When Does Blind Frog Ranch Come Back On

Two years into her marriage, nakaupo si Ysabel Gomez sa Quezon City Civil Registry, hawak ang marriage certificate nila ni Rafael Jimenez. Pero sa isang iglap, naglaho ang lahat nang matuklasan niyang peke pala ang kasal nila. Every I love you’s… Every promise of forever… it was nothing but lies she had foolishly believed. Dahil natuklasan niyang si Rafael Jimenez, ang lalaking minahal niya ng anim na taon, ay kasal na pala sa isang propesor na mas matanda sa kanya. She felt her world crumbling into pieces. “I’m unmarried. Childless. And I’ll inherit everything,” mariin niyang wika sa abogado nang kaniyang ama. Sa unang pagkakataon, pinili niyang pakinggan ang sarili. Tahimik siyang naglaho sa mata ng lahat. Hindi para magtago, kundi para bumangon. At nang muling makita siya ng mundo, hindi na siya ang babaeng minsang niloko at iniwan. Siya na ngayon ang babaeng tinitingala ng lahat. Confident, elegant, at nakatayo sa tabi ng isang makapangyarihang lalaki na hindi siya tinrato bilang pag-aari, kundi bilang kapantay. Habang pinapanood naman siya ni Rafael, doon napagtanto ng lalaki kung ano ang sinayang niya. And as Ysabel smiled before the flashing cameras, surrounded by a world that once pitied her, a smirk plastered on her face. Her story wasn’t over yet. This was only the beginning.

"Who is she?" "She's the one I truly love." "And what about me? What am I? What about our marriage?" "This marriage was nothing but a sham." Jackson and Olivia's marriage was made in heaven and arranged by their parents. Everything was perfect. Olivia had thought that she had found her happily ever after until her husband showed her true colors. Impregnated and cheated on, Olivia flees the city a broken woman. But five years later, her ex-husband is at her doorstep and he wants her back. And he would do anything to win her forgiveness.

Face à l'amour on a l'impression que le cerveau se ferme. La réflexion à la question de savoir si ce qu'on fait est bien ou mal nous échappe. Alors on aime. On aime aveuglément au point de donner ses sens à l'autre. Or, Petit à petit on se creuse un trou noir car on ne sait point qu'en est les sentiments de l'autre. C'était ainsi l'amour de nos deux tourtereaux... Un AMOUR AVEUGLE et pas seulement dans le sens figuré. Bref... Vous comprendrez mieux en suivant la lecture, jusqu'où peut aller l'amour. Les choses étranges qu'on arrive à faire simplement parce qu'on AIME!

July a workholic woman who is in a relationship with her old lover in secret. The age that is no longer young makes her big family urge to get married, even they arrange an marriage partner for her. The reason July keeps her relationship with Argus a secret from people around her is because the past history they had as former college student and his status as a widower. Argus once left July before and married another woman of his parents ' choice. July does not want her big family to know which is definitely the they relationship will be opposed by all parties, even on the day of her marriage, July still kept the identity of the groom until the end. That's why an agent hired by Argus can show up at a wedding to be a substitute groomer. July is trapped in a fake married life with N over a contractual agreement.

On Christmas people should be with their loved ones in the safety of their homes, but I don't have any loved ones, and I'm in the one place that I hate, where I swore never to come back, afraid that I'll get even more broken, and it seems that the more I try to get away, the more obstacles I encounter. "I know a shop not very far from here, and they have the best mechanics in town. If you want, I could come with you and give you directions, I'm heading that way anyway, and for your kindness, I'll make your biggest wish come true," Said the old crazy Santa that jumped in front of my car out of nowhere. "Can you teleport me from here? In another city, country, even on a deserted island? Anywhere but here?" I know that it wasn't nice of me to be sarcastic, but he's the reason why I have to prolong my say here. "No." His short answer was said in an amused tone of voice, but I don't find anything funny right now. "But that's just because that's not your biggest wish." He states it as a fact as if he's never been more sure of anything in his life. I bite my tongue and pray that I won't see the two people I used o love the most, and which now, I despise the most, the two people responsible for my nightmares and my broken being.

Serena Vaughn was once the invisible wife of Damien Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire who only treated her as nothing more than a trophy. When he humiliates her one too many times, she walks away, ignoring the world’s bets that she’ll come crawling back. But Serena isn’t broken, she’s a dormant storm. Months later, she resurfaces as the CEO of a revolutionary tech empire, her brilliance was undeniable. The same society that mocked her now clamors for her favor, including a Nobel-winning scientist, a Wall Street titan, and Hollywood’s biggest star all scrambling to be the new man in her life. But Damien isn’t ready to let go. When he corners her, demanding to know if her child is his, Serena’s icy reply shatters him. “That’s none of your business, ex-husband, step aside!” Now, the war is on. Old enemies circle like vultures, but Serena is no longer prey. One by one, they fall, until only one question remains. How far will a broken man go when the woman he discarded becomes the queen of his ruin?

I lost my eyesight thanks to a sudden car crash. In order to fund my treatment, I took up the position of a blind spectator, as per my friend's recommendation. The job scope was… challenging to put into words, to say the least. To make things worse, one of the clients was my boyfriend.

Rai’s worst day was not the one she woke up blind, but the moment she realized she’d married a monster. For the past seven years, she has escaped Cliff, her corrupt, sociopathic husband who refuses to divorce her. The last thing she needs now is another relationship, but some men are hard to resist. Gideon senses Rai’s apprehension, but that doesn’t deter him. It fuels his curiosity. What starts out as an innocent five-day cruise, soon turns into an attraction that could destroy them both. Cliff is clever, deadly, and resourceful. To defeat him, Rai must find courage and trust Gideon, even though his protective devotion might get them both killed.

The dark matter had come to claim her soul. "Don't go. Do as he says," grandmother said. Suzanne blinked and looked into her grandmother's face. "Grandmama?” Grandmother's eyes were no longer glazed, and she had spoken with such clarity when usually, her speech was slurred. At that very moment, Suzanne had no doubt that her grandmother’s mind was crystal clear. Grandmother held onto Suzanne's hand and gently pried open her palm, revealing the black mark. Grandmother's eyes narrowed as she traced her bony finger on Suzanne's palm before staring back at Suzanne. "This," she pointed at Suzanne's palm, "This is the mark of the beast.”

Tate flirts with danger the same way he flirts with men. Recklessly. So when his father’s debts land him in the hands of Enzo Moretti, a cold-blooded mafia boss with a smile as sharp as his threats, Tate should be terrified. Instead, he flirts harder, hiding sharp eyes behind thick glasses like he doesn’t see the monster watching him. But he does. He always did. Enzo is no ordinary criminal. He’s a werewolf with a body built to break, a past soaked in blood, and a temper barely kept in check. Tate is supposed to be collateral—silent, obedient, forgotten. But Tate? He’s loud, shameless, stubborn enough to make Enzo feel. For months, they circle each other—clashing, teasing, burning. Enzo should’ve killed him, but instead, he steals him. Holds him. Breaks him open until their craving for each other twists between punishment and pleasure, until need feels like worship, and pain starts to taste like love. Then, when Tate thinks he’s escaped, when he thinks he’s free—Enzo lets him go. When someone else tries to take what’s already his, Enzo doesn’t hesitate. He drags Tate back, and now the boy wears his name, carries his ring, and sleeps in his bed. Maybe Tate should hate him. But he doesn’t. Because he never wanted gentle. He never wanted safe. He wanted this—blinding, consuming desire. And Enzo? He doesn’t let go. Not when he’s tasted him. Marked him. Owned him. Because monsters like him don’t share. Not even with their own blood.