Zabuza Face

According to my mother, the men who were loved by the daughters of the Granger family were blessed with fortune beyond belief. In exchange, however, the women of our family were cursed with short lives, not being able to live past the age of 30. Only by having their husbands willingly agree to share their lifespans with them on their wedding day could they return to normal. I didn't want to die young, so I started picking out a husband ever since I was a child. I saved the brooding young boy next-door who was being bullied. I stayed by his side as he went from rags to riches, becoming one of the rising stars of the business world. On the day of our marriage, however, he abandoned me at the altar and went straight to his first love, the woman who used to bully him in the past. While I was searching for a new husband, he had the gall to threaten me with his status. "Penelope, don't push it. You're really testing my patience." Little did he know that he only had his fame and fortune because of me.

I was once the best undercover agent in the police force. But during the final raid of my career, I was betrayed and killed by my husband's first crush. From that moment on, the world believed I was a traitor. My name, my honor, everything I had fought for, was erased. Now, even in death, I watched as they lived the life they stole from me. And I was left with one burning question: how had I ever fallen so far?

Tiffany, a bold, unapologetically Black woman with a mouth that rarely misses, suddenly finds herself trapped inside a tragic romance novel-as the second female lead, Deja Moreau. Her mission? Break off her engagement to one of the wealthiest men in the story, either become the most beloved or the most hated character, and walk away with a cool $20 million. Sounds simple... right? However her inner thoughts are suddenly not-so-private, and the story's main characters aren't following the script. Can she cause enough chaos to escape this love story with the bag? Or will the book rewrite her instead?

Espesyal daw ang araw ng kasal dahil dito nagsisimula ang isang kwento ng walang hanggang pagmamahalan. Pero sa akin, dito natapos ang lahat. Ang araw na pinangarap kong maging pinakamasaya, naging araw ng pinakamalalim kong sugat. Isang lihim ang sumira sa lahat—ang taong dapat kong makasama habangbuhay, may ibang pinili. Hindi ko na nakita ang altar. Hindi ko na narinig ang 'oo.' Ang tanging narinig ko lang ay ang pagkabasag ng pangarap ko. At sa araw na iyon, natutunan kong ang pagmamahal ay hindi laging sapat para tapusin ang isang kwento.

You know what they say? "Couples are appointed to accompany each other in Heaven" but have you ever thought about the condition where one is from Heaven, cool calm and peaceful and the other one is from hell, hot tempered and destructor. He walked towards her with his usual angry glare towards her. He looked so scary to her (Like always). She took a few steps back but he was not stopped by her action. He was now so close that she could feel his body heat. He pulled her hair from the back of her head. She hissed. "How you dared? Who is he to you? A boyfriend?" he asked in a sinister voice. "Pain? Is that pain I am seeing? You came into my life forcefully and this pain is nothing like the pain I am suffering from," he said, forcing her to look into his deep blue eyes.

On the day of our engagement, my girlfriend, Jean Sullivan, is nowhere to be found until late at night. Beside myself with worry, I, Seth Lloyd, frantically reach out to our mutual friends and even consider calling the police. Suddenly, I come across a post about her from her assistant, Callum Cox. "My manager came over to discuss some plans, but the door lock suddenly broke. Does this mean we're going to be stuck in the same room tonight? I can't help feeling a little excited." When I like the post, Jean immediately calls me, furious. "Don't you have any idea how much I earn in a year? Just one day of my lost income would cover what you make in a whole week. "All I did was skip that stupid engagement party, and you start acting all snide. I don't have time to deal with your stingy relatives." My mom, Teresa Whitfield, stays silent, her eyes sweeping over the gold, eight sets of haute couture jewelry, and several property transfer deeds in the private room. With a forced smile, she asks, "Seth, have all these wedding gifts we've prepared embarrassed you?" I sneer, caressing the keys to the luxury car I'm about to give Jean. "No, it's me who's being too generous to her."

Emily Denver believed she had been married to Chuck Morrison for three years. It wasn't until she was planning their third anniversary that she made a horrifying discovery: the marriage certificate she'd cherished was a complete forgery. Her husband's real wife turned out to be… her best friend. For three years, Chuck and his entire family had played her for a fool, weaving an elaborate lie to keep her trapped. And it was all because a car accident—the one where she'd saved his life—had left her unable to have children. Chuck had the nerve to say, "I do love you, Emily. I just want us to have a child." Her "best friend" Catherine simpered, "I never meant to hurt you. I just want to be part of your lives, part of your family." Emily looked at them, her heart turning to ice. "You're both insane." Fine. If they wanted to play a twisted game, she would play—and she would win. They tried to steal her business project? She turned around and married the heir to the most powerful conglomerate in the city, becoming the very client they had to grovel to. They denied her the wedding of her dreams? Her new husband offered a bride price worth billions, and their ceremony was the social event of the decade. They whispered behind her back about being barren? She gave birth to beautiful, healthy twins and watched them choke on their envy. When news of the heir's marriage first broke, the social elite collectively pitied his new bride. Everyone knew he carried a torch for a woman he could never have—a lost love who was already married to another man. The rumors said he was so heartbroken when she walked down the aisle that he tried to take his own life. They whispered that he still watched films she had starred in, weeping in the dark. So when Emily, after having his children, decided to "set him free" for the sake of his legendary first love, the heir clutched her desperately, his voice raw with emotion. "Who is spreading these vicious lies? Darling, you have to believe me! There has never been anyone but you!"

"You’re mine, Emery. You always have been." Emery Hart is a lawyer, famous for crafting the perfect prenup agreement for couples. But her most frustrating client? The one and only billionaire, Darren Blackwood, her ex-husband. Every time he gets engaged, he hires her to draft the contract, only for the relationship to crash and burn. Emery tells herself it’s just business, but deep down, she knows the truth, Darren is still playing with her. When another prenup lands on her desk, she assumes it's just another fiancée. But Darren corners her, his voice low and possessive. "Did you even read it, sweetheart? This contract… it’s for you." Trapped in his games, Emery confronts the past she’s been running from. Because Darren never stopped wanting her and this time, he won’t let her go.

"Amidst the stars' intricate dance, our promise was forged, destined to endure the trials of fate and time." Alessia Montague, a wealthy New Yorker who returns to the Philippines with her father, Alessandro, for a vacation at their family-owned resort. Amidst the serene backdrop of Santa Ana, Cagayan, Alessia encounters Luca. Despite their rocky start, Alessia finds herself drawn to Luca, Struggling with her feelings, Alessia must navigate the complexities of love, trust, and forgiveness. As she grapples with her emotions, Alessia learns that sometimes, the most unexpected encounters can lead to profound personal growth and lasting connections.

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.