Ninjago Echo Zane

She’s loud. He’s cold. She believes in happy endings. He doesn’t believe in love at all. Sa mundo ng luxury, deadlines, at perfection, siya ang lalaking hindi marunong ngumiti. Cesar Araneta, 35, CEO ng Luxe Life Magazine, gwapo, matalino, at mayaman — pero kilalang pusong bato. Para sa kanya, ang feelings ay sagabal, at ang pag-ibig ay walang lugar sa success story niya. Hanggang dumating si Gabriela “Gavine” Gutierrez, isang Gen Z aspiring writer na kasing ingay ng alarm clock at kasing saya ng kape sa umaga. Masayahin, palpak minsan, pero may tapang at puso.Hindi siya intimidated sa suplado niyang boss sa katunayan, crush pa nga niya ito simula pa college! Ngunit isang viral post ang gugulo sa tahimik na buhay ni Cesar. Ang “Heartless but Handsome Boss” article ni Gavine ay magpapainit hindi lang ng internet, kundi pati ng opisina ng Luxe Life. But when her “Heartless but Handsome” post goes viral, their worlds collide in the most chaotic, hilarious, and unexpectedly romantic way. Pero paano nga ba magtatagpo ang dalawang magkaibang mundo? Siya, mayaman, sikat, at sanay na lahat sumusunod. At siya, simpleng dalaga lang walang pangalan sa lipunan, pero may pusong kayang umintindi kahit sa pinaka-malamig na tao. “You called me heartless.” Can a cheerful nobody melts the heart of a man who thinks love is overrated? Maybe love isn’t overrated after all — maybe it just needed the right kind of disaster to begin.

Riza Gomez only wanted one thing, to shut up her ex and her evil stepsister. Ang plano? Mag-hire ng fake boyfriend na may konting porma at swag — para lang ipakitang she’s totally moved on. Then nakilala niya itong si Kenneth Sy, a mysterious “mechanic” na may ngiting nakakainis pero strangely attractive. Mabilis ang usapan, one thousand five hundred pesos per month. No feelings involved. No strings attached. Simple, ‘di ba? Well... not when your “mechanic bf” suddenly shows up in a luxury car, wearing a suit, and being called “Sir Kenneth” by hotel managers. Turns out, she didn’t just hire a fake boyfriend — she accidentally signed up for the most complicated love contract ever... with a billionaire in disguise. Now Riza must survive pretending in front of her ex, her family, and the whole city. She only wanted a drama-free act, but love had other plans and this time, there’s no “cut” or “take 2.” "When the contract ends, will their love expire too?”

For five years, I was married to the heir of the Romano family, Italy's biggest crime family. Every night, he'd hold me and whisper, "Just give me an heir, and I'll give him the entire Romano empire." But I never got pregnant, and the Don's disappointment in me grew with every passing month. Until I found out my husband had been secretly swapping my folic acid for birth control pills. I was still reeling from the fury when I saw a post from his ex-girlfriend: an ultrasound photo. Her caption was sweet and smug: “Ten weeks along. Vincent said he can’t wait to meet the baby.” Seeing the flood of congratulations, my mind was made up. I found the contact info for my ex-boyfriend—the one who’d spent the last five years trying to get me back. I sent him a single text. 【Give me one month. Then I’m coming with you.】

In the middle of the night, my husband started talking in his sleep. "My little treasure, Daddy's taking you and Mommy to the new house tomorrow." But we were using protection. Where the hell did a kid come from? So I opened his phone. I saw the money transfers to another woman—spent on all kinds of luxury shit and a house. The photo album had pictures of her in a skimpy stripper outfit, a little bump in her belly. The last one was an ultrasound. Four months along, it looked like. I didn't make a sound. Just saved the evidence. They were about to learn the price of betraying a mafia princess.

fter catching my husband, Dante, in bed with his assistant, Angelina, again, I did something stupid. I leaked the video. I wanted the whole world to see them for what they were. But all I got was a lawsuit from the family and a six-month jail sentence. And an essay from my son titled, “My Mother Is Crazy.” That’s when I finally broke. I filed for divorce and gave up custody of our son. The day I left, Dante sneered at me. "Where you gonna go without me, Isabella? It's not too late to come crawling back." What he didn't know was that my mother runs the Wright family—the biggest outfit in Italy. And I'm her only heir.

The night I came of age, the vampire prince Damon couldn’t wait to drag me to his bed. He took me with a desperate, wild hunger that lasted all night long. My body ached, but my heart was full. I’d been his blood servant for ten years. I thought he was finally ready to give me the Embrace, to make me his forever. But after, as he held me and talked on the phone with my foster brother, I heard Marcus ask him in Latin, “So, Master, how did my little sister taste? You know how many men would kill to be in your place? They all think she's a goddess.” Damon's lips curled. “Not bad. A little green. Not nearly wild enough for my tastes.” Marcus laughed. “Well, she's been hopelessly devoted to you since she was a kid. Never even dated.” Then Damon’s voice lowered. “Don't tell Serena about Elena. I have to marry a noble vampire like her in the end, and I don't want her upset.” “A little human like Elena… she's just good for practice.” But Damon didn't know I'd secretly learned Latin just to feel worthy of him. Hearing that, I didn't say a word. I just quietly changed my college application from the University of New Orleans to my dream school, University of Oxford.

Five years into my marriage to the Don, Ives Moretti, he left me for dead during a shootout to get his mistress, Isabella, to safety. I woke up three days later in a private hospital room. No apology. Ives was cold. “You’re my wife. You knew the risks. Stop being so dramatic.” Then, he added, “Isabella’s different. She’s fragile. She needed me.” That was followed by three months of the silent treatment. Like always, he expected me to be the one to break, to come crawling back begging for forgiveness. Three months later, I handed the Irish deal to Isabella on a silver platter. The big one I’d spent half a year building myself. Ives thought it was a peace offering. He smiled, a rare, genuine thing these days. “I knew you’d come around. As a reward, we’ll go to Vegas. I know you’ve always wanted to go.” The next day, Isabella whined about being bored, and he broke his promise. He took her to Vegas instead. Told me it was “urgent family business.” This time, I didn’t cry. Didn’t make a scene. Ives was pleased I was being so understanding. He had no idea I was already cutting all ties to the Moretti family. That he’d already signed the divorce papers. I was free.

I am Alpha Dominic’s fated mate. I saved him when he was at his lowest. He didn't care that I was just an ordinary Omega. Countless times, as we mated, he’d kiss me like he was starving for me, whispering that I was a gift from the Moon Goddess herself. But that was before his ex—the high-born she-wolf, Chloe—came back. He started letting his pack walk all over me. And when my grandmother was framed for poisoning Chloe, he had her thrown in the dungeon cells without a second thought. I begged him, but Dominic just shot me a cold, warning look. "Evelyn, our mating ceremony is a week away. Don't let this scandal ruin it." He didn't know. That night, my grandmother died in those cells. And I made a decision. I refuse to be his Luna.

My Alpha was gravely wounded in a battle with a rival pack. But I wasn’t worried. I wasn’t even flustered. I let him go, three thousand kilometers away, to be healed. Because in my past life, Damien got himself injured on purpose, all to give his healer mistress, Isla, a shot at glory. Worried sick about him, I forced our pack’s healers to treat him instead. But Isla lost her one shot at fame. Without it, she couldn't secure her place in any pack and eventually killed herself. Damien's life was saved, but he blamed me for her death. He poisoned me, leaving me to die in agony. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right before Damien got hurt.

The sixth year I gave up my family, my name, everything, to be with Marcus. That’s when I found out I was just a stand-in for the one he could never forget. And now, she was back. I accepted my family’s arrangement. The marriage alliance. The day my engagement dress arrived at the office, Marcus looked pissed. “I thought we agreed we’d get married when my career was more stable.” I said nothing. But when the wedding invitation arrived, Marcus finally broke. The groom wasn't him. It was the heir to the Moretti family.