Magandang Topic Sa Devotion

Bertrand Callum was a well-known lawyer in our circle and my fiancé. We had agreed to go on our honeymoon right after registering our marriage. But he broke that promise again and again. He took his secretary to every place I had dreamed of visiting. On my birthday, he brought her to Saltorlini, the place we had planned to go together. Later, he gave up our marriage registration just because she had sprained her ankle. Even when I was in a car accident and on the verge of death, he hung up on my call for help because of something she said. After I recovered, I went alone to Acreatic, a place I had always longed to see, and moved out of the home we once shared. A week after I left, Bertrand called to scold me. "Annie, you need to stop overreacting. Are you really going to divorce me over something so trivial?" I wanted to remind him that we had never actually registered our marriage. But ultimately, I shut up and said nothing. After all, there was nothing between us anymore.

A business trip took an unexpected turn when our plane ran into disaster. While everyone else was penning their last words, I, an orphan with nothing to lose, decided to have a little fun with my miserly boss. “Boss, let’s keep this short—I like you.” “I really, really like you.” “Boss, this is a final goodbye.” Just when all hope seemed lost, the captain pulled off a miracle with his years of experience, saving us from the brink of catastrophe. By the time we landed safely, I was still in a daze until I saw my boss, eyes bloodshot, storming toward me, flanked by a wall of black-suited bodyguards.

“I’ve made up my mind, I’m going to leave the Emersons and move overseas to live with you.” Cecil Miller’s aunt, Dianne Miller, was thrilled to hear this. She then thoughtfully advised Cecil. “Alright, Cecil, I'll help you with the immigration right away. It will take about a month so you should use this time to get together with your friends since it’s not very likely you’ll see them again once you come to Vinland. Make sure you say your goodbyes. “Don’t forget Cleo especially. He raised you since you were a kid, so you should thank him for everything he’s done for you.” Cecil gave Dianne her word. After hanging up, she left the balcony. As she was heading to the living room, she caught herself sneaking a glance at the picture set on the table.

At six in the evening, Allen Bennett prepared a perfect dinner, with each dish carefully chosen to match Sarah Foster's preferences. By seven, he had run her bath, adding lavender essential oils and rose petals to the warm water, filling the bathroom with a calming fragrance. By eight, he placed her comfortable slippers by the entrance, awaiting her return. At nine, the front door finally opened. Sarah walked in, and Allen immediately went to greet her. With practiced grace, he helped her out of her coat and placed her slippers before her feet, then hung the coat in the entryway closet. Turning to her with a gentle smile, he asked, "Would you prefer to have your bath first or would you like to eat?"

Stephen's beloved Phoebe fell into a coma. To everyone, I became the villain—accused of harming her out of unrequited love for Stephen. Mute, I had no way to defend myself before Stephen locked me away in the basement. He said I would only be freed when Phoebe woke up. Broken and hopeless, I succumbed to fear and starvation, eventually developing amnesia. Day by day, my memories began to slip away. Yet, Stephen, tears in his eyes, begged me not to forget him. But all I wanted was to leave it all behind and keep moving forward.

When we were about to head to the amusement park, my Beta boyfriend, Drew, brought along a woman and her daughter. There happened to be one seat short in the car. Drew told me to get out and give my seat to the two of them. “Laura has a kid with her. Let them go first. I’ll come back for you later,” he said. I calmly stepped out and watched as the car slowly pulled away from the pack. Three hours later, they arrived at the amusement park for the fireworks and feast. When a friend asked Drew why he still hadn’t come back to get me, Drew was patiently helping Laura light a giant firework. He wasn’t in a rush at all and even said, “It’ll be fine if I pick Sienna up later. She won’t mind. I’ll coax her a bit, and she’ll stop being mad.” Anger only worked on people who cared about someone. My dad, mom, and brother never cared, and now, not even Drew cared anymore. It was time for me to leave for good.

On my twentieth birthday, my parents placed a stack of photos in front of me—eligible bachelors from elite families all over the country—and told me to pick one for an arranged marriage. I told my dad to leave it to fate and draw lots. In my past life, I had chosen without hesitation the man I’d long admired: Lucas Whitmore, the most eligible bachelor of Astor Hill's elites. But after we got married, I found out the truth. His first love—the girl he had always held dear, Claire Monroe—was devastated by our marriage. One night, heartbroken, she went out drinking and was assaulted by a group of thugs. Claire attempted suicide three times after that. And Lucas blamed it all on me. He handed over my family’s fortune to Claire, draining every last cent from the Meyers. In the end, Lucas even helped her cut the brake lines on our car. My parents and I died in that crash. Now that I’d been given a second chance at life, the name I drew was Liam Morgan—the reclusive heir from Orchard Valley, known for shunning the world and dedicating himself to Buddhism. But when I showed up arm-in-arm with Liam at our engagement party, Lucas lost his mind.

Si Aika ay isang simpleng empleyada sa kompanya ng mga armas na pagmamay-ari ng bilyonaryong si Don Jacinto Herrera, ay laging nangangarap ng mas magandang buhay. Sa kabila ng hirap ng kaniyang buhay at mababang suweldo, hindi mapigilan ni Aika ang mag-isip ng paraan para makamtan ang kayamanang matagal niyang pinapangarap. Isang araw, nalaman ni Jaika ang isang lihim na matagal nang itinago ng pamilyang Herrera—ang pagkawala ng kanilang nag-iisang anak na si Isaid. Ang plano niya ay makuha ang atensyon ni Isaid at magpabuntis sa kaniya upang maging bahagi ng makapangyarihang pamilyang Herrera. Alam niyang si Isaid ay ang tanging tagapagmana ng imperyo ng kanilang kompanya at ang pagkakaroon ng anak mula sa kaniya ay ang pinakamabilis na daan para maging bilyonaryo siya. Magtagumpay ka siyang magpabuntis kay Isaid? Magiging bilyonaryo rin ba siya?

"Hindi ito isang laro lang, Vanilla. Simula noong pumayag kang maging girlfriend ko, hindi ka na makakatakas pa sa akin." salitang namutawi sa labi ni Zakari habang nakatitig sa magandang mukha ni Vanilla na nasa harap niya. Nag-umpisa ang lahat sa isang pagkukunwari at laro-laruang pag-ibig. Nag-umpisa ang lahat sa panluluko ng kasintahan ni Vanilla na so Darren. Isang pagkukunwari lang naman sana ang lahat pero bakit parang gusto yata ni Zakari na totoohanin ang lahat at tuluyang agawin sa mismong kaibigan ang sarili nitong nobya? "Bro, ipinagkatiwala ko lang siya sa iyo pero hindi akalain na totoohanin mo pala ang lahat. Vanilla is my girlfriend. I love her at pwede bang ibalik mo na siya sa akin?" si Darren na walang ibang hangad kundi ang makuha ulit ang babaeng kanyang iniibig. Oo, nagkamali siya pero sana hindi iyun maging mitsa para agawin ng sarili niyang kaibigan ang kanyang nobya. Sino ang pipiliin ni Vanilla? Ang boyfriend niyang si Darren na nagawa siyang lokohin or si Zakari na walang ibang ginawa kundi ang iparamdam sa kanya na pag-aari siya nito?

The day Pedro Palmer's mom was supposed to get my kidney, I ghosted. He waited outside the OR for ten hours. What did he get? A death notice. After that, he went full beast mode on his career. Five years later, his company blew up. Media darling. CEO. Power suit. And yeah, he was holding another girl's hand, all smiles for the cameras. "Do you have anything to say to Ruth Rackham? We heard she supported your early days," a reporter asked. Not even a pause. "Yeah. Thanks for vanishing. For letting my mom die with questions. For wrecking me. She taught me not to trust anyone." He stepped in closer, eyes cold. "This is what you wanted, Ruth? Too bad. Love's gone. And you? Not even worth my hate." That's when Nellie Lyon, the reporter, went pale. "Mr. Palmer... Ruth Rackham died five years ago. She was the test subject. She donated her body—before she passed..."