Will You Ring My Bell

My fiancé, Dominic, heir to the Carvalho crime family, vanished for four days. I thought a rival family had put a bullet in his head. Then I saw his ex’s Instagram story. A shot of them in bed. The caption: He still knows every inch of me. His face was hidden, but his hand wasn't. And on it, the ring I gave him, resting on her skin. That night, Dominic came home. He brought me white roses, my favorite. I asked him why. Why he'd lie. Why he'd sleep with her. He brushed it off. Just a "misunderstanding." I was done. I threw the ring in his face. Burned the wedding dress. Told him we were over. He thought I was just throwing a fit. He didn't get it. Not until he realized I was walking away for good. Then he panicked. Begged me to come back.

What is obsession? Am I obsessed? At first, I was just his substitute, then I became his real bride, then the supposed real bride returned, and I was kidnapped, tortured, and forced to divorce. Then I committed suicide because I couldn’t handle it, but I didn’t fucking die. Then I became a stalker of my ex-husband, who barely remembers me because I was declared dead by the world, and my face got melted down when acid was poured on me. I had a surgery that changed my whole face and my entire identity. Then I started working for him again and he fell in love with the new me, yet still traumatized by the old me, so I had to reveal to him that I was the same person. He was happy and relieved, but the world wasn’t. We were chewed on, spat out, and stepped on. Then he was fired from his company by his grandmother, who adopted a new son to take over the company. Then I was kidnapped again, and bombs were planted on me. We were able to defuse the bomb and escape. Then we were shot in the head by God knows who. His surgery was successful, but mine wasn’t, so I forgot everything about him and was forbidden to remember because a damn bullet is stuck in my head that could kill me if it moves to a sensitive part of my brain. Then suddenly, he was on the TV, framed for murder. I couldn’t hold back, I found myself in prison fighting for him with a gun in my hand, and somehow ended up in a coma, because the damn bullet in my head shifted… to the wrong direction. Then, in between this chaos, the doctor announced I-was-pregnant.

It was our seventh anniversary. Christopher Quinton proposed to me with nothing but a ring pull. He got his true love a house. When I said no, he rebuked me like I was some sort of gold digger. "I thought my love for you was worth more than anything money could buy. I only got Rachel that house to pay her back for all she did for me. I can't believe you thought I still loved her. You disappoint me." I broke up with him and tossed the ring pull into the bin. Then, I walked off. The next day, Christopher took away my position as VP and told everyone he was getting engaged to Rachel. … Five years later, we ran into each other at a charity horserace. He was a successful businessman, and the woman beside him was Rachel, all dressed in custom-made clothes. I was dressed in janitor attire and stuffing plastic bottles into my woven bag. He mocked, "Look at you, Queenie Dean. Scavenging for a living. Bet you didn't see this coming when you ditched me, did you?" I ignored him. My son had run off, and I had to look for him. The boy noticed the plastic bottles that were strewn across the ground, and he insisted that we stay back to finish his social practice activity here.

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]

Pinagtagpo si Rhea at ang "mapapangasawa niya" sa simbahan -- in the worst way possible. She barged into her ex-boyfriend's wedding to hopefully halt it, but she was unsuccessful. Malungkot man siya dahil walang nangyari, fate found its way to open a new chapter of her life through that. Doon niya nakilala si Elton. Isang araw, bigla na lang nagpropose itong estranghero sa kanya, e hindi naman nila kilala ang isa't isa at wala naman siyang feelings para sa kanya. Niyaya si ni Elton na magpakasal. It was a situation that would change Elton's life if she agrees or disagrees. Sa pagkakataong 'yon, fate connected two people who are both desperate. Elton will be forced to marry a woman entirely for the purpose of expanding their business and he doesn't want that at all. Binigyan siya ng magulang niya ng kondisyon na kapag hindi pa rin siya nagpakasal bago niya manahin ang kompanya, ikakasal siya sa babaeng tagapagmana rin ng kompanyang nais makipagkasundo sa kompanya ng magulang niya. Doon pa lamang, tutol na si Elton. Desperation led them to agreeing that they would marry each other for that reason. Lingid sa kaalaman nilang hindi ganoon kadali ang ninanais nila -- mayroon pa ring mga bagay na hahadlang sa kanilang marriage. Isang bagay lang ang lulutas sa problema nilang 'yon, at ang solusyong 'yon ay ang mahalin nila ang isa't isa. Magkaroon kaya ng paraan para matuto nilang mahalin ang isa't isa, o ang papel na nagtakda sa kanilang dalawa bilang mag-asawa ang siyang magpapahirap sa buhay nila?

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"

After fleeing an abusive ex, Holland Williams starts over at Smith Automotive and is warned to avoid its young owner, Remy Smith. One touch ignites impossible “sparks”; Remy, Alpha of the Sage Moon pack, recognizes her as his mate, but Holland rejects the werewolf truth—until her ex, Robbie, tracks her down and Remy is forced to shift to protect her. While Holland slowly trusts Remy and the pack (with Gamma Todd quietly building her safety net), Robbie sobers up, learns the town’s secret, and undergoes a brutal, forbidden ritual to become a “defective” wolf. Remy courts Holland carefully; she moves into the pack house just as Angel—Remy’s elegant ex—returns claiming to be his true mate. A staged misunderstanding drives Holland away, and Robbie kidnaps her. Angel manipulates Remy into thinking Holland ran; days later, shame and a witch’s locator spell (Mallory) send him on the hunt. In an abandoned house, Holland survives Robbie by stabbing him with dull silver; Remy arrives, kills Robbie, and must turn Holland to save her life. Against all expectations, she doesn’t become defective; healers can’t explain it. Remy marks her; they complete the mating ceremony and marry. Soon after, Holland is pregnant with their first pup. In the epilogue, Angel—revealed as the architect of the kidnapping—flees to raise an army of defective rogue wolves, vowing to destroy Sage Moon if she can’t claim it.

A young woman falls for the young billionaire he works for as a maid. After being saved from a deadly car crash, a billionaire offers a young poor woman to work in his house as his maid but fate has other plans for them.

Arthia Violette, a Fine Arts student, majoring in Painting, has always been sure that her sole purpose in this life is to become a wife. She would always cry over proposals and wedding scenes in movies or books. She believes in marriage and has always been so fond of marrying in her early 20's. But at 20, she still has the NBSB badge. And just when she had already given up dating and just decided to wait for what we call in God's time, Antonio Nicholas, an Architecture student, suddenly slid through her Instagram DM's. Not only that, he slid into her DM's, but he also turns out to be the son of her father's colleague, and Av being a die-hard fan of destiny, thought that maybe it was her shot at it. It was the start of everything. And finally, at 21, Av got a boyfriend! And at 23, she got married to the man of her dreams. At 24, she had her gallery, art workshop, and art store. She had her first successful major exhibit. She's living the life she has always dreamed of. What could possibly go wrong?