Marrying Mr Wrong

Babaeng tumakas sa mismong araw ng kasal dahil pinilit ito ng kanyang mga magulang kahit ayaw niya. Mas pinili na lamang niyang talikuran ang kanyang buhay at mag simula ng panibagong buhay na simple lang ngunit malaya at masaya siya. — Marianna Amythest Devera Villialon. Binatang nais makalaya sa higpit ng kanyang magulang ipinasa ang engagement sa kanyang pinsan dahil ayaw niyang mag pakasal sa taong hindi naman niya minamahal. Mapaglarong tadhana dahil sila'y muling ipinag harap. —Jaile Rode Cuiz Dela Fiña. Anong gagawin ni Jaile kapag nalamang niyang ang babaeng nakilala niya sa Zambales ay ang babaeng dapat pakakasalan niya na ipinasa niya kay Renzo na kanyang pinsan?

I was always flying for work, so I left the whole renovation thing to my husband, Daxton Pruitt. This time, my flight got scrapped last minute, so I swung by the house to check in. The second I stepped inside, some woman named Mona Scambley, who claimed she was the designer, chucked a stack of invoices at me. Couples' lingerie display case: $15,000. High-end waterbed: $40,000. One glance at that pile of overpriced tacky nonsense made me nauseous. My brows pulled tight. "Ms. Scambley, this is a private house, not some couples' motel. What is all this?" Her face flipped in a heartbeat. She jabbed a finger at me. "The owner gave those orders. You're just the site supervisor. Disobey me again, and I'll have Mr. Pruitt fire you!" Then she spun around and called Daxton right there. I laughed, cold and low, about to ask what kind of clown show designer he'd hired—until I heard his voice. Gentle. Doting. "This is Mona and my love nest. We'll do whatever we want. Don't like it? Get out." I smiled, snatched the list from Mona, and nodded. "Sure." One week later, that overpriced waterbed showed up—Daxton, very much not smiling.

"Here's my calling card. Call me if you need something…" One night stand. Iyon ang nangyari sa pagitan nina Graciella Santiago at ng lalaking hindi niya kilala. Akala niya ay hindi na niya ito muling makikita pa pero isang buwan matapos ang una nilang tagpo, nalaman nalang niyang dinadala na niya ang anak nito. Wala naman dapat siyang balak na tawagan ang lalaki pero nang mapagdesisyunan ng kanyang ina na ipakasal siya sa isang matandang hukluban kapalit ng pera, agad niyang tinawagan ang estranghero na ama ng kanyang anak para pakasalan siya! Akala niya isang gaya lamang niya si Drake Levine Yoshida subalit isang araw natuklasan nalang niya na ang lalaking basta nalang niya niyaya ng kasal ay isa palang mayamang lalaki! At hindi lang basta mayaman kundi isang bilyonaryo at nagmamay-ari ng kumpanyang pinagtatrabahuan niya!

Seorang lulusan terbaik Al-Azhar bernama Reyhan, akan meminang nona cantik bernama Lyodra Arabella Rawles, atas dasar perjodohan. Kepribadiaan keduanya yang sangat bertolak belakang menjadikan keduanya sulit berkomunikasi, Ditambah sifat keras kepala Lyodra yang membuat Margin muak, dan ingin menukar menantunya dengan Rara sahabat Lyodra sendiri. Terlebih kisah masa lalu antara Orangtua Reyhan dan Lyodra yang masih saja menjadi misteri awal mulanya gagasan perjodohan ini diutarakan.

The news spread quickly—my mate, David Jonson, had been promoted to Tactical Analyst and was heading to Texline to take on a new assignment. He proudly shared the news with every member of the pack—everyone except me, his mate. I was the only one he hid the truth from. Why? Because in his eyes, I wasn't a smart mate. My wolf had been badly damaged in the past, so I had a poor memory and I tended to be clingy constantly, something he looked down on with disdain. "I'm really grateful to my best friend, Commander Johnson, who governs in Texas, for recommending me so I could get this promotion." I overheard him say to someone. "As for Pearl? That clingy she-wolf who follows me everywhere—there's no need to tell her. She'll come to Texline looking for me anyway." Hearing his words, I was excited—finally, a chance to prove I had a sharp memory after all. I stormed to my room and began packing my clothes. David had always made decisions without me, often leaving me behind. But this time, I would leave first. I would get to Texline before him, and when he arrived to find me already there, he'd be shocked at how clever I could be. But the next day, when I arrived at the airport, my confidence crumbled. I stood at the counter, suddenly blank. I couldn't remember where I was supposed to go—Texline, Texas, or Tennessee? My damaged memory failed me again. The last flight to Texas was about to depart, and the impatient airport staff didn't want to wait for me. She rolled her eyes and was about to close the gate. Worried I might miss the flight, I gave her a pleading smile and said, "Texas, Miss. I'm going to Texas."

"If I touched you, you’d never go back to him." Arden's words rang in my head. My breath caught. Now that I was out of the palace, nothing stood between us. No gilded cages. No cameras in every corner. No Ivana breathing down my neck. Nothing to stop him from making good on those words. And the worst part? A traitorous part of me was curious. What if he was right? Arden was Richard’s brother. The wrong man. The forbidden man. And yet my body betrayed me. My heart beat harder just thinking about him. My lips tingled at the memory of his voice, his smirk, the way his eyes had lingered on me like he saw everything I tried to hide.

Imagine loving someone in secret for a decade, watching them chase the one person who could never truly accept them, believing their wedding would finally free them and you, only to see him drop to his knees in front of everyone, begging her to stay and calling you, his best friend and secret mate, “just friend”. The pain rips through you, you drown it in alcohol, follow a scent that feels like home, and wake up beside a man who looks exactly like him and wants nothing more than to ruin you, strip every ounce of innocence from your bones, and worship the grounds of your sanctuary day and night.

Alliyah Agustin thought her life was finally falling into place. She was about to marry her long-time boyfriend, Chester — the man she’d built her dreams around, the man everyone envied her for. The venue gleamed with gold, the air smelled of white roses, and her so-called best friend, Kassandrah, stood by her side as maid of honor. Everything was perfect. Until it wasn’t. When the ceremony began, Chester was nowhere to be found. In his place stood a stranger — dark suit, darker eyes, a smirk that didn’t belong anywhere near an altar. The crowd murmured, the priest hesitated, and before she could even process what was happening, the papers were signed. She had just married Alexander Nicholas Astley, one of the most powerful billionaires in the country — and the most feared man in the underground world. What Alliyah didn’t know was that her “perfect” fiancé and “trusted” friend had sold her — a deal made to clear a debt, sealed with her hand in marriage. And in the dangerous world she was dragged into, her survival would depend on one impossible question: Was Alexander her captor… or her savior?

"I would rather marry a maid and live in a slum than help you with your freaking business." A statement Lennon left his father out of his anger when he offered him to work in their own company. He left without knowing he only gave his dad an idea of what to do to make him change—or a punishment for his rudeness and disrespect. Wish granted! But he didn't kick Lennon out of his house to live in the street. He found it perfect timing because their Filipina servant needed help, and William had a better plan for the two for his greater benefit. How about Anita, who suddenly became a tool for William's plans? What if she found out the real reason—that her boss lied?

Isolde Vancrest had witnessed the ultimate betrayal. Her long-time fiancé, Alan Princeton, had gotten his own sister-in-law pregnant, and he had the audacity to defend it. Alan: "You can't have children. The family can't end with me." How ironic. This was the same man who had once knelt nine times to propose, swearing he would rather be sterile than ever hurt her. If love was a joke, then pride had lost all meaning. That night, Isolde called the one man in Southbridge whose name most people feared to speak. By morning, she was his wife. When Alan saw her again, it was at her wedding. He dropped to his knees, eyes red. Alan: "Honey, I was wrong. Please… look at me." Isolde took a step back and fell into the arms of the man behind her. "The Prince," the ruthless ruler of half the city, wrapped an arm around her waist. "Seems you've forgotten your place." His voice was biting cold as he looked down at Alan. "Now she’s someone you don’t deserve to even look at."