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At my wedding, a video of my fiancé cheating was exposed. I didn't make a scene; just turned around and walked away, left him to clean up the mess himself. I went back to my room and kissed my younger boyfriend. We were halfway through when we got interrupted. My fiancé stormed in, face red with shame and rage. "Is this really the time? All you can think about is kissing?" I smacked my lips, still savoring the moment. "Weren't you the one who introduced us?"

Maximus Carter is an outstanding detective in the city of St. Valen appointed to the cases of a notorious syndicate called "Nightcrawlers". In his chase to catch the bad men lurking in the shadows—Iris Dane Anderson—the most powerful member of the Nightcrawlers, came in the scene dressed in sheep's clothing to offer her help to be his co-detective. Masked like a friend, but a foe from behind—Iris Dane dragged him to the dark world she's living at. Soon, Maximus finds out her true motives, along with the great catastrophes she have up on her sleeves.

Pagkatapos ideklara ng doktor na brain dead ang anak kong si Mia Powell, kinumbinsi ako ng asawa kong si Liam Powelle na pirmahan ang organ donation consent form. Kasalukuyan ako noong nalulunod sa pagdadalamhati at malapit na ring mawala ang katinuan sa aking isipan. Dito ko aksidenteng nadiskubre na ang doktor ng aking anak na si Blair Lincoln ay ang dating kasintahan ng aking asawa. Nagsinungaling sila sa pagiging brain dead ni Mia para pirmahan ko ang form at makuha ang puso nito na kanilang gagamitin para mailigtas ang anak ni Blair na si Sophia. Pinanood ko ang pagsundo ni Liam kay Sophia sa ospital. Nakangiting umalis ang mga ito para bang isa silang perpekto at masayang pamilya. Nang kumprontahin ko ang mga ito, agad nila akong itinulak para mahulog mula sa isang building na siyang ikinamatay ko. Nang mabigyan ako ng ikalawang pagkakataon, bumalik ako sa araw kung kailan ko dapat pirmahan ang organ donation form. Tahimik akong nangako habang tinititigan ko ang nakahigang si Mia kaniyang hospital bed. Buhay ang sisingilin ko sa lalaking iyon at sa ex nito nang dahil sa ginawa nila kay Mia.

Sabi nila, isa raw sa magagandang araw sa buhay ng isang babae ay ang maikasal sa lalakeng mahal niya. Pero hindi ako. Dahil iniwan ako ng lalakeng nangako sa akin na sasamahan ako habang buhay sa mismong seremonya ng aming kasal. Iniwan niya akong nag-iisa sa altar at mas pinili ang nakababata kong kapatid. Hindi lahat ng kasal ay masaya. Isinumpa ko ang araw  na iyon at nangako sa sariling maghihiganti. Pero paano pa ako makapaghihiganti kung namatay ako mismo sa araw na iyon?

For matured readers only (TAGLISH) "Akala ko sapat na ang salitang I love you para umabot tayo hanggang dulo..." Galing sa sawing pag-ibig si Marion. Kinse palang siya nang unang umibig. Naging masalimuot ang buhay niya sa murang edad dahil sa kapusukan at katigasan ng ulo. Nagresulta para matakot siyang magmahal dahil naging sugatan ang puso niya. Pero makalipas ang ilang taon heto at nagbabalik ang sumugat sa puso niya. Si Shin Dela Vega. "Oo nagkamali ako, nasaktan kita. Hindi rin kita naipaglaban noon, pero gusto kong malaman mo na ikaw pa rin ang mahal ko hanggang ngayon at gusto kong itama ang lahat, all I need is a second chance Marion..." pakiusap ni Shin. Pero may isang humihingi ng pagkakataon na lingunin niya. "Wala akong pakialam sa sasabihin ng iba. Manhid ka ba? Hindi mo ba nakikita na palagi akong nasa tabi mo kahit noon pa. Hindi kita iniiwan at kaya kitang ipaglaban kanino man. Hinihintay ko lang na bigyan mo ako ng pagkakataon na mahalin ka para maramdaman mong karapat-dapat din ako sa puso mo," pag-amin ni Grant Tyler sa kanya. Nalilito ang puso niya. Sino ang dapat niyang piliin? Magbibigay ba siya ng ikalawang pagkakataon para kay Shin, ang taong minahal niya o susubukan niyang muling buksan ang puso para kay Grant Tyler?

COMPLETED. WARNING: Mature Contents! A game of hate that unexpectedly turns into a relationship — and ends with them in each other's bed, all because of a deal. *** "Dolling you comes with an exchange doll." Kinagat ko ang ibabang labi ko para pigilan ang sarili kong humalinghing dahil sa pagdikit ng daliri n'ya sa gilid ng dibdib ko. He's teasing me. "W-What do you w-want," nauutal kong tanong sa kanya. "Be my partner in bed." W-What?!" "Come on. I'll make sure that boys will kneel before you and your beauty. Pennie will surely face her defeat against you," pahayag ni Wayde. Kung noon ay wala akong pakialam sa pangbu-bully at pagpapahiya sa akin ni Pennie dahil lang sa pagiging nerd at boring ko, ngayon ay gusto ko nang tumayo at patulan s'ya. Hindi ko na papalampasin pa ang mga pinaggagawa n'ya. Stealing my ex-boyfriend will be her last game. Partner in bed? Ibigsabihin lang nun ay kay Wayde rin ang bagsak ng virginity ko. Ang baklang 'to? Nasaan na ang sinabi ko kagabi na sa lalaking papakasalan ko lang mapupunta ang v-card ko? *** Wayde Jhon Johnsons. The gay guy who loves calling me doll — no, voodoo doll. My bully. My nightmare wrapped in sarcasm and smug grins. After years of hating him, I never thought I’d be the one asking for his help. But nothing comes for free. And in exchange... I became his partner. In bed.

Yasha Reese Heuson, a Starlight Supermodel and a promising actress of her generation, is very passionate about everything she does. Enjoying the limelight of her career, sudden news strikes that instantly change her life - that is being linked to one of the youngest bachelors in town, Axis Ford Averion, whom at such a young age has already climbed the corporate ladder all the way to the top, making him one of the successful CEOs in the country. Their paths will cross because of the post tagged into Yasha's social media account, saying that she's engaged to Axis; which they soon realize that both of their social media accounts were hacked. Not wanting to ruin their public figures, they decide to pretend as a couple, hoping that after a month or two, the news will pass while they investigate the real motives of the hacker. Will their pretense relationship lead them to genuine affection? The question remains unanswered if the hacker has a dark agenda in sneaking into their accounts. In getting ahead of their uneventful lives, how will Yasha and Axis handle their playful fate?

After four years of marriage, James Lawson, who had never posted anything on social media, unexpectedly updated his status: "What an adorable little foodie!" The attached photo showed a young woman wearing pink cat ears, eating at a Korean BBQ restaurant. Her cheeks were flushed red from the spicy food as she stuck out her tongue. It was Sophie Jones, a new content creator at his company. Within a minute, our mutual friend commented: "Dude, you forgot to switch accounts!" Just like that, James's new post disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, only to show up moments later on Sophie's feed. Then James's name lit up my phone screen. In the past, I would have already taken screenshots and called him first to confront him. It would have inevitably ended in a heated argument. But this time, I calmly watched his call go to voicemail without answering.

Today is the sixth time my girlfriend, Shirley Lake, is supposed to meet my parents. My parents and I wait at the restaurant for four whole hours. I call her over and over again, but she never picks up. Just as I'm about to try one last time, I see Shirley's childhood sweetheart, Joshua Solomon, post a picture on his Instagram, with the location tagged at a suburban hotel. The picture shows a woman's pale back, one shoulder bare, with a striking red spider lily tattoo visible on her skin. Underneath the picture was the caption, "We'll make it from 18 to 80." A mutual friend comments, "First-love couples are the sweetest!" I silently hit the like button, then comment, "Make sure to get buried together when you die. And don't come back to haunt anyone else."

It all began with a single post about canceling a food delivery order. Overnight, I became the internet's punching bag. Thousands of vicious messages flooded my inbox, filled with photoshopped memorials urging me to die. They doxxed my family, plastered my personal details across shady websites, and used AI to create obscene images of me, spreading them in vile chat groups. They spread lies about my income, claiming it came from illicit sources, and accused me of carrying diseases. I didn't call the police or block the messages. Instead, I read every hateful word before singling out the 100 worst offenders. Every day, I sent each one a luxurious meal: Boston lobster, Australian wagyu, the works. Each delivery came with a simple note: [Thank you for your hard work.]