Kono Dio Da Face

Si Anathalia Eirah Dela Rosa ay ang pinakatampok na halimbawa ng isang spoiled brat—matigas ang ulo, impulsive, at sanay na laging makuha ang kanyang nais. May matalim na dila at pusong puno ng mapanghimagsik na lakas, hindi siya kailanman kailangang sumagot sa sinuman, lalo na sa isang lalaki. Ngunit magbabago ang lahat nang makilala niya si Kaelion Isolde Vesperas, isang kalmado at mahinahon na gobernador na may pusong kasing matibay ng kanyang awtoridad. Walang pakialam si Kaelion sa mga charm ni Anathalia, at wala ni isang bagay ang nakakagulo sa kanyang mahinahong anyo—lalo na hindi isang maapoy na babae na akala niya’y kaya niyang pabagsakin. Habang sanay si Anathalia na ang mga tao ay yumuyuko sa kanyang gusto, nananatiling matatag si Kaelion, hindi tinatablan ng kanyang mga tantrum at maligalig na pagtatangkang mapansin siya. Habang ang magaspang na ugali ni Anathalia at mga pang-aakit ay hindi nakakalusot sa malamig na pagtanggap ni Kaelion, natutuklasan niyang hindi basta-basta mananalo ang kanyang puso. Kailangan niyang magbago at matutunan ang kahalagahan ng pagiging bukas, isang bagay na hindi pa niya kailanman inaalok. Sa isang mundong kung saan nagtatagpo ang pagnanasa at kapangyarihan, ang magkaibang impulsiveness ni Anathalia at ang mahinahong pagpipigil ni Kaelion ay nagbabanggaan sa isang laban ng mga kalooban. Magagawa kaya niyang iwaksi ang kanyang pagiging spoiled upang makuha ang respeto—at marahil pati ang pagmamahal—niya? O hahantong ba ang mga whim ng kanyang puso sa isang landas ng pagkabasag ng puso? @cursebyharrrt Date Started: November 28,2024 Date Finish: Status: On-going A/N: Slow Update, please bare with the writer.

Danielle Cross has spent her whole life running from breakups and troubles. She’s never stayed in the same place for long…until now. The moment she walks through the doors of Logan Dawson’s bar, there’s an attraction between them neither can deny. And when Danielle needs a date to her sister’s wedding, Logan is the man for the job. A cheap trick to fool her family is a small price to pay for a weekend in paradise. Playing pretend is easy. The hard part? Trying to convince yourself the feelings are only fake.

I received a call the day before my wedding. "Miss McPherson, someone has thrashed your venue." I rushed to the hotel in confusion only to meet a woman waving my wedding photo. "You homewrecking skank! You seduced my husband and spent his money on this wedding!" The crowd believed her and went wild. Even the hotel manager piled on me. "I knew something was fishy when the groom never showed up! You're not his real wife!" The crowd turned into a violent mob. In that chaos, I miscarried. At the height of my fury, I texted my secretary: [Cancel the wedding, and kick Matteo Brando out of my company!] How dare he keep a mistress with my fortune! How dare she challenge me! I will destroy them!

My marriage to Bryan wasn’t perfect, but it was never bad enough for me to want him dead. Yet when he was brutally murdered in a hotel room, every finger pointed at me. His family accused me. The world believed them I spent months behind bars for a crime I didn’t commit. My empire crumbled. My only child now sees me as a murderer. I was bullied, broken, and forgotten until Damon stepped back into my life. Damon, my ex-lover, is now fighting to clear my name. He has one goal: to set me free. But he has another theory, one more shocking than the accusation itself, My Husband could be faking his death to make me suffer and start a new life with his mistress . Freedom didn’t make life easier. Outside those prison walls, I’m paying for my husband’s mistakes while battling for custody of my son, his family took everything from me but what if i turned everything around in my favour? And the question haunting me remains: Or how long was my supposed dead husband going to keep hiding?

My neighbors across the hall had a nasty habit of stealing. This included my food deliveries, my shoes from the cabinet, and even my clothes drying on the rooftop. Nothing was safe from them. I had enough. One day, I placed a pair of shoes borrowed from my friend, who was battling an extreme case of athlete’s foot, outside my door. Not long after they stole them, they came banging on my door in the middle of the night, furious about the outbreak on their feet. They even filed a complaint at the hospital where I work. I was so furious that I invited a few homeless patients to move in. A muscular man with HIV, an elderly woman with syphilis, and a young man with severe mental health issues became their new neighbors. The thieves could not handle it and begged the landlord to evict them. However, the joke was on them. My family owned the entire building. If anyone was leaving, it certainly was not me.

In my past life, my selfish son stopped caring about my husband and me after marrying a woman who followed her mother's words like they were holy commandments. In fact, he orchestrates an accident to kill my husband and me under the influence of his wife and her family. It's all so he can inherit our fortunes earlier than expected. When I'm reborn, I look at my son, who's rotten to the core, and decide that I don't want him anymore!

Lumaking sakitin si Pamela kaya halos iilan lang ang nakakakilala sa kanya. Palaging nasa anino siya ng kakambal niyang si Plumeria. Nang ipakasal si Plumeria sa cold and ruthless billionaire na si Tiger Rivas, malinaw ang tanging misyon nito: ang magkaroon ng tagapagmana. Ngunit hindi nito kayang ibigay iyon Tiger dahil ilang beses na itong nagpa-abort sa mga naging lalaki nito. Kaya humingi ito ng pabor kay Pamela. Pumayag si Pamela na pumalit bilang asawa ni Tiger at magbuntis para sa kakambal. Sa loob ng isa at kalahating buwan, natutunan niyang magmahal sa lalaking hindi naman para sa kanya. Ngunit isang tawag mula kay Plumeria ang gumulo sa lahat. Tapos na ang pagpapanggap ni Pamela dahil nagdadalang tao na si Plumeria, at si Tiger ang ama. Pamela is in love. Plumeria is pregnant. At iisa lang ang lalaking nasa gitna nila.

There's an earthquake. My husband, the captain of the rescue team, abandons me to save Wendy Smith, his true love. I don't stop him. I let him go. Why? Because when he was faced with the same choice in my past life, he saved me because I was eight months pregnant. Meanwhile, Wendy remained trapped under the rubble. She ultimately died due to a lack of oxygen after the delayed rescue. Later, on the day I went into labor, my husband brought me to Wendy's grave. He watched me coldly as I collapsed on the ground from the searing pain. He ignored my pleas. "Does it hurt, Yelena? Wendy's pain was a thousand times worse when she was trapped under the rubble!" I stared at him in disbelief as he descended into insanity. "You were safe that night—you were in the safe triangle zone! Wendy would never have missed the best time for rescue if not for you using your pregnancy to threaten me! I want you to experience all the pain she went through!" He forced me down on my knees and bumped my head on the ground before Wendy's grave. He ignored the blood that flowed down my legs. Ultimately, I died after major blood loss from a difficult labor. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day the earthquake happened. This time, neither I nor my child will wait for him.

William Mackenzie married Cassandra Wood, a beautiful young woman from a notable family. But he was seen as a useless son-in-law in Wood Family. Because of his job as a shop keeper, he was treated like a trash in his wife's family. He even served the Woods without any complaint. However, 3 years passed, there was a man came to him. "General, we need your power. Would you come back to the Kingdom?"

My three-year-old son looked nothing like my husband. Suspicious, my father-in-law secretly took my son for a paternity test. The results showed that there was no biological relationship between them. Furious and humiliated, my father-in-law erupted in anger, hurling insults at me and even threatening to kill us. My husband, just as enraged, slapped me hard across the face. "You shameless wrench! You've made me raise another man's child for three years!" As I stared at their accusing faces, I calmly produced another report—the paternity test between my husband and his father. It confirmed they weren't biologically related either. Their expressions froze in shock. With a faint smile, I said, "Looks like we don't know for sure who isn't part of this family, do we?"