How To Move On

Bianca Samonte is a famous college instructor in department of nursing. Pinili niyang magturo kaysa ituloy ay propesyon bilang isang nurse dahil sa trahedyang nangyari noon sa kanya. Naging mailap sa lalaki, dahil rito sa edad na bente-nwebe anyos ay tinanggap na niyang tatanda na siya ng dalaga. Ngunit nagkamali siya sa iniisip nang alukin siya ni Mayor Madrigal na maging tutor at personal assistant ng kanyang nag-iisang tagapagmanang anak na si Darius Rhyl Frio Madrigal na nasa ika-apat na taon sa kolehiyo bilang isang civil engineering student. Kararating lamang nito ng bansa at doble ang pag-iingat sa kanya dahil ito ay may amnesia dahil sa kinasangkutan na trahedyo noong bata pa. Marami nang natanggal na personal assistant ni Darius dahil kalaunay nagiging babae niya na ang mga ito at iyon ang labis na ayaw ni Mayor Madrigal. Sa isip ni Bianca na malayong matutulad siya sa mga babaeng iyon dahil malayo ang agwat ng edad nila. 'Di hamak na mas matanda siya ng limang taon kay Darius. Bianca was confident na kaya niyang sanggahin ang lahat kapilyuhan at kalandian ng binata, ngunit kalaunay unti-unti na itong bumibigay sa karisma na hatak ni Darius. Laging may pangamba sa kanyang isip na makakasama ito sa kanyang iniingatang trabaho at imahe sa lipunan. Iniisip din ni Bianca na masyadong malayo ang edad nilang dalawa at maraming tao na huhusga sa kanila. Mapaglaro ang tadhana, na ang kahapong bangungot ni Bianca ay muling bumalik sa pagpasok ni Darius sa kanyang buhay. Na ang lalaking pinaglilingkuran niya ngayon ay siyang bata na kasama niya noon nang mangyari ang isang malagim na trahedya. Paano kung unti-unting mauungkat ang kahapong bangungot na sisira sa kanyang pagkatao at ang nabuong pagmamahalan nila ni Darius? Taktakbo ba siya uli o lalaban na para sa hustisya at pag-ibig?

Twenty-five-year-old socialite and businesswoman, Quinn Rothschild has always done what is expected of her. The dutiful daughter that went to school to work in the family’s publishing company and tailored her life to keep up her father’s reputation has now been asked to do the unthinkable. Marry the son of the most powerful mafia don in the city to keep their family’s business afloat. A marriage that started out as just on paper to Dante Luciano, an infamous womanizer and lethal asshole. He has made it clear that he hates her and she feels the same. Quinn nearly refuses, until she finds out that her marriage to Dante is payment to the Luciano family for paying off her father’s gambling debts that threaten to take away their home, their business, and possibly her father’s life. Negotiating with the Don, Quinn agrees to marry Dante, though she knows that he is unfaithful to their vows from the very start. But when she starts being followed and threatened, who can she go to for help? The father who failed her? Or her husband who hates her?

After I'm abducted, I call my mother, a policewoman, for help. However, she hangs up on me and stays by my adoptive sister's side. "Go to hell if you're so keen on it!" she snaps. I calmly watch as the abductors pluck my nails and torment me until none of my skin is left unharmed. In my past life, my mother actually came to my rescue. She left my adoptive sister by the roadside, and the latter ended up being violated and murdered. From then on, I became a criminal in my mother's eyes. She received an anonymous text on my adoptive sister's death anniversary. "I bet a good girl like you wouldn't want your mother to know you hired us to abduct you, right?" She thought I orchestrated the abduction because I wanted to vie for her attention. She thought that was the cause of my adoptive sister's death. "I've saved people all my life. I never would've expected my flesh and blood to be such a shameless monster! You should go to hell as atonement for killing Charlene!" She sewed my mouth shut, shattered every bone in my body, and threw my ashes into a junkyard. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back to the day my mother makes her choice.

Being the only daughter of the Calhoun family, a mafia family in Merovia, I am doted on like a princess. This changes when I turn 18, when Mom dies. On the way back from a family meeting, the car blows up, and Mom shields me beneath her. Even as she lies in a pool of blood, her gaze is tender as she says to me, "Don't blame yourself, sweetheart. I love you." Still, after Mom's death, everyone in the family starts blaming me for what happened, including Dad and my older brother, William Calhoun. I go from being the princess of the family to the jinx that everyone hates. Soon after that, Dad brings home a new adopted daughter, Juliet Calhoun. William favors her and detests me. Even my childhood sweetheart, Shawn Kramer, takes a liking to her and ignores me. Dad says his new adopted daughter is way better than his biological one. They all agree to attend my college graduation ceremony. But on the day, they end up taking Juliet onto our family's yacht and holding a cocktail party out on the water to celebrate the official addition of a new family heir. This is the 100th time they ditch me for her. Unable to stop myself from an emotional breakdown, I cry out, "I'm the one who's related to you by blood!" Dad shields Juliet, who backs away from me out of fear. Then, he slaps me on the face. "I wish I'd never had you." "Who wants to have a younger sister like you? I wish you'd died with Mom!" William roars in contempt. This time, I've decided to let it all go. I call Aunt Marissa, Mom's sister. She's the founder and a therapist at MindCare Treatment Center. "Come here. This is your home now." I know that Mom's death was a conspiracy. This isn't just me leaving, but withdrawing myself from the family entirely. I hope that the next time I meet the Calhouns, there won't be tears on my end. Instead, judgment will befall them.

When Asher Terrell's family crumbled into bankruptcy, I stood steadfast by his side. We lived in a dank basement, where I toiled through three jobs to help clear their crushing debts. He bounced back and proposed, promising me a true home. Three years into our marriage, I discovered the deed to our house bore the name of his first love. "This is what I owe her," he confessed. Swallowing my pain, I nodded and pushed forward a photo from back when we were crammed in that basement, with a whole table piled high with debt notices. "You've paid your debt to her with our house," I said. "But what about the debt you owe me?"

When my mother falls gravely ill, my husband, who has asthenospermia, promises to help me think of something. So, I give him all my savings. Despite being pregnant, I get a part-time job doing DoorDash deliveries. However, I see my husband when I pass by a realtor's office. He's supposed to be hard at work like me, but he's buying a place for his childhood friend. He even has his arm around her. "That old hag thinks I only earn that little each month. Don't worry, Yvette. I only give her 10% of what I earn. The rest goes to you!" I hold back my tears and grab the hem of his shirt, wanting to borrow some money for my mother's treatment. However, he shoves me away irritably. "I give you 2000 dollars a month! Isn't that enough? Have you spent it all on useless things?" He leaves without another look back, ignoring my cries and pleas. He also kicks me, effectively murdering the child he's always dreamed of having. Later, he grovels at my feet and begs for forgiveness. It's too bad I've already given up on him. I don't want him anymore.

My husband, Oliver Dawson, "forgot" everything in a car crash—and somehow fell for me all over again. After getting out of the hospital, he said he wanted to date me from scratch. Moved out, made it all romantic. People thought we were couple goals. I figured he just wanted that first-date spark back. Then I overheard him with his best friend. "The amnesia was a lie. I only moved out to take care of Katy. She's pregnant. Cecelia's never wanted kids. I'm not going childless." I glanced down at my barely-there bump and booked a hospital appointment. Then I found the memory-erasing pill Mom left me—and took it. Oliver had no clue I'd forget him in seven days. Completely.

Axel Elcort is one of New York's most eligible bachelors as he runs and owns a multi-million dollar company, is a well-known business tycoon, and is the Alpha of White Claw Pack. He's a reserved, cold man who loves only his pack and business. Despite his high status and god-kissed attributes, he is lonely and yearns for a mate. Leal Horryn is a workaholic office lady with a stable salary in New York. She's in a relationship with her two-year live-in partner who's dominating the court as the state's most sought-after prosecutor. She's content with her simple life and greets every morning with a smile. That is until everything started falling apart. Heartbroken and jobless, Leal wanders to the streets of New York where she gets lured inside a company building by an addictive scent. What if two roads from heaven and land meet? Will they hug each other tightly and not let go despite the life-threatening challenges planted in their journey, or will they give up—failing to reach each other from the very start?

"Ms. Longstaff, are you saying the wedding will proceed as planned, but the bride will be replaced with someone else? Is that correct?" Faced with the staff member's puzzled expression, Heather Longstaff nodded without hesitation. "Yes, the wedding will take place in two weeks as scheduled. I'll deliver the revised materials to you in the next few days." "Understood. Should I inform Mr. Bennett about—" "There's no need!" Heather cut the other person off, her voice sharp with emotion. Noticing the startled look on the staff member's face, she quickly composed herself and explained, "He's busy. All wedding-related matters should come directly to me from now on." This wedding was meant to be her final gift to Mitchell. And like any gift, it had to remain a surprise until the very last moment.

The maid's daughter, who grew up in my home, had the nerve to act like an heiress. On her birthday, she invited every kid from school for a full-on rager at my family's villa. When I suggested they take it to a hotel, she lost it. "You don't get to tell me what to do! My friends can party wherever they want!" She added, "The ten-layer cake my parents ordered for me is on the way. Why don't you park yourself by the door and wait for it, huh?" Her crew circled up, laughing and pointing at me. But I'd lived through this before. Nothing about her little act rattled me. I turned to the butler and told him to lock the gate. Then, I went to Rambo's cage. "Hey, buddy," I said, opening it up. "See those trespassers?" I pointed at the crowd. "I'm counting to three. If they're still here, don't let a single one get away."