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Isang pagkakamali ang nagawa ni Aria ng gabing iyon. Hindi sapat ang kinikita niya bilang janitress sa isang fastfood chain, kasabay ng kaniyang pag-aaral sa kolehiyo. Dahil sa kahirapan ng pamumuhay ay nagawa niyang tanggapin ang alok sa kanya ng kapit bahay niyang nagtatrabaho sa club, dahil kailangang maoperahan ang kaniyang tatay sa lalong madaling panahon. Hindi lingid sa kaalaman ni Aria na isa s'yang ampon, natagpuan na lang ito ng pamilyang kumopkop sa kanya noong sanggol pa lamang ito sa tabi ng dalampasigan noon. Hindi nito alam na ang lalaking kumuha ng serbisyo nito ng gabing iyon ay maimpluwensyang tao likas na mayaman at tinitingala ng lahat. FUCKLERS DAX MONTEFALCO 25year old isang multi billionaire at businessman ng bansa na nilagyan ni Aria ng sleeping pills ang iniinum nitong alak upang hindi makuha nito ang matagal na n'yang iniiangatan pagkakababae. Sa edad ni Aria na 20 year old ay wala pa itong nagiging karelasyon kaya ganun na lamang ang pag-iingat nito sa kanyang sarili. Paano kaya matatakasan ni Aria ang lalaking pilit syang hinahanap upang maparusahan sa pagkakasalang panloloko nito sa lalaki? Sana inyo pong subaybayan ang kwento nila Mr. Fucklers Dax Montefalco at ni Aria Zelle Celedonio sa LOVE IN THE TIME OF CHAOS Bastarda Series-two akda ni J.C.E CLEOPATRA.

After my death, I found myself inside a romance strategy game, where the system assigned me three male leads. If I followed its instructions and successfully captured the heart of any one of them, I would return alive and well in the real world. Drawing on my experience, I crafted careful scripts to win their affection. Yet, every attempt ended in failure. The reason was simple: each of them had already fallen for the dazzling heroine of their world. They hurled cruel words at me, as if wishing I would just drop dead. In the end, I fulfilled their desire—when my strategies failed, the system erased me. But the moment I died, they all regretted it. One by one, they begged the heavens to return me to them.

My husband promises to go to my hometown with me for the New Year holidays this year after I go to his. But before the trip to my hometown is due, he suddenly tells me he doesn't want to go anymore. I argue with him about this, and he pummels me with a bat. Meanwhile, his family eggs him on, telling him to kill me. Intense pain shoots through me as the blows land. I try my best to fight back, but I can't win against the majority. As the sky darkens, everyone heads home for dinner after giving me a good beating. When I regain consciousness in a corner of the garden, I see sense.

Amorah Andrea Michaels-Mateo Story (Love Shot Series #1) Having an amnesia, mas pinili ni Amorah na mapag-isa at hindi pumasok sa isang relasyon, lalo na nang malaman niyang isang lalaki pala ang dahilan ng kanyang pagka-aksidente 3 years ago. Isang araw, nang malaman niyang in-arranged marriage pala siya ng kanyang mga magulang sa taong hindi niya mahal, ni kilala ay nagbelde siya sa mga ito. From an obedient lady to being rebellious, ika nga. Sa disappointment ay niyaya niya ang mga kaibigang mag-club ngunit sa hindi inaasahang pangyayari ay aksidente niyang naibigay ang pagkababae kay Conrad- ang napakaguwapo, matangkad, romantiko at napaka-private na CEO ng Versalez Incorporations. Isang mainit na gabing ibig na sana niyang kalimutan, pero bakit ayaw na siyang pakawalan ni Conrad mula noon?

Lucy an office assistant is in a secret relationship with a boss. The boss is engaged to someone else but Lucy is pushing her way to the boss's heart and they found each other in a sticky situation.

When Alyssa's boyfriend dumped her after a five-year-long relationship, little did she know that she was in for a toe-curling slow burn romance that turns into a wild ride with another guy from another time. Through a bizarre phenomenon, she wakes up as Allena, a Celtic tribe chief's daughter in ~200 BCE. With secrets to keep, adventures to go on, and a man to love, a timeless heartwarming love story spanning tens of centuries unfolds as the tides of destiny bring two fated, star-crossed lovers together.

Beta Max and I were at the Civil Affairs Bureau, ready to register our marriage. We were just waiting to take the final photo when he got a phone call and left. He abandoned me right there at the marriage registration office, leaving me stuck in an impossible situation. I called him—no answer. I messaged him—no reply. In the end, I had no choice but to call his childhood sweetheart’s number. Beta Max answered. “Louis, can you stop being so annoying? Grace twisted her ankle—I need to take care of her today. Stop calling and waking her up. We’ll reschedule the registration.” I bit my lip and murmured into the phone, “This makes it the seventh time we’ve rescheduled.” “So what? The Civil Affairs Bureau isn’t going anywhere—it’s not like it’s going to disappear!” My face was blank, but it felt like my heart was being carved open. A staff member looked at me with pity and asked, “Alpha Louis, are we still doing this?” I gave a small nod. “Yes. Let’s go through with it.”

After seeing the engagement invitation of her beloved man Anya Arora ran away like a coward. So picking up her broken heart and pride, distancing with everyone and binding herself with new shackles of promises, she left but she never knew she will met a devil who will make her life upside down.

While I was five months pregnant, my husband, Randall Harris, accompanied his assistant to the hospital for an IV drip.   He even posted a selfie with her on social media.   I called him, and he lied straight to my face, saying he was stuck in a meeting at the office.   When I confronted him, he fought with me, gave me the cold shoulder, and then went straight back to his assistant for comfort.   “Are you sure you don’t want to notify the baby’s father? The surgeon asked me. “After this surgery, you won’t ever be able to have children again.”  I closed my eyes.  “He’s dead to me.” 

It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for business—ignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup. Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food. [I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. He’s the best!] I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, I’m finally ready to let go.