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.

The housekeeper deliberately reveals her busty chest when I'm out of the house. She says coquettishly to my husband, "Oh, my. This is an accident, Mr. Houston …" My husband looks like he's focusing on his drink, but he keeps sneaking looks at her. I see all of this from the housekeeper's livestream.

Rake disappeared from Ava's life the day of their anniversary celebration, and after years had passed, he resurfaced at her door asking for her help with a bullet wound on his side. He then left early the next morning and Ava thought he was gone for good, until an incident got her caught up in the other side of Rake's life that he had tried so hard to keep her out of, and now it was Rake's duty to protect Ava from the danger that she got involved in because of him.

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.

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.

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.

On my wedding day, my best friend, Beatrice Hopper, buys a lottery ticket from a convenience store and gives it to me as a wedding gift. I initially believe that she's joking, but when I see the unmistakable disdain in her eyes, I know something is off. "They say it's the thought that counts. This gift is precisely how I show that I care. Besides, I'm pregnant and need money for everything right now. I don't want you to feel bad about taking my money," she says. Honestly, I'm disappointed. But since it's my wedding, I can only stand there and watch as my best friend drags her entire family to the reception for free food and drinks. As expected, the wedding ends on a sour note. The two of us part ways unhappily. What I don't see coming, though, is winning 50 million dollars in the lottery that night. Elated, I tell my husband the news, and we head to the lottery office first thing in the morning to claim the prize. The news quickly spreads among our friends and family. But by the afternoon, Beatrice pounds on my door, demanding I return the lottery ticket. "I should've been the winner!" she screamed. "I was the one who bought it, so why should you take away my prize?" I keep backing away from her, panic flooding my entire body, so much so that I don't even notice she's holding a knife. The last thing I expect is for her to swing it at me in the middle of our struggle. By the time I realize what's happening, the blade is already buried in my husband's chest. I try to call the police, but Beatrice yanks me back. We grapple, stumble, and crash through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Eventually, we fall to our deaths in the courtyard below. The universe must've had mercy on me because when I open my eyes again, I'm back at the moment she hands me that lottery ticket. Here comes my second chance.

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.