Over Door Iron Board

Vivian Kim spent twenty years on the runway, managed by her mother, a former model who pushed her to the top. Together, they were unstoppable. But when her mother suddenly dies, Vivian’s career crumbles. At twenty-nine, the fashion world calls her too old and too faded to matter. Determined to start over, Vivian moves to Avron, a city of glass towers and endless ambition. She dreams of creating her own fashion brand and living life on her own terms. What she doesn’t expect is to clash with Vincent Evans on her very first day. Vincent is Avron’s cold and powerful billionaire, a man who trusts no one but the girl he adopted. To him, Vivian is nothing but trouble. To her, he is arrogant, impossible, and infuriatingly magnetic. One harmless lie soon spirals into scandal. To protect his empire and her reputation, they agree to a fake dating contract. But as every glance grows hotter and every rule starts to blur, both must face a dangerous question: What happens when pretending is no longer enough?

John Aquino, a famous basketball player just met a heartbreak with his six months girlfriend named Kate. Isang buwan din bago tuluyang makalimutan ni John lahat ng sakit na dinulot ng kanyang ex-girlfriend. Sa isang buwan na iyon ay doon niya nakilala ang tauhan ni Julia na bagong kapit-bahay ni John, isang babaeng mabait, disente, at pinapahalagahan ang pamilya. Napakabilis ng pangyayari nang biglang nahulog ang loob ni John sa bagong kapit-bahay niya. Lahat din tayo ay may haharaping problema sa buhay, even the past will hunt us in the future. The thing is, will we let the past hunt us forever, or will we just accept it?

A stampede happened at my daughter's kindergarten. Timothy Horuson was in a hurry to save his first love's son, and he pulled away someone else's hand. A hand reached out to him, hoping for him to save her. His daughter's hand. And the light in my daughter's eyes faded. The longing for fatherly love she had held on to for so long vanished. I risked my life to save her. She looked at me quietly. "I'll go with you, Mom. We'll leave Dad behind and go somewhere he'll never find us."

Sa Isang mahiwagang mundo na binuo ng pag iibigan ng isang diwata at isang engkanto, isang kilalang hari at reyna sa palasyo ng gardenya. Nabuo ang kanilang pagmamahalan sa pagdating ng isang supling na babae. Isang napakagandang bata na may taglay na kakaibang kapangyarihan. Binigyan ng pagkakakilanlan ang sanggol at tinawag nila itong Princess Lucia. Pinagdiwang nila ang pagdating ng bagong itinakdang maghari sa buong gardenya. Subalit sisirain ito ng isang mapaghiganti na may maitim na mahika ang kasiyahang nagaganap. Dumilim ang kalangitan at namatay ang lahat ng mga puno at halaman ang buong kaharian. Kagimbal-gimbal ang mga pangyayari dahil napakalakas ng itim na mahikang taglay ng kung sino man ang gumagamit nito. Dahil sa takot na mapahamak ang sanggol ay pinaubaya ng hari at reyna ang kanilang anak sa isang diwata na si Lila. Mabilis na itinakbo ng diwata at inilayo sa lugar na yun ang prinsesa. Dinala niya ito sa isang diwata na si Kala na umibig sa isang mortal at namuhay bilang tao. Bago tuluyang nagpaalam si Lila ay may binigay ito na kwentas at kapirasong papel kay Kala. Di na rin pinaalam ni Lila kung ano ang nangyari at kung sino ang sanggol para sa ikatatahimik ng lahat. Pinalaki ng maayos ng mag asawa ang batang pinagkaloob sa kanila at pinangalan nila itong Callea. Lumaking maganda at masayahin ang bata ngunit sa pagsapit ng ikalabing-walo niyang kaarawan ay matutuklasan ang hiwagang at misteryong bumabalot sa kanyang pagkatao. Sa pagtuklas sa nakalipas ay makakatagpo siya ng isang taong lobo ngunit ang lobong ito ang magdadala sa kanya sa kapahamakan. Maibalik pa kaya ang ganda ng nasabing kaharian na nagmistulang isang madilim at nakakatakot na kakahuyan? Sino ang nasa likod ng paggamit ng itim na mahika? Sino o ano sa buhay ng dalaga ang taong lobo?

Paris Belle Villaverde, a known dean's lister in campus, accidentally screams that she likes Ezzio Martinez, the star player of the football team... and the guy she low key hates.

“I’m getting a divorce! I can’t stand you anymore. Besides, Sherry is dead, and the company has been handed over to me; what’s the use of putting up with a worthless marriage?” Those were the words of Caleb Thompson, the man I gave up everything to be with, the man I devoted seven faithful years to, the man I have ever loved. >>>>Rosy Connor The death of their child tore them apart, and the effect of her demise sprang up an unexpected divorce that shattered Rosy. Rosy felt the weight of depression weigh down on her more than ever when the man who should have been a shoulder for comfort became a thorn of a consistent reminder of her irresponsibility. The last straw broke on her when Caleb threw a divorce to her face. The moment Rosy granted him his heart desire brought regret and pain to Caleb. He hated throwing off the woman who rejected several suitors for him. He realized that he had lost the most important things in his life despite having everything any human would dream of having. >>>>Caleb Thompson "Caleb, your ex-wife is back as a billionaire after five years; not only that, she is back with a man she called a 'fiance,' what are you going to do now, man?" At that moment, with regret in my eyes, I swore to make my ex-wife forgive me. >>>>Caleb Thompson How can he get back an Ex-wife who only returned to hurt him emotionally and financially? Can he get her back when she already has someone else? Coupled with the hatred and revenge revolving around them, will it be possible to uncover the mysteries that will either destroy them completely or create a new path?

A group of unexpected guests suddenly barged into my relative’s funeral. The woman, Xena Carter, leading them claimed to be my husband’s girlfriend and declared that she was here to punish me, the supposed mistress. Out of respect for the funeral, I did not want to make a scene, so I calmly suggested she wait until it was over. But out of nowhere, she lashed out and ordered her group to shred all of my clothes. My relatives around us did nothing and watched coldly as it happened. I calmly dusted myself off, stood up, and led her over to the urn. "This urn for my mother was bought by your boyfriend. It cost nearly a million!" As expected, the mistress flew into a rage, smashing the urn to pieces. "You shameless family of lowlifes! Don’t think you’ll get a single cent from my boyfriend, even in death!" What she did not know was that when I said "mother," I was referring to my husband’s mother, my mother-in-law. She was causing a scene at my mother-in-law’s funeral, and she had just smashed her urn to pieces.

His precious childhood sweetheart got drunk one night and ended up in a stranger’s bed. When she showed up again, she was pregnant—just like me. On the day I gave birth, Harold handed me the divorce papers. "Rachel’s about to return to acting," he said coldly. "She and the baby need a proper title. If a scandal breaks out, it’ll destroy her." Dragging my frail body, I calmly signed the papers. In my previous life, I refused to step aside. I went live, holding my daughter, and exposed the award-winning actress Rachel Underwood for knowingly becoming the other woman. The internet turned on her. She lost every endorsement and was driven to the edge by massive fines—eventually jumping off a building. Harold quietly took care of her funeral... and then stood by as her fans harassed me in the streets, even tried to burn my child and me alive. It was not until I saw him lock the door behind us that I realized—he had wanted us dead all along. Then I woke up. And it was the day he gave me the divorce agreement... again.

Gina and I were just ordinary werewolves in the Silver Claw Pack. Our incomes were modest, but we married well. Her mate was the captain of the Silver Claw Pack patrol unit. Mine, the fire squad leader. They grew up together—childhood friends—and were the youngest golden duo in the Werewolf Alliance. On the day we married, our mates each bought us a luxury high-rise apartment on the top floor of the central castle, side by side, with the promise of sharing life and death together. That is, until that fateful night. Rogues broke into the central zone. Chaos reached even the upper levels of our building. The tower caught fire. Amidst the thick smoke, I sent a desperate mind-link to my mate. He blocked it. Turns out, both our mates were busy shielding their shared first love, Lifu. They ignored our calls for help. Gina dragged me as we ran. She was six months pregnant; her pup was already kicking from the panic. Her mate never showed up either. We made it to the stairwell, where we were trapped for five hours. Toxic fumes filled our lungs. I went into labor too early. My pup didn't make it. Gina bled for three days in the hospital. Her pup was gone too. Meanwhile, our mates were digging through the wreckage—twenty-four hours straight—searching for Lifu's lost dog. That was it. Right then and there, Gina and I looked at each other and knew. We were done.

On the fifth anniversary of my marriage to Vicente Buckley, he violated my trust by sleeping with my best friend Kinsley Gilmore, on our bed. Through the camera, my son Jamie Buckley's childish voice sounded. "Kinsley, I'll keep watch at the door. I won't let my mom come in!" As if rewarding him, Kinsley pecked Vicente and suggested, "Your son is great. Don't you think about having another child with Patricia?" Vicente responded by covering her face with a pillow, saying, "The scar on her belly disgusts me."