What Do Sarcos Eat

Para masalba ang kompanya ng kanyang ama, napilitan si Bianca na pakasalan si Lucien Hoffman—isang ruthless at disabled na lalaki. Ngunit sa mismong araw ng kanilang kasal, nagulat ang lahat nang makita nilang nakakalakad ito nang maayos. At hindi lang iyon, napakaguwapo pa ni Lucien! Nang magtagpo ang kanilang landas, malamig na sinabi ni Lucien kay Bianca, "I will never love you or sleep with you. To me, you're nothing but a contracted wife." Ngunit dumating ang araw na hindi na niya magawang sundin ang nakasaad sa kontrata. Malumanay niyang sinabi, "I don't know, but I lose my mind when you're not here with me. Now, I’ll treat you as my wife. I will love you and… make love to you.” Umiling si Bianca. “It's a breach of contract! Do you know you'll have to pay for it?” Ngumiti si Lucien. “I can pay for that breach of contract even multiple times, as long as you'll be mine." Ngunit paano kung ang kontratang nagbuklod sa kanila ay siya ring maging dahilan para magkalayo sila?

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.

Dahil sa malaking problemang kinakaharap ng pamilya ni Bella, kinailangan nyang lumuwas ng Maynila upang makipag-sapalaran. Since sya lang ang inaasahan sa kanila, nag-doble kayod sya upang matugunan ang iba pa nilang pangangailangan at maisalba ang bahay at ilang ari-ariang naipundar ng kanyang mga magulang. Bukod doon, kailangan din nyang maipagamot ang kanyang amang may sakit. Dito nya makikilala ang isang lalaking magiging parte ng kanyang buhay. Isang mayamang abogado. Kapalit ng tulong na ibibigay nito sa kanya, ay ang alok naman nitong kasal pansamantala lamang. Kasal na sa mata ng lahat ay isang perpekto at masaya, ngunit sa kabila nito ay isang kontratang naglalaman ng mga kasunduan. Mapaglalabanan kaya nila ang bugso ng damdamin, o mapapanatili ang sinumpaang kasunduan?

Two people from two different backgrounds. Does anyone believe that a man who has both money and power like him at the first meeting fell madly in love with her? She is a realist, when she learns that this attractive man has a crush on her, she instinctively doesn't believe it, not only that, and then tries to stay away because she thinks he's just a guy with a lot of money. Just enjoy new things. She must be the exception. So, the two of them got involved a few times. Then, together, overcome our prejudices toward the other side and move towards a long-lasting relationship.

Light cannot dwell in peace with the darkness. The same thing goes with how the flames cannot be mixed with water. However, Selah Damson made it happen when she encountered him, Archer Evans. A man who brings darkness onto her feet, his presence was an open grave to anyone. His cold stares would entice you to sin, and his touch would melt you until you are fallen into the deepest waves. Having him around invites danger, yet Selah believes that a fusion of light and darkness is possible. Believing that she can be a lamp unto his gloomy night, will she ever succeed?

Três dias antes do meu casamento, descobri que Shane Dawson havia mudado o local da cerimônia da casa da vovó Mae, no Sul, para o Castillo de Sol, o castelo espanhol que Tania Collins — sua antiga paixão de infância — adorava. Eu o confrontei, mas acabei ouvindo ele reclamar ao amigo: — Graças a Deus a Tania tem bom gosto. Caso contrário, eu seria motivo de piada pelo resto da vida. O amigo retrucou: — Você não prometeu que faria a cerimônia na casa da avó dela? Não tem medo que ela fique brava e se recuse a se casar? Shane apenas riu, com frieza e deboche. — Os Quinn estão à beira da falência. Casar comigo é a única saída dela. Ela não pode arriscar. Já pedi ao cerimonialista para ligar para ela. Aposto que agora ela está correndo pra trocar o vôo. A vergonha e a raiva queimaram no meu peito. Mordi o lábio, e no fim, fui embora. Três dias depois, o casamento no castelo aconteceu como planejado, só que eu não mudei o vôo. Eu não apareci. Em vez disso, estava no velho pátio da vovó Mae, me casando com outro homem. Até hoje, o Shane não entende. Eu nunca quis me casar com ele em busca de alguma "rota de fuga". Eu quis me casar por um amor que durou dez anos. Mas quando o sonho acaba, é preciso coragem para escolher outro caminho.

Quando a família Costa estava à beira da falência, os pais de Daniel Costa vieram implorar por um casamento arranjado. Meu pai, com pena de mim por ter amado Daniel durante dez anos, investiu bilhões para salvar a família Costa e me casou com ele. Na noite de núpcias, Daniel cobriu meus olhos com um véu vermelho e me tomou repetidamente na cama, sem piedade. Um mês depois, cheia de alegria, eu fui até ele com o teste de gravidez nas mãos, mas acabei ouvindo uma conversa entre ele e seus amigos no bar: — Vocês acham que o filho que a Iolanda Moreira está esperando é de qual homem, depois de ser fodida por mais de dez caras? Um dos amigos caiu na gargalhada: — Mestre Daniel, eu só fui três vezes. Não pode ser meu, né? — Eu aposto no Leo! — Outro disse. — Ele é insano na cama. Naquela noite, ele fez a Iolanda gritar de loucura. Aposto dez mil que é dele! Foi aí que eu entendi. Naquela noite de núpcias, quem tinha feito sexo comigo tantas vezes não era Daniel, mas seus mais de dez amigos. Desesperada, eu invadi o bar e o confrontei. Daniel, sem um pingo de remorso, respondeu: — Está chorando por quê? Se a sua família não tivesse usado a injeção de capital para me chantagear, forçando a Rebeca a ir embora, eu nunca teria feito isso com você. Vou te dizer uma coisa: no dia em que a Rebeca me perdoar, eu te deixo em paz. Arrasada, eu pedi o divórcio. Mas Daniel me ameaçou com o vídeo daquela noite em que eu fui abusada por seus amigos e me trancou no porão: — Não tenha pressa de ir embora. Eu e meus amigos ainda estamos apostando quem é o pai dessa criança que você está esperando! Oito meses depois, eu dei à luz no porão e morri junto com o bebê. Quando abri os olhos novamente, percebi que havia voltado no tempo, para o dia em que a família Costa implorava ao meu pai por uma injeção de capital e um casamento arranjado. Desta vez, no dia do meu casamento, foi Daniel quem chorou até os olhos ficarem vermelhos.

"Your pregnant Harriet." When Harriet Smith hears those very words she had been dreading, she knew her world would change forever. She was forced into a loveless marriage. Mr Smith was a powerful, rich man. He had never wanted to marry Harriet, but to keep his family happy, he entered into a contract marriage. Harriet always played the dutiful wife, but she did the one thing you should never do into a contract marriage, and that is to fall head over heels in love with your husband. Not knowing what to do, she seeks help from one of Mr Smith's closest friends. When Mr Smith claims to really be in love with her, does she believe him? After everything he has done to her? Does he only want her because she is in love with someone else?

On my wedding day, my fiancé’s childhood sweetheart arrived, wearing the exact same custom wedding dress as me. They stood together, greeting guests, while I smiled and praised them as a match made in heaven. Humiliated, she left the venue in tears. In her defense, my fiancé publicly accused me of being petty and unreasonable. After the wedding reception, he left with her for the honeymoon we had planned together. I didn’t cry. Instead, I called my lawyer immediately.

At the age of twenty, I mated to my father's best friend, Lucian, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack despite our age difference. He was eight years older than me and was known in the pack as the cold-hearted King of Hell. He was ruthless in the pack and never got close to any she-wolves, but he was extremely gentle and sweet towards me. He would buy me the priceless Fangborn necklace the next day just because I casually said, "It looks good." When I curled up in bed in pain during my period, he would put aside Alpha councils and personally make pain suppressant for me, coaxing me to drink spoonful by spoonful. He would hug me tight when we mated, calling me "sweetheart" in a low and hoarse voice. He claimed I was so alluring that my body had him utterly addicted as if every curve were a narcotic he couldn't quit. He even named his most valuable antique Stormwolf Armour "For Elise". For years, I had believed it was to commemorate the melody I had played at the piano on our first encounter—the very tune that had sparked our love story. Until that day, I found an old photo album in his study. The album was full of photos of the same she-wolf. You wouldn’t believe this, but we looked like twin sisters! The she-wolf in one of the photos was playing the piano and smiling brightly. The back of the photo said, "For Elise." ... After discovering the truth, I immediately drafted a severance agreement to sever our mate bond. Since Lucian only cared about Elise, no way in hell I would be your Luna Alice anymore.