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Tarinio Castillion also known as 'The Castillion Hacker' isang magaling na agent na nabibilang sa secret department. Tagalutas ng kaso at tagapatay ng mga malalaking taong salot sa lipunan.A happy go lucky Castillion. Hindi man siya kabilang sa pitong magkakapatid itinuring siyang isa sa mga ito dahil sa dugong nananalaytay sa kanyang katawan.Womanizer. Fucker. Asshole. Son of a bicth. Lahat na ay nasa kanya, may kayabangan pero may ipagmayabang talaga. Isa siya sa malakas tumawa kapag nakikita niyang umiiyak ang kanyang mga pinsan dahil sa babae. Siya? Siya ang iniiyakan ng mga babae.Wala sa angkan nila ang pangit kaya ginagamit niya iyon para maikama ang mga babae. Bukod sa pagkakama ng mga babae araw araw ay ang pagiging agent ang talagang buhay niya. Pagdakip sa mga anay ng lipunan at mga drug syndicates na sumisira sa kinabukasan ng mga kabataan.At isa si Amanda Colen Trei sa mga taong iyon. Babaeng ulo ng pinakamalaking sindikato ng ipinagbabawal na gamot sa buong bansa. At si Tarinio ang humawak ng kaso para dakpin ito.Madadakip nga ba niya kung taliwas sa gawain nito ang ipinapakita ng inosenteng mukha ng dalaga?

I came to him broken at nineteen. He was my alpha, my guardian, forbidden in every way that mattered. Then I almost married his son. Almost. One betrayal. One ruined wedding. One night where Damien stopped being noble and started being mine. Now I know what those rough hands feel like wrapped around my throat. What that filthy mouth sounds like when he calls me good girl and means it in the dirtiest way possible. His son wanted a wife. His father wanted to own me. And God help me, I was always meant to be Daddy's.

“โกรธงั้นเหรอ เธอรู้ไหมว่ามีผู้หญิงตั้งหลายคนนะที่อยากรับตำแหน่งนี้ แม้แต่คืนเดียวผู้หญิงพวกนั้นก็ดีใจจะแย่แล้ว” “นั่นมันไม่ใช่ฉันไง คุณเป็นบ้าไปแล้วหรือไงต้องการอะไรถึงทำแบบนี้ ปล่อย! ปล่อย!” ชายหนุ่มกระชับกอดโอบรอบเอวบุษยาแน่นจนบุษยาไม่มีแรงดิ้น คนตัวสูงออกแรงหมุนตัว ให้บุษยาลงไปอยู่ใต้ร่างของเขาและบดจูบอย่างรวดเร็วไม่มีเวลาให้บุษยาได้ตั้งตัว

On the same day I was admitted into the hospital for my pregnancy, my husband, Charles Page, received 108 missed calls on his phone. It was from Sue, his mentee, a girl who had cancer. I asked if he was going to pick up, and he replied impatiently, "All she does is call me all day! Doesn't she have any other family? She's so annoying." Later, that very girl posted a photo of herself on the hospital rooftop, wearing a white dress. The caption said: [If I jump down from here, will I become a butterfly in my next life? Maybe then, everyone won't hate me.] Charles only glanced at the post before chuckling mockingly. "What does she mean, turn into a butterfly? Is she delusional?" But after that, he grew visibly restless, before rushing out and not returning all night. That night, I hemorrhaged and was taken into emergency care. When the nurse asked if I wanted to keep the baby, I looked at the empty space beside me and answered calmly. "No, I don't."

This Thanksgiving, Elmer Fuller finally agrees to go on a trip with me. But when I wake up in the hotel, I don't see him anywhere. I spend the entire day desperately searching for him, only to stumble across a social media post from his first love. It's a selfie of her and Elmer having a cozy family dinner with her parents. The caption reads, "Someone's finally meeting the parents on Thanksgiving night. Mom and Dad can stop pressuring me to get married now!" Around her neck is the scarf my mother knitted for me before she passed. I left a comment. "Stop using my things to flirt with my husband. Take the scarf off—you can have him." Not long after, she posts an update. The scarf is shredded into pieces and tossed into a dog bed, with the caption, "What trash—too filthy even for a dog!" Elmer likes the post.

I went abroad for a year to further my studies and kept in touch with my girlfriend through video calls every day. One day, I saw her first love posted a photo with a caption: [We are finally back together after ten years!] In the photo, my girlfriend was visibly pregnant, holding the arm of the man next to her with a sweet smile.

After five years of marriage, my wife’s childhood friend posted a photo of a property deed in his social media circle with the caption, [Thank you, Miss CEO, for transferring the house to me.] I was stunned when I saw the address on the deed—it was my home. Confused, I left a comment. [?] Almost immediately, my wife, Alice, called and scolded me. "He’s a single dad, so pitiful! I only transferred the house to his name to make it easier for his daughter to attend school. It doesn’t affect us living there. How can you be so heartless and lack even a shred of compassion?" In the background, I could hear her childhood friend complaining bitterly. Half an hour later, he posted on social media again and tagged me. This time, he showed off a $150,000 sports car with the caption, [Paid in full! As the saying goes, where a woman spends her money is where her heart lies.] I knew it was my wife who bought him the car to make up for upsetting him. But this time, I’ve made up my mind—I’m filing for divorce.

I had just gotten hospitalization prior to my operation when my wife told me she was going on an urgent business trip, leaving me and our one-year-old daughter behind. Two days later, her childhood sweetheart proudly posted a family photo on social media with a caption that said: “Took a picture of our happy family of three on our trip!” I looked at my wife who was smiling tenderly in the picture and commented, “?” My wife immediately called and berated me, “He's a single father who doesn’t have a wife to help take care of his child! All I did was take a picture with them, what are you being so defensive about?” That same evening, her childhood sweetheart posted a picture of a million-dollar dowry given to him with the caption: “After we took the picture, she insisted on giving me this as a dowry.” I knew my wife gave it to him to appease him. But this time, I was going to leave her for good.

By month four of my IVF treatments, my husband's childhood sweetheart posted a picture of herself cradling her baby bump. The caption? [Having a happy ending with my first love. A family of three.] And there he was—his hand in the shot, making a cutesy heart with hers. Oh, and the cherry on top? He was still wearing his wedding ring.

For five years, I thought our marriage was solid. Then, my husband, Lionel Franco’s first love, Sandra Howard, posted a photo of a property deed on her social media. The caption read: [Thank you, Lionel, for transferring the house to me.] I stared in disbelief and left a single comment: [WTF?] Lionel called within minutes. “She’s a struggling single mother. Transferring the house to her makes it easier for her son to get into school. It doesn’t affect where we live,” he snapped. “How can you be so lacking in compassion?” In the background, I heard her muffled sobs. Half an hour later, she tagged me in another post.  This time, she flaunted her Mercedes worth over a million dollars, with the caption: [Paid in full. As the saying goes, ‘Where a man spends his money, that's where his heart is’.] I knew he bought it to soothe her temper. But this time, I had enough. I decided to divorce him.