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Paano kung malaman mo na ang papel na pinirmahan mo na akala mo ay para sa insurance lang ay marriage certificate na pala? Paano kung magising ka na lang isang araw tapos malaman mong matagal ka na palang kasal sa isang lalake na hindi mo pa nakikita o nakikilala? Paano haharapin ni Mikael Mendoza ang panibagong buhay niya kasama ang isang lalake na ayaw makita ni anino niya? Damon Monverde, isang magaling at kilalang Doctor. Kinatakutan din siya dahil sa taglay na kagaspangan ng ugali nito na kahit pinakamaliit na pagkakamali ay hindi niya pinapalampas. A man with few words, but when he speaks it is sharper than the sharpest thing on earth. Paano matitiis ni Mikael Mendoza ang katulad niya? May pag-asa rin kayang mahulog sila sa isa't-isa? THE SWEET BEAUTIFUL ROMANCE

Naïve and young, she-wolf Mariana Rose took the fall for her mate, Evan Hugh, agreeing to serve time in prison for a murder he committed. He promised to free her within a month—and marry her. But none of that happened. Instead of freedom, she received a wedding invitation from him and a death certificate of her father. Now, vengeance burns hotter than heartbreak. Furious to the core, she accepted a deal from a mysterious woman who bailed her out and arranged for her plastic surgery. Given a new face, Mariana is reborn into a princess. Under a stolen identity as the youngest daughter of the elite Silverthorne pack, she is ordered to infiltrate the most powerful pack in history. But her cover is threatened by the dangerous Rozen Ricks—the clan’s brooding alpha with a chilling aura, whose dark fearsome eyes pierce through her lies who seemed to know exactly what she’s hiding. He thinks she’s a threat, an enemy. She knows he’s a monster. And neither of them is ready for the forbidden fire that ignites between them.

My husband's childhood friend says she wants her crystal beads to soak up some of the good luck in our home. Because of that, he scatters the beads on the floor, making me slip and miscarry. I'm in agony as I lie on the operating table. I call my husband incessantly, but all he does is block my number. I lie in the hospital ward after the operation. I see my husband's childhood friend's social media update—a photo of him worshipfully holding out a certificate while getting down on one knee. It's captioned, "He loves me so much! I said I'm interested in running a business and he actually set up a company for me!" On the day of the branch company's grand opening, my husband's childhood friend wears an expensive custom-made gown. Meanwhile, I wear her discarded goods. I'm barred from even entering the building. I suppress my bitterness and call my lawyer. "Are the divorce procedures done?"

Emma Blanton twists her ankle, and my fiance, Matthew Harrison, insists on becoming her personal chauffeur. When I voice my disapproval, he makes an even more outrageous decision. He moves Emma into my apartment at Bellemont District—the apartment I bought with my own money. He argues like he's the victim, "You're being selfish. She's injured, and living alone is too dangerous for her right now. I'm just being a decent human being. "And that place is sitting empty anyway. Having someone there helps with security." On the morning we were supposed to get our marriage certificate, he doesn't show up. I call, expecting apologies. Instead, I hear, "Emma had a fever this morning—101 Fahrenheit. I had to take her to urgent care. We can postpone getting the marriage certificate. Her health can't wait." To hell with postponing! I grab my phone and call David Rockefeller. "Do you want to marry me? Then get to City Hall. I'm serious—right now."

My newlywed husband forces me, a late-stage liver cancer patient, to drink hard liquor just to please his secretary. When the secretary later stages a setup, pretending to take a knife for him, she loses too much blood. In a panic, he demands that I give her a blood transfusion. I name my price—ten million dollars. He sneers. "Your blood really is worth its weight in gold, huh?" Of course it is. A liver cancer patient's blood doesn't come cheap. Later, when his precious secretary crashes into my car, he mocks me again. "You caused the accident on purpose, didn't you? Stop pretending—you just want more money. Wendy Yaeger, you disgust me." I'm done. All I want now is to get that divorce certificate before I die, but he looks down at me with disdain. "Don't use such pathetic tricks to get my attention. You're not even qualified to negotiate with me." Fine. Once I'm dead, the marriage will end on its own.

Whenever Rachel Cooper loses it, I know I'm about to get divorced again. I close my eyes. "We are divorcing for the ninth time." Marcus Miller massages his temples and says regretfully, "Vivian, Barry died all of a sudden, leaving his wife and her unborn baby behind. I can't ignore them. Relax. Once the baby's born, we'll remarry. We won't separate ever again!" I remain silent. I already heard this promise eight times before. Barry Miller's sudden death is the reason for Rachel's breakdown. It also caused Marcus and me to divorce for the first time. Back then, Rachel was already pregnant, prompting Marcus to divorce me. He will remarry me once he has comforted her. Over the past nine months, we have married and divorced eight times. Everyone mocks me by calling me the Eight-Ring Wonder. I also find it ridiculous. After I accept the divorce certificate, one of the court staff secretly asks me, "When are you getting married again?" I answer calmly, "There's no next time."

My mother was dying. Her only wish before she passed was to see me married. For 27 days, I begged my girlfriend, Monica Teller, and she finally agreed to register for marriage with me on the 27th day. I waited at the courthouse until closing, but she never came. That same day, her childhood sweetheart, Gurney Barnes, posted their marriage certificate on social media. [Time sure flies. Three more days, and we'll have been married for a month.] It was then I finally realized that she had married her childhood sweetheart since the first day I started begging her. Not long after, an apology text from Monica buzzed on my phone. [I'm so sorry, Lincoln. Gurney's family was forcing him into marriage. I couldn't stand by and watch him get shackled to a stranger. Just give it three days. We'll file for divorce. Three days later, I'll marry you." Three days later, she showed up at the courthouse in a wedding gown, But the only thing waiting for her was my message. [Goodbye, Monica. May we never meet again.]

When it comes to love, is Second chance truly the charm?*****Amelia Ross’s contract marriage with her billionaire boss came to an end when the one woman he’s been dying to have for years suddenly returned to town. Her heart got broken as she’d started developing feelings for her hot boss but knowing it was a contract marriage, she gathered the remaining pieces of her shattered heart and left town after being paid off by her boss, Ryan Davidson. Unluckily for her, she realized she was carrying his child a few months after the abrupt end of their contract. With no intentions of returning to him, she raised the baby and began a new life, from scratch. But just when things have finally begun to go well for her and she’s met a man that has healed her broken heart, Ryan stepped into her life again, laying claims to not just her, but to the child.What made it more infuriating was that he showed up with a marriage certificate, one that very much proved they were still married.To know more about my books, follow me on Instagram @sophia.bendel

After two years of marriage, Khloe Roswell went to reissue her marriage certificate—and discovered the document she'd cherished was a forgery. Determined to confront her husband, Trey Fox, she instead overheard the devastating truth: the man who had tenderly cared for her for six years had, in fact, been married for five—to their university’s advisor, who was six years older than him. She wasn't just his cover; he had branded her barren and forced her to raise his child with another woman. Disgusted, Khloe called the lawyer about her inheritance. Her declaration was simple and left no room for doubt. "I am unmarried. I have no children. The assets are mine, and mine alone." With that, she walked away without a backward glance. Trey, smug and convinced she had nowhere to go, waited for her to come crawling back. He never imagined the day he'd see Khloe again in a marriage alliance broadcast to the nation. Now, she stood in the spotlight, commanding unimaginable wealth, side-by-side with a man at the pinnacle of power—basking in the world's envy.

I'd spent an entire year preparing for my son Tristan Pascall's spot at a top international school. By the final admissions review, I had every single document ready. All that was missing was the original copy of Richard Pascall and my marriage certificate. Once we handed that in, it would be official. But when we got to the admissions office, Richard turned on me, accusing me of arranging this without telling him. Before I could clap back, the admin frowned and said, "Ma'am, according to the system, Mr. Pascall's spouse isn't you." My whole body went cold. And then Iris Poole—who had been standing behind Richard this whole time—stepped up and slid her marriage certificate across the counter. The staff checked it, nodded, and said, "Mr. Pascall, Ms. Poole, your registration date is June, four years ago. Everything looks fine. You may proceed." June, four years ago. That was the exact month Richard held my hand in front of all our friends and family at our engagement party and promised I was his one true love. He had lied to me about that for the past seven years.