Sagot Bugtong With Answer

"I can't wait. Naiinip na ako." Bulong sa'kin ni Ericjan habang pareho na kaming nakatayo sa harap ng altar. Napabungisngis na lamang ako dahil sa itinuran nito sa'kin. "Hindi pa nga nag sisimula si Father, pero naiinip ka na dyan." Sagot ko dito. "Of course.." Aniya at kumindat pa ito sa'kin, pag kuwa'y ginagap ng marahan ang palad ko na hawak hawak nito kanina pa. Pakiramdam ko nga din ay tumatagaktak na ang pawis ko roon dahil sa tensyong nararamdaman ko mula pa kanina. Agad naman kaming umayos sa pag kakatayo ng tumayo na si Father sa harapan namin upang simulan na ang kasal. Kagaya kanina, ganon parin ang bilis at pag tibok ng puso ko. Pakiwari ko nga'y unti na lang ay lalabas na sa dibdib ko ang puso ko. Mayamaya ay muli kong naramdaman ang masuyong pag pisil nito sa palad ko. Naramdaman nya siguro ang sunod sunod na pag papakawala ko ng malalim na buntong hininga. "Bago ko simulan ang seremonyas na ito.. Nais ko lang malaman kung may tumututol ba sa pag mamahalan at pag iisang dibdib nina Devee Oliveros at Ericjan Esparagoza? Kung meron man, mag salita na." Anang Father. Awtamatikong mas bumilis ang pag tibok ng puso ko dahil sa naging tanong ni Father.. Meron pa palang ganito pag ikinakasal? Katahimikan naman ang bumalot sa loob ng malaking simbahan kung saan dinadaos ang kasal namin. Mayamaya lamang ay biglang nag tayuan ang mga balahibo ko sa katawan, pakiramdam ko ay bigla akong binuhusan ng malamig na tubig at biglang nagising sa katotohanan, ng may biglang sumigaw. "Itigil ang kasal..." Tinig ng babae.

“Lord pahiram ng anak ko! Please lang huwag mo muna siyang kuhain sa akin, hindi ko kakayanin. Sobrang bata pa ng aking anak! Huhuhu!” napasandal na lang ako sa wall ng hospital at humahagulgol na nananalangin. Bago pa ako makapagsalita ulit ay nakita ko ang Arnaldong iyun na nakatingin saming dalawa ni Regan, nakatayo lang din ito sa isang sulok malapit samin, yumuko siya ng makita niya akong nakatingin sa kanya. Bumitiw ako sa pagkakakapit ko kay Regan at lumapit ako papunta sa lugar kung nasan si Arnaldo, hinabol lang ako ng tingin ni Regan at hindi ko na napigilan ang aking sarili, isang malakas na sampal ang pinakawalan ko sa pisngi ni Arnaldo. Nagsusumigaw ang galit sa aking puso't isipan Nakita kong napakapit siya sa kanyang pisngi at nagatataka siyang napatingin sakin"Hay*p ka! nakapawalang hiya mo talaga. Nagpakalayo-layo na kami ni Anthony nasundan mo pa rin kami. Wala ka ng dinala sa buhay naming mag-ina kundi puro sakuna.(pinaghahampas ko ang kanyang dibdib habang patuloy ang aking pag iyak, Sobrang galit ang aking nararamdaman, hinahayaan lang naman niya ako sa kanyang ginagawa, maya-maya ay naramdaman kong niyakap na niya ako para huminahon, ) Hindi na ako nanggulo sa buhay niyong mag-asawa kagaya ng gusto mong mangyari! kaya please lang lubayan mo na kaming mag-ina. HUHUHU" bigla naman akong nanghina at tila nawalan ng lakas ng yakapin na niya ako, pakiramdam ko ay nasa maayos akong mga kamay sa piling ng bisig nito. "Naguguluhan ako! anong ibig mong sabihin?! Hindi kita maintindihan, Una kitang nakita sa bahay namin, kasama ko sa kwarto , yun na ang una at huli nating pagkikita!" sagot sakin ni Arnaldo

Lumipat ang kaniyang kaluluwa sa asawa ng Mafia Boss na kung saan ay matagal nang nakakaranas ng paghihirap habang kasama ang asawa nito. Clyde Cleomonte, a 21 years old na kung saan ay pinakasalan ng sapilitan ni Silvia Kill na Mafia boss. "Hon, are you okay?", tanong ng babae saakin. Hon? Bakit niya ako tinatawag na Hon at bakit nandito ako sa hospital? Ang huli kong naaalala ay itinulak ako ni Blue, may tumulong ba saakin? "Nasaan sina Blue? Nakulong naba sila?", tanong ko sa mga lalaking nakaitim. I think mga pulis sila pero bakit hindi sila nakauniporme? "Whose blue? Hon, what happened back then?", tanong ulit ng babae. Bakit ba Hon ang palaging tawag niya sakin? Hindi ko naman siya kilala. Napatingin ako sa salamin na kung saan ay nasa side wall, I saw that this is not my face. Nanlaki ang mata ko sa gulat, anong nangyari sa mukha ko at sino sila. Lalapit na sana ang babae ng itinago ko ang katawan ko hanggang sa leeg ng kumot. "Stay right there!! Wah mokong lapitan", sigaw ko kaya napahinto naman siya at nag aalalang nakatingin saakin. "Do you- do you forget about me?", nauutal na sagot niya. Biglang may lumitaw na batang babae around 3 ata galing sa kaniyang likod. Nakatingin na siya saakin ngayon. "Mama?", tanong nito. Wait, naguguluhan na ako. Sino ba sila at bakit tinatawag akong Mama ng bata. "Hindi ko alam ang sinasabi niyo at wag mokong tinatawag na Mama!!" ,sigaw ko sa kanila. Biglang umiyak ang bata at nagpabuhat sa babae. Kinarga niya ito at nagdilim ang tingin nito saakin. Sino ba sila? I don't understand what's happening. Mama, i need you.

“Oh my… ang aking Kapitan! Mabuti naman naalala mo ako! Hmp malapit ng magtampo sa’yo si Lola. Ilan taon na din ang nakalipas.” Sabi ni lola ng may pagtatampo sa kaniyang tinig. “Magagawa ba naman kitang tiisin, ikaw ata ang pinaka-mamahal kong Lola!” nakangiti kong sagot kay Lola sabay yakap sa kaniya. Habang masaya akong bumabati kay Lola ay isang pigura ng babaeng nakatalikod ang unti-unting tumayo at nakangiting humarap sa amin. Si Yvette. Hindi ko inaasahan na dadating siya ngayong araw. Nakangiti siya pero makikita sa kaniyang mata ang kakaibang lungkot, isang damdamin na kahit anong tago ang gawin ay hindi niya maitatanggi. Si Yvette ang dati kong karelasyon at muntik ko ng mahalin matapos kong aliwin ang aking sarili ng malaman kong naging boyfriend ni Karmela si Andrew. Tumaas ang kilay ko ng makita ko siya. Wala naman akong pakielam sa kaniya pero knowing Yvette? Paniguradong gagawa siya ng eksena at ayokong matakot si Karmela dahil sa kaniya. Lumapit siya sa akin at nag beso. Nakangiti niya akong binati ngunit may halong pait sa kaniyang boses “My Captain Xian Herrera… its nice to see you again. Ang tagal na din ng huli nating pagkikila” may panunuya siyang tumingin kay Karmela at mapait ng ngumiti sa kaniya “siya ba? Siya ba ang dahilan kung bakit hindi mo ako sinuyo? Kaya naman pala bigla kang nawala sa picture. May bago ka na palang pinagkaka-abalahan!” Nang marinig ko ang sinabing iyon ni Yvette ay alam kong hindi lang iyon simpleng pagpuna. Naramdaman ko sa kaniyang boses ang matinding hinanakit. Kinapitan ko ng mahigpit ang kamay ni Karmela at tinignan siya na parang sinasabing “ huwag kang mag-alala hindi kita pababayaan.”

Emilia Clark, a young woman struggling with mounting family debts, responds to a mysterious job posting that arrived unexpectedly in her email. When she arrives at the upscale office for what she assumes is a standard interview, she discovers she's the sole candidate for an unusual position that wasn't clearly described in the original correspondence. The role, as revealed by the formidable Mrs. Grey—matriarch of a wealthy and traditional family—is that of a surrogate mother. The Greys are offering an extraordinarily large sum of money for Emilia to carry a child for their family, with the biological father being Mrs. Grey's son. The older woman presents this as a business transaction, delivered with cold efficiency and an underlying air of entitlement that comes with generations of wealth and influence. Mrs. Grey makes it clear that this is a one-time offer with no room for negotiation or delay—Emilia must accept immediately or leave and never return. There will be no second chances, no time to consider, and no opportunity to ask questions or seek advice. Caught completely off guard, Emilia finds herself in an impossible position. The money would solve her family's financial crisis and lift a burden that has been consuming her life. Yet the weight of the decision—to carry a child for strangers under such pressured circumstances—leaves her reeling. As Mrs. Grey waits for an answer, Emilia must quickly weigh her desperate need for financial security against her autonomy, dignity, and the ethical implications of entering into such an arrangement under duress.

"Just join me for a drink perhaps?" Her bushy brows rose suggestively at me. She knew my answer, she knew what I'd say. I grabbed the bottle off her scrawny hands and said "You know, for a one time thing, this has become a regular." To be honest, I was actually looking forward to meeting up with her. Not that I was going to admit it to her face. "Like therapy sessions from two dumb, ill-favored kids. Who are trying to give each other easing words." She was right. Though her stumbled movements indicated a slight intoxication. Suddenly, out of the awkward moment, she looked up at me with a sad smile and said. "I might be a street girl but is it too bad to wish for a normal life? Go to proms? Have new clothes? Shelter? Love? Do I not deserve?" Her teary eyes searched deep into my soul. I was unaware of the lack of distance between us. When did we get so close with barely an inch barrier? "Flare..." that was all I could say because then all I could feel were soft lips against mine. Her lips! And it felt so nice. Subconsciously, I grabbed her little body and went for another kiss, this time, a deeper kiss.

Dante Matino Cruz is a delivery rider, sweating day and night just to keep food on the table and medicine for his ailing mother. Life is hard, but his pride is harder—no shortcuts, no handouts, no selling himself for money. Celestine Isla Navarro is a CEO who thrives in a world where hesitation means weakness. She’s used to buying what she wants and bending people to her will. But the day she crosses paths with Dante—sun-bronzed, stubborn, and infuriatingly unyielding—something inside her shifts. Her first proposition is reckless: a single night, no strings attached. Dante’s answer? Not for sale. But fate doesn’t end with one rejection. Celestine offers him something else: a job. A dangerous but well-paid position as her personal bodyguard. The money could save his mother, even secure work for his childhood friend, Liza. It’s everything he’s been breaking his back for—served on a silver platter. Now Dante faces a brutal choice: swallow his pride to protect his family, or stand firm against a woman who never takes “no” for an answer. What begins as a battle of wills turns into a dangerous, slow-burning game of temptation. Pride versus desire. Fire against fire. And in this game, someone will surrender. The question is—who will break first?

My son has an aortic dissection and needs surgery. My husband is a cardiac expert, but I don't bother calling him. Instead, I take a cab straight to the hospital. In my past life, upon begging my husband, he came home with the ambulance to pick our son up. He also arranged for our son to be admitted. But because he forgot to bring his phone, his childhood sweetheart died of a heart attack when she couldn't reach him. He went missing for three months and suddenly returned one day, looking perfectly normal. He even volunteered to prepare the meal on our son's birthday. It turned out he only wanted to poison the food. He strangled me and cut my neck open. "You forced me to come home to pick our son up. Ciara wouldnt' have died if I'd answered her call that day. You and your son are murderers—you have to pay with your lives!" When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day my son has an aortic dissection. This time, my husband manages to answer his childhood sweetheart's phone. But why is he on his knees before me and begging for forgiveness?

"You sound jealous." He pointed out and pushed off the wall. He walked towards me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You wish." I barely said as my knees went weak with the expectation of him touching me. "Do you want me to fuck your brains out?" Issa huskily asked as he groped me to his hard muscled body. The slit between my legs was heating up. I knew that I had to be very careful about my answer or things were going to take a dirty turn. "In your dreams," I whispered and softly pushed him back. I prayed that he had not caught on to my moment of weakness. "I will be waiting for you in my dreams then." _________ Yulia— a stubborn and rebellious wolf's life is turned upside down when she's forced to move in with her step-uncle, Lycan Issa Frostwood, after her mother's death. As she struggles to come to terms with her new reality, she finds herself tormented by a forbidden desire for the one person she shouldn't— her own uncle. . . But as they both fight to deny their feelings, the danger that surrounds them draws them closer together. Will they succumb to their passion, or will the secrets and lies that haunt their past destroy them forever?

~~~ "How many punishments do you have pending, Lucienne?” Immediately the word punishment left his ears, I turned hot, my tongue went numb, my throat became dry, my hands trembled and very became sweaty. "Answer me!" He demanded and I flinched, my gaze now directed to the ground. "S-seventeen," I stammered, my tears and liquid from the different things hurdled at me mixing and landing on the soil. "So this makes it eighteen?” he asked and I forced myself to nod. He dished out some orders to the pack members before turning to me. "Then let's get this started. Your kneels must not leave the ground till we get to our destination. And no, it's not part of your eighteen punishments. Let's go!" ~~~~ Haunted by a past filled with pain and betrayal, Lucienne bears the scars of a life marred by tragedy. Tangled in the clutches of a possessive mate, who constantly makes sure happiness is far from her, she battles not only the physical wounds but the emotional turmoil from years ago. As she tries to escape this painful life, will Lucienne find the strength to embrace love and happiness, or will the echoes of her history shatter the remnants of the once-happy girl she used to be and make her a lone wolf for life?