royal jelly she sets in front of me with a pleasant smile. "I've been avoiding certain foods lately. You can have it instead."

"Buong akala ko sa pelikula at libro lang nangyayari ang sapilitan kang ipakasal sa taong hindi mo mahal, malala pa ay hindi mo kilala... pero ngayon, hindi ko lubos matanggap dahil ikakasal na ako... hindi sa taong mahal ko kundi sa isang lalaking napakalayo sa pinapangarap kong maging asawa. Isang taong may pusong bato! Pero mas masakit pa rin para sa akin ang ibayad ako ng aking ama!" -ZOE > > > > Zoe Reyes' life turned upside down the moment she found out that her known father, whom she used to love used her as collateral for his debt. She has to marry the man she never once met, a cold-hearted man, and just like her, he was enmeshed to marry her. She doesn't love the man for she already had someone in her heart but she was forced accept the marriage for the sake of his father's sanctuary. Whether they like it or not, they had to face the altar together, and in the end, they made a VOW OF HATE!

Viviene's peaceful morning walk was ruined when a speeding black car splashes muddy water all over her. I glared at the back of the car while cursing it on my mind. Hindi man lang huminto ang sasakyan! Nagpatuloy lang ito. I quickly memorized it's plate number. Naiinis kong pinunasan ang t-shirt na nadumihan dahil sa nangyari. My peaceful morning was ruined because of that car! Just wait! I'll ruin you! Inis akong umuwi ng bahay. I walked slowly when I saw the car from earlier. It was parked in front of our house! I smirked. Makakabawi na rin ako sa wakas. Nilibot ko ang tingin ko sa paligid hanggang sa may nahagip akong putik sa may gilid. "Kung sinuswerte ka nga naman" saad ko sa aking sarili habang naglalakad patungo sa putik. I winced in disgust while scooping the mud. Agad kong pinunas sa sasakyan ang mga kinuha kong putik. I made sure na malalagyan ko ang harap. Pansin ko ang pagtingin ng mga taong napapadaan pero pinabayaan ko lang sila. I walked inside our house, only to find my brother's friend—Devin Raleigh Carter, the owner of the car that splashed mud all over my shirt.

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!” After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater, I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!" Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.