Husband Day

Warning: R-18. Read at your own risk. Debbie Mae Layson, ang babaeng naghahangad na mapansin at makita ng lalaking pinagpantasyahan niya sa magazine; si Emmanuel Montefalco. Ngunit sa hindi inaasahan, dahil sa dare ng kanyang kaibigan na akitin ang binata, sa isang iglap paggising niya, itinakda na siyang magpakasal sa lalaking kinahumalingan niya nang maabutan sila ng ama ni Emmanuel na hubo't hubad sa ibabaw ng kama. Emmanuel's father forced him to marry her because for him, it is such a embarrassment to the clan of Montefalco to fuck a girl without marrying her. Kaya wala siyang nagawa, natatakot din na mangatwiran dahil isang David Montefalco ang kanyang kaharap. Akala niya maging masaya siya kapag ikinasal siya sa taong gusto niya, ngunit isa palang impeyerno ang buhay niya sa kamay ng asawa. Walang araw na hindi niya ito sinasaktan, physical, emotional. At lahat ng iyon binalewala niya dahil may kasalanan rin siya... At mahal niya ang kanyang asawa. What would you choose, love or revenge? Emmanuel Montefalco, a CEO, a Multi Millionaire, and also known as a ruthless mafia. Pumasok sa isang organisasyon upang hanapin ang taong nagtangka na patayin ang kanilang pamilya at walang iba kundi ang ama ng kanyang napangasawa. He is known as a feared, ruthless and cold hearted person. Kahit si kamatayan hindi niya kinakatakutan. Pero nang dumating sa buhay niya ang kanyang asawa, bawat oras, bawat sigundo, takot na takot siya dahil baka isang araw mawala sa piling niya ang asawa dahil sa kawalanghiyaan na ginawa niya dito. Magtagumpay kaya siya sa plano niyang paghihiganti? Makuha kaya niya ang hustisya na kanyang ninanais o, mahulog sa sariling patibong at sumuko nalang dahil sa pag-ibig?

Quinlee Velez has a wealthy but miserable life, despite of that, she has a boy bestfriend who is one call away in times of distress and trouble. She always has things planned out to pursue and reach her dreams until one day she meets a guy named Zik, with a contract that ties the knot and who shatters her plans. Felt she was doomed to a life of extreme unhappiness. Marriage is normally one's happily ever after in the movies but for them it's a complete opposite of what other's expect. Are they going to survive? or ends in break-up and walk in separate ways? All right, let's see!

Mira had received an unexpected message from her husband to meet him at a hotel so they could rekindle their love, which she was happy about, but somehow she ended up in another stranger's bed, leading her to cheat on her husband. Mira goes back home to meet a divorce, and not only that, but she also discovers her husband has been cheating on her with her step-sister, and they both tricked her into signing her inheritance over to them. She was humiliated and thrown out of the house only for her to be saved, but her savior turned out to be the man she had a nightstand with, and he was proposing to her a contract marriage and a chance to get revenge on all those who hurt her. Should she accept it? Could she trust him? 5 years later, she returned to New York City with her little Triplets kids for some business deals and to finish all that her ex-husband started. EXCEPT. "What the were you doing with my brother you !" Ken yells, fury obvious through his orbs as he clenches his hand into a fist, veins almost bulging out of his forehead. "Isn't it obvious?" I throw back his question, my lips curling into a smile. "Dear Ex-husband, Why Don't You Call Me Sister-in-law?"

(Completed) Elysia had everything going for her, a perfect life, a perfect partner, her dream career until the devastating death of her brother. Her life suddenly came to a halt, when she found herself giving up everything to restore her family's name. A marriage to a drug addict Damon Contreras was like poison to her soul. She found herself drifting between fantasy and reality until an affair that placed her in the middle of a generation feud. And to survive she must pair with the devil-her husband.

In this life, it is said that there are only two choices: to use or to be used, to save or to be saved. Regardless, there was one thing I had to do - survive! “Don’t fool me! I know your schemes and what you are playing behind my back!” Rage boiled in his veins. “You may have my surname, but you’re still nothing, Scarlette Scott. Don’t forget that.” How could someone display such blatant disrespect and arrogance? Ha! This man believed he could brand anyone with his pride! But not me! Not me, Storm Scoville! I will make sure your arrogant behavior is humbled and put in its rightful place!

Before my mother passed away, the person she most wanted to see was her beloved son-in-law, Anthony Brosnan. She supported Anthony financially for five years, and the latter started his own business after graduating. At that time, I accidentally walked into his office and instantly fell in love with him at first sight. However, Anthony changed after three years of marriage and fell in love with his secretary. I called him over a dozen times, and it was the secretary who picked up the phone. "Anthony is cooking right now. Do you need something?" Just as I was about to speak, my mother overheard the voice. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she passed away filled with resentment. Anthony, since I had lost my mother, you meant nothing to me anymore.

Three years of marriage, ten years of love… wasted. Vivian Carter was abandoned by her family, humiliated by her husband, and left to suffer in silence. She walked away, but fate had other plans—carrying the child of the man who never valued her. Now she’s stronger, smarter, and untouchable. Dominic Blackwood finally realizes the woman he destroyed was the one he could never replace… but can he earn back her trust before it’s too late? Revenge, secrets, and a love forged in pain this is her story.

Did she drug me? I'm scared. I woke up next to a man. It was Lucy's boyfriend, Mike Lightwood. There were cameras everywhere. But why? Why would Lucy do this? SLAP! My stepmom hits me hard. My face hurts. I'm crying. "How dare you stand there and smear mud on our family's name, you filthy whore?" she yells. "I-I do-don't know how it happened," I say. My lips are shaking.

Gustong ipakasal si Yvette Villafuerte ng ama niya sa lalaking hindi pa niya nakikita kaya naman gusto na niyang yayain ang boyfriend niyang kinaaayawan ng ama niya na magtanan kaya nagpunta siya sa condo nito subalit nakita naman niya itong nakikipag sex sa kanyang mortal na kaaway. Dahil masamang masama ang kanyang loob ay nagpunta siya sa bar. Gusto niyang magwala at dahil sa ibig nga niyang magwala ay ipinagkaloob niya ang kanyang sarili sa isang estranghero. Sa tingin niya ay masisira rin ang buhay niya kung papayag siyang magpakasal sa lalaking nagugustuhan ng tatay niya para sa kanya kaya lang ang hindi niya napaghandaan ay ang paghaharap nilang muli ng hot na lalaking nakasiping niya ng 12 hours.

“How long has this been going on?” Fatima’s voice is steady, almost too steady. Her husband of six years stands there without a hint of shame. “Does it matter, Fatima? Yes, Leslie is pregnant with my child, but nothing is going to change,” he says, annoyed that she dares question him. Her calmness makes him shift, though he refuses to show it. “How. Long?” She repeats slowly, keeping her voice low so she won’t wake their sleeping children. “Three years.” Fatima blinks. “You’ve been cheating on me for half our marriage… with your business partner?” “Lower your voice. Don’t make it sound bad. I’m a man – these things happen.” He even chuckles. “Leslie will be taken care of. You’ll stay the wife, and Leslie and I–” “Will get married,” she cuts in. He stares, thrown off, until she adds, “Top drawer in your office. Divorce papers. Sign them first thing tomorrow.” No tears. No raised voice. No trembling. Just calm finality, and that unsettles him more than anger ever could. “I’m not letting that happen. You’re my wife.” “Ex-wife,” she corrects softly. Before he can react, Fatima pushes her chair back and stands. She doesn’t storm off or slam anything. She simply picks up a magazine from the table and walks out with quiet, controlled steps, far too composed for a woman ending a six-year marriage. And that hits him harder than any shouting would have. No tears. No pleading. No hesitation. Nothing. It wounds his pride. He deserves tears. “Hold on,” he snaps, rising quickly from his seat.