Happy Ily Day

On my birthday, the dining table was loaded with all my favorites. My mom had been cooking and baking the entire afternoon, insisting everything be perfect for when Mike got home from work so we could celebrate together. But then, he called and said his first love had been drugged at a bar, and he had to go help her. I stopped him and begged him not to go. Mike snapped at me. "Jesus, Em, don’t pull this jealous wife crap. She’s alone, defenseless, and unconscious—I can't let some random dude take advantage of her!" My mother heard those words and was so enraged that she had a heart attack. She died on the spot. Just like that, my mom died on my birthday. I called Mike, asking him to attend my mom's funeral. But before he could reply, I saw Cathy Miller's latest Instagram post, captioned: [Mikey… after all these years, it was always you.] Mike had liked it. My thumb moved before my brain caught up, typing out the only words that mattered: [A homewrecker and a lying bastard. Hope you rot together.]

“I would like to introduce you all to the person who will be overseeing this project, our new project manager, Jenna Anderson.” Being followed by the students and teachers clapping their hands, which was then followed by the click-clacking sound of high heels on wooden floors, and my eyes widened as my heart started the pound with surprise and anticipation at what my eyes were seeing next. Long, lean legs, a perfect ass wrapped up in a black pencil skirt. A blouse that hugged every perfect curve. Blonde hair that was right now up in a high ponytail instead of loose like it had been on New Year’s Eve. I couldn’t help but smile widely, believing that fate had intertwined our paths once again. The woman who had both haunted my dreams and intrigued me deeply was now in a project at my very own workplace. And even better, right now I also knew her name. Jenna Anderson. And now, I was happy to know that my parents did not raise a quitter in their firstborn son, because from the second I saw her, I knew that I would chase her, win her over, and make her mine, forever.

In the tenth year of my marriage to a genius pianist, I came down with a strange illness. A month ago, my husband missed my birthday party to care for his ailing sister-in-law. Night after night, I had waited for him to return home. But that night I forgot to wait at all and went to bed early. Half a month ago, he attended an important performance with his sister-in-law. I had always been petty and prone to jealousy, yet this time I didn't get angry. I simply went home in silence. Three days ago, I fell seriously ill with a burning fever. My husband rushed back from out of town in a panic—but only to tend to his sister-in-law, whose hand had been scalded. When we ran into each other at the hospital, I was strangely calm. I, who used to be fiercely jealous, felt nothing at all. I forgot the promise we had made to grow old together. I even forgot how he once fretted over me for days when I'd scraped a bit of skin. It wasn't until he said he wanted to bring his sister-in-law home and take care of her for the rest of his life that I—my memories riddled with holes—summoned the system at last. "I want to go home."

Walang magagawa si Stella kundi ang sumunod sa huling hiling ng kumupkop sa kaniya at tumayong ina na pakasalan ang kaisa-isa nitong anak. Mayroon itong malubhang sakit at may taning na ang buhay ngunit ang hindi niya inaasahan na ang lalaking anak nito—si Ace Alcantara—ang ama ng kaniyang anak. Apat na taon na ‘rin ang nakakaraan mag-mula ng magkita ang dalawa. Magagawa ba nilang lutasin ang problema sa nakaraan ng magkasama o hahayaan nila na lamunin sila ng nakaraan at tuluyan nang magkalayo?

*** "Hands above your head, you put them down and I stop pleasuring you," he says sternly. "Yes," I cry out at the brink of tears. "Yes, what?" he demands. "Yes, Sin," I mutter, my voice barely a whimper. Sin approaches, ravaging me. ** After stealing from Sinclair Declan Sorvino, the last thing Summer Remmington expects is to be caught by Sinclair. To save her best friends, she stays behind to keep traces off them. Sin decides to keep her for Ninety Days if she agrees to be his for that time frame, then she will be free. Summer knew this was a trap, but still, she said yes. Something that started as a pleasure connection grew into more and Sinclair craving Summer. Summer catches feelings but discovers that Sin wouldn't ever love her because he loved his face wife. Sin finds comfort in another lady than her and she thinks it is because she can't fit his taste. Sin just doesn't want to express love to another woman, especially after what happened to his last wife. Will Summer stand the test of love and make Sin see how in love she is with him and how grieving is OK? Does Sin fall for Summer? Read on to find out.

"Jangan harap aku akan memperlakukanmu layaknya seorang istri. Aku tidak mencintai kamu dan tidak akan pernah, Kalisa!" "Sandra segalanya bagimu, ya? Kita lihat apakah dia masih menerima kamu setelah aku kirimkan foto-foto panas kita padanya, Aksena." Kalisa terobsesi pada sahabat semasa kecilnya Aksena, namun perasaannya tak berbalas. Saat keduanya dijodohkan dalam sebuah pernikahan bisnis untuk memperkuat perusahaan kedua orang tua mereka, Kalisa bertekad untuk menjadikan Aksena miliknya seutuhnya meski Aksena telah menambatkan hatinya pada perempuan lain.

Bagi Sheryl, tujuannya menikahi laki-laki kaya raya seperti Haikal hanya sebatas mencari keuntungan semata. Sheryl berulang kali meyakinkan diri bahwa laki-laki seperti Haikal tidak layak untuk dicintai. Dia hanya perlu berpura-pura bersikap baik demi daftar keinginan yang telah dibuatnya. Di sisi lain, Haikal merasa bahwa pernikahannya baik-baik saja. Segala sikap manis dan patuh yang ditunjukkan Sheryl adalah bukti bahwa perempuan itu telah takluk di hadapannya. Haikal memuja Sheryl dengan segenap hati, sebagai seorang istri dan juga sebagai belahan jiwanya. Laki-laki itu tidak pernah tahu bahwa dia akan menuai kecewa karena telah menitipkan begitu banyak kebahagiaan pada sosok istri yang tidak pernah mencintainya. Sheryl telah menyusun rencana, begitu juga dengan Haikal yang tak pernah rela egonya tergores. Entah tetap bersama atau akan berakhir, keduanya terpaksa tunduk pada takdir yang ikut campur dalam kisah mereka.

Ayunda Praptita seorang ibu dan istri yang malang, di tengah kehancuran hati karena bayi laki-laki yang baru di lahirkannya secara prematur harus diambil kembali oleh sang pencipta di usia yang baru saja genap satu minggu, Ayu dituding sebagai istri yang tidak becus menjadi seorang ibu oleh suaminya Argo Wijayanto dan keluarganya. Ayu tidak memiliki keluarga, jadi ia terpaksa bertahan meskipun selalu di intimidasi oleh keluarga suaminya. Hasil hasutan keluarga, suaminya Argo justru menceraikannya tanpa Ayunda. Di tengah keterpurukan dan kebingungan yang luar biasa, ia di tawari oleh sorang kawan untuk menjadi ibu susu untuk bayi perempuan dari seorang konglomerat yang baru saja di tinggal mati istrinya, dan ternyata konglomerat itu adalah saudara sepupu dari mantan suaminya. Bagaimanakah kisah perjalanan hidup Ayunda? Ikuti kisahnya dalam Ibu Susu Cantik Untuk Milyader.

Matapos ang ilang taon na pamamalagi sa America, muling bumalik sa Pilipinas si Kiara, upang alagaan ang inakalang may sakit na mga magulang. Ngunit napunta s'ya sa kamay ng isang bilyonaryo at mafia boss na si Tristan Mondragon, matapos siyang gawing pambayad-utang ng kanyang mga magulang. At sa hindi inaasahan, muling nagsanga ang landas nila ng kanyang ex-boyfriend na nagtaksil sa kanya at muling humihingi ng kanyang kapatawaran. Magawa pa kayang takasan ni Kiara ang bagong masalimuot niyang mundo? O mananatili siyang alipin ng kanyang kasalukuyan at nakaraan? May pag-asa pa kayang mapalambot niya ang puso ng mala-leon na si Tristan?

Three months after Pete took his foster sister as his mistress, I terminated my marriage, chose to die on paper, and vanished from his life entirely. One quiet morning, I handed my child over to the nannies arranged by the family and walked out of the Rizzuto estate alone. Pete didn’t chase after me that day. He believed I would come back. Once I had calmed down, I would lower my head. The following spring, I was diagnosed with cancer. Standing in the hospital corridor, I suddenly remembered years ago— Pete had taken my hand and said, “You’ll be the finest Donna this Rizzuto family has ever had.” What pulled me back was not Pete. It was a letter from Sicily. Thin paper. Cold, rigid handwriting—the kind favored by old families who had ruled too long to bother with sentiment. “The heir has begun showing signs of emotional instability.” “Recent violent behavior has caused internal concern.” “There is disagreement within the family regarding the current Don’s judgment.” In the mafia world, there is only one reason the elders would bypass a man and reach out to a wife officially presumed dead— When the family itself begins to lose balance. So I returned. To the place I had once fled with everything I had. This time, there were no illusions. I no longer placed any hope in emotion. I was there only to fulfill the obligations of the family. I knew exactly how much time I had left. And I knew exactly what needed to be done. I became a proper Donna.