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Menemukanmu adalah hal sangat membahagiakan buatku, kamu datang membawa kebahagiaan yang telah lama hilang dalam hidupku. Karena kehadiranmu, aku bisa percaya akan takdir. Aku mencintaimu, walau pada akhirnya aku pergi meninggalkanmu terlebih dahulu.

Bela viveu a paixão pelo seu oficio a ponto de perder a vida. Seu marido sabia que aquele haras seria o fim para os Dois. Bela faleceu pisoteada por um cavalo no fim de sua gravidez. Sua filha nasceu e cresceu com aversão pelos animais. Até encontrar Castanha e surpreender a todos com a mudança de vida que aquelas quatro patas lhe proporcionou. Pillar teria que lutar bravamente para cuidar do cavalo pois o pai sofria com o medo de perder sua filha assim como perdeu a mãe para o Arabe selvagem de nome Bonito.

Pagmamalupit at pang-aabuso ang naranasan ni Emilia sa kanyang tiyahin mula pagkabata niya ito na lang kasi ang tanging kaanak na meron siya kaya tiniis niya ang lahat ng paghihirap niya rito. Sa ika-labing walong taon na kaarawan niya ay binenta siya ng kanyang tiya sa isang bar at dito ay halos hindi niya kinaya ang magiging kapalaran niya. Dito niya nakilala si Ralph ang misteryosong lalaki na nagligtas sa kanya sa isang costumer na pinagtangkaan siyang saktan. Dinala siya nito sa probinsya kung saan ay nagmamay-ari ito ng isang napakalaking lupain dahil alam niya na mabuti itong tao sa pagkakaligtas sa kanya ay labis-labis ang pasasalamat niya rito. Pero may kapalit ang lahat ng pagtulong nito sa kanya dahil pinilit siya nito na maging asawa nito at dito nagsimula na matuklasan niya ang totoo nitong pagkatao at ang totoo niya rin na pagkatao. Original Erotic/Romance story by: Seirinsky

Arkadewi Lintang Bestari--menghirup napas di bumi ini selama dua puluh tiga tahun, tetapi belum pernah sekalipun mengenalkan seorang kekasih kepada keluarga karena larangan dari orang tuanya. Caraka Altair Abimana--terpaksa kembali ke Indonesia lebih cepat dari perjanjiannya dengan keluarga Bestari untuk mengurus istrinya yang tidak tahu-menahu tentang pernikahan mereka. Mengapa Arka tidak tahu kalau dirinya sudah menikah? Perjanjiaan apa yang dimiliki Caraka dengan keluarga Bestari?

เธอคือ ผิง สาวน้อยไร้เดียงสาที่เกิดมาไม่เคยแม้แต่สัมผัสคำว่ารัก จนกระทั่งวันหนึ่งเธอได้พลั้งปากออกไปว่า "ผิงอยากเป็นเมียแด๊ดค่ะ" "แต่ฉันไม่ได้รักเธอนะ จะทนอยู่กับฉันได้จริงๆหรอ" แต่คนที่ขึ้นชื่อว่าเป็นปีศาจอย่าง เวล มีหรือที่จะไม่สนองในสิ่งที่เธอต้องการ

Gretel, er, I mean, Gabriella Salazar finds temptation and desperation to be too great and breaks into a wicked witch’s—uh, that is—a pretentious, rich woman’s condo, only to discover she’s not the only one with a B & E fetish. The twist is that the mysterious, handsome Hansel to her Gretel who has also stolen into the same apartment is anything but brotherly, and the two strangers find themselves lip-locked before the evening is over. Now Gabby and her new, aggravating accomplice must get crafty and work together to free themselves and everyone they hold dear from a mad woman’s clutches.But breaking and entering never ends with a happily ever after. Right?

After five years of marriage, Zac Saunders felt the need to protect his son with his mistress. Not only did he pressure me into terminating the pregnancy, but he also conspired with the board of directors to remove me from my position as vice president. He held Jemma Jacobs close, wearing a wicked grin."Samantha Lewis," he sneered, "since you won't obey...""...Jemma take your place from now on," he continued.I pushed his hand away, pulling Jemma in front of me. Ignoring her struggles, I firmly grabbed her hair and forced her to tilt her head back."Come on," I urged, "tell him, who do you belong to?"

When I died with a smile on my face, right before my brother's eyes, he looked as if the anguish might tear him apart. Yet, for twenty-one years, he hadn't stopped wishing I would meet this exact end. It all traced back to my fifth birthday—the day I had innocently hoped our parents would come home from their business trip to celebrate with me. They rushed back that night but never made it. A car accident took both their lives. From that moment on, my brother resented me, despised me. He didn't just stand idly by as our cousin snatched up my work as her own; he encouraged it. And when my landlord threw me out, it wasn't a random cruelty—it was my brother pulling the strings. All he had ever wanted, from the very beginning, was to see me die a miserable death. But when he finally got his wish… why did he cry, pleading for me to come back, begging me to call him 'brother' one last time?

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!” After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater, I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!" Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.