Good Morning Mahal Ko Message

In my past life, my father arranged betrothals for both my brother and me, leaving the choice to us. Without hesitation, my brother chose the wealthy heiress, forcing me to marry the housekeeper's daughter. But the heiress turned out to be a cruel woman. She brought her first love home and humiliated my brother every day. Meanwhile, the housekeeper's daughter I married ended up winning hundreds of millions in the lottery, granting me a life free from financial worries. Jealous of my prosperous life, my brother deliberately drove his car straight into me. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day we're supposed to choose our betrothed. My brother rushes to choose the housekeeper's daughter first. "Jason Wright, it's my turn to enjoy the good life! You can go keep that awful woman company!" I smile. He doesn't know that my comfortable life was never dependent on my wife.

“Yllena, come here!” masayang bungad ng kaniyang asawa ng makapasok siya sa opisina nito. Nakita niya ang pagsilay ng matamis na ngiti sa labi ni Grae, ang kaniyang asawa. Lumapit siya dala ang isang sobre na naglalaman ng resulta ng kaniyang utrasound nitong umaga. Tamang-tama ito dahil ngayong araw ay unang anibersaryo ng kanilang kasal. Habang siya ay papalapit ay papalakas ng papalakas ang pintig ng kaniyang puso. Magkahalong excitement at kaba dahil alam niyang matutuwa ang asawa. Ilalabas na sana niya ang laman ng sobre ng bigla itong magsalita. “Evie’s back.” Biglang nanuyo ang kaniyang labi at natuod siya sa kinatatayuan. Ibinalik niya ang papel sa sobre. “I want a divorce, Yllena. Siya ang mahal ko,” dugtong nito. Ni hindi manlang inisip ni Grae ang mararamdaman ni Yllena samantalang simula pa lang ay alam na niyang mahal siya ng babae. “Oh sige,“ tipid niyang sagot. Mabilis pa sa ala-kuwatrong inilahad ni Grae ang Divorce Agreement papers para pirmahan ni Yllena. “Here, naayos ko na agad. Pirma mo nalang ang kulang!” masaya nitong sabi. Pinunasan ni Yllena ang luha at nanginginig na pumirma. Parang dose-dosenang punyal ang tumarak sa puso niya. Parang kating-kati ito na makasama ang babaeng 'yon? Bumalik si Yllena sa pamilya ngunit ng gabi ding ‘yon ay itinakwil siya. Dahil sa bigat at sakit ng kaniyang kalooban ay huminto siya sa tulay. Bumuhos ang napakalakas ng ulan. Nais na niyang wakasan ang lahat ng biglang may humawak sa kaniyang kamay at sapilitan siyang inilayo sa kamatayan. Hinila siya nito papasok sa kotse. Nuon lang niya namukhaan ang lalaki. “Lucerys? Lucerys Montblanc,” sambit niya. “Yes, I am. Death is not the answer, woman, but rather revenge,” kunot-noo nitong sabi. “Make him pay! Join me, Yllena!”dugtong nito.

Book Title: Maid of a Millionaire Synopsis: "This time...you can't escape from me," bulong nya. Nagtubig ang ilalim ng mga mata ko nang bigkasin ko ang pangalan nya. "J-james...." And, yes. I feel in love with my boss. *** Ipinanganak sa mahirap na pamilya si Ella Balona kaya't pagkatapos gr-um-aduate ay kailangan nitong makahanap ng trabaho. Nagbakasakali naman ito sa Maynila at nakahanap ng trabaho bilang personal maid ng anak ng isa sa kinikilalang tao sa bansa. Nakilala nito ang arugante at mayabang nitong boss na si James David Lauren. Alam nyang ayaw sa kanya ng lalake at lahat ay ginawa mapaalis lang sya sa mansion pero dahil kailangan nya ng pera ay hindi sya nagpaapekto rito. Hindi mabilang ang naranasan nyang pagsubok sa kamay ng binata pero kahit gano'n ay hindi nya pa rin maitatangging kakaiba ang kagwapohan nito na kahit sa kanya ay umeepekto. Kaya nyang tanggapin kahit anong masasakit na salita para lamang maintindihan ang binata. Pero hanggang kelan? Paano kong tuluyan syang mahulog pero alam nyang bawal? Paano kung hinahanap-hanap nya ang maiinit nitong halik pero alam nyang ito ay kasalanan? Sana ba mapupunta ang pagmamahalan kung kalaban nyo na ang buo mundo? Kaya nya kayang ipagtanggol ang babaeng mahal nya?

CONTENT WARNING: Please note that this book contains sensitive themes and includes explicit scenes, making up approximately 20% of its content. It is intended for mature readers only. _ "Teka lang, Sir! A-Ano kasi eh..." Napangiwi si Mahal habang naghahagilap ng mairarason dito sa lalaking ito na binili siya sa Auction. "Are you kidding me? 'Teka lang?' Are you sure that's really 'teka lang?" Napayuko na lang siya dahil sa pagalit na natanong ng lalaki. Halatang napipikon na sa kaniya. Inilapit pa nito ang mukha sa kaniya para iparamdam sa kaniya ang inis nito at nagsalita, "Remember, I paid a hefty 10.5 million at the auction just to purchase you. You wouldn't have even set foot in that auction if you hadn't given your consent. So now that you're under my ownership, don't think you can fool me with your usual 'teka lang, sir' tactics kasi kabisado ko na 'yan." Para siyang tinanggalan ng utak na nakatunganga sa pinagsasabi nito na ang tanging naintindihan lang ay ang salitang, 'kabisado ko na 'yan.' Ano naman ang alam niya sa English kasi tulog naman siya lagi sa subject na iyon noong nag-aaral pa siya. Para naman huminahon ito, nagsalita na lang siya. "Ahm...wag ka na magalit sir, maghuhugas lang naman ako. Ayaw mo naman ng mabaho, diba?"

Even knowing that wailing at an Eravalen aristocratic funeral was considered disrespectful to the deceased, I let my husband's adopted sister make a scene anyway. In my previous life, my husband, Robert Baker, had a distant relative among the Eravalen aristocracy who passed away. A lawyer informed him that he stood to inherit the estate and invited him to attend the funeral. His adopted sister, Mia Carter, insisted on tagging along to see how the privileged few in another country lived. She wanted to rub shoulders with nobles and make herself look important, even planning to wail dramatically in front of everyone. I rushed to stop her. "Public mourning is taboo among Eravalen nobility. Forget inheriting anything. We'll all be thrown out!" Yet she burst into tears, accusing me of looking down on her and thinking she was not good enough to mingle with aristocrats. She stormed out and was killed by street thugs in a random attack. I thought Robert would fall apart, but he stayed silent through the entire funeral and collected his inheritance without a hitch. Six months later, on our wedding anniversary, he took me to the snowy mountains for a photoshoot. The moment we reached the peak, he shoved me into a sleeping bag and tied it shut. "If you hadn't blown everything out of proportion, Mia never would've run off and gotten herself shot." He buried me alive in the snow. I froze to death, and he used that aristocratic fortune to become the CEO of a publicly traded company. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mia insisted on wailing at the funeral.

At my own wedding, I find out the woman behind the veil isn't even the one I'm supposed to be marrying. Instead of getting mad, I give her the wedding of the century. It's all because of what happened in my past life. I'd exposed that she wasn't my bride in front of everyone and blew up the whole ceremony. That forced Jessie Clarke, who'd been at the hospital with her childhood sweetheart, Oliver Grant, to rush over reluctantly so we could still get married. Because of that, Oliver refused treatment and died on the operating table. When I heard he was gone, I told Jessie she should see him one last time, but she refused. All she said was, "Blame it on his bad luck." After we got married, we acted just as in love as before. I kept getting money from my family to save her company every time it was on the verge of collapse. But on the anniversary of Oliver's death, Jessie shoved me off the top floor of her company. I hit the ground hard enough to end up a broken, bloody mess. As I fell, I caught one last look at her face, streaked with tears. "If you hadn't forced me back to marry you, Oliver wouldn't have died! You get to keep me, but I lost him for good! Why do you get to live a happy life?" So that was it. She'd blamed me for Oliver's death from the start. She'd never loved me at all. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back at our wedding ceremony.

I was Alpha Damon’s Head Beta. For six years, I had been his partner in bed and his second-in-command. When he announced our mating ceremony, the entire pack celebrated. My dream was finally within reach. But then, outside his private trophy room, I heard him bragging about his “Luna trials.” And just like that, I learned the truth. I wasn’t his one and only. I was one of thirty candidates. He’d spent a month with each of us, grading our bodies, our submission, our performance. My score? Lower than an Omega’s. Lower than Lydia’s. “Fucking Lydia was incredible,” he boasted. “I could barely pull myself away. Then I look at Elysia—so stiff, so in control—and I’m just… bored.” Ice flooded my veins. My body went numb. Six years of devotion. Countless nights tangled in his sheets. It all meant less than a cheap thrill and a wolf who knew how to kneel. My heartbreak hardened into ice. I sent a message to an Alpha who had wanted me long ago. “Adrian, you once said your offer to mate was a standing one. Does it still stand? Damon and I are over now.”

What a small world. As Elaine Johnson was checking in at the hotel front desk, she happened to bump into Jasper Carter's young mistress —a girl who looked like an innocent college student. She was dressed in a simple white cotton dress, pure and demure, with a shy, sweet smile. "Hello, here's your room key. You'll be staying in the executive suite on the top floor," the receptionist said. "Thank you, miss," the girl replied softly, taking the key. Just then, her phone rang. Elaine overheard her speaking bashfully to the person on the other end: "Mr. Carter, I... I'm already here. When will you be coming?" Her tone was soft, a little nervous, filled with affectionate anticipation. A moment later, Elaine heard her add, "Mhm, I'll wait for you. No rush. Please drive carefully, Mr. Carter." The girl's voice was so sweet and tender, it could have melted anyone's heart. Elaine could not help thinking that her husband had good taste — the girl was young and beautiful, gentle and thoughtful, the kind of woman any man would find hard to resist.

Para maisalba ang bahay na sinanla ng sugarol kong ama ay binenta ko ang katawan ko sa Ninong kong Contractor. Ngunit ang ginawa ko na yun ay nagbunga, ngunit itinago ko ito kay Ninong. Iniisip ng Ninong ko sa kaniya ang pinagbubuntis ko pero hindi ko inamin hangga't sa kaya kong itago. Dahil isang malaking chismis na naman kapag marami ang nakaalam. Pero no'ng malaman ko na nagpaplano na magpakasal si Ninong naalarma ako at doon pa sa babaeng inis na inis ako iyon ang pakakasalan ng Ninong ko dahil gusto na raw niya magkapamilya. "Ngayon gusto mo'ng akuin ko na ang bata na yan?" "Oo kaya ako ang pakasalan mo." Lakas loob kong sagot at nakangising nakatitig siya sa akin at dahan-dahang nagalakad palapit sa akin. "Bago 'yan, gusto ko munang masigurado na walang ibang nagsawa sa'yo kung hindi ako." Umakyat sa buong katawan ni Jessa ang pinaghalong paninindig ng balahibo at init dulot ng mainit na hininga ng kaniyang Ninong.

"Ma, ano ba? Pagod na pagod na akong maging sunud-sunuran sa inyo! Sa buong buhay ko, wala akong ibang ginawa kundi sundin ang lahat ng utos at nais ninyo. Bakit ngayon, isang hiling ko lang, bakit ayaw niyo akong pagbigyan?" Hindi ko na mapigilang umiyak, ang sakit sobra. Anak niya ako, bakit kailangan niyang magdesisyon na ako dapat? Isang malakas na sampal na naman ang natanggap ko galing sa kanya, na hindi ko na ikinagulat pa. Sanay na ako sa pananakit niya simula noong bata pa ako hanggang ngayon, na 23 years old na ako, lalong lalo na pag hindi ko sundin ang gusto niyang mangyari. "How dare you na sagutin ako ng ganyan? Ako ang bumuhay sa'yo kaya ako ang magdedesisyon. Kaya wala kang karapatan na kalabanin ang nais ko!" Inis na sigaw niya sa akin, kulang na lang sabunutan niya ako. "Ma, mali naman kasi kayo, ayaw ko pa pong magpakasal. Ipakasal niyo ako nang hindi niyo man lang ako tinatanong? Ma, please babalik na lang ako ng Paris," pagmamakaawa ko, ngunit tanging titig lamang ang pinupukol niya sa akin at walang bakas na naawa ito sa akin. Bakit, Ma? "Enough!" Isang malakas na sampal ulit ang natamo ko sa kabilang pisngi ko na ikinabagsak ko sa sahig. "Belphoebe Sinclair, sa gusto mo o hindi, magpapakasal ka sa lalaking 'yun." Parang echo ang boses niya na paulit-ulit sa tenga ko. Bakit ganun? Pakiramdam ko, parang ginawa akong bayad sa hindi ko alam na utang. Ano ba ang kasalanan ko? Bakit kailangan ipakasal ako sa taong hindi ko kilala at hindi ko naman mahal.