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Daphne lives happily alone as a Doctor. Until she found out from her mother that she was in an arranged marriage with a man she didn't know. It was very difficult for Daphne to just accept that the marriage was going to happen. That's why she had a decision that she didn't fully think about and prepare for. A night full of passion and rage. She preferred to give her virginity to a stranger. And fate was playful, because the man she was with that night was Treyton Louis Fuentevalle, the man she was about to marry. But, what's surprising is that the man doesn't remember her, and what's more painful is that he remembers her sister the night they were together. Will the marriage still last? Can Daphne be able to be with the man while she shares her sister whom she hates the most? What if she finds out Treyton's true motives? Will she be able to handle it?

At the age of 25, Esmeralda Martin is a highly wealthy and prosperous businesswoman. But she abdicated her fictitious monarchy in order to lead a straightforward life away from the media. She applied to work as a secretary in a foreign nation when she suddenly fell in love with her boss's disguised assistant. The shooting that occurred at his father's wedding earlier in the relationship put an end to its budding. Victor never met her parents, who soon after she went into a coma and took her away. Victor believed that if he found her, they could be married and stay together forever. However, she was now engaged to a man who resembled him perfectly. Why do they have the same name and similar appearance? Will he ever show her that the Victor she first fell in love with and even put her life in danger for is actually him? Choose this option to find out!

Ang kwento na ito ay naglalaman ng mga maseselang tema at lenggwahe. Read at your own risk. Wag sanang husgahan ang laman ng kwento dahil ito ay puro imahinasyon lamang. Ang pagkaparepareho sa mga totoong buhay o sa ibang kwento ay sinisugurado kong hindi ko sinasadya iyon at hindi ito nakaw. April 2018 - February 2019

It was supposed to be a routine test tube baby situation, but suddenly everything went wrong. The problem was Master Luke Crawford, the heir to the Crawford empire, mature and composed, cold and domineering. Once he put his mind to it, there was nothing in the world he could not do!She had thought that they would go their completely separate ways after she delivered the children. Five years later, however, the man dragged two adorable babies along and waited for her in front of her dorms, despite everyone watching!Mr. Crawford was cold and emotionless in front of everyone else, but in front of her...

My husband is a haute couture designer. When his true love goes blind in her right eye, he goes to his mother's ward and asks her for help in getting me to sign an organ donation agreement. What he doesn't know is that I'm already dead.

She froze, breath caught, facing the storm in his delinquent brown eyes. He leaned over her, hands gripping the rail, boxing her in. The air was thick, too heavy to breathe. Her gaze locked on his unwilling, yet unable, to look away. The closer he leaned, the harder her heart pounded. She bit her lip, nerves twitching. No matter how far she ran, he always found her. “Why do you keep chasing me?” she asked, barely above a whisper. Her voice trembled, as if volume might shatter her. He didn’t answer. Silence roared between them. His cold and expressionless never left her face. “Do you like me?” she pressed, ignoring the disinterest in his eyes. She needed something. He gave a soft tut, then brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, twirling it lazily. The touch was light, but his closeness made her pulse race. “‘Like’ is a bit heavy, Tinkerbell,” he murmured, voice low and indifferent. The nickname slipped out like smoke, mocking, yet oddly tender. He leaned in, close enough for her to feel his heat. Close enough to unravel her. But his eyes stayed dark. Empty. She swallowed hard, unsure what hid behind them. “It’s strange,” he added, voice softer now. “But you’re the first woman I’ve ever aknowledged as a lady, Snow White.” — She was the good girl. Quiet. Overlooked. Her life, a shadow. No warmth. No safety. For a moment, she thought she’d found love, someone who saw her. Someone worth clinging to. But he broke her. When he left, he took her love and her self-worth. She hated herself after that. Then she started to rebuild. And that’s when Zachary Gonzalez appeared. Mysterious. Magnetic. Dangerous. Everything she shouldn’t want.

Ivanna was a young and promising werewolf before she realized she was a werewolf. She vowed to keep her family's secret hidden at all costs, fearing that it would be revealed.

Je suis dégoûtée. Tout simplement : dégoûtée. Depuis des mois, j'organise mes vacances d'été avec ma meilleure amie. Mais juste au moment où je m'apprête à partir, qu'est-ce que j'apprends ?! Que mes parents nous ont inscrits, mes frères et moi, dans un camp de vacances ! Comble de l'horreur, il faudra y passer trois semaines ! C'est injuste, je leur en veux. Mais lorsque je fais la rencontre du bien trop sexy Jonson Forwise, ma rancoeur s'évanouit aussitôt. Se pourrait-il que la tyrannie de mes parents me satisfasse, pour une fois ?

I was in a car accident on my way to my son, Nathan’s piano competition. Ignoring my injuries, I limped to the venue just in time for the awards ceremony. Nathan won the gold medal. With excitement shining in his eyes, he ran toward me. But as I smiled at him, he turned and placed the medal around the neck of my husband’s first love, Janine Beck. My husband of ten years, Christopher Frost, looked at me with irritation. “Look at what you’re wearing! You’re filthy, like a beggar,” he said cruelly. “Don’t come to Nathan’s celebration dinner tonight—he’s embarrassed by you!” I stayed silent and went alone to the hospital to have my injuries checked. Later, I returned to the villa, drenched in the rain, only to find the doors locked against me. I knocked on the door in the pouring rain for the entire night. At dawn, when the first light broke across the sky, I sent Christopher a message: [Let’s get a divorce. As you wish, I will no longer be an eyesore in your lives.]

“You want to still go ahead with this wedding even after I told you all of that?” “Yes” “Why?” “I am curious what you are like” “I can assure you that you won't like what you would get” “That is a cross I am willing to bear” Ophelia meets Cade two years after the nightstand between them that had kept Cade wondering if he truly was in love or if it was just a fleeting emotion that had stayed with him for two years. His grandfather could not have picked a better bride for now. Now that she was sitting in front of him with no memories of that night he was determined never to let her go again. Ophelia had grown up with a promise never to start a family by herself but now that her father was hellbent on making her his heir under the condition that she had to get married she was left with no other option than to get married to the golden-eyed man sitting across from her. “Your looks,” she said pointing to his face. “I can live with that” she added tilting her head. Cade wanted to respond but thought against it. “Let us get married”