You Re Doing Well

Opportunist-ganito ang tingin ng half brother ng fiancé niya kay Raquel. At para maiwasan ang lalaking gustong sirain ang nalalapit niyang kasal, pumunta siya sa San Ruiz. Doon niya nakilala si Drake, ang lalaking inakusahan niya ng akyat-bahay. Hindi maitatanggi ni Raquel ang atraksyong nararamdaman para kay Drake. Hindi niya napigilan ang sarili na mahalin ang lalaki kahit na ito ay isang pagkakamali. Nang lumipad palabas ng bansa si Drake ay nangako ito sa kanya na babalik. Pero hindi nito tinupad ang pangako sa kanya. Bumalik siya ng Maynila at handang magtapat sa fiancé niya tungkol sa kasalanang nagawa nang muling magkrus ang landas nila ni Drake. Nalaman niyang may kinalaman ito sa taong gustong sirain ang pangarap niya.

Even in the modern time, she was given for marriage without her consent. Her father being so selfishness, also dragged his family along into his messy shit. As always, a marriage where a lady is been forced to, must have no love at all. Irrespective of the fact she was married to one of the richest man, she wasn't happy and their marriage lacked alot. In the quest to either grow their marriage or get a divorce after the contract was about coming to an end, the couple, fell in the uncast spells of one another.

Two weeks before our wedding, Jonah Alston suddenly wants to postpone it. He says, "Sasha says she's having her first exhibition on that day. She'll be alone during the opening, and I'm worried she'll get stage fright. I have to help her. We're just going through the motions with the wedding, anyway. What does it matter whether it's a day earlier or later?" This isn't his first time postponing our wedding for Sasha Lester's sake, though. The first time he did it was because he claimed she missed having homecooked food after undergoing surgery. He'd flown abroad to care for her for two months. The second time was because he said she wanted to head into the mountains to get inspired. He'd gone with her out of concern for her safety. Now, this is the third time. I hang up and look at Austin Everett, my childhood sweetheart. He sits across from me, looking leisurely as he taps his emerald-embedded walking cane on the marble floor. I ask, "Do you need a wife?" On my wedding day, Sasha holds up her glass and waits for Jonah to clink it with his. However, his eyes are red as he watches a livestream—it's the wedding of the scion of Everett Group, the country's largest property development company.

I was halfway through a sad cafeteria lunch when a livestream popped up: [Ring toss—whoever lands it gets the dog.] Onscreen, Alverton University's rich-boy squad cracked up, betting on who'd "own" me. Adrian Locke, the student council golden boy, flicked his ring. It landed dead center on my nameplate. "One month. Let's see which owner the little bitch wags her tail for." I closed the stream. Right then, a text from my dad lit up my phone: [Sweetheart, have you chosen your fiancé candidate?] I smirked, snapped a screenshot of the stream, and sent it. [Evaluation complete. All four disqualified.]

“I promised to grab you closer to myself” Alex grabbed Vivian closer as he was talking, and Vivian placing her soft breast on his chest. “Kiss your soft and small lips” Alex kissed Vivian’s lower lips as he was talking; Vivian closed her eye and her heart breathing heavily. “Kiss you deeply still we feel that love between---“Vivian suddenly pushed him away with force and step back, looking at him and she didn’t really get herself. “What happened? Have you been lying to me all these while that you LOVE?” Alex said with loud voice. “No! No!! I love you and you know that” Vivian said with low voice and shaking. “Then this is the time to prove it to me, why don’t you want me to have that kiss that I have been waiting for so long----“ “I MARRIED TO YOUR BROTHER NOW” Vivian said with low voice as Alex was talking. ×××××××× Vivian and Alex had been an online lover for three years but all of a suddenly, Alex just disappeared from Vivian and turned to a ghost on social media. Five years later, two of them met each other physically and Alex turned out to be her husband’s brother. Alex wanted the love back and despite to take her from his brother at all cost.

It's my wedding day. However, Julian Lancaster shoves me aside when he receives a call from Vivienne Hayes. "I'm sorry, honey. Vivi has an upset stomach—I need to bring her some medication for that."

Sa pagbabalik ni Keith sa Pilipinas, isang surpresa ang inihanda ng kaniyang lola kasabay ng kaniyang ika-dalawampu't walong kaarawan, ngunit ang masayang selebrasyon na ito ay susundan ng mga trahedya na maglalagay sa buhay ng binata sa matinding panganib. Upang matiyak na may magmamana ng lahat ng yaman na mayroon ang kanilang pamilya, isang pasya ang naisip ni Keith—ang maghanap ng babae na walang kaugnayan sa kanilang pamilya upang maging ina ng kaniyang anak sa siyentipikong pamamaraan. Si Merrill—minsang nagligtas sa kaniyang buhay ang naisip niyang alukin. Tinanggap ng dalaga ang magandang offer at kalaunan ay nagdalang-tao. Habang nagkakagulo sa kompanya ng pamilya ng Lee, si Merrill ang naging pahinga ni Keith. Naging malapit sila sa isa't-isa, ngunit si Merrill ay may iba palang plano sa batang nasa kaniyang sinapupunan. Batid niyang sa pamamagitan nito, magagawa na niyang ipaghiganti ang kaniyang yumaong lolo. Sino ba talaga si Merrill? Mali ba si Keith ng pinagkatiwalaan? Sino ang mga nais manakit sa binata at bakit nais ipaghiganti ni Merill ang kaniyang lolo sa mga Lee?

ภรรษ์ เรืองภวัตกุล (เชฟภาม) พริมา ธนานุกูลเวช (ฟลอเรนซ์) ดาราดาวรุ่งสาวชื่อดัง (รึเปล่า) ฟลอเรนซ์ สาวน้อยน่ารัก ที่มีปมในใจเรื่องที่พ่อกับแม่รักและตามใจพี่สาวคนโต อย่างเวนิซ มอบบริษัทให้เวนิซเป็นคนบริหาร ส่วนลูกคนสุดท้องอย่างเธอกลับไม่มีใครสนใจ เธอจึงพยายามเรียกร้องความสนใจโดยการพยายามเป็นดาราที่มีชื่อเสียง เขาคือเชฟหนุ่มผู้แสนจะเย็นชา ส่วนเธอคือยัยตัวร้ายที่เขาอยากหลีกเลี่ยงที่สุด ทว่าพอพบกับอีกด้านของนางมารน้อย เขากลับหลงรักเธอ..จนถอนตัวและหัวใจไม่ขึ้น..

After Roman Archer and I broke up, he devoted himself to academic research. He had finally become successful. During a television interview, he looked just as confident and high-spirited as he had been back then. The host asked whom he most wanted to share this news with. After a brief silence, he called me. “Celeste, thank you for leaving me. My career is thriving now.” I smiled. “Congratulations, Mr. Roman.” He would never know that if I had not left, he would have died.

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”