Real Name Of Lapu Lapu

Bekerja sebagai seorang anggota polis berjawatan tinggi cukup membuatkan ASP Jimmy sentiasa disanjungi. Namun, lumrah manusia. Dalam seribu menyukai, pasti ada satu yang membenci. Thufaila Ajwa, jiran setaman yang sentiasa menganggap ASP Jimmy hidup dalam dunia kepura-puraan. Apa yang pasti, gadis itu sangat membecinya kerana kisah silam mereka. Prinsip Thufaila hanya satu.Selagi kudratnya masih ada, walaupun sesaat dia tidak akan membenarkan dirinya di bantu oleh lelaki spesis Jimmy. “Sekarang ini memanglah engkau tak perlukan aku lagi. Tapi nanti, percayalah yang kau perlukan aku dalam hidup kau. So, if anything happens just call my name!" -ASP JIMMY “Aku rasa mata aku ni membawa satu sumpahan! Kadang, aku rasa aku nak butakan mata disebabkan mata aku boleh tembus nampak ke dinding.” -AHMAD Kehadiran Ahmad sebagai jiran sebelah rumah Thufaila, membawa seribu misteri. Karakter dingin dan penampilan Ahmad berkaca mata hitam sepanjang masa, menjadi tanda tanya insan sekeliling. Di sebalik gaya yang cukup misteri, hanya ASP Jimmy sahaja yang mengetahui kelebihan Ahmad yang mampu meneliti objek tersembunyi di sebalik dinding. Pandangan mata boleh tembus ke dinding? Macam cerita fantasi saja bunyinya. Tapi itulah realiti yang Ahmad hadapi. Datangnya membawa ASP Jimmy mengembara ke peristiwa yang lama. Kerana dia, lelaki itu sanggup mengkaji semula kes pembunuhan bersiri, dua puluh tahun yang lalu. Kebenaran di sebalik pembunuhan bersiri itu perlukan jawapan. "Kenapa tuan sibuk nak buka semula kes lama? Kita nak cari dalang sebenar untuk kes Razlan Ishak! bukannya kes pembunuhan bersiri yang dah basi." Kerana tekadnya untuk merungkai sebuah misteri, kini ASP Jimmy berdepan masalah. Orang yang disayangi menjadi sasaran dan berdepan bahaya. "Kalau engkau nak betina ni selamat, engkau serahkan Ahmad dekat aku! Sebab dia tu hak aku. Engkau pilih antara dua. Ahmad atau dia." ASP Jimmy buntu. Mampukah dia menjadi pelindung buat Thufaila sedangkan dia tahu si gadis tidak perlukannya? Mampukah dia menempuh segalanya andai hati berbelah bahagi?

My husband, Zane Wade, was drugged at a cocktail party and ended up sleeping with a female college student who looked almost exactly like me. I gave him three chances. The first time, Zane sent the young woman abroad overnight. Then, he knelt outside our home for three days and three nights. The second time, I ran into him and the college student at the hospital. He was accompanying her for a prenatal check-up. At the time, Zane hugged me tightly and refused to let me go. His voice trembled as he said, "I'm sorry, Raina. She's pregnant, and my mother threatened to commit suicide. I have no choice but to keep the child. "I swear, once she gives birth, I'll send her away immediately. The child will go to the old family estate. Please, don't leave me…" But just three days later, because of that same woman, Zane fought me at an auction over my mother's heirlooms. When he saw me raising the bid higher and higher, he immediately went nuclear. This was the third and final chance I gave him. I rushed over to confront him, but Zane wasn't worried. He just frowned slightly and calmly said, "Raina, you know very well that Moira is about to give birth. Why do you insist on fighting a pregnant woman? You only need to endure it for another three months. Then, we can go back to how things were." Upon hearing his words, I almost cried at how ridiculous they sounded. I finally decided to get a divorce, but Zane actually brought Moira Green home openly and without shame.

My husband was in the late stages of liver cancer. Afraid of dragging me down, he committed suicide by jumping into the river. I couldn’t swim, but I dove in after him without hesitation. To give him the will to live on, I told him about winning the lottery. He pretended to struggle but took the chance to shove me underwater, drowning me. Before I could rest in peace, he ran off abroad with his first love using my money. Only then did I realize that he had planned to fake his death all along just to get rid of me! When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he jumped into the river. You wanted to die, huh? Well, let me help you with that!

I quit and dipped. City threw a parade. Only Jenna Blake—my oh-so-gifted junior who claimed she could "see through killers' eyes"—lost it. At her celebration banquet, she went full drama queen: "I owe everything to Kate Mercer. Please, bring her back!" I laughed. Cold. Not happening. Last time around, I was the hotshot detective. But every clue I found? She dropped it first like she read my mind. People started saying I was washed. So I went all in—three months, no sleep, cracked a massive trafficking ring. Led the raid myself. She beat me there. Again. Place was cleaned out. Boom. She's the city's golden girl. I'm the clown with no game. Pressure got ugly. My head snapped. I died chasing the last scumbag. Then—bam. I woke up. Same day. Raid morning. Round two.

Jasmine Goldwyn was born into power, an heiress to one of the most influential empires in the country, but betrayal shattered her perfect life. First, by the husband she trusted… then, by the best friend she loved like a sister. After a brutal accident that left her unrecognizable and erased her memory, Jasmine woke up in a stranger’s world. Cipher D’Amato who happens to be a cold, calculating billionaire claimed to be her fiancé, married her, and gave her a new name… Sophie. But Cipher’s rescue was no act of love, it was a business move built on lies, secrets, and selfish gain. Now, Jasmine’s memories have returned and with them came with the truth about Cipher, the husband who betrayed her, and the dark conspiracy that nearly ended her life. Cipher thinks she’ll stay. Her ex husband believes she’s dead. They’re both wrong. The Man Who Stole My Name is a gripping dark billionaire romance about twisted love, betrayal, identity, and a woman’s ruthless quest for the truth and revenge.

Bata pa lamang si Ariya ay siya na ang taga-salo ng problema ng kanyang kakambal na si Ayana. Dahil sumama ito sa lalaki gabi bago ang kasal nito kay Ashton Herrera ay napilitan si Ariya na pakasalan ang binata. Iyon na sana ang huling kahilingan na ibibigay niya sa ama kapalit ng limang milyon, ngunit gumuho ulit ang mundo niya nang malaman na buntis si Ayana at kailangan niyang magpabuntis sa binata bago siya umalis sa pamamahay nito. Tatlong buwan siyang namalagi sa bahay ng binata noong una ay galit na galit ito sa kanya, ngunit di maglaon ay tinanggap at minahal na rin naman siya nito. Ngunit bago niya pa maamin sa binata ang sekreto niya ay kinidnap na siya ng kanyang ama at ipinalit na nito si Ayana. Sa muli nilang pagkikita ay makakaya pa kaya niyang aminin sa binata na ang tunay nitong anak ay ang batang hawak-hawak niya? O hahayaan na lamang itong maging masaya sa piling ng kanyang kakambal? Magpaparaya na lang ba siya katulad ng palagi niyang ginagawa kahit na hinahanap na ng kanyang anak ang ama nito?

A kind of story that starts with a employee - employer relationship. Amber was hired to be a new secretary of Dranreb, CEO of Del Real Company. Dranreb fell for her the first time he saw her.

Harriet Avellino received a death sentence for killing the old billionaire, Sorren Fabroa, the owner of Fantell Architecture Firms. After serving the Fabroa Family and did her very best as the chairman’s secretary, Harriet couldn’t believe that she’ll be sentenced guilty at the crime she did not do. Although everyone knows how much Sorren treat Harriet as if his real granddaughter, no one took her side. At her last day, Harriet's friend visited her in the jail. She is Reese, an old friend who turned out to be the missing daughter of a billionaire Astell Wyatt, and also the fiancee of the man Harriet is in love with. Harriet thought that Reese visited her to tell that she believes her and to mourn in sorrow at the sad end of her friend. However… “I know you aren't the one who killed sir Sorren. But you need to disappear, Harriet,” said Reese with a grin on her lips. “For my happiness, the real heir must die. You'll do it since we're friends, right?” At the last day of her life, Harriet just found out that Reese stole her identity. She snatched her position as the heir of Wyatt corporation, and the chance to be the fiancee of Zion Fabroa, the man Harriet loves the most. But it is too late. When Harriet sat at the electric chair to receive her sentence, she knew it's too late for her. However, by the time she closed and opened her eyes, a miracle happened. The time turned back. And so, going back to the past, Harriet vowed to revenge at the people who abandoned her, who stabbed her from the back and those who stole her love and wealth that should be hers. The real heir came back with vengeance.

After ten years together, my boyfriend bailed me and marked my sister—Rose Howell. Right after, Jack Sterling—Silvernorth's youngest professor—blasted our engagement on the academy site. We were bonded seven years. He acted like the perfect mate—quiet, loyal, like I was his whole world. Then I caught him talking to a colleague. "Rose is the most promising healer in Silvernorth now. How long are you gonna keep faking it with that she-wolf?" "For Rose to have peace, I'll keep Wyettta around. She won't dare mess with their bond." Seven years, trashed like a strategy memo. His journal? All her name. [May Rose shine.] [Let Rose be the happiest she-wolf alive.] [I'd stay mated to someone I don't love if it makes her smile.] Seven years, and I woke up in a nightmare. On our mark anniversary, I took the gondola. Sun rising. Drop, endless. Blocked the mind link. Drank the potion. Severed our mate bond. Jumped. Soon as word spread, Jack led Silvernorth's top warriors into the cliffs, launching the most brutal search the region's ever seen—trying to recover his "lost mate." He howled my name into the mountains like regret could bring me back.

One month before my wedding to my boyfriend, he announced he wanted to have a child with his "first love." I refused, but he brought it up every single day. Two weeks before the ceremony, I received a prenatal checkup report. That’s when I discovered his so-called "first love" was already nearly a month pregnant. It turned out he’d never intended to seek my consent at all. In that moment, years of affection evaporated like smoke. So, I canceled the wedding, destroyed every trace of our memories, and on what should have been our wedding day, I walked into a closed-off research lab. From then on, he meant nothing to me.