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I've been caught in a relationship with a divorced man for eight years. We've broken up and reconciled too many times to count. In the end, I tallied ninety-four breakups and five divorces between us. One more would make it an even hundred, but I'm too exhausted to continue this cycle. The first breakup happened when I was giving him my virginity. Halfway through, his ex-wife called asking him to pick up some bread, and he simply left. The fifth breakup occurred when he abandoned me, newly pregnant, on the highway to comfort his ex-wife who was having complications with her own pregnancy. I ended up in a car accident and miscarried. He arrived at the hospital with his clothes disheveled. Despite all the pain he caused me, I could never bring myself to truly leave him. Our most recent divorce happened for an equally absurd reason. His ex-wife and their child were participating in a family reality TV show that required them to appear as a complete family unit. To protect his ex-wife's public image, he divorced me yet again. When filming wrapped, he called to discuss remarrying. This time I refused, because I'm going to marry someone else.

My husband, Lawrence Ashford, loved me—or so I thought. For ten years, he chose a childfree marriage to protect my health. However, he confessed that he had another family outside our marriage on his birthday. He even told me that he had a child with his mistress. We had been married for ten years. Yet, six of them were filled with deception and lies. I broke free from the shackles of my failed marriage and chose to start anew. On my journey, I found true love once more, only for my ex-husband to say he regretted everything.

I had been secretly in love with my childhood friend for nine long years. When we finally got married, my family and friends thought I was the happiest person in the world. After I became pregnant, he used the excuse of "helping an old classmate" and invited the most beautiful girl from our class into our home. During the worst of my pregnancy, when nausea and exhaustion hit hardest, he took her to the hospital, made crafts with her, and watched sunsets with her. He even had the guts to accuse me of being small-minded and petty and acting like a bitter, jealous wife. Only then did I realize that it was just my foolish fantasy that I lived my dream of marrying my childhood sweetheart and had a happy life. I let go of the love I had for him and of the future I thought we would share. Now, however, he was the one who regretted it.

A unique video went viral overnight. In the video, on a snow-capped mountain peak, my boyfriend, Ted Moretti, knelt on one knee, his expression tender. Amidst applause, the ring on her finger sparkled; it was the ring of the Moretti family's future bride. Within hours, the video topped various trending charts. People hailed it as the most romantic proposal of the year. Anya Rossi later posted a message. "I've been looking forward to this wedding for so long, and now it's finally happening! Thank you!" The comment section was instantly flooded with excited exclamations. "A Mafia family heir and an ordinary woman? I love it!" "It's like something out of a novel." "So enviable." I went to my boyfriend to confirm. Before I could even speak, I heard him talking to a close friend in the study. “Do I have any other choice?” Ted said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “If I don’t marry her, her gambler father will sell her off.” His friend hesitated. “But what about Carly? She’s been with you for so many years. Aren’t you worried she might lose her mind?” Ted chuckled, unconcerned. “So what if she’s angry? Carly and I have been together for six years. She won’t leave. She can’t leave.” At that moment, something deep inside me seemed to freeze completely. A month later On the same day Ted and Carly got married, I married another man. Our wedding processions met downtown. According to custom, we exchanged bouquets between the two passing wedding cars, and our windows rolled down simultaneously. That’s when Ted saw me. I was wearing a white wedding dress. Not behind him. But in another man’s arms. After knowing Ted Moretti for so many years, his consistently perfect composure crumbled for the first time.

Arrange Marriage! para sa pamilya, sa mga manggagawa na patuloy na umaasa sa kanilang pamilya. Si Armina Mondragon bunsong anak, maganda, matalino at isinilang na may gintong kutsara sa labi, at higit sa lahat mabait at masunuring anak kung kaya't Siya ay pumapayag sa nais Ng kanilang magulang. Ang kanyang pinakamamahal na Kuya Nathaniel ay hindi sang Ayon dahil ayaw niyang ipakipagsapalaran Ang kaligayahan Ng kanyang kapatid. Samantala, si Eduard Vincent Araneta,, solong anak na tagapag mana, arogante at matalino, siya Ang bubuo sa buhay ni Armina.

Claudia had always enjoyed being in the company of Thorsten, her childhood crush. However, Claudia's parents informed her that Thorsten was not her mate and that the Moon Goddess had fated her to marry a man she had never met. She met her fated mate, Alpha Everett, a wolf from a neighboring kingdom, at a moonball celebration. Claudia was offended when she saw her supposed mate having sex right in front of her on their first meeting, and she vowed she would never marry him. After many warnings from the moon goddess, Claudia is compelled to let go of Thorsten. She ended up in Alpha Everett's packhouse, where she was treated as a slave by her mate and his Beta Concubine, Annette. Is Everett ever going to see her as his true mate? What will Claudia do when she develops feelings for one of Everett's most trusted pack members? Will she give in to her desire right in Everett's home?

Amara Lewis never believed marriage should be a business transaction—until desperation forced her into one. To save her mother’s life, Amara signs a one-year marriage contract with billionaire CEO Adrian Blackwood, a man who sees love as nothing more than a weakness. To him, marriage is a tool—nothing more than a means to secure his empire and silence his board of directors. Their agreement is simple: no love, no expectations, no emotions. But living under the same roof blurs the lines neither of them intended to cross. Behind Adrian’s cold exterior hides a man haunted by betrayal, while Amara’s quiet strength begins to crack the walls he built around his heart. When secrets from the past resurface and feelings grow impossible to deny, Amara must decide whether love born from a contract can ever be real—or if she was never meant to be more than the bride he never wanted.

I jump into the sea to save Terrence Fletcher. After giving him CPR in front of everyone, the engagement meant for my cousin, Anna Stone, unexpectedly becomes mine. However, Terrence gets drunk on our wedding night instead of spending it with me. I naively believe that if I stay by his side long enough, he'll eventually open his heart to me. Three years later, Anna returns with a child who bears a striking resemblance to Terrence, leaving me stunned. That's when I realized he had been with her on the night he left me alone in our bridal suite. "Annie, I'm sorry for everything you've gone through all these years. I'll take responsibility. I'll make Mabel understand that her place is yours!" I tell Terrence that I'm pregnant as well, hoping it will rekindle his love. But his response makes my blood run cold. "Get rid of it." I'm forced onto the operating table, where two lives end at once. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day Terrence falls into the sea. As I see him drenched to the bone, I turn to the crowd and call out for Anna…

วันนั้นเป็นวันที่ฉันได้เจอกับเขา ‘คุณองศา โยคินวาณิชย์สกุล’ ผู้ชายที่เพียบพร้อมไปซะทุกอย่างทั้งที่เขาอันตราย ฉันก็พร้อมจะเดินไปกับเขา ทั้งที่เขาเป็นคนลึกลับ ฉันก็พร้อมที่จะเชื่อใจเขา...

‘Isang gabi. Isang babae. Isang pagkahumaling na nagpabagsak sa pinakawalang-awang boss ng mafia.” Si Kristoff Ortega ay hindi lang isang pangalan; isa itong batas sa madilim na mundo ng mafia. Siya ang hari—malamig, kalkulado, at walang sinumang nabubuhay na nangahas sumuway sa kanya. Ang buhay niya ay nakaayos sa tatlong bagay: kapangyarihan, pera at ang takot na ibinibigay niya sa lahat. Sanay siyang nakukuha ang lahat, at ang mga babae para sa kanya ay mga pampalipas-oras lamang. Ngunit ang lahat ng ito ay nagbago sa isang gabi. Sa isang pagkakataon na hindi niya inaasahan, nakasama niya ang isang misteryoso at napakagandang babae, si Paola. Hindi siya katulad ng iba; may tapang sa kanyang mga mata, isang apoy na tila hindi natitinag sa reputasyon ni Kristoff. Para sa kanya, ang gabing iyon ay dapat sana’y isa lang sa marami—gagamitin at iiwanan. Ang pagnanais na iyon ay mabilis na naging isang mapanganib na pagkahumaling (obsession). Si Kristoff, na laging sanay na siya ang may kontrol, ay nagsimulang maging pabigla-bigla. Ginamit niya ang lahat ng kanyang kapangyarihan upang hanapin si Paola, na tila naglaho sa mundo. Ang pagkawala nito ay isang direktang sampal sa kanyang pagkalalaki at kapangyarihan. Nang sa wakas ay muli silang magkrus ng landas, natuklasan niyang ang babae ay may sariling mga sikreto—mga sikretong maaaring ikapahamak nilang dalawa. Dito nagsimula ang tunay na labanan ng kapangyarihan. Habang sinusubukan ni Kristoff na ikulong at angkinin ang babae sa ilalim ng kanyang dominasyon, mas lalo itong lumalaban. Ang bawat pagtanggi ng babae ay lalong nagpa-alab sa kanyang simbuyo ng damdamin, na humila sa kanilang dalawa sa isang mapanganib na laro ng pag-ibig, selos, at panganib. Ang babae ay naging ang kanyang kaisa-isang kahinaan—isang bagay na natutunan gamitin ng kanyang mga kaaway laban sa kanya.