Table Saw Blade Stop

“Love.” “Boobae.” “Jes?..” It feels like a reunion for Nick, George, Scarlett, and Jessica. After five years, muli silang nagkita. Ngunit sa pagkakataong ito, para silang estrangherong apat. Pare-parehong kumunot ang noo nina Nick, George, at Scarlett nang titigan nila ang babaeng kamukhang-kamukha ni Jessica. She is not Jessica, bulong nila sa sarili. Ibang-iba siya sa Jessica na kilala nila. Ang babaeng nasa harap nila ay isang sophisticated woman with a strong aura. The way she dresses, halos nipple na lang ang natatakpan. Malayong-malayo sa dating Jessica. Hindi ganito si Jessica. Mahinhin siya, mahiyain, mabait, maunawain. Pero ang babae sa harap nila ngayon ay puno ng kumpiyansa sa sarili. Ang isang titig pa lang niya ay parang kutsilyong gustong dumurog sa'yo. Yes, gano’n na gano’n ang kanyang aura. Matapang. Hindi nagpapa-api. Ang pag-asa ng tatlong magkakaibigan ay tila naglaho. Dahil si Audrey Castellan ay hindi kailanman magiging si Jessica. Ang pinakamamahal nilang si Jessica… ay limang taon nang patay. Maghihilom na kaya ang puso nilang sugatan mula sa matinding pagsisisi sa sarili, sa muling paglitaw ng isang babaeng kamukhang-kamukha ni Jessica? May pag-asa bang muling liliwanag ang madilim nilang mundo… dahil kay Audrey Castellan? Malalaman natin 'yan sa Book 2 ng Unstoppable Desire: Revelation and Road to Happiness.

I'm at an auction with my mother-in-law, Agnes Bachert. She spots a breathtaking emerald necklace, and we end up winning it for 30 million dollars. The auctioneer signals for payment. To make things easier, Agnes suggests charging it to my father-in-law Otto Garrett's account. But just as she says this, a flashy middle-aged woman and a young woman storm over. The younger woman, Janette Saccone, grabs Agnes' arm while the middle-aged woman, Ruth Coleman, slaps her hard. "I knew something was off!" Ruth snarls. "You're a nasty old bitch for destroying my family and trying to seduce my husband! I hope you suffer!" I rush to shield Agnes. "Are you okay?" Ruth's sharp gaze snaps onto me when she hears me speak. "Your mother-in-law has no shame, throwing herself at rich men. And you're not even embarrassed for her?" I step in front of Agnes and tell Ruth that I'm married into the Garrett family, then demand to know who she is. Ruth gives me a cold, arrogant look. "Who am I? I'm Otto Garrett's legal wife—the one he married officially!" She gives me a look of pure contempt. "And who are you to question me?" Before I can say a single word, she pulls out her phone and dials a number. "Clement, my dear son, get to the auction house right now! Help me catch this homewrecker!" Clement Garrett? That's my husband. Since when does he have another mother?

A supposed to be small mistakes, makes everything complicated for Matilda. A perfect day with the perfect people around her, it was supposed to stay that way but a guy named Gideon Martinez came to the picture. A good day turned into a nightmare when she ruined Gideon's business meeting. Gideon doesn't take sorry, a ruthless young man. He always think that a single mistakes means a big consequences.

"You conniving bitch, I've had enough of you! Your face makes me sick! Just fricking go to hell, Lana!" The anger in his eyes, the disgust on his face... These were everything Lana was used to,. but her heart still bled at those words. 23yr old , Lana Fernandez wanted nothing more than the love of her husband but this seems like a dream that can never be accomplished. Her husband, Damien Romero only married her at the insistence of his grandmother because she saved his life but his heart will always belong to his ex-lover Rina... or so he thought. Trapped in a loveless marriage to be an afterthought, to a woman she'd never measure up to, and mistreated by both her husband and his family, Lana seeks a divorce after the loss of her baby. Determined to forget him completely, she returns to her life and suddenly, Damien sees she's not who he thinks she is. The woman who was thought to be a gold digger and a low life was actually a Billionaire Heiress! And as ugly truths rear up their ugly heads, Damien realises he wants her back and she's actually the key to his sanity. But will Lana help him discover the peace he seeks? Or will she let him be devoured by the very pain he caused her?

I followed an account of a couple that was not very popular but was very sweet. The account recorded every detail of the account owner and her boyfriend. They would argue over a plate of pasta and then look at each other and smile, playfully calling the other person a child at heart. They would hug tightly under the starry sky on a mountain top and say that they wished time could stop at this moment. Although the account owner never showed her face, I was still touched by her captions. The account was updated again the day before I was getting married. [Ten years of love ends here. From now on, he's just her husband, and I'm just her best friend. This account will no longer be updated. I wish my best friend and her beloved man a happy ever after.] The photo showed my fiancé, Josh Clark, and me, taken from behind.

After secretly registering our marriage, my lawyer husband, Benedict White, proposed holding a public wedding ceremony every time he gained favor with his lover, Anna Lester. Over three years, Benedict asked me thirty-three times and broke thirty-three promises. The first time, Anna’s dog died. He said we had to mourn for three months to honor it. I stood in a wedding dress and apologized endlessly to the friends and relatives seated below the stage. The second time, Anna had menstrual pain. He turned around on the way and went to care for her. After that, every ceremony he promised came with a new problem from Anna. I cried. I protested. Yet Benedict always said, “She's just a friend with benefits. You’re my wife. Don’t be so petty about it.” After the thirty-third time, I finally grew tired. I slid a divorce agreement across the table in front of him. “Let’s get this over with.”

All along, I've been following a social media account that's dedicated to a couple sharing about their romance. It doesn't have a lot of followers, but the posts are all very heartwarming. The owner of the account records all the little details about his relationship with his girlfriend. They get into arguments over a plate of pasta before breaking into laughter and calling each other an overgrown child. They climb up the hill to hold each other under the sky full of stars, wishing they could make time pause at that very moment. Even though the owner of the account never reveals his face, I am always moved by the words he writes. The day before my wedding, the owner uploads a new post. "This marks the end of our ten-year relationship. From now on, she'll be his wife, and I'll only be his friend. There won't be any more updates to this account. I wish nothing but the best for my best friend and the woman he loves the most." The picture uploaded with this caption is one of my fiancee and me, taken from behind.

My husband and I go on a road trip back to my hometown before Christmas. I want to ride shotgun, but he chases me to the backseat so his female colleague can sit in front. He says, "Isabel gets carsick easily. You are my wife, so you should be more considerate of her." He seems to have forgotten that I'm pregnant—my morning sickness is at its peak. Halfway through the journey, he and Isabel Slater start smoking. They make me throw up. The smell disgusts them, and my husband wants to teach me a lesson. He and Isabel leave me at the rest stop. Unbeknownst to them, my family is already waiting there. This time, I'm going back with them and getting an abortion and divorce. Later, my husband is filled with regret when he learns the child is gone.

Orphaned at birth, Lena Warrick spent twenty years locked away in a secluded academy, training to be a warrior. Her heart longed to be free, to escape far away from the village of Lucania! A strange force beckoned her, making her restless to escape! Maybe it was an impossible dream! She was the chosen Luna for Ajax, the future Alpha of the Luceres Pack. His father, Alpha Atticus, promised to divulge her identity only if she gave in. There was no other way than to surrender. However, on the eve of the Luna Ceremony, their pack was attacked by the most powerful group of warriors led by their indomitable Alpha, Zephyrus. In a matter of minutes, he overpowered them, leaving her at his mercy as a war prisoner. After twenty years, Zephyrus Averoff returned to his village, Lucania, to avenge the death of his family and pack at the hands of the ruthless Alpha Atticus. Soon he wiped out the enemy and reclaimed his land, his pack. What about the prisoner he had captured whom his wolf, Zeus, already acknowledged as his mate? To what extent will Lena go to know her true identity? Why couldn’t she accept the mate bond between them? What would Zephyrus do when the dark secrets of her past are out? Would he accept the enemy, reject her, or claim her as his mate? The first book of the Overpowered Series, this story can be read as a standalone book.

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.