Gianella Santos: 20 years old her mother was seriously ill and money was urgently needed in her family, she was sent to Marco's bed by her best friend Patrcia. After learning of her unplanned pregnancy, she decided to give birth to the child alone. Marco found out about the child, he offered to take responsibility and wanted to marry Gianella. Gianella had to sell herself because her mother was seriously ill and urgently needed a large amount of money, but what she didn't expect was that the 'buyer' was actually her friend's boyfriend Marco, She felt guilty and thought that she slept with the wrong person, but she later learned from her friend Patricia that she arranged everything, and Patricia also told Fill that she didn't mind the relationship between Gianella and Marco's because Marco would end up marrying herself anyway.
Gianella's POV:
Hours drifted by in a hazy blend of fitful sleep and restless dreams. The hospital room was a realm of soft beeps and muffled voices, a cocoon of anxiety and hope that held me captive. I awoke with a start as the early morning light filtered through the window, casting a pale glow on my mother's face. Her breathing was shallow but steady, a reminder of the fragile line she walked between life and the unknown.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I checked my phone for any response from Patricia. The screen remained barren of messages, and the knot in my stomach tightened. The minutes stretched like hours, each tick of the clock echoing my impatience. As the sun climbed higher, bathing the room in warmth, a message finally chimed in.
"Hey Gianella, I'm so sorry for not replying earlier. I just woke up. Of course, I'll help you. Let's meet at the café near the hospital in an hour. Love you."
Relief washed over me, mingling with gratitude. Patricia, my childhood friend turned supermodel, was coming to my rescue. I felt a rush of determination, knowing that I had a friend who would stand by me, even in my darkest hour. With newfound energy, I sprang into action, tidying up the room and making sure my mother was comfortable before heading out to meet Patricia.
As I walked through the bustling streets, my thoughts swirled with a mix of apprehension and hope. I had to be strong, for my mother and for myself. The café was a cozy haven amidst the chaos of the city, and I spotted Patricia's familiar face through the window. She stood up as I approached, and we embraced tightly, the weight of our shared history lending a depth to our connection.
"Gianella, I'm so sorry about your mom," Patricia murmured, her eyes brimming with empathy.
"Thank you for being here for me, Patricia," I replied, blinking back tears. "I don't know what I would have done without you."
Patricia smiled warmly, her genuine concern reassuring me more than words ever could. Over steaming cups of coffee, we hatched a plan – a bold, daring plan that might just save my mother's life. Patricia's connections and her status as a model opened doors to possibilities I had never imagined. She knew influential people, and she was determined to rally support for our cause.
"You know, Gianella," Patricia began, a twinkle in her eye, "there's a charity event happening tonight. A gala organized by a prominent foundation. The kind of place where people with deep pockets gather to make a difference."
My heart raced at the suggestion. Could this be the opportunity we needed? As Patricia detailed her plan to attend the event, I couldn't help but marvel at her audacity and resourcefulness. She was willing to put herself out there, to leverage her status for a cause that was greater than herself.
The clock ticked on, and our meeting stretched into a blur of excitement and strategizing. Patricia's determination was contagious, and as we parted ways to prepare for the evening, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. The path ahead was uncertain, but I was no longer alone in this fight. Patricia and I were a team, united by our friendship and our shared goal – to save my mother.
As I returned to the hospital, the sun was beginning its descent, casting long shadows that stretched like hopeful fingers across the pavement. My mother's slumbering form was a testament to the battle she was fighting, and I vowed to fight alongside her with every ounce of my being. The night held a promise – a promise of hope, of daring, and of a future worth fighting for.
The existence of werewolves remains elusive. Videos and tangible proof validating their reality are conspicuously absent. Could they merely be the imaginative creations of ancient storytellers and writers of fiction from days of yore? Or do werewolves deliberately conceal their identities? According to legends, being a werewolf is considered a curse, forcing them to transform during a full moon. However, the reality is quite the opposite. Being a werewolf is, in fact, a blessing and a privilege. I never anticipated becoming a part of this closely guarded lineage. I am Eliana Leticia De Vera, often referred to as She. Born and raised in the provinces, my parents sent me to Metro Manila for an education to escape poverty. It was there that I met Gwenevere Eriksson, a remarkable friend with a mixed Swedish and Filipino heritage. Her light brown hair and captivating light brown eyes demand a second look. There's an undeniable regal quality about her – she's practically a princess.
The romance between two people at work isn't a bad thing as long as they share the same feelings.
This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is purely coincidental. Blurb: He was her boss, and she was his secretary—plain and straightforward. No complexities, no issues, or complications. Everything seemed clear-cut. Zack's life had been uncomplicated before he found himself desiring his secretary in inexplicable ways. He typically didn't invest much concern in others, but his secretary, the source of constant headaches and stomachaches, managed to rile his emotions. Despite knowing the potential consequences, Zack grappled with the decision. Was he willing to embrace the risk? The stakes were high; he could lose the most efficient secretary he had ever employed. Still, the allure of the unknown pulled at him, even as the possibility of losing his head loomed large, a consequence of not taking the leap.
WARNING: WITH MATURE CONTENT Count Knight Velasquez, a noble and valiant soul, would endure his father's punishments without hesitation, all for the sake of protecting his cherished brother and dear friends. However, just as Sweet Monday Lopez reached her limits and desired to give up, a certain main character unexpectedly came into her life and saved her.
For almost a year, Jess and I had been inseparable. We laughed, loved, and made memories I thought would last a lifetime. But then, like a sudden gust of wind, everything changed. Two weeks ago, we made the difficult decision to end our relationship. It was as if the world had stopped turning, and all the joy we once shared had vanished into thin air.
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Five years ago, he upped and left his wife without informing her. He had always felt unworthy. As a result, he decided to go and become a better man. It took him five whole years of daily hard work. When he was satisfied, he returned as a powerful and honorable man. He intended to start a family with his wife. But he got back to meet the greatest shocker of his life. He actually had a daughter!
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.