Good Morning Mahal Ko Message

"Pwede bang ako naman, Blaze? Pwede bang ako naman ang piliin mo?” nagmamakaawang wika ni Jane sa harapan ni Blaze. “Don't get me wrong, nagpakasal ako sa 'yo hindi dahil kamukha mo na si Gizelle kundi para manahimik na ang mga magulang natin. Kahit pagbali-baliktarin mo man ang utak ko, si Gizelle pa rin ang mamahalin ko. Siya at siya lang. Apelyido ko lang ang gamit mo pero kahit kailan hindi mo ako magiging pagmamay-ari! ” Para kay Jane, ang pagsusuot ng maskara lamang ang tanging sagot upang tanggapin siya ng lalaking mahal niya. Ngunit kailan nga ba siya matatanggap? Hanggang saan ang kaya niyang tiisin? Hanggang saan pa ang kaya niyang gawin sa ngalan ng pag-ibig? Hanggang kailan siya magpapanggap bilang ibang tao? May patutunguhan pa rin kaya ang pagmamahal niya para kay Blaze?

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”

It is 9:00 pm, and a soft glow still lights the master bedroom on the Lowe residence's second floor. "Helena, there's only a month left before the marriage agreement ends. Once it's up, I'll go ahead and arrange the fake death." Sitting at her vanity, Bianca Lane types the message and sends it to her mother-in-law, Helena Johnson. A reply comes back almost instantly. "Bianca, you've worked so hard these past ten years. You've taken such good care of Sebastian and even gave birth to a child for our family. "To me, you've always been my daughter-in-law. Why not just forget about the agreement?" Reading the message, Bianca unconsciously tightens her grip on her phone before quickly typing her response. "No, Helena. Let's just stick to the agreement."

Our entire class gets dragged into The Tyrant's Atonement game. The only way to escape alive is to reach a 100% atonement score. The system lets us choose our roles. The class belle, Isolde Adler, picks the tyrant's first love. Her atonement score shoots straight to 99% on the first day. The class president, Asher Brooks, chooses to be a loyal chancellor. His atonement score jumps to 80%. Spectators watching the game flood the screen with comments. "This new batch is smart and way better at picking roles than the last. They might just clear the game in three days." "Even if just one person hits 100%, the whole class goes free. I'm looking forward to seeing who finishes first." "My money's on the first love. She's already at 99%." Just as everyone starts celebrating, the next morning hits us with bad news. All 20 classmates who picked their roles are dead, and Isolde suffers the cruelest fate of all.

I did three years in prison for my wife, Lilian Parson. The day I got out, she handed me an envelope for her company's grand opening. Inside was a single dollar bill. For a second, I thought it was a mistake. Then I saw her colleague, Nathan Ramsey, holding his envelope—his also contained a single dollar. Relieved, I pushed my doubts aside. I smiled, stood by Lilian's side through the entire ceremony, the picture of a proud, supportive husband. That night, scrolling through Instagram, I saw Nathan's latest post. A photo of a check. [Congratulations to Lilian Parson on the grand opening! So generous—100 million as a gift!] The comments section exploded with envy and blessings, congratulating him and "the boss" on finally becoming a couple. Lilian offered no explanation. Instead, she hurried to draw a line between us. "You just got out of prison," she said coolly. "It's not a good look to go public right now. Let's keep our marriage a secret. In front of others, just call me your boss." Then she turned around and liked Nathan's post. I wiped the tears from my eyes, picked up my phone, and dialed the number of her greatest rival. "From now on, I work for you," I said.

"Kasal kana Thunder!" malakas na sigaw ko rito at kitang kita ko ang galit sa kanyang mukha. "Shut up, you bitch! Ano ngayon kung kasal na tayo? Sa tingin mo magbabago ang pakikitungo ko sayo? Huwag kang umasa Jewel! Kasal lang tayo sa papel, dala mo lang ang apelyido ko pero hindi mo ako pag mamay ari at kahit kailan ay hindi kita mamahalin! Itaga mo 'yan sa isip mo!" sigaw niya sabay alis. Bilang asawa ng lalaking pinakamamahal niya ng lubos, hanggang saan nga ba ang kaya niyang tiisin? Palagi niyang itinatanong sa kanyang sarili ang bagay na 'yon, pilit hinahanap ang tamang sagot, ngunit sa huli siya ay pikit matang iiling, itatabi ang katotohanan at patuloy na uunahin ang pagmamahal para sa kanyang asawa. Para sa lalaking kailanman ay hindi niya nakikitaan ng pagmamahal sa kanya. Hanggang saan ang kaya niyang gawin para sa pag ibig? Hanggang kailan niya kayang magtiis at lumabang mag isa? Hanggang kailan niya ilalaban ang isang laro na pilit pinapatalo ng taong mahal niya? Jewel Dawson, nag iisang anak at tagapagmana ng pamilyang Dawson, nakatakda na maging asawa ni Thunder Alcantara na nanggaling din sa mayaman na pamilya. Isang taong pagdurusa. Isang taong sakit. Isang taong pagiging miserable. Hanggang saan siya dadalhin ng kanyang pagmamahal?

I had just returned from studying design abroad when my grandfather insisted that he had already arranged a childhood betrothal for me. The moment I got back to the country, he dragged me straight to the Hunt family's residence to discuss the engagement. The adults talked endlessly, and I quickly grew bored sitting there. Slipping away quietly, I wandered into the Hunt family garden for a walk. Out of nowhere, a woman rushed toward me and slapped me hard across the face. "Where did this shameless woman come from? How dare you steal my things!" I covered my cheek and stared at her in shock. The woman lifted her chin arrogantly, her tone dripping with condescension, as if she were granting me charity. "That ruby on your hand was a birthday gift from the young master of the Hunt family. A poor girl like you—how could you possibly afford to wear it?!" I opened my mouth, about to explain that it was mine. But before I could say a word, she struck me across the face again. "Do you even know who I am? I'm the Hunt family's future daughter-in-law—the future Mrs. Hunt! The entire Hunt family will listen to me!" I pulled out my phone and, right in front of her, sent a message to the contact labeled Fiancé. "Lucas, there's a mad dog in your house. Are you going to do something about it or not?"

I’m the princess of the Moretti family, the Chicago Outfit. But all I ever cared about was sculpting. The day before Thanksgiving, my car died on me. I had to drive home in some beat-up, mud-caked Jeep. The second I walked into the penthouse, some strange woman shoved a pile of silver polish into my arms. She jutted her chin at me. “Get these polished before the dinner party,” she sneered. I looked at her. She was wearing my late mother’s favorite silk robe. This is my house. Who the hell was this woman? And who was supposed to polish this junk? Me? The only princess of the Moretti family? I pulled out my phone. Opened the family's encrypted app. I sent a message to my father, Vincenzo. “Your new pet wants me to polish the silver.”

"Why are you here?" mahinahon kong tanong. "Can't we just forget what happened and fix our relationship!" Nanggigigil nyang sagot "Wow ha! After i saw you with my very own eyes, having sex with my sister? Well, fuck you!" I smiled bitterly. "I'm drunk okay! And i don't know what i do! Bakit kasi magkamukha kayo ng kapatid mo!" He shouted. "Lasing ka man o hindi, alam mo ang ginagawa mo! At hindi ko kasalanan kung magkamuka kami! Why don't you ask our parents! At saka .. kung talagang mahal mo ako .. naramdaman mong hindi ako yon." He looks guilty. Nagbaba sya ng tingin. Nagpatuloy ako sa pagsasalita. "Magkaiba naman siguro kami ng halik diba? Magkaiba kami!" Gigil kong saad. I want to punch his face. I want to hurt him so bad kasi sobrang sakit ng ginawa nila saken. "I'm sorry. Saktan mo ako kung gusto mo. Please, ayusin lang natin to" he pleaded. Lumayo ako ng distansya sa kanya. "It can't be fix by just saying sorry. At gusto kong malaman mo na mas masakit kasi .. bkt kapatid ko pa? Of all people, bakit sya pa!" Sigaw ko habang umiiyak. Lumuhod sya harapan ko. "Please hon .. just this once .. forgive me" Umiiyak na din sya Mas lalo akong nasasaktan sa nakikita ko, tumalikod ako at .. "Umalis kana. Hindi ako Diyos para luhuran"

I rush into work this morning and accidentally send the car photos meant for the dealership into the medical intern group chat. The new intern snaps at me. "Dr. Tyson, why are you sending me pictures of my car? Are you jealous and trying to steal attention?" I stop short and ask if she has mixed things up, because the car is mine. She fires back with a whole stack of photos of herself driving a G-class with one hand, plus videos to prove the car in my picture belongs to her. She even tacks on a snide little jab. "You're a shameless, broke wannabe. You want any spotlight you can grab. You think a picture of a car is going to make you the lady of the Reed family?" I frown and turn to my husband, Jackson Reed. "Since when does the Reed family have a second lady of the house?"