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I woke up staring at divorce papers—from the guy I'd crushed on all through college. My name. His. Right there on the page. He said I cheated. Last thing I remembered? Getting ready to finally tell him how I felt at our graduation party. Now suddenly, we've got a four-year-old. And him? He looked at me like I was some rando off the street. No trace of the sweet, soft guy I used to know. Just ice. What did I miss? What the hell happened in the last five years?

Morgan Drake is a 2nd year resident at Sangela City Regional Hospital grappling with depression and addiction, following some recent stressful life events. Disillusioned with his work and current life situation, he is forced to take a trip where he encounters a mysterious s woman: the strong-willed, beautiful and intimidating Maddison Silva whom he is immediately drawn to. An introspective look reveals that he is inadequate for her, which leaves him with two choices: give up on her or put the broken pieces of his life back together. Which option does he choose? If its the latter, who is he changing for? More importantly, if he can get his life together, will she accept him?

The day my husband left the country on a business trip with his assistant, I learned—by sheer accident—that his archenemy was plotting revenge overseas. Without a second thought, I raced to the airport and stopped him from boarding the plane. But his assistant went ahead, alone. And over there, she was killed brutally. Not a trace of her remains was ever found. When my husband received the news, he fell apart. Wracked with guilt, eaten alive by remorse, he spiraled into a relentless, violent mania. In the past three years, I'd been in and out of hospitals more times than I could count because of him. And this time, he pushed me so far—I lost our child. Then I overheard a conversation between him and his secretary. "Sir, Casey is still alive. Why keep pretending you're sick? Aren't you afraid your wife will find out and leave you?" "Leave me? What right does she have to be angry?" He laughed coldly. "If she hadn't stopped me from going abroad, Casey would've never been lured away by that bastard. Everything Linda's suffering now—she brought it on herself."

Lexus Clark Salvatore still enjoying his bachelor's life. He doesn't do love only make love. It was a hot steamy night when his father called and said he needs to marry Celeste Hara Villamore. He is just pretending at first, until he didn't notice that he's already falling. What do you think will Lexus do? Entertain his feelings? Or just go with the flow?

Ethan Montenegro is Allison Garcia's impossible dream. Ito iyong sikat na heartthrob sa campus, at siya naman iyong saktong tahimik na nag-eexist lang sa background. Hindi siya napapansin at okay lang iyon sa kanya. Ethan and Allison's paths were never meant to cross until a mere nanosecond of eye contact changed everything. Since then, Ethan has become like bubblegum stuck on her shoe. Hindi na niya ito maipagpag dahil pirmi na itong nakadikit lagi sa kanya. Hanggang sa ang pagkakaibigan nila ay nauwi sa pagmamahalang noong una ay confident si Allison na kahit anong mangyari ay ipaglalaban nila ang isa't isa. Hindi niya akalaing isang araw, siya ang mismong gagawa ng paraan para kamuhian siya ng lalaking minamahal. She broke his heart and made sure the sin she committed was beyond redemption. When fate brings them together again, would Ethan find it in his heart to forgive Allison?

Hindi pa handa si Amelia na bumuo ng pamilya. Kaya nang pilitin siyang ipakasal sa matandang kaibigan ng kanyang ama bilang pambayad ng utang, wala siyang ibang pagpipilian kundi tumakas. Ngunit sa kanyang pagtakas, aksidente niyang naka-one-night stand ang bilyonaryong si Liam—isang lalaking matagal nang naghahanap ng perpektong asawa upang bumuo ng sariling pamilya. Paano kung ang isang gabing iyon ay nagbunga—at kambal pa? Ang sanang pagtakas ay nauwi sa isang malaking responsibilidad. Haharapin niya ba ang responsibilidad na bumuo ng sariling pamilya, o tatakas ulit?

On the day we were supposed to get our marriage license, Michael Robertson ghosted. I sat outside the County Clerk's Office for hours. Instead of him, I got a pic from his secretary, Kallie Clunt. She was in his lap, arms wrapped around him, making out like it was the hottest scene in a drama. [Sorry, Elsa. Michael said he had to comfort my broken heart. You don't mind, do you?] When I asked him about it, he just looked annoyed. "She gave me blood once. What's the big deal if I hang out with her? Can't you be a little more understanding?" My stomach dropped. I turned away and called his older brother. "Leon, do you still want to marry me?"

I'm hospitalized after a car accident that nearly costs me my leg. Meanwhile, my fiancé is too busy in the room next door taking care of his first love. She's only faking a sprained ankle. From that same room, I hear Johan Rivera's mocking voice. "Raelyn? She's just a pawn the old man picked for a political marriage. She's not even good enough to be your stand-in." In that moment, something in me finally breaks. I watch the news coverage of a rising business star who's surrounded by reporters and flashing cameras. He's also my childhood friend who has pursued me for ten years. I calmly send him a message. "Christian, does your offer for a contract marriage still stand?"

I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage. She paid my tuition with his father’s money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I’ll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose. Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me. So I moved into the Hunters’ mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell. Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more. I thought graduation meant freedom from him. I was wrong. Now he’s my stepbrother. He hates that I’m here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me. But hate isn’t clean anymore. It’s tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me, the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I’m shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more. He calls me Little Lamb, I call him every name I can think of under my breath. How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?

After her mum dies she has to learn how to live with someone who hasn't been in her life, can the boy next door help her with this big adjustment? Or does he add more pain to her life?