Ho Minh Chi City

Seven years ago, Althea Marquez was ready to share life-changing news with Mikhael Bryce Henderson—the love of her life—when she discovered he had returned to his ex. Heartbroken, Althea fled abroad to raise their child alone. Now back in the Philippines, Althea is shocked to find her new boss is none other than Mikhael, now a powerful CEO. Furious and confused by her sudden disappearance, Mikhael demands answers, but Althea remains cold and distant. As secrets from their past come to light, including the startling revelation of Althea's father's connection to Mikhael, both are forced to confront painful truths. To make matters worse, Mikhael's ex-fiancée re-enters his life, determined to win him back. Amidst betrayal, hidden enemies, and unresolved feelings, Althea and Mikhael must decide whether to fight for their rekindled love or let the past tear them apart once more.

My junior accidentally broke the most expensive piece of equipment in the lab and asked me to help fix it. I had just started touching the instrument when she suddenly stepped back, tears brimming, and said, "Michelle, I can't take responsibility for this. I really can't afford it." Before I could even process her words, Nicky Hardy—the unattainable crush I had chased for three years—rushed in and shielded her behind him. Then he turned to me with a glare that could freeze fire. "Michelle, don't go too far. You can't expect her to take the fall for you." I stared at him, dumbfounded. "You know full well I was shoved into this research group. I don't understand any of this stuff. How could I do the experiments on my own?" His eyes grew colder, dripping with disdain. "I've been saying it—what can a nepo baby actually accomplish? And now the equipment's ruined, and you still have the nerve to push the blame onto Elizabeth?" I opened my mouth to argue, but then I caught a flicker of triumph across Elizabeth Horwitz's face in Nicky's arms. That was when it clicked. They only knew I got in through connections—they had no idea I'd financed this very equipment myself. They wanted to play their petty power games over a piece of lab equipment worth over ten million? Interesting.

No meu quinto ano de casamento com o Don de uma poderosa família da máfia, descobri que o amuleto de proteção que ele me deu me causava dores de cabeça sempre que o carrego comigo. Como cirurgiã, isso acendeu um sinal de alerta em mim. Retirei os pequenos sachês que encontrei dentro do amuleto e os levei ao laboratório de toxicologia do Hospital Cursley. O médico examinou o sachê e me disse que ele continha um tipo de veneno de ação lenta que não apenas causava danos ao organismo da vítima, mas também a tornava infértil com o tempo. Chorei e exclamei: — Mas isso é impossível! Foi meu marido quem me deu isso! O nome dele é Vincenzo Cursley. E ele também é o dono deste hospital! O médico me olhou confuso. — Moça, por favor, pare com esse absurdo. Eu conheço o Sr. Cursley e a esposa dele. Eles são muito próximos e unidos. Aliás, a Sra. Cursley deu à luz um menino há pouco tempo. Os dois estão agora na ala VIP, admirando o bebê. Em seguida, o médico me mostrou uma foto no celular. Vincenzo estava usando seu habitual terno preto com o brasão da família Cursley bordado nele. Ele segurava um bebê nos braços, e a mulher ao lado dele... Eu a conhecia. Seu nome era Claudia Henderson. E Vincenzo sempre a chamou de irmã adotiva.

Fabiana Cabral jamais poderia imaginar que, no dia do seu aniversário, o próprio filho lhe entregaria um pedaço de bolo de castanha capaz de causar uma reação alérgica fatal. No momento em que começou a sentir sua visão turvar, ela ouviu o grito furioso de Yuri Miranda: — Caio Miranda, você não sabe que sua mãe é alérgica a castanhas? A voz infantil de Caio soou surpreendentemente clara e firme: — Sei, mas eu quero que a tia Cecília seja minha mãe. Papai, você também pensa assim, não é? — Mesmo que eu... Fabiana tentou reagir, mas uma sensação sufocante tomou conta do seu corpo. Ela já não conseguia ouvir o que Yuri dizia a seguir. Nos instantes finais antes de perder completamente a consciência, apenas um pensamento ecoava em sua mente: "Se eu acordar, nunca mais quero ser a esposa de Yuri nem a mãe de Caio."

During the outdoor orientation boot camp, Wanda Lawson, the daughter of the richest tycoon, suddenly suffered from a heart attack. She collapsed to the ground and went through a seizure, her complexion bluish-gray. My boyfriend, Joseph Jensen, the drill instructor of the boot camp, overheard my pretentious roommate, Ella Ziegler, murmur, "She's usually fine, so why is she suddenly suffering from some sort of attack when it's time for the drills to start? She must be faking it in order to laze around!" Because of those assumptions, Joseph kicked the medication that Wanda managed to pull out of her pocket into the nearby river. "Get lost if you want to play dead! Don't drag us down with you!" I quickly dived into the river and scooped the medication out. Thanks to my efforts, Wanda's life was saved. Her father was enraged when he found out about the news and wanted to hold someone responsible. With tears streaking down my face, I begged Wanda to not expose Joseph. She nodded quietly to me. Joseph narrowly escaped the judgment. But Ella was expelled by the university right away for her malicious and provocative words. She even had a permanent stain of poor conduct marking her record. On the third day after Ella returned to her village, her family forced her to marry an older man who had remained single for far too long because of his violent temperament. Wanda's father was grateful to me for saving Wanda's life, so he listed me into the list of beneficiaries of his family's trust fund. The amount of money I received was second only to Wanda's portion. On the night news of Ella getting beaten to death by her husband got out, Joseph lovingly invited me to the place we first met so that we could go hiking. When I stood on the steep slope of the mountain, Joseph suddenly snatched the backpack filled with supplies, which included a life-saving whistle, from me. Then, he shoved me off the slope. "Why must you be such a busybody? If you never saved Wanda, she wouldn't have been able to testify against Ella because she'd have died! A murderer like you should just die!" Having broken my spine from the fall, I ended up dying at the foot of the mountain. After my death, not only Joseph got to receive the trust fund thanks to his relationship to me as my fiance, but he also began sponsoring low-income students by using Ella's namesake. That was how he reaped both wealth and reputation in one go. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Wanda suffers from the heart attack.

Lahir dari keluarga yang berkecukupan tak menjadikan Wulan gadis yang melupakan kesederhanaan, panggilan dari Rembulan Hemaprabha, gadis yang kuat dan teguh namun berhati lembut. Dilema antara perasaan cinta yang dimiliki untuk seorang laki-laki yang telah dijodohkan dengan saudara perempuan satu-s

When Georgette's sixteenth birthday comes under the blood moon, she decides to step out of her comfort and plans to do an act unlikely for an obedient and God-fearing child, it is to lose her maidenhead and give it to her childhood sweetheart and lover, Wolfram. Wolfram is delighted, upon hearing it but also gets scared because the people might judge her and throw her names. Despite the odds and consequences of her action, she's determined to make her wish, for her coming-of-age birthday, come true. Little did they know that this action would spawn an evil and insatiable creature that would create havoc and be a formidable rival to Wolfram's heart. Will Georgette be able to get out of this huge mess or lose everything, including the love of her life?

During my cousin Monica Bleuthe's birthday party, my boyfriend, Grayson Chapman, who claimed to be on a business trip, suddenly appeared holding her hand and toasting the crowd. We were stunned when our eyes met. Monica hugged his arm intimately. "I forgot to introduce him to you, Ella. This is my boyfriend, Grayson. He's the CEO of the company we worked with last time." Grayson approached me and lowered his voice to say, "It's just a misunderstanding. I'm only pretending to be Monica's boyfriend." We had been in a relationship for four years, and he had never allowed our relationship to go public. He even refused to let me attend any high-end parties with him because he thought I was just an ordinary employee who was not glamorous enough to be introduced to anyone. He had no idea that my father wanted me to gain valuable work experience away from the family business. I hid my identity so that I would be better equipped to take over my family business one day. If I had married Grayson, he would have enjoyed a portion of my family's fortune. Unfortunately, that was no longer possible.

Grávida de nove meses, vi a amada do meu marido se mudar para a nossa casa com uma desculpa qualquer. Ela fingia sofrimento sempre que me via, e ele me acusava de exibir a barriga só para provocá-la. — A Rafa já sofre demais! E você ainda exibe essa barriga enorme só pra machucar! Só vai aprender se eu te der uma lição. — Rosnou ele, com frieza. Sem hesitar, mandou me trancar no sótão e proibiu qualquer um de me trazer comida. Supliquei, dizendo que os gêmeos estavam grandes, que o médico havia pedido minha internação urgente, pois o parto podia acontecer a qualquer momento. Mas ele apenas riu como se eu estivesse contando alguma piada tola. — Ainda faltam três dias pro parto. Não inventa desculpa para escapar! Vai pro sótão pensar bem no que você fez! Isso é o mínimo, depois do que fez com a Rafa! — Ele insistiu, ignorando completamente a minha dor. No sótão escuro, gritei até minhas unhas se quebrarem na porta. No silêncio sufocante, as contrações rasgavam meu corpo, cada onda de dor parecia não ter fim. Coberta de sangue, exausta e ainda presa, percebi que meu filho não sobreviveria. Três dias depois, enquanto tentava tomar um mingau, meu marido, já incomodado, comentou com desprezo: — Manda a Joyce descer para me preparar o mingau, e depois vá pedir desculpas à Rafa. Se ela pedir de um jeito decente, pode até levar ela pro hospital na hora de parir. Mas ninguém respondeu, pois o sangue já escorria do sótão, degrau por degrau, inundando a casa num silêncio mais aterrador que qualquer grito.

Eu estava no meio de uma conferência internacional quando o telefone da Helena tocou. Do outro lado da linha, ela chorava: — Mana, roubaram a minha vaga de intercâmbio... Fui direto para a escola. Encontrei minha irmã encurralada no canto do gabinete, com os olhos cheios de lágrimas. Uma garota de cabelo rosa, maquiagem carregada, apontava o dedo para ela com arrogância: — Vai competir comigo? Eu sou filha da Família Almeida de São Paulo! Meu pai acabou de doar um prédio inteiro de laboratórios para a escola! Quem é você na fila do pão? Até o professor Ricardo entrou na conversa: — Clara, a Cecília é filha da Família Almeida. Seja sensata e não traga problemas para todos nós. Eu já ia retrucar, mas o título "filha da Família Almeida" me fez parar. Família Almeida de São Paulo? Desde quando meu pai tinha outra filha além de mim e da Helena? Na hora liguei para ele e falei, com sorriso frio: — Pai, desde quando você tem outra filha fora do casamento?