No Strings Attached

"WHY?...Why are you doing this to me?" he scremed defening my ears. "I..." before I could say something he grabbed me by my arms and before I knew it, I was pinned to the wall. "Why would you say such a thing? I could never even think about anyone else but you, then how dare you suggest Mom about my second marriage?!" he said through grunted teeth with eyes daggered deep into mine. Desperate, searching for an answer. 'Don't cry....Don't cry...' I kept on repeating in my head. Don't let him see your pain. Don't let him know the reason why you are ready to give the love of your life to someone else. Don't let him know.....the truth that....you're DYING. .......Don't love someone soo much that you can't let them go...... Sania's life changes when she's asked to marry a total stranger by giving up her mundane yet perfect life. Zaheer is the most charming and perfect husband you'd ever find. Love finds its way and thier life was perfect until, Sania gets the greatest shock of her life and takes the most cruel decision. To share her love....her husband with someone else. But....is life really soo perfect as we think?

This is a love story of two brilliant individuals who are made for each other. Dr. Niharika Sehgal, a badass businesswoman is ruling over the cosmetic industry. She is keen on funding a project for the production of organic anti-aging cosmetics. Born with a silver spoon, she is indeed, beauty with brains. Dr. Arpit Khandelwal, is a renowned botanist working over wide range of plants discovering their anti-aging properties. Being from a normal family and having sudied from Cambridge, he is indeed, a brilliant man. Interestingly both of our protagonists are graduated from same college. Let's discover the affectionate journey of Niharika and Arpit pulling up the strings of love. Let's began the rollercoaster ride.

Strings Series Book 1 To avenge the life of a fallen autistic woman, that is Sisu's goal after entering Sian's body. Not until things went array and she discovered secrets after secrets. What will she do when these revealed her connection to this girl's life from the past and the future?

She buried Riley once… but some ghosts don’t stay in the ground. Valery’s heart has been locked away since the day she lost him. Despite their sour past, Derrick’s love is steady, patient - just enough to make her believe in a future again. Until Ryan walks in. This was Riley’s twin. His mirror. His shadow. One look from him, and the past crashes into the present, threatening to shatter everything she’s rebuilt. Will Valery fight for the love she’s found… or surrender to the one she’s never been able to let go?

Scarlet blood trickled from my thigh as I clutched Arvin Owen's hand. "My belly... It hurts so much..." He shook off my hand indifferently. "Come on, I know it's chicken blood you are using. Debby just suffered abuse from her husband and is now in the hospital without anyone to care for her. Don't be so spoiled!" But what flowed from me was not chicken blood. It was my life slipping away.

Buong buhay na pinangarap ni Venice na mapakasalan ang kaniyang childhood crush—pero sadyang mapagbiro ang tadhana. Naangkin niya nga sa papel si Teo, pero ang puso ng asawa ay matagal nang pagmamay-ari ng iba. Simula nang bumalik ang natatanging babae sa buhay ni Teo, mas lalong nanlamig ang kanilang relasyon. Ang laging katwiran—malubha at bilang na lang ang oras sa mundo ni Rhea. Sa loob ng limang taon, nagpabulag si Venice sa bait-baitan ng sariling mag-ama. Sa mismong ika-limang anibersaryo, saka lamang nabuo ang desisyon niya—iiwan ni Venice si Miguel at Teo. Husto na ang kaniyang pagdurusa. Pero pa'no kung ang malamig niyang asawa ay tumanggi sa diborsiyo? Matatakasan pa rin ba ni Venice ang mapait niyang kapalaran? Marahil kailangan niya ng tulong—sa pagbabalik ng lalaking tunay na nagmahal sa kaniya, magagawa bang kalimutan ni Venice ang nakaraan?

Sa edad na 19, gumuho ang mundo ni Castheophy Ynares nang misteryosong mamatay ang kanyang mga magulang, iniwan siyang nag-iisa upang alagaan ang tatlo niyang nakababatang kapatid. At sa isang iglap, nawala rin ang yaman at seguridad na inaakala niyang habambuhay nilang sandigan. Pero hindi siya sumuko. Sa loob ng limang taon, nagpakahirap siya, tiniis ang lahat ng sakit at gutom, hanggang sa tuluyan siyang makapagtapos bilang Summa Cum Laude sa Ateneo de Iloilo. Ngunit sa pagpasok niya sa bagong mundo bilang isang abogado, isang trahedya ang agad na sumalubong sa kanya—napagbintangan siyang nagnakaw ng mahahalagang files. At doon niya nakilala si Jaiden Wench. Makapangyarihan. Misteryoso. Walang awa. Siya ang lalaking hindi lang may kakayahang manipulahin ang mundo, kundi pati ang puso ni Castheophy. "You think you can escape me, Castheophy?" bulong nito, ang tinig ay malamig at puno ng panunuya. "You stepped into my world—now, you’re mine." Dahil sa isang kontratang wala siyang lusot, napilitan siyang manatili sa piling ni Jaiden. Ngunit sa bawat araw na lumilipas, mas lalong lumalalim ang laban sa pagitan nila. Galit o tukso? Laro o katotohanan? Habang tinutuklas niya ang madilim na nakaraan ng lalaking ito, isang bagay ang hindi niya maitatanggi—unti-unti siyang nahuhulog sa demonyong hindi niya dapat mahalin. Ngunit sa larong ito, may kailangang matalo. May kailangang magsakripisyo. At may kailangang mawala. Sa huli, pag-ibig nga ba ang magpapalaya sa kanya—o ito rin ang tuluyang wawasak sa kanya?

Moans. I hear moans. "Ugh! Faster!" I covered my ears like an innocent child hoping that they would quite down. I ran back down the kitchen and drank a glass of water. I'm not paid enough for this. Thinking back and I was already regretting my life decisions— NOT! Now that I have discovered how much of a big womanizer this fiancée of mine is, I think I now have a reason to dump him. Disguised as his maid is so hard just to get intel unto what his true colors actually are. Honestly wasn't the best idea, but it definitely is the most efficient one. I sat on the counter of the kitchen and rested my head on the table over my folded arms. Perhaps a nap might help innocent me up. Just when slumber finally came, I heard sloppy footsteps coming down the staircase. The "young master" finally finished his business. I went to meet them at the bottom of the stairs to greet his lady friend safety on her way home. "I can't wait for tomorrow night," she said in a seductive tone and batted her lashes on him. I held back my urge to barf. Her arms are all over him as if she was the drunk one when in fact it was my good for nothing fiancé. "You're too loud," Timothee replied as it was his way of rejecting girls. And yes, another girl cried that night. She won't be expecting to sleep with him again. As the lady went out the door, I look at the young master. His hair wet, topless and jeans unbuttoned. "Don't drool over me, scullery maid." And with that he went back up. Jerk!

I chase my six-year-old daughter out of the house on a cold winter day. I cut her new clothes to pieces and dirty her dainty little face with mud. Then, I give her all my savings. She looks at me tearfully and reaches out for me, wanting me to hold her. However, I harden my heart and push her away, saying, "Leave! Go to Bowen Group and look for their CEO, Logan Bowen. Show him my death certificate and your DNA test—he'll take you in." She sobs while looking at me. "Don't you want me anymore, Mommy? Let's go look for Daddy together." After a brief silence, I say, "I can't go with you. I lied to him back then to have you." Yes, I'm a liar. I orchestrated everything from meeting Logan, dating him, to ultimately leaving him with his child in my womb. Even the death certificate I've given my daughter is fake. From beginning to end, I've lied to him about everything except our daughter.

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]