Local Woman Missing Characters

Plain. Normal-looking, to say the least. Pessimistic with a job she despised. And most importantly, she was dumped by her long-term boyfriend, Ryan. Iyon si Ashley. She didn't just enroll in graduate school to earn a promotion; she also wanted to forget about the breakup. Then, she met Nathaniel. Her initial impression of him: a Womanizer! She saw how ladies flocked to him, which made her cringe. Ngunit isang araw ay ipinatawag siya ng kaniyang mga magulang upang ipaalam na ipinagkasundo siya ng mga ito sa isang kasal. Worst, ang kaniyang mapapangasawa ay walang iba kundi ang babaerong si Nathaniel! Sa kabila ng pagtutol ay naikasal sila. What she didn't imagine is Nathan would notice everything she'd been hiding; her worries, sadness, and the things she genuinely wanted to do. Because of him, she discovered a side of herself she hadn't previously known existed. Ayos na sana ang lahat. Ang problema na lang ay siya. Hindi niya kayang pagtiwalaan si Nathan. Will she be able to resist his charm? Is it worth it for her to put her heart and soul at risk once more? And most of all, will she be able to set aside her insecurities in the face of Jenny, the only woman who has ever broken Nathan's heart?

Young, rich, happy go lucky, a womanizer. That is Enrico Joaquin Montefalco's life. But in one snap everything has changed. May nag iwan ng bagong silang na bata sa labas ng kanilang mansiyon at siya ang sinasabing ama nito ayon sa sulat na nakalakip sa basket na pinaglagyan ng munting anghel. Sa dami ng babaeng dumaan sa buhay niya, hindi niya alam kung sino doon sa kanila ang ina ng bata. Hindi niya kayang alagaan na mag isa ang bata lalo na at may negosyo siyang kailangan siya. Kaya nag hire siya ng yaya para sa anak niya. Nadia Carnaje-isang ulila, magaling na mang aawit at raketera na nangangarap na makapasok sa mansyon ng mga Montefalco. Pangarap niyang maging isang sikat na mang aawit, ngunit mas pinili niya ang maging isang yaya ng anak ng babaerong si Enrico Joaquin Montefalco. Ano ang maging papel ni Nadia at Baby Gio sa buhay niya, is it good or bad? Is he accept the fact and reality na isa na siyang ama o magpatuloy sa buhay na kinasanayan niya? Ito na ba ang karma sa pagiging babaero niya?

Because of the goons who were chasing after her, Shanna decided to pop up into a stag party. Hindi lang siya basta gate crasher, kundi nagpanggap pa siyang isang stripper sa stag party roon. Oh no! Nakalusot nga siya sa mga humahabol sa kanya, but would she be able to escape the exuding charisma of the groom's man—Anton Austen?

Buxton Corp's CEO got his ex back. The cost? His pregnant wife vanished without a word. Month One: Calvin didn't flinch. Too busy worshiping his so-called true love. Month Two: His buddies placed bets on when Angela would come crawling home. Month Three: Panic hit. He sent scouts everywhere to find me. Nothing. Not a whisper. After that, "Angela Astor" turned into a curse word in Auremburg. But what no one saw? He missed her so bad at night, it nearly broke him.

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Romane Romano III is a spoiled brat son of a billionaire. What he wants, what he gets. Pero paano kung sa lahat ng gusto niya ay meron siyang kahati ? Ano ang gagawin ni Romane para mawala ang kanyang kahati? Meet Gianna Rae Roberto the big tomboy of the city na palaging kaagaw ni Romane sa maraming bagay pati na sa babaeng nagugustuhan niya. Paano kaya matatakasan ni Gianna ang galit ng isang Romane? Saan hahantong ang kanilang pag-aaway at agawan? Paano kung ang kanilang agawan ay mauwi sa pag - iibigan?

After being forced to give my wife's first love my heart, I died in the hallway of the private hospital she had personally founded. My six-year-old son, Ash, had already begged her thrice by the time I had drawn my last breath. The first time was when he tugged on her hand, saying I was coughing up blood. Sneering, she claimed, "So he's finally learned something—teaching his kid how to lie." Then, she had the bodyguards throw him out of the room. The second time was when he clung to her sleeve, insisting that I rambled nonsense due to the pain. "It's just a heart transplant," she opined with a frown. "The doctor already said he won't die." At that, the bodyguards stepped in again and dragged him away. The third time was when he fell to the ground, clutching her pant leg with all his strength, crying that I had already passed out. She finally lost her temper by this point, grabbing Ash by the throat and hurling him out of the room. "I have already said it—Howard isn't going to die. Dare to disturb Skye's rest again, and I'll throw both of you out of this hospital," she warned. To save me, my son pawned the most precious thing he owned—his St. Christopher medal—to a nurse. "Ma'am," he said. "I don't need to live a long life. I just want my dad to live." She accepted the medal and was about to arrange for me to be transferred to the last available room. However, my wife's first love, Skye Whitley, had someone block the doorway with his pet dog. He mentioned, "Sorry, kid. Your mom's worried I'll get bored if I can't see my dog. This room is reserved for him."

On the fourth day after my son's death, I decided to secretly dissolve my military marriage with my husband. Before that, I had three days to settle everything for my son. On the first day, I tricked my husband into signing the cremation papers. On the second day, I went to the school and collected the textbooks my son would never get to use. On the third day, I cooked a table full of dishes and begged my husband to celebrate our son's last birthday. He agreed, but soon after claimed he had a mission. Instead, he spent the entire night setting off fireworks with his childhood sweetheart. That night, I cooked. Then, I sat alone before my son's photo and ate all my son's favorite foods. The next day, my husband returned, guilt flickering in his eyes as he handed me a brand-new backpack. He said it was a gift for our child's first day of school. But he didn't know—our child would never have a first day of school.

On the very night Finn Chapman's first love got divorced, he threw the ninety-ninth divorce agreement at me. "Lisa's heart is broken. She can't move on. I have to take care of her," he said. Even our seven-year-old son tried to persuade me. "You should just agree to the divorce and leave," he told me. "Let Lisa move in. We don't need a maid like you anymore." Both father and son were certain I'd scream, cry, beg them not to throw me out. But I didn't. I simply nodded, quietly signed my name on the divorce papers, and left. Ten years later, my son became the top scorer on the SATs. During an interview, a reporter asked him, "What has motivated you to study so hard all these years?" He went silent for a moment. Then, in front of everyone, his eyes turned red. "Because I wanted to tell my mom," he said, voice trembling, "I've grown up now. Will you come back? Please don't leave me again."

My boyfriend, Zayne Jefferson, is particularly gifted in certain ways. Every time we're intimate, he insists on trying something new. More than once, he gently coaxes me, saying, "Once you graduate, we'll get married." And I believe him. I throw myself into my studies, pushing hard to finish my credits early. At the same time, I secretly watch all kinds of videos at night and read up on techniques. I want to keep his body satisfied. One night, I stay up too late studying and miss curfew. I run to the bar to find him, where I overhear him chatting with his friends. "Zayne, is your girlfriend really that wild in bed?" one guy asks. "Of course. He trained her himself!" another guy says. "What about Yasmin?" Zayne exhales a stream of smoke, his eyes soft. "She's different. She's pure." In that moment, I begin to hate him. Back on campus, I make a call to my professor. "That secret program you mentioned… I want in." From this day on, my life belongs only to my career.