Yona Akatsuki No Yona

Laura, ang babaeng inapi ng lahat. Inagawan ng asawa at lahat-lahat. Babalik upang maghiganti at agawin ang lahat ng higit pa sa ninakaw sa kanya.

Marga Sandoval was forced to marry Demoer Castalijo. Ngunit paano kung ang kanyang pinakasalan ay hindi pala tunay na Demoer kundi ito pala ay si Denovan? Paano kung sa pag balik ng totoong Demoer ay aagawin nito ang babaeng pag-aari na ngayon ni Denovan? Sino ba sa dalawa ang mas may karapatan?

Hanggang Sa Walang Hanggan Matapos maramdaman ni Loco Salvacion isang seaman ang kung paano lokohin ng asawa ay biglang nagbago ang kanyang pag-uugali. The loving and caring husband Loco is dead. He is now a heartless husband who swear to himself na ipapadala n'ya sa sukdulan ng impyerno ang asawa. He sent his wife life to hell at sa mga kamay n'ya ay naging malagim ang buhay ng kabiyak. Subalit paano kung isang masakit na katotohanan ang kanyang malalaman sa likod panloloko ng kanyang asawa? How will Loco accept the painful truth if time he has right now is near to end? How will he be able to say I love you to his wife if it's his time to say goodbye? Sa pagmamahal, may habang buhay nga ba?

Sa edad na 19, gumuho ang mundo ni Castheophy Ynares nang misteryosong mamatay ang kanyang mga magulang, iniwan siyang nag-iisa upang alagaan ang tatlo niyang nakababatang kapatid. At sa isang iglap, nawala rin ang yaman at seguridad na inaakala niyang habambuhay nilang sandigan. Pero hindi siya sumuko. Sa loob ng limang taon, nagpakahirap siya, tiniis ang lahat ng sakit at gutom, hanggang sa tuluyan siyang makapagtapos bilang Summa Cum Laude sa Ateneo de Iloilo. Ngunit sa pagpasok niya sa bagong mundo bilang isang abogado, isang trahedya ang agad na sumalubong sa kanya—napagbintangan siyang nagnakaw ng mahahalagang files. At doon niya nakilala si Jaiden Wench. Makapangyarihan. Misteryoso. Walang awa. Siya ang lalaking hindi lang may kakayahang manipulahin ang mundo, kundi pati ang puso ni Castheophy. "You think you can escape me, Castheophy?" bulong nito, ang tinig ay malamig at puno ng panunuya. "You stepped into my world—now, you’re mine." Dahil sa isang kontratang wala siyang lusot, napilitan siyang manatili sa piling ni Jaiden. Ngunit sa bawat araw na lumilipas, mas lalong lumalalim ang laban sa pagitan nila. Galit o tukso? Laro o katotohanan? Habang tinutuklas niya ang madilim na nakaraan ng lalaking ito, isang bagay ang hindi niya maitatanggi—unti-unti siyang nahuhulog sa demonyong hindi niya dapat mahalin. Ngunit sa larong ito, may kailangang matalo. May kailangang magsakripisyo. At may kailangang mawala. Sa huli, pag-ibig nga ba ang magpapalaya sa kanya—o ito rin ang tuluyang wawasak sa kanya?

Si Alera Cardinal. S'ya ang babaeng go lang ng go sa buhay. She can be your girlfriend, and she can be your mistress. Ang trabaho ni Alera bilang isang paid sl*t ay walang sinasantong sitwasyon at relasyon . She doesn't care kung may asawa ba ang lalaki or my girlfriend ito, malaking wala s'yang pakialam. All she needs is to ride that man and earned money. Of course, lahat ng lalaking nakaka-sex n'ya laging sinasabi sa kanya na mahal s'ya ng mga ito. She replied `` I love you too" pero it was a big joke. Hindi s'ya naniniwala sa pagmamahal dahil ang paniniwala n'ya ay hindi lumiligaya ang lalaki sa pagmamahal. Dahil kung marunong magmahal ang mga ito ay bakit nagiging kabit s'ya at nagiging pangalawang girlfriend ng iba. Alera is a wild stripper. Pero paano kung isang araw ay may isang Hitler Francisco ang mag pagpaparamdam sa kanya ng tunay na pagmamahal? Mababago ba ang paniniwala n'ya? Hitler nurture Alera a love na hindi nito pinaniniwalaan. Si Alejandro ay galit sa sl*t woman dahil magagamit ang tingin n'ya sa mga ito. But, except Alera. Pero paano kung isang araw na kung kailan malapit na ang kanilang kasal ay tsaka pa malalaman ni Alera na ang ama ng binata ay naging sugar daddy n'ya noon na naging dahilan ng hiwalayan ng mag-asawa na s'yang dahilan ng binata to hate the sl*ts, at ngayon ay bina-blackmail s'ya ng ama nito. How will Alera escape sa sitwasyon at sabihin ang totoo sa lalaking mahal n'ya na s'ya pala ang dahilan kung bakit nasira ang masaya nitong pamilya. Paano n'ya gagawin iyon kung maaaring mawala ang taong mahal n'ya at nag iisang nagmamahal sa kanya. Maglalakas-loob ba s'yang magsabi ng totoo, o magpapa-alipin na lang s'ya sa ama nito as his secret sl*t in order to keep her secret.

Moans. I hear moans. "Ugh! Faster!" I covered my ears like an innocent child hoping that they would quite down. I ran back down the kitchen and drank a glass of water. I'm not paid enough for this. Thinking back and I was already regretting my life decisions— NOT! Now that I have discovered how much of a big womanizer this fiancée of mine is, I think I now have a reason to dump him. Disguised as his maid is so hard just to get intel unto what his true colors actually are. Honestly wasn't the best idea, but it definitely is the most efficient one. I sat on the counter of the kitchen and rested my head on the table over my folded arms. Perhaps a nap might help innocent me up. Just when slumber finally came, I heard sloppy footsteps coming down the staircase. The "young master" finally finished his business. I went to meet them at the bottom of the stairs to greet his lady friend safety on her way home. "I can't wait for tomorrow night," she said in a seductive tone and batted her lashes on him. I held back my urge to barf. Her arms are all over him as if she was the drunk one when in fact it was my good for nothing fiancé. "You're too loud," Timothee replied as it was his way of rejecting girls. And yes, another girl cried that night. She won't be expecting to sleep with him again. As the lady went out the door, I look at the young master. His hair wet, topless and jeans unbuttoned. "Don't drool over me, scullery maid." And with that he went back up. Jerk!

I chase my six-year-old daughter out of the house on a cold winter day. I cut her new clothes to pieces and dirty her dainty little face with mud. Then, I give her all my savings. She looks at me tearfully and reaches out for me, wanting me to hold her. However, I harden my heart and push her away, saying, "Leave! Go to Bowen Group and look for their CEO, Logan Bowen. Show him my death certificate and your DNA test—he'll take you in." She sobs while looking at me. "Don't you want me anymore, Mommy? Let's go look for Daddy together." After a brief silence, I say, "I can't go with you. I lied to him back then to have you." Yes, I'm a liar. I orchestrated everything from meeting Logan, dating him, to ultimately leaving him with his child in my womb. Even the death certificate I've given my daughter is fake. From beginning to end, I've lied to him about everything except our daughter.

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.]

Two years after we marry, my husband moves his sister and her family into our marital home. The four of them settle down and refuse to leave. So, I quit both my jobs. I laze around at home all day and splurge on various things. I have so many parcels delivered that they pile up by the door. Occasionally, I ask my husband and his sister for allowance. When the management office sends someone to chase for our maintenance fee, my husband breaks down so loudly that everyone in the building can hear him. He asks me whether I've lost my mind—who will support the family if I don't work? How will we survive without money? Am I going to allow our family to starve? So, it turns out he does know that we'll starve without anyone generating income. Why does he and his sister stay at home and plot to take away all my money, then?

Devon menyodorkan surat cerai tepat ke depan muka Rosa. Pria itu tak terlihat main-main. Pada akhirnya pernikahan yang mereka lalui tidak berhasil meskipun Rosa sudah mencoba sebisanya. Rosa menginginkan Devon. Sangat membutuhkan kekuasaan keluarga Wijaya yang berada di genggaman Devon. Dia tak bisa pergi, tak akan mau. Ketika Rosa tengah memutar otak untuk menunda perceraian ini, tiba-tiba saja petir menyambar Devon secepat kilat! "Ja-jangan mati!!!! Ambulans! Tolong, siapa saja panggil ambulans!" jerit Rosa dengan derai air mata bercucuran. Sementara itu, Devon bergeming di tempatnya. Asap-asap hitam mengepul keluar dari sekujur tubuh dan perickan listrik seperti melompat-lompat di atasnya. Namun bukan itu yang penting. Sebuah suara melengking yang pria itu kenal jelas, merasuki kepalanya dengan kurang ajar. Devon bisa mendengar suara isi pikiran Rosa tanpa sepengetahuan wanita itu. Dan darahnya dibuat mendidih. 'Siapa bilang laki-laki ganteng di dunia ini cuma Devon? Cuih! Manusia macam dia mending bertapa di gunung jadi biksu. Percuma dikasih istri secantik aku kalo matanya nggak dipake,' ujar Rosa dalam hati. Gigi Devon bergemeletuk menahan amarah. "ROSA!!"