Three-card Monte

After the real son, Asher Vale, was brought back, everything in our house became tied to drawing lots. The chef of the day, who would have to cook a particular person's preferred dishes, had to be decided by drawing lots. Even our parents' kisses and hugs were chosen the same way. I always drew the short stick. The long stick, by default, belonged to Asher. He never had to do anything to receive our parents' love. Whenever I felt it was unfair and wanted to cry, Mom would scold me sharply, "I bought the lot-drawing box because I was afraid you'd feel hurt. I wanted to be fair to both of you. If you want something, decide it yourselves. Your father and I won't interfere. If you can't draw the long stick, you can only blame your bad luck." So I began practicing every day, shaking the box diligently, over and over, in hopes that one day, it would help me earn my parents' love. Unfortunately, for ten years, I never once drew the long stick. Until my birthday. Asher wanted to go to the amusement park, and Mom once again told us to decide by drawing lots. I secretly glued the two short sticks together and handed them to Mom, hoping to keep her with me. She slapped me hard across the face, screaming that I was cheating and disobedient. Then she stormed out of the house with Asher. When I fell to the ground, the short stick stabbed deep into my neck. 'I'm sorry, Mom. Next time, I'll work harder. Next time, I'll definitely draw the long stick.'

Ako si Skyler Dela Rio ang nag-iisang slave ni Prince Alexander Monte Verde Matalik kaming magkaibigan simula pagkabata dahil ako ay isa ring prinsipe noon na anak ng hari at reyna ng Kaharian ng Dela Rio ngunit nagbago ang takbo ng lahat simula noong mamatay ang aking mga magulang. Kinupkop ako sa kaharian ng Monte Verde at nagtrabaho bilang slave ng prinsipe Magkaibigan kami ngunit hindi niya alam na higit pa sa kaibigan ang nararamdaman ko para sa kaniya Paano kaya kapag nalaman niya ang tungkol sa nararamdaman ko para sa kaniya? Susuklian niya ba itong pagmamahal ko sa kaniya o ipagtatabuyan niya ako sa kaharian? Basahin kung ano ang magiging takbo ng aming storya!

He was the Master of Golden Liberty who everyone was scared of. He was also the famous and elusive divine doctor. He returned to the city silently, but the Millers despised him, and even his fiancée wanted to call off the engagement.  Everything started with a broken engagement…

They Met They Loved Now they hate "Happy Birthday", the card read. Lylah's dark eyebrows rose, who would cross over cities with her just to give her a birthday card? Couldn't be her best friend, or? "No", she yelled. It couldn't be He wouldn't dare

I return home from my business trip that night. The pharmacy I always go to calls to say that my membership card was used that afternoon, but the payment failed, and the account needs to be topped up. I look over at my wife, Catherine Francis, who's focused on making dinner. I ask her what she bought. She smiles and pulls out a box of supplements. "I've been staying up late working these past few days. My heart's been acting up a little, so I bought some heart supplements." Seeing my expression go flat, she lets out a helpless sigh and takes a card out of her bag. "I know you're particular about money. Since I accidentally used your membership card, I'll pay you back ten times. Okay?" However, I don't take the card like I used to. I just look at her calmly and say, "Let's get a divorce."

Synopsis Bianca Carlisle had always known loving Louis Monte was dangerous, but she couldn't stop herself. Their secret affair had been a passionate whirlwind, hidden behind closed doors. She had given him her heart, but in the end, he had chosen her step-sister. Louis Monte was a ruthless billionaire, a man who valued power over love. When the time came to settle down, he didn't hesitate to announce his engagement to Bianca’s estranged step-sister,choosing legacy and status over passion. Bianca was shattered, but she refused to be his dirty little secret. She walked away. But Louis didn't take the breakup well. He wasn’t the type of man to be left behind. However, the tainted reputation of Bianca’s mother,a woman known for being a mistress to powerful men,was a shadow he couldn't ignore. Marriage was out of the question. On the night of his bachelor party, fate took a twisted turn. Bianca was drugged by an unknown enemy, and in her vulnerable state, she stumbled into Louis’s arms. Fueled by desire and old emotions, he couldn’t resist her. That night, he made love to her one last time. When Bianca finds out she’s pregnant, she knows she can’t stay. Louis will never choose her, and she refuses to let her child grow up in the same web of betrayal and heartbreak. So, she does the only thing she can,she runs. But Louis Monte is not a man who lets go of what’s his. And when he finds out the truth, there will be nowhere left for Bianca to hide.

For three years, I was nothing but a replacement. After my hundredth blood donation to my three wives' true love, I vanished from their lives. They bombarded my phones with thousands of phone calls and ten times that number of text messages. 'I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, honey! I know I let our mom down. You can do anything to me, but please don't leave me!' 'Please, honey, I'm sorry. I'll do anything. I won't do it again, I swear! Just come back!' 'You can't leave me, honey! You're going to drive me mad! I can't live without you!' 'Please, just tell me where you are! Take my call, please!' … I changed my SIM card once I went back to Imperia and blocked all my wives' contacts. Peace and quiet came back to me. Three months later, I was told that my wives' companies went bust, and the love of their lives swindled them out of every single cent they had. And now they were scouring the land for me. That was a joke. They did not panic when they still had everything. They should never have done what they did. Too late for regrets.

For once, Gianna wants things to go smoothly in her life. After breaking the engagement with her cheater fiancé three years ago, she feels like she wasted enough time. Her bestfriend urges her to find a lover, especially that Marson seems desperate to fill in the role. Now that she finally allows herself to try love the second time, fate hands her down a card she can’t help but gamble. Caden Vitaro is famous band member of a pop-rock band. Now that the band decided to end their journey, a final tribute is on the way and Caden is given a challenge to compose one more song for the fans. The only problem is, he lost himself in guilt to what happened three years ago, and so is his passion. Coming back to his hometown in South Ganuala, he meets his first love, the first girl who put melody and rhythm in his life, his first fan girl. Maybe she will heal him and be his muse. Or maybe, the lost love between them will break him even more.

"Spread your legs, little omega slut," he said to me. "I am sorry, there are rules here, sir. We do not sleep with customers here." "Who made those rules?" he asked, whirling the wine in his glass. "The owner of this place," I replied, irritated by all the unnecessary questions. "Who is the owner of this place?" "Mr. Killian Cabello." I replied tersely. This man was arrogant and wanted to defile the rules to show me he could do whatever he wanted. He took out a card from his pocket and handed it to me. "I usually do not give out my card to the likes of you but look at it." I looked at the card and saw his name written boldly on it. He was the owner of this place. He made those rules and is willing to break them now? My eyes widened at the realization. I looked at him. "You are Killian Cabello?" He smirked devilishly. "Now, spread your legs, Omega."

How much did my wife love me? To marry me, she proposed ninety-nine times. I was not moved until the hundredth. On our wedding day, I gave her ninety-nine make-up cards. We agreed that as long as all of them were not used up, I would stay with her. Five years into our marriage, she used one card every time she went out to be with her crush. When she reached the ninety-seventh card, she suddenly noticed that I had changed. I no longer begged for her to stay. When she lost control because of her adorable secretary, I asked her, “If you don't come back tonight, can I use a make-up card?” She paused for a moment and then softened, which was rare for her. “Okay.” I nodded and let her leave. She thought she still had many make-up cards. She didn't realize this was his last chance.