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Hindi na mabilang pa ni Rigella kung ilang beses na siyang sinaktan ng kanyang asawa. Dahil ang kasal nila ay ipinilit lamang. Siya lamang ang may kagustuhan na maganap iyon. She got pregnant with Ivan's child because of a mere one night stand. Kaya nang malaman ito ng kanyang parents ay kaagad sila nitong ipinakasal. Wala man lang tanong-tanong kung parehas nila itong gusto. While Ivan on the side, has his long time girlfriend whom he truly love. Harap-harapan niyang ipinapamukha kay Rigella na hindi niya ito mahal at talagang mag-asawa lang sila sa papel. Mind-blowing situations, jaw-dropping revelations, rip-roaring lies and forbidden secrets. How can love take its place? Lalo pa kung natupok na ng nag-aapoy na galit at poot ang dapat sana'y wagas nang pagmamahal? Paano muling magbabaga ang apoy nito? O ang apoy ba ng paghihiganti ang mananaig hanggang sa huli?

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Caleb Villarreal lived his life in perfect control of his empire, his time, and even the emptiness in his own heart. Until Lyra arrived. The girl he should never want… Yet the only one he could never resist. Inside the Villarreal mansion, every glance between them was forbidden. Every attempt to look away only made the tension burn hotter. His cold stares. Her hidden longing. A fire they both pretended not to feel. Until one night a storm, a flooded road, one hotel room, and a temptation neither of them could outrun. One touch. One kiss. And every rule they swore to follow was shattered in an instant. That night, they learned a truth neither of them could deny: Desire may be forbidden… But it never asks for permission. And when longing turns into wildfire, Who has the right or the power to stop it?

"Dad, Mom, I've decided—I'll go through with the marriage arrangement with the Kingston family. I'll be back by the end of the month." Daphne Wharton made the decision in the middle of a camping trip with Luke Hardy. She curled into herself, pulling her scarf higher against the chill. For a moment, there was only silence on the other end of the line. Then, her mother's voice came through, thick with tears. "Daphne, we know this isn't fair to you. Our company is struggling, and the Kingston family is willing to help—but only if you marry their son. We've failed you as parents…" Her father let out a heavy sigh beside her mother. Daphne listened, her gaze unfocused. A faint, bitter smile tugged at her lips. "It's okay, Mom, Dad. This is what I should do. I'll be back in fifteen days—when their son returns to the country."

It doesn't matter if she is an angel; it's more than enough as long as she rules beside me in hell. Born with a silver spoon, Clara Lawson has everything she could ask for love, money, and freedom. After graduating, she plans to marry her boyfriend and live a peaceful life. That was the plan until she encounters the last man she wants to cross paths with, the tyrant mafia. Morris Casper is known for his cruel methods and ruthless reputation force her into an engagement. Clara never thought she would ever fall for the person she hated, on top of that, the man ten years older than her but her childish heart can't seem to resist the older temptation.

**The world is cruel, and villains rarely pay for their sins—unless you become one.** --- Sherah Hawke lived the dream of many: a perfect marriage to a man who seemed too good to be true. Ethan Farwell, a cold billionaire to the world, was sweet, caring, and devoted to her alone. Their love story was nothing short of a fairytale—a forgotten daughter meeting her prince in an unexpected twist of fate. But fairytales can be lies. Sherah's perfect world crumbled when she overheard Ethan’s chilling confession. She wasn’t the love of his life—she was nothing but a pawn. A tool for revenge against her half-sister, Sophia. Every tender touch, every kind word? A cruel rehearsal for the moment Sophia returned to his life. Heartbroken, Sherah resigned herself to the collapse of her marriage, prepared to walk away. But Sophia wasn’t willing to wait. Impatient and vengeful, her half-sister orchestrated a horrifying plan. The helpless, and betrayed Sherah met a brutal end. But some endings are only the beginning. Sometimes, life gives second chances not to make amends but to unleash the darkness within. Because sometimes… …a good person can become the villain. And Sherah Hawke is done being good.

Fabian mengucapkan talak pada Evelyn sebab hadirnya sang mantan istri kembali. namun seusai talak ia ucapkan, penyesalan menghampiri Bian. bagaimana kelanjutan kisah cinta mereka?

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Ketika ia membuka mata,semua terasa asing baginya. Tidak pernah terbayangkan dalam hidup ia harus pergi dari dunia secepat itu. Ia berdoa untuk kesempatan hidup sekali lagi,takdir pun berpihak pada nya. Hidup sekali lagi dengan tubuh yang berbeda dan dengan nasib yang berbeda. Tapi hanya satu yang sama,yaitu nama. Dengan tubuh itu Amerta akan mengungkap semua kebenaran akan kematiannya. Juga menyelesaikan tugasnya yang belum sempat ia selesaikan. Mampukah Amerta menyelesaikan tugasnya sampai akhir?

Eu, Glória Gomes, morri no dia em que recebi o Prêmio de Ouro Global de Doutorado em Medicina. Três horas após minha morte, meus pais, meu irmão mais velho e meu noivo voltaram para casa, logo depois de encerrarem a festa de dezesseis anos da minha irmã. Enquanto minha irmã postava nas redes sociais uma foto de toda a família comemorando seu aniversário, eu estava deitada em uma poça de sangue no porão abafado, tentando usar a língua para deslizar pela tela do celular e fazer uma chamada de emergência. Dos contatos de emergência, apenas meu noivo atendeu à minha ligação — o que significava que meus pais e meu irmão haviam bloqueado meu número. Assim que atendeu, meu noivo disse apenas uma frase: — Glória, a festa de dezesseis anos da Ester é importante. Pare de tentar chamar nossa atenção com desculpas inúteis e de fazer birra! Ele desligou o telefone, cortando também minha última esperança de vida. Meu coração parou de bater junto com o som da linha ocupada. Foi a centésima vez que eles escolheram minha irmã, a centésima vez que me abandonaram e me decepcionaram, e também a última. Deitada em meu próprio sangue, senti minha respiração cessar aos poucos... Eles pensaram que, desta vez, eu estava novamente usando uma desculpa para fugir de casa e expressar minha insatisfação, que, se me dessem uma lição, eu voltaria obedientemente por conta própria, como nas 99 vezes anteriores. Infelizmente, desta vez, isso não aconteceria. Porque eu não saí de casa. Eu estava o tempo todo deitada no porão...