How To Make Him Smile

I thought I understood control. As a respected dermatologist in Paris, I built my life on precision. Every decision calculated, every emotion contained. My daughter lives in excess, untouched by consequence, while I exist in quiet discipline, balancing a reputation that must never crack. But discipline is a fragile thing. Especially when temptation learns your name. Severino Haynes enters my life under the most ordinary pretense—my daughter’s tutor. Young, struggling, disarmingly honest, and entirely inappropriate in ways that cannot be justified. He disrupts the careful silence of my home with laughter, defiance, and a gaze that lingers too long to be accidental. At first, I mistake him for a distraction. Then, for a problem. I do not realize he is something far worse. A man with intent. Behind his careless charm lies a quiet resentment, one rooted in a past I unknowingly helped destroy. What begins as curiosity turns into a dangerous game. One where boundaries blur, roles collapse, and desire becomes indistinguishable from revenge. He wants to break me. And I am beginning to want him enough to let him try. But in a city like Paris, where beauty is currency and secrets are inevitable, nothing stays hidden forever. Not my double life. Not his true intentions. Not the consequences of wanting the wrong person. Especially when the cost is not just my reputation. But my daughter, my past, and everything I have built to survive it.

“Ako ang nauna sa kanya sa buhay mo… Ako ang unang nagmahal sa ‘yo, Denmark. Hindi siya! Kaya akin ka na, noon pa man!” — Frances Alva Nang magdalagita si Frances Alva, alam na niya ang papel ni Denmark Mondragon sa buhay niya. Ang lalaking pakakasalan niya balang araw, ang magiging ama ng mga anak niya, ang lalaking nakalaan para sa kanya. Ngunit sa mata ni Denmark, isa lamang siyang kapatid ng kaibigan. Walang higit pa roon. Walang pagtingin. Walang puwang sa puso nito ang gaya niya. Subalit hindi niya akalain na ang tadhana mismo ang magbibigkis sa kanilang dalawa. Isang iglap, isang pagkakamaling hindi sinasadya, naabutan sila ng kapatid sa iisang kama, at nauwi sa isang kasalang mali na sa simula pa lang… dahil may ibang mahal ang binata. Ngayon, nakatali na sila sa biglaang kasal. Kasalang walang pagmamahal at puno ng sakit dahil sa paraan ng pakikitungo nito. Magkakapuwang pa kaya siya sa puso ng binata? May pag-asa pa kaya siyang mahalin ni Denmark? O mauuwi lang ito sa pusong sugatan?

Sebagai manusia, wajar-wajar saja bila Rosa tak mengerti banyak hal. Namun dari semuanya, Rosa paling tidak mengerti dengan : 1. Jalan hidupnya; 2. Perempuan menjaga makan ditempat umum (Terlebih didepan crush); 3. Para ibu dengan motor; 4. Dia disebut mirip chipmunk; Dan yang terakhir, Arzan yang tetap mengganggunya dengan kata 'suka' sementara sudah ribuan kata penolakan yang dilempar percuma padanya. Arzan tetap tak menyerah.

This is my 18th time coming to City Hall, yet Tessa's still nowhere to be seen. Right as I'm about to call and ask her how much longer she'll be, her childhood friend's post popped up on my screen. "Celebrating 1000 days of marriage with my wife. May we always be this happy." The photo highlights a marriage certificate, and Tessa Cross' name is right there under "wife". As for the license date, it shows February 14th, three years ago. So this is why she hasn't shown up the last eighteen times. It turns out that she's already somebody else's wife.

Summer never imagined her quiet life would be ripped apart by secrets buried in blood. After her mother’s death, she crosses paths with Alexander De Rossi, a ruthless, possessive mafia heir who swears to protect her… even from herself. But when her forgotten past resurfaces, Summer learns the truth, she once pulled the trigger that killed the rival family’s only daughter. Now, the Montalbans are hunting her for revenge… and for her rare, powerful blood. Caught between love, danger, and redemption, Summer must face the world that once destroyed her and the man willing to burn it all just to keep her safe. In the De Rossi world, love isn’t a fairytale. It’s a war.... and she’s the prize.

Ella has spent her life as an outsider in the Silver Claw pack—a human raised among werewolves, never truly belonging. But on her eighteenth birthday, everything changes. Cole, the arrogant future Alpha and her worst tormentor, discovers she is his fated mate. Furious and in love with another, he’s forced into marriage by his father. Trapped in a loveless bond, Ella endures heartbreak, betrayal, and a devastating loss that shatters her. Eight years later, she returns—not as the weak girl he abandoned, but as a powerful woman, her name changed, her heart hardened. Now, Cole wants her back. He’ll beg, fight, and sacrifice everything to prove he’s changed. But some wounds never heal… and some love stories were never meant to be rewritten. Can Cole earn her trust before it’s too late, or will Ella walk away forever?

Being the best is a requirement for me. When it comes to this, I am the best. Unlike others, I can move quickly. As for me, I'm quite robust. I have a high IQ. Many professional teams are interested in signing me because I am the starting goalkeeper for my high school's soccer squad. My teammates will follow my every order as long as I am captain. Girls urge me to add them to my list of s*x partners. To avoid my father's anger, I just need to make it to the professional league and play for the best team in the world. I am Williams Phanuel, and I have made sure that everything in existence is centered on me. I've got my eye on the new girl in class; it'll only be a matter of time until she succumbs to my charms. This one is more obstinate than others; she won't even give me her name. She has a sharp mind, too. Perhaps too witty for his own good. I simply cannot admit her. No one will get past me. Despite my lack of concern, I must admit that she is distracting me from my objective. Your father will not approve of that. Do I need to reiterate how much I adore the works of William Shakespeare? I'm aware of that. To put it simply, I am a paradox in human form. There are "some born great," "some who make great," and "those who have greatness thrust upon them," as Shakespeare put it. I managed to acquire all three! No one can ever hope to measure up to that.

"Im going to kiss the next person that strolls through those dorrs." ....................... It was only meant to proove a point. A tactic to show her friends that she was not so uptight. But Jacquiline should have known; she should have expected dire consequences that came with kissing the incredible hot handsome stranger that walked into the caffe that morning.   The kiss created such an uproar on the internet that she was now being paraded as the billionaire's mystery girlfriend, the first woman Enzo Harnandez had publicly shown off.  Forced into a contract marriage in a bid to silence the media, Jacquline plans flee as soon as she acquires enough money for a fresh start and her fathers mdical bills.  What Jacqueline doesn't expect however are the feelings that begin to stir up in the process of this fake marriage. What happens when she learns that the devilishly handsome Enzo Hernandez is smarter and even more shrewd than she made him out to be.  .............. "Oh princess, I'm a tad disappointed that you thought you could fool me," I heard him say coldly as he cornered me. "I've known all about your plans from the beginning. Now… strip and touch the bed frame. I'm going to fuck some sense into you." 

The day Pedro Palmer's mom was supposed to get my kidney, I ghosted. He waited outside the OR for ten hours. What did he get? A death notice. After that, he went full beast mode on his career. Five years later, his company blew up. Media darling. CEO. Power suit. And yeah, he was holding another girl's hand, all smiles for the cameras. "Do you have anything to say to Ruth Rackham? We heard she supported your early days," a reporter asked. Not even a pause. "Yeah. Thanks for vanishing. For letting my mom die with questions. For wrecking me. She taught me not to trust anyone." He stepped in closer, eyes cold. "This is what you wanted, Ruth? Too bad. Love's gone. And you? Not even worth my hate." That's when Nellie Lyon, the reporter, went pale. "Mr. Palmer... Ruth Rackham died five years ago. She was the test subject. She donated her body—before she passed..."

I got back from a six month work trip and found my pet hamster dead. I couldn't just bury it. I wanted to preserve it, keep it whole. But when I carefully opened it up, I went still. Its lungs were pitch black. That kind of damage couldn't happen fast. It meant months of breathing toxic smoke. But my husband and I never smoked. So who'd been living in my house while I was gone?