Marry A Stranger

“You’re drunk,” he said, smirking. “Yeah,” she admitted, then reached out and touched his shirt. “But I still want to have sex with you.” Vincenzo tilted his head slightly, like he was studying a new toy. "You were about to go after my bodyguard, huh?" he said. His fingers suddenly cupped her breast, slow and confident. “And yet, you look more like a virgin than a pervert.” That sobered her up a bit. “I—what?” Before she could say anything else, she blurted, “I want to have sex with you. I’m all yours tonight.” Vincenzo raised a brow, then smiled. “If that’s what you want.” He stood up, lifted her into his arms effortlessly, and carried her through a side door. Her arms looped around his neck as her heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe. He kicked open a private room. Inside, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her—hot, commanding, full of hunger. She melted into it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t care who she was supposed to be. She was just a girl kissing a stranger.

After her family's company went bankrupt, Lorelie Gonzales was forced to marry a man rumored to be an old, ugly man. Lorelie didn't let herself get controlled by the people around her and run away. Alam niyang wala na siyang pakatutunguhang iba dahil alam niya kung gaano kasakim ang ina niya kaya nagpunta siya sa bar. There, she made the dance floor on fire as she started grinding her hips. Little did she know, fate has something to give her that ended her to have one night with a hot stranger.

I’m Sadie Summer. Once I was an orphan, still treated like a servant by the family who adopted me—until fate threw me into a contract marriage with my cold, powerful billionaire boss. I stood by him when everyone else walked away. I saw the man beneath the armor, and for a moment... I believed he saw me too. But then came the accident. It turned us into strangers again. Still, I stayed—through the silence, the ache of being forgotten. Now he’s healed--almost whole. He still wants out. He wants a divorce. Worse, the people who wronged me are whispering lies, poisoning what little he remembers of us. Maybe we were never meant to be. But I’ve been alone before. I know how to survive. Only this time, I’m not walking away with my head down. Let him regret what he let go. Because I may have loved him once... But I won’t beg him twice.

Housing prices collapsed. My parents ran a real estate business. They and their long-time family friend, the Goodwin family, went into bankruptcy. My parents had me and my younger sister draw lots to decide who would marry into the Goodwin family to fulfill an old engagement. In my previous life, I drew the short stick. From that moment, I became a slave to both families. During the day, I needed to work to pay off the Goodwin family’s debt. At night, I needed to deliver food to cover my parents’ financial losses. I survived on scraps and slept in the cold. I continued to work even when I coughed up blood. That day, I went all out and finally secured a multimillion-dollar business deal. My heart burst with excitement. I was eager to tell them the good news. Across the street, I saw my parents get off a Rolls-Royce with wide grins. They dressed up in luxury brands from head to toe. Then, I saw my husband, Alfred, gently wrap one of his arms around my glamorous sister’s shoulder. I wanted to rush over and question them. But a speeding truck slammed into me and sent me flying away. I lay in a pool of blood while staring at them indignantly. I heard them chuckle softly. “What a pity… She was so close to enjoying a good life.” When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day I drew the lots. Since they liked to pretend to be broke, I would make it a reality!

I have spent ten years fighting against the fake heiress, Cynthia Powell, to secure the Powell family's inheritance. Eventually, we both set our sights on the eldest son of the wealthy Wright family, Robin Wright. In my first life, I secure the marriage, but on the very night the shares are transferred to my name, I die a gruesome death. Blood seeps from my eyes and mouth as I collapse. As I lie there dying, Robin calmly wipes the poisonous powder from his fingertips and smiles at me. "My apologies, Kathy Powell. You have to die for the sake of the woman I truly love." I repeatedly curse Cynthia in my heart. In my second life, I am determined to avoid being murdered by Cynthia and her lover. So, I pass the marriage opportunity over to Cynthia. On their wedding day, I'm relaxing at home with a face mask when the police burst through my door and handcuff me. "Cynthia's car was firebombed on the way to the wedding ceremony, and she was burned to a crisp. We found your fingerprints on the fuel tank. You're under arrest for arson and murder. Please come with us," the police orders. The news shocks me. I'm sentenced to death, all thanks to Robin's manipulation. When I wake up, I'm in my third life. After seeing the Wright family's marriage proposal on the table, Cynthia and I take a step back. A chill runs down both our spines. Robin is a curse. How is it that whoever marries him ends up dead?

Cheated and humiliated by her husband, the heiress Dahlia’s life is turned upside down. In a burst of anger she vows to prove to the world she doesn’t need anyone. An unplanned kiss with Dane, a young upcoming businessman who has secrets of his own; opens the doors to new possibilities and makes them join hands. What will happen when the two realise they have far more in common then they ever thought? When lies are uncovered and secrets are spilt, will their budding love blossom? Or will this world of danger, desire and deceit tear them apart? ----- "Are you naturally clumsy, Ms El Nazari, or do you just need an excuse to fall into my arms?” I frowned pushing him away, trying not to pay attention to how firm and toned his body was. "You can carry on wishing Mr Altaire,” I said haughtily, stepping closer I patted his cheek. “I don't do younger men.” ----- I'll close my eyes, Mama. So you can kiss Uncle!” Aria's words made my eyes widen in shock. "We aren't kissing!" I said, quickly rushing off to find a bowl for the beans. I didn't miss Dane's smirk as Aria's eyes became shadowed. Her cheerful mood from moments earlier vanished as she looked down at her shoes. "But I want uncle to be my daddy.”

He has to save his mother’s legacy from the clutches of power-starved beasts by marrying a suitable wife and producing an heir in less than a year. He has searched the whole world for a girl who can be the mother of his child, and the future of his legacy; but no one has caught his eyes. Until he meets her… ~~~ She is an independent woman who has built everything she has right from the scratch. She has her name embedded on every magazine as the youngest self-made billionaire and she will not stop until she climbs the success ladder to the top. She wants no distractions, she wants no relationships and cannot afford to waste any time. Her life revolves around her work, Until she finds herself pregnant… Will Dawn reach deeper into Liza and thaw the phobia of love and relationships? Will he make her fall in love with him naturally or will he resort to other means? Above all, will Liza agree to everything that Dawn has to say? I guess that remains to be seen…

Astrid Guevarra, isang 3rd Year college student na gusto lamang makapagtapos. Ngunit ang kanyang ina ay mukang may ibang plano para sa kanya. Sa hindi malaman na rason, siya ay ipinakasal (ibinenta) ng kanyang ina sa isang kilalang at mayaman na anak ng pamilyang ito. "Nay naman! Nag aaral pa po ako! 3rd year nako, malapit na ako grumaduate! Hindi ba kayang maaantay yun?!" "Hindi." Sa loob ng isang araw na yun, hindi na alam ni Astrid ang kanyang gagawin. Lahat ng pagod, galit, gulat at pagkabalisa naramdaman niya, ngunit wala naman siyang ibang magawa kundi tanggapin na lamang. Eh ano pa nga bang magagawa niya? Pumayag na ang kanyang nanay? Hindi rin naman ito makikinig sa kanya. Ngunit ng paggising niya galing sa kanyang mahimbing na tulog, ay kaharap na niya ang tatay ng kanyang papakasalan. "Are you okay Miss Astria?” "I'm Timothy Miller. Ang tatay ng iyong mapapangasawa na si Tristan Miller, ang aking anak.” At teka sino si Astria?! Ito na ba ang sinasabi ng kanyang nanay? Ngunit bakit wala siya rito?! Natulog lamang siya, at pag gising ibang tao na siya?! Anong ibig sabihin non? Siya ba ay namatay? Sa buhay din na ito, siya ay papakasalan sa hindi niya na naman kakilala, at nakamaskara ito?!

Kerana cinta Tia menjadi buta. Syamil mencipta neraka buat Tia sehingga gadis itu terseksa dan menderita. Dalam masa yang sama, Syamil ingin memiliki Fairuz kembali tetapi tidak ingin melepaskan Tia. “Kau boleh bersabar lagi dengan dia, Tia?” - Erin “Apa nak buat, aku dah terlanjur sayang.” - Tia Tia tekad untuk mengundur diri dan memulakan hidup baru di kampung. Di sana, Tia bertemu dengan Attar, lelaki pertama yang pernah bertakhta di hatinya. Syamil tiba-tiba hadir dengan satu permintaan gila. “Cuma awak yang layak untuk mengisi ruang itu, Tia.” - Syamil Mampukah Tia memenuhi permintaan lelaki neraka itu? Adakah cinta Tia dan Attar tidak akan pernah kesampaian, atau sememangya tidak pernah wujud dalam kamus hidup Tia?

He wasn’t supposed to notice her. She wasn’t supposed to want him. And her daughter definitely wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him first. “He’s not just dangerous,” she whispers to herself . “He’s the kind of man who ruins your life slowly… and makes you thank him for it.” He rides loud. He loves hard. And once he wants something, he doesn’t let go. “You don’t get to look at me like that,” she tells him. His smile is slow. Predatory. Certain. “I already did,” he says. “And now you’re mine.” She’s a single mother barely holding it together. He’s a biker king with blood on his hands and loyalty carved into his bones. Their worlds should never touch. But they collide anyway. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing to me?” he growls. Her back hits the wall. His body cages her in. “You think I’d touch you if I didn’t plan to keep you?” This isn’t a sweet romance. It’s raw. Possessive. Unforgiving. The kind of love that marks you. “Mummy,” her daughter says softly, holding his hand. “Can he stay forever?” He shouldn’t want them. But the idea of leaving them hurts worse than any knife. “I don’t share,” he tells her in the dark. “Not my bike. Not my club. And definitely not my woman.” One kiss turns into hunger. One night turns into obsession. And one choice could burn everything down. “If you climb on my bike,” he warns, voice low and lethal, “you don’t get off unchanged.”