Spoil My Errant Wife

Getting rid of Mina, Fred's wife, after five years of her problematic self, he finally felt relieved. He needed a new wife so he got married to Jayda on the contract that she was going to be given 1.5 billion dollars. Fred and Jayda had shared a strong bond a few years back after an accidental 'one night stand'.Trying to balance their relationship seemed to be a problem as both of them were too enclosed in the fear of revealing their pasts and problems, with Jayda being so cold…READ ON TO DIVE INTO THE LOVE STORY OF JAYDA AND FRED AS THINGS UNFOLD BETWEEN THEM.

Pinakidnap si Aurora isang araw lamang nang dumating siya sa Lanayan. Nagising siya sa isang maranyang mansyon at nakilala ang taong nagpadukot sa kaniya— si Alted Dela Fuente— ang kaniyang asawa. Litong-lito siya sa mga nangyayari lalo na nang ipagpilitan nito na siya si Candice Dela Fuente, ang mapanlinlang nitong asawa. Galit, pagkamuhi at disgusto ang nakikita niya sa mga mata ng lalaking nasa harap niya. Hindi siya si Candice. Kilala niya ang kaniyang sarili, Aurora ang pangalan niya at alam niyang wala siyang asawa at hindi pwedeng magkaroon sila ng ugnayan ni Mr. Dela Fuente. Ngunit sadyang hindi siya pinapaniwalaan ng lalaki, hindi siya nito hahayaang makaalis at makatakas. Alam niyang pahihirapan siya ng ginoo, ngunit ano bang bago? Buong buhay niya ay nakakaranas na siya ng paghihirap at pagmamaltrato. "You can't fool me, Candice, not again." Mr. Dela Fuente told her with gritted teeth. Ang galit na naglulumiyab sa mga mata nito ang patunay na hinding-hindi siya nito papakawalan. Paano nga ito maniniwala sa kaniya gayong kamukhang-kamukha niya ang asawa nitong si Candice? Bawat anggulo, mata, ilong at hugis ng mukha maging ang pangangatawan ay parang xerox-copy. "You're my wife." That statement makes her feel overwhelmed. Asawa? Imposible, ngunit may nagtutulak sa kaniya na magkunwaring asawa nito. Marami ang dahilan niya para magpanggap bilang si Candice. Ang mga dahilan na iyon ang nag-uudyok sa kaniyang magkunwaring si Candice, hiramin ang pagkatao nito at takasan ang pagkatao niyang si Aurora Sandoval. He is not his wife.. she is not Candice. Life is not fair in her past, so maybe she could be HIS FAKE WIFE and pretend to be Candice for a spare time. She is Aurora and she will be Candice.. the lost wife of the rich and well-known Alted Dela Fuente.

Brandy:  My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me.  Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle.  We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.  Storm:  I always knew my father would pick my wife, but her! She is the worst he could do. She is fat, always eating, and messy. She can't do anything right but why is my wife suddenly all I am thinking about? Why am I stroking myself in the shower with only her image bringing me release? I don't want her but I can't stay away. There is something about her that will soon drive me crazy but I will resist at all costs. I have to. 

Juliet Sutton has always been hopelessly devoted. But the day her first love is diagnosed with cancer, she hands me a pill that can make someone forget. She says, "Matthew, Wilson doesn't have much time left. Give me three days. Let me give him the wedding he always dreamed of. "I won't break your heart. This pill only causes temporary memory loss. Once the ceremony is over, you take the antidote, fall in love with me again, and then we'll remarry." Seeing the resolve in her eyes, I take the pill and swallow it without hesitation. What Juliet doesn't know is that I'm the one who developed the pill. There is no antidote. In three days, I'll forget her completely.

Anais Vale vanished three years ago, breaking the terms of a legally binding marriage contract with billionaire CEO Cassian Vale. To the world, their short-lived marriage was a mystery. To Anais, it was survival. But when a mysterious legal summons pulls her out of hiding, she’s forced to return—not as a woman in love, but as a wife under obligation. Cassian, ruthless and unreadable, never divorced her. Their original contract still holds, and now he wants her back—if only to fulfill the remaining years and protect his corporate empire from a hostile takeover. Emotion is not part of the deal. But the contract hides more than just legal conditions. It conceals a past filled with betrayal, a family legacy steeped in secrets, and a shared history neither of them fully understands. Anais returns as a woman determined to endure it quietly. But things change quickly: she discovers Cassian’s health is failing, that someone wants her dead, and that her own tragic past may be connected to his family’s crimes. As the truth unravels, Anais is forced to confront who Cassian really is—and who she must become if she wants to survive in his world. Along the way, both begin to transform. Anais, once passive and self-effacing, begins to find her voice and strength. Cassian, seemingly heartless and stoic, is forced to feel and face the consequences of his past. Their story is a collision of control and vulnerability, love and guilt, power and protection. What begins as a contract slowly becomes a reckoning—and a second chance neither of them expected. But second chances come at a cost. And not every ending is fair.

Meet myself Bree Fischer. The daughter of the president and the first lady. I made a sacrifice to get into a contractual holy union to keep my parents secret safe. I did not know making the huge sacrifice will leave out in the cold with many regrets and pain.If only I had an opportunity to take back the hands of time I'd change the my decision. I failed to think about my decision properly. Blinded by love for my family I made an impulsive decision that I am paying a dear price today. I have it all the money and luxury but I do not know the beauty of marriage. I am married on paper. I am a wife to a paper

My family owned Belgard Estate, a historic wine property that had recently gone viral after serving as the backdrop for a series of advertisements and product livestreams. On one occasion, my butler and I could not even enter the grounds. Influencers crowded the entrance, phones raised, security overwhelmed. My fiancée apologized. "The mayor wanted to borrow the estate, dear. I couldn't tell him no," she said. "Just bear with it for a while, okay? Once the trend dies down, I'll have them all cleared out. Trust me." I trusted her. I never raised the issue again. Some time later, my grandfather prepared to celebrate his 90th birthday. I returned to the estate to retrieve our finest vintage for the occasion, only to find myself nearly crushed by a shrieking crowd packed outside the gates. I slipped away and made my way to the back entrance after someone in the crowd called me a "free-riding bum." Bewildered, I was ready to present proof of ownership when a woman shouted over the noise, "Didn't you hear? Miss LePenn has already announced that Belgard Estate has been given to Jacques Martin! I don't care how big a fan you are of him. You still have to buy a ticket to see him like the rest of us!" I stood there, stunned. Jacques? The first man I had ever allowed to use this estate for a product livestream? It belonged to him now? And since when had Sylvia become the mistress of this place? Since when did she even have a boyfriend? Enough was enough. It was time to bring these people's business with Belgard Estate to an end.

Delancy lives with her father and works in his store. When the store falls into debt she agrees to marry the son of her father's wealthy​ friend. Marrying a man she could barely understand was difficult but the challenges she encounters as she tries to unravel him leads her to question what is love. Can she love someone that no one could?

Shin Alexandra Ferrell, is a strong independent woman who has been through hell multiple times already. Since childhood she already experienced hell, things that a child shouldn't really have experienced in the first place however, she, herself wasn't expecting that there is even worse than what she had already experienced. It was the worst hell for her that made her leave and go on a hiatus for about a year. After a whole of being away from her homeland, the country that she also wants to forget yet also want to stay in - she came back but there's something different about her - something has changed. And that is something that the people who know her for a long time didn't expect and that change is something that should really be feared because she came back not to just sit back and do nothing - she came back for revenge, she came back to avenge herself from the pain that a single man caused but was she really successful?

I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.