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Sa mundong ang nagpapaikot ay pera, ang tingin ni Samara Licaforte sa mga mahihirap ay laruan lang ng mayayaman. Bagama't hindi legal na anak sa mata ng batas ng business tycoon na si Mr. Frederick Licaforte, CEO ng Licaforte Corp, ay lumaki sa luho si Samara at hindi makakailang siya ang paboritong anak sa pagitan nila ng stepsister niyang Monica. Happy-go-lucky, bully at eskandalosa. Ganyan siya kung ilarawan ng karamihan dahil sa mga ginagawa niyang kalokohan para lang mapanatili ang popularidad niya. Dahil wala na ang kanyang ina, at sa tingin niya ay nakikihati lang siya sa pagmamahal at oras ng kanyang ama mula sa legal nitong pamilya, ay sa atensyon ng ibang tao niya hinanap ang halaga niya. Sa pag-aakalang mananatiling ganun lang si Samara, ay kumatok sa buhay niya ang pobreng bulag na si Marco Villaflor, ang lalaking unti-unting titibag sa mga paniniwala niya.

Ivy Reed, a twenty year old with a haunting past. Ace Romano, the soon-to-be Italian mafia boss and also Ivy's brother's best friend who instantly takes a liking in Ivy when he first sees her. What happens when Ivy finds herself falling for him? And he, for her? Read to find out

After being betrayed by her sister and boyfriend, Barbara Calvin decided to nurse her wound and vow not to fall in love but then again, she had to attend a ball, the only option is renting a boyfriend. She ended up renting a cold-hearted CEO, whom she accidentally punched because he reminded her of her predicament. CEO Dante, who the city refers to as a woman hater, and his slogan is punishing any offender, even for the slightest thing they do to him. Will he reciprocate the love she had for him when she start falling in love with him even without knowing his true identity? After finding out the truth, will she still love him or move on with her life?

Faced with a new life, new school, new family, Eva has a lot on her plate. And as if those aren’t enough already, her new foster sister has decided to make her the enemy. Its a crappy day when Eva runs into the most good-looking guy she has ever seen in the mall restroom, but little does she know she’s going to be seeing a lot more of this stranger. Axel is the most handsome, reckless and infuriating male Eva has ever met. No one gets on her nerves like he does and yet no one makes her feel as safe as he does. She knows he’s trouble, but she can’t seem to stay away. What happens when Eva realises that she’s falling for Ivacy High’s notorious playboy—one who could possibly be keeping a huge secret from her that would changer her life?

My husband, Hank, is dead.  On our wedding anniversary, he ventured out in the pouring rain to buy me a cake, only to be hit by a truck. His body was badly mangled in the crash.  My sister-in-law, Lyra, called me a killer, claiming that I did not deserve Hank’s inheritance.  My mother-in-law, Judy, kicked me out of the house.  Overwhelmed by grief and guilt, I often wondered if he would still be alive had I stopped him that day. Eventually, emotions gripped me, and I was diagnosed with cancer.  Judy came to visit me on my deathbed. “You’re an idiot to believe everything!”  She threw a family photo in my face.  The shock and anger were more than I could handle, and I breathed my last.  It turned out that Hank was never dead. He had a child with his old flame.  When I opened my eyes once more, I returned to the day my husband faked his death.

When struggling waitress Elira Cruz was forced into entering a contract marriage with cold, ruthless billionaire Caelan Ferrer, she thought she was sealing just another business deal: one year, no emotions, no strings. But behind that icy stare lay hurtful memories Elira unknowingly played a part in. Snowed in by her messy kindness, the man who swore never to love again slowly began to thaw. Secrets begin to unfold underneath. A hidden link ties them much closer than either one would have imagined. Will their fake marriage survive the truth...or will love become the price of revenge?

My girlfriend keeps saying that she comes from a poor family, but she gives her childhood sweetheart a yacht on our anniversary. I text her to ask about this, but all she does is berate me. "Who do you think you are? How dare you stick your nose into my business! I'll give anyone whatever I want. My money, my call. Get lost!" Unbeknownst to her, I'm covered in blood on the other end of the line.

In my parents' hearts, there was always a "perfect son" who died too soon. I was just his flawed substitute, while my younger brother was their new hope. They pretended to be poor for 20 years, secretly funneling all their resources to him. While I was in the final stages of stomach cancer, writhing in pain, they were spending millions of dollars to build him a state-of-the-art study room. When the doctor told me to notify my family about hospital bills, I felt helpless, thinking they were just ordinary, broke workers. When my mom finally showed up at the hospital, she grabbed my hand, not out of concern. "Neville is under so much stress with his college entrance exams. Can you not die right now? He can't take it." My dad stood by, wearing a stern expression. "David was way more sensible than you."

Their contract had expired a week ago and considering the fact that Miller's long term crush, Alexia was back from her six months trip, Miller decides to bring her back into the pack. Hurt and betrayed, Summer tries to reject him knowing she'd rather die than become his breeder, “I, Summer Dubios, reject…” Miller's cold voice cut her short instantly, “Summer! Are you out of your mind? You have no right to reject your mate! I’m not done with you yet. I alone have the right to reject you as my mate. Not until I am satisfied with the pleasure you bring, you're still my mate and you'll remain here till I have no use for you and that's final!”

In the third year of our marriage, my wife’s ex-boyfriend of eight years suddenly posted a picture on social media showing off a multi-million-dollar wedding house. His caption read: “Wow, got myself a huge villa, I’m the master of charming women!” I stared in shock at the picture, which showed my wife swiping her card at a sales office, and left a single comment: "?" A second later, my wife called to scold me. “I was just fulfilling a promise I made to him back when we were dating, buying him a house. Why are you getting mad at him?” “What? Are you really going to be so vicious as to force me to break my word?” That evening, her ex showed off another lavish post, this time flaunting a renovation bill worth hundreds of thousands. I knew it was a gift from my wife to please him. But by then, I no longer cared.