Orange Caramel

Amelia's life shifted once she started working at Lou Housing Entertainment. She fell in love with her boss, who lived a secretive life. Amelia eventually began to recollect all that had occurred in her previous life between her (Juial) her husband Locus. After all those years, all of her memories eventually came flooding back to her. Locus once was married to a lovely lady named Juial, who was 9 months pregnant when the original ones discovered that she might be expecting a half-vampire, half-human child and decided to kill her. And then there came the time when she was reborn as Amelia. "Will Amelia continue her love for Locus after knowing his dark secret?" "Is Locus going to sacrifice his life for her?" Guess we have to wait and see"

Mengidap amnesia sejak usia 8 tahun, tepat saat bibi menemukanku di samping tumpukan sampah jalan Serdadu, membuatku menjadi anak yatim piatu sekaligus tuna wisma yang tidak memiliki siapa pun. Pergi ke psikeater mungkin adalah cara terbaik yang dimiliki bibi, ketika kondisi mentalku terus memburuk ketika hujan turun. Trauma itu, membuatku menutup rapat-rapat cela ingatan masa laluku. Tepat saat secuil memoriku kembali, dan aku melihat derasnya darah yang mengalir tanpa henti di tengah lebatnya hujan. Selain itu, aku mengingat wajah yang tidak asing membawaku pergi, tepat setelah dia menusuk seseorang dengan tangan kotornya.

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**MATURE CONTENT** When a Gay Meets His Match: A Badass Lady Bodyguard with a pretty cheeky brain. Si Fourth Misuaris ay isang mayamang A-list actor—rebellious, palaban, at sanay sa buhay na siya ang nasusunod. Ngunit magbabago ang lahat nang dumating si Caramel Morgan, isang dating secret agent na ini-hire ng daddy niya na maging bodyguard at office secretary niya. Hindi alam ni Fourth, matagal na silang may koneksyon. Limang taon na ang nakalipas mula nang maganap ang isang gabi ng pagkakamali sa pagitan nila. Isang gabi na nagbunga ng isang lihim na anak. Habang pilit tinatago ni Caramel ang nakaraan, hindi niya maitanggi ang muling pag-usbong ng damdamin sa pagitan nila. Ngunit kasabay ng paglapit ng mga puso nila ay ang lalong paglala ng mga komplikasyon: arranged marriage, mga lihim, at mga planong hindi natuloy. Pagkalipas ng ilang taon ng pagkakahiwalay at sakit, muling bumalik si Fourth, handang ipaglaban ang kanyang pamilya. Ngunit puno pa rin ng sugat ang kanilang nakaraan. Isang dramatic rescue, isang gabi ng katotohanan, at isang muling pagkakataon ang magtutulak sa kanila sa desisyong piliin ang isa’t isa hindi dahil kailangan, kundi dahil mahal nila ang isa’t isa nang totoo. Isang kwento ng pagmamahalan, pamilya, at tapang kung saan ang tunay na pag-ibig ang magtatapos sa lahat ng sakit.

Life has a lot of things in store for us. We feel we are destined to be with someone or destined to be somewhere but later realise that it was just meant to be for some time. Avina Walker is the second daughter of the Walker family. Her father owns one of the biggest textile industries in Los Angeles. Despite having all the luxuries at her beck and call, she still felt lonely and sad. Her mother doesn't like her and her sister switches from being nice to being cold or cruel. She did all she could to be accepted but it feels like she was just meant to be an outcast. Her elder sister is engaged but Avina was not bothered and kept working hard. As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months and months into years, Avina's father worried about the single status of his daughter and didn't know what to do. Luck finally smiled at him when one of his friends and business partner also seem to have the same worry concerning his son. ************* Carter Blake Sanchez is a self-made billionaire and an heir to a conglomerate business, in Los Angeles. His name is known to both the old and young. His name is always on the front page of business magazines or fashion magazines. He has a few scandals on his name but his reputation and image have never been tarnished/tampered with. He mostly talks about business and how he got to achieve all he has. Questions about him getting married have always popped up during his interviews but he always ignores them. His handsomeness was enough to help him get a get but he was heartbroken and preferred to work. This got his parents worried and they played the role of matchmakers.

My fiance, Dante de Rossi, is the heir to a mafia family in Manhorne, and he loves me dearly. Yet, a month before our wedding, he says his family has arranged for him to have a baby with his childhood friend, Isobel de Luca. Despite my refusal to agree to it, he brings it up daily and tries to push me into it. Half a month before the wedding, I receive a pregnancy report. I find out that Isobel is over a month pregnant. I have yet to give Dante my permission. This is when I realize just how fragile our years-long relationship is. I cancel the wedding and destroy everything he has ever given me. On the day of the wedding, I set off for Etolia to further my medical career. I accept a role with an international medical organization, severing all ties with the mafia. From that moment onward, he and I no longer have anything to do with each other!

Vincenzo Moretti was Stonehaven’s youngest financial titan— a tech mogul commanding a multibillion-dollar empire, gracing the covers of business magazines as a modern legend. But only a select few knew the truth: he was also the ruthless Don controlling the East Coast mafia. To him, wealth and power were mere chips in a game. And I? I was just another pawn used to stabilize a fragile family alliance. In our ten-year marriage, he slept with my friends, my coworkers… every single person I once trusted. Then one morning, as I took our one-month-old baby for a routine checkup, Sienna Newton, his latest mistress, ran me down with her car. The baby screamed endlessly. I begged her to take us to the hospital, and when Vincenzo arrived, he looked at me with cold disdain. “Isabella,” he sneered, “when did you learn to stage accidents? “Even if you died here, I wouldn’t bat an eye.” Then he took Sienna’s hand and walked away without a backward glance. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, the child in my arms had suffocated. Upon hearing the news, my mother suffered a heart attack. She didn’t survive. I slipped into a coma for two days. When I finally woke up, I found out that Vincenzo never visited. Instead, his father, Renato Moretti, the true king of the Moretti empire, stood by my bedside. I looked at him calmly and said, “Let me go. Whatever I owed your family, I’ve repaid in full with two lives.” Later, that same Don who had once looked down on me knelt before me, begging me to come home. But I was no longer the woman who waited, silent and broken, for his change of heart. I was the Don’s wife who turned away and never looked back.

I had been with Lars Carter for six years. The head of Midas Capital in Eastwind City, he was a rising star in Riverton's Silver Street—the heart of this nation's financial world. Few knew his true roots. Within him flowed the Vitalus bloodline. Lars descended from an old mafia clan from the city of Virgil in Vitalus, the Viktors. Midas Capital was ours. We built it from the ground up together; Lars would haunt private clubs, ironing out business deals amid drinks. I would stay by his side, doing the accounts, steering the direction of the negotiations, and memorizing every detail of the high-stakes contracts. We did everything together—a tight team. Or so I thought. In my naivete, I was convinced I would rule the city alongside him. The woman behind the man, so to speak. …Until Pearl Ross arrived two months ago. His childhood sweetheart moved from Virgil to Eastwind City. It was then that I knew—she was the one he was waiting for all along. It had always been her. "Lars, I want to get married." Lars' face tightened; hesitation veiled in businesslike concern. "Bianca, you know the company's at a critical stage… We're mid-fundraising. I can't right now." I smiled, calm and composed. "That's fine." He misunderstood. I was getting married—just not to him.

After three miscarriages for Xavier Lowe, I see it—my mother-in-law has three years left, my father-in-law nine years, and my sister-in-law two years. I say nothing. After the third miscarriage, my mother-in-law blames me, calling me a curse who "kills" children. My sister-in-law sneers, saying she almost died in a car crash the year I married Xavier—as if my bad luck dragged her down. My mother-in-law snaps, "She can't even keep a child. It must be because she's cursed!" Xavier just stands there, silent. He doesn't say a single word for me. I know that, deep down, he believes that I bring bad luck. Maybe it's also because he already has someone else—his secretary, Yvette Snyder. His mother has always liked her better, and he clung to her the night I lost my third child. I don't explain because I know the truth will only destroy them faster. On my 28th birthday, I catch a glimpse of my own countdown in the mirror. On that day, I take a leave of absence. I go to the funeral home and pick out an urn—pure white, just like the wedding dress I once wore. Wearing a beautiful floral dress, I text Xavier, asking him to meet me at the lake where we first met ten years ago. I wait from daylight until nightfall as my countdown ticks to zero. I die, and he never shows up.

The Moretti Family's Thanksgiving party was in full swing downstairs—crystal clinks, fake laughs, classic mafia gloss. Meanwhile, I was curled up in a servant's room on the third floor. Jackson Moretti's wife. Legally, anyway. My hands were ice. I gripped the ultrasound report like it could anchor me. Three heartbeats. Strong, steady. It was supposed to be a surprise—his big Thanksgiving gift. To the outside world, Jackson was a polished Stanford grad, running a top-tier consulting firm in San Francisco. But behind the scenes? He ran the Moretti empire—cold, calculated, pulling strings in the West Coast's darkest corners. Three years of marriage and we barely spoke, but I still clung to the hope that maybe... maybe there was something real left. Then I heard him downstairs. "You really not letting your wife come down?" "Isabella?" He laughed. "She'd kill the vibe." Another voice chimed in. "Lina's back, right? Wild you married her twin. Which one do you actually like?" Jackson didn't miss a beat. "Isabella's just a stand-in. Quiet. Predictable. I could tell her to drop dead and she'd say 'okay.'" "So when are you ditching her?" "Dunno. She thinks she matters. I'm just playing her." I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sob. A minute later, I was heading downstairs, numb. I brushed my fingers over my belly. "Sorry, babies," I whispered. Triplets. His. He thought I was blind. Weak. Stuck. What he didn't know? A quiet woman, once she snaps—she can burn it all down.