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​It was a matter of benefit: I had to stop the CEO's wedding. ​It was a matter of reputation: I had to become the CEO's wife. ​For my heart's sake, I must hide my son and myself from his father, the CEO, while I execute my revenge

"What is your biggest fear?" a friend casually asked as the tip of the bottle stopped at my direction. I smiled bitterly as I threw my head back, "Be forgotten..." I paused for a while bago lumingon sa kinaroroonan nang dating asawa. "By the man I love the most." It is so easy to create memories but the moment a person decided to forget about it, everything will be useless. And that's what I fear the most.

Sierah Garcia met a lot of men already, experienced a lot of heartaches, and even experienced the worst part of a relationship. What if a man came up and plotted to break her heart? Will she be able to accept and move on? I sighed, staring at him. "Is this yours?" he cluelessly asked. He was about to hand me my handkerchief, when I stepped back. "Yes. Thank you." Kinuha ko 'yon sa kamay niya tsaka ko siya mabilisang tinalikuran. "Sie.." I stopped when he called my name, I blinked a lot of times before glancing at him. By just calling out the nickname he gave me, it brings back a lot of memories, such as pain. "Y-Yes?" I responded. He licked his lips, he looked so serious. "When will I see you again?" I unbelievably stared at him because of his question, I closed my fist. "Never again,” I whispered and walked away real fast.

My father never believed me when I told him my stepmother and half-sister abused me every day. And all I wanted was to make him love me to the point I married the man he wanted for me... But for what cost? The superstar, Liliana Roxy, drugged me and I was accused of cheating. My mother-in-law killed my grandfather-in-law and I became the suspect. My husband hunted me as my father killed me out of shame. I was given a second chance and return to the day of my wedding. "I want a divorce! Give me my freedom back!" "You married a Machito, you die as a Machito." _______ [Update: 1 to 2 chapters a week] [Book Cover Artist: KircheLeaf] _______ Be Updated in FB: https://m.facebook.com/missfeuille ~Original Book Cover ~Original story ~All Rights Reserved

"You don't love me because she is the one you love. I am not important to you because she is important to you! And most of all I am not in your mind because she is always in your mind. I am not the one you choose because she is the one you choose, and besides that I get tired instead of you getting tired let me go first as and I set you free, lets set each other free!" L.A. Cruz.

She's my childhood friend. My favorite obsession. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about her. She was meant to be off-limits, that I could treasure but never touch. But the more I watch her, the more I crave her. She’s mine, whether she realizes it or not. I’ll pull her into my world, wrap her in my obsession, until she’s as consumed by me as I am by her. And when that moment comes, when she finally sees me for who I am now, there’ll be no turning back. Because some obsessions aren’t meant to be fought, they’re meant to be fulfilled.

Moans. I hear moans. "Ugh! Faster!" I covered my ears like an innocent child hoping that they would quite down. I ran back down the kitchen and drank a glass of water. I'm not paid enough for this. Thinking back and I was already regretting my life decisions— NOT! Now that I have discovered how much of a big womanizer this fiancée of mine is, I think I now have a reason to dump him. Disguised as his maid is so hard just to get intel unto what his true colors actually are. Honestly wasn't the best idea, but it definitely is the most efficient one. I sat on the counter of the kitchen and rested my head on the table over my folded arms. Perhaps a nap might help innocent me up. Just when slumber finally came, I heard sloppy footsteps coming down the staircase. The "young master" finally finished his business. I went to meet them at the bottom of the stairs to greet his lady friend safety on her way home. "I can't wait for tomorrow night," she said in a seductive tone and batted her lashes on him. I held back my urge to barf. Her arms are all over him as if she was the drunk one when in fact it was my good for nothing fiancé. "You're too loud," Timothee replied as it was his way of rejecting girls. And yes, another girl cried that night. She won't be expecting to sleep with him again. As the lady went out the door, I look at the young master. His hair wet, topless and jeans unbuttoned. "Don't drool over me, scullery maid." And with that he went back up. Jerk!

I hate his guts, ang bastos niya. Every time na magkikita kami para kaming mga aso't pusa. I told myself that, I won't fall for him. Then, one day kusa na lang tumibok ang puso ko sa kaniya and I can't help it. Should I give him a chance or not? Hahayaan ko na lamang ba na ang puso ko mahulog sa kaniya? Or do I deserve someone better than him?

This story was about my bitter and sweet love story. My bitter-sweet love story began when I was twelve years old. I had a huge crush on my neighbor, Dean Samaniego. He's tall, handsome, and smart but a little bit aloof, especially to me. He always ignored me though we were just neighbors. After six long years of having a crush on Dean, I finally decided to give up my feelings for him. The fact finally hits on me, that no matter what I did he's not going to like me back. We moved to another city after a tragedy falls on my family. Since then, Dean and I have never met again. But after ten long years, we finally meet each other. He is now a lawyer, a well-known and successful public defender while I'm just a small coffee shop owner. After I met him again I realized that I still liked him a lot, but I found out that he's already engaged to someone else. Is this a second chance that God gave me to pursue Dean again or a second chance for me to feel the heartache that I once was felt before?

Ang sabi nila, ang pinakamasayang tao ang pinakamalungkot sa lahat. That they are faking their happiness. That even they are alive, they are dying deep inside. All I can see is my pain. My anger towards her. She's the cause of my loneliness. I lost the love of my life because of her. Why should I care? She deserves it anyway. But little did I know, she's dying deep within. I've hurt her. All I did was give her pain. Ipinamukha ko sa kanya na kailanman ay hindi ko siya mamahalin. Little by little, I am killing her. I took out her shine. Her bright smile. Her own life. I've crushed her heart. Michelle is like a flower, slowly withering without my notice. Melting my heartless heart is her only option.