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"The priest said to Daniel and me, 'You may now kiss the Bride.' Oh, as if that jerk would actually kiss me! I glanced at the wedding witnesses; they were all smiling, anticipating the kiss the priest mentioned. Daniel leaned close and whispered, 'You, fatty! You think I'd kiss you?! Dream on, you're on your own.' he said under his breath. Annoyed, I grabbed his face and kissed him on the cheek. People laughed, probably thinking we were just joking around. Yeah, right. Daniel and I are not in love. This is just an arrangement. Annoying! I looked at Daniel again; he was glaring at me. Ha! As if I'm scared of him! Mark my words, I will never fall for you! We're just married on paper, you jerk... "I never expected that I'm going to fall in love with him. But I just did, with so much pain. I thought my love was enough to erase her from his heart and life. But I failed. I'm just taken for granted." "I love her so much, and I don't know what I'm going to do if I lose her. She's my everything, the real meaning of my happiness. And whenever I look into her eyes, I see what forever means."
"Annoying. Annoying. Really annoying >.<" I muttered to myself while getting ready for school.
I still can't believe I'm married at the age of 18. To think that I'm stuck with a guy I can't even get along with -___-"
This is really a bad turn for life.
So frustrating.
It's because of Mom and Dad. Hay! I don't know why they even considered such things. I can't take it. I don't want to be called the black sheep of our family >.<
I've been married for a week now. A week of enduring the sight of that guy. Thankfully, even though we live in the same house, we still have some privacy.
I will never like this arrogant guy!! Over my dead sexy body. Hahaha
After fixing myself, I stepped out of my room to eat and head to school.
I suddenly looked at Daniel, who was eating in the kitchen.
"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT AGAIN?!" Wow, talk about starting the day off with high blood.
"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!" I shouted back at him.
I opened the fridge to get some juice and bread.
Then I took a bite of the bread.
"Yuck! No grace at all, ever!" he said as he slammed his glass on the table. "I'm leaving!" Go ahead. As if I care.
"Whatever," I said to him.
"Oh, by the way!" he added before leaving the door. "Don't talk to me at school. If you have something to say, just text me. I don't want them to know we're acquainted. Understand?!"
"As if I want them to know I know you. Just leave, you ugly thing!" I said, turning my back on him.
"HAHAHAH! Don't finish all the food in the fridge. You're such a pig!" he said before running out. He knows the flying chairs will chase him.
What a jerk. Calling me a pig.
I suddenly held my hips.
"I'm not a pig, right?" I said, touching my arms. "My arms are just right!"
That guy's face is really thick.
It would be satisfying to see Lolong slap him and disappear from the world.
After eating, I left to go to school.
Yes. We don't go together.
Just as he said, I shouldn't acknowledge him.
We treat each other like strangers, or should I say, like we never existed in this world.
At ST. JAMES ACADEMY.
"Really, bes? Does he treat you like that?" Bea couldn't believe what I was telling her about how Daniel and I treat each other at home.
"Yeah, bes. That's how I treat him too. He's so shameless. Gives me the creeps!" I said, punching my pig-shaped bag.
Speaking of a pig, I remembered what that jerk said earlier.
Ugh! So much stress for this morning.
"Yeah, bes. Wasn't he super nice, super cool, and super hot back in high school?" My friend asked as if she couldn't believe my stories.
"Super nice? Hell no! Super hot and super cool? Maybe, but he's also super arrogant. He fits the bill perfectly! Hahaha," I laughed loudly.
"Psh. Then why not break up? Is that a problem, bes?"
"Crazy. It's not like you don't know that our parents don't want us to separate," I said, standing up. "That's why we'll endure for a year before splitting up. Pretend our relationship didn't work. Isn't that fabulous?" I laughed loudly again.
"But it looks like you're taking being married seriously, huh?" She suddenly looked at me. "Because look, you're still wearing your wedding ring! Hahahaha," she laughed loudly.
"Crazy. I just forgot!" I said, taking off the ring and hiding it in my pocket. "We thought Yabs (arrogant guy) and his dad were coming home, so we both wore it."
"Wow. Yabs? You even have an endearing term for him? Hahahaha!" Hold me back. I might really slap this girl.
"Bea?" I called her name. "Yes?" she answered.
"Will you stop or should I drop you off a building?" -___-++
"Uh, well, stop it, bes. You're not fun to joke with," she said, smiling. Oh, she wants to play the scary card.
"I'll step outside for a bit, okay? It's hot." I fanned my face with my hand.
"Go, bes," Bea said, digging into her bag.
And as I stepped out onto the balcony of our room, I saw how my "amazing" husband was flirting.
Ugh, what did I say? Husband? I shivered.
How Daniel was flirting with Julia.
So I shouted at him.
"HEY, MR. DANIEL JOHN FORD PADILLA, YOU'RE MARRIED AND STILL FLIRTING!!!"
Mary Jovelyn Salazar, or MJ for short, already knows in herself that she is a lesbian. She can't feel any sexual attraction towards the opposite gender. In fact, she hates the male species down to her core. She would rather choose to wear men's clothes than girly ones. Hence, her daily outfit consists of T-shirt, jeans, rubber shoes, and baseball cap. She is secretly in love with her girl best friend since she was in high school. So, why does she feels something towards Ross Eliseo Valentin - the notorious playboy of their school campus? Can someone enlighten her, please? Have I also mentioned that this notorious playboy also likes her bestfriend? This is trouble, right? What kind of sorcery is this again?
When you're ugly, it's hard to find a job. They say they need someone with a pleasing personality. Excuse me? Does my personality look displeasing? Do I look like a kidnapper or a drug dealer? Am I an abortionist? I'm not in a pageant, so don't judge me! If your body doesn't have curves and your chest is flat, you won't make it in the modeling industry. Excuse me! I'm not modeling vital statistics and cleavage, am I? Even in a fast-food chain, they won't accept you if you're ugly. They say customers will lose their appetite looking at your face. I'd even be a mascot, but these idiots are so picky. They say I look more like a mascot than the costume I'd be wearing. You fools! I hope your establishments burn down! If I get rich, I'll shut you down! If you're not born with beauty, you have no chance of meeting, knowing, being friends, textmates, flirting, and becoming the boyfriend of the number 1 hottest actor in the Philippines and my schoolmate at the same time. When I approach him, his bodyguard will block me and say, 'Miss, begging is not allowed.' So, I'm not pretty, not rich, and, uh, not well-endowed, but I never beg, okay! Over my dead, no curves and no boobs body. What am I saying? My only concern now is how to find a job as my savings are running out, and I need to pay half of my tuition fees. But no matter where I apply, no one accepts me. They say I'm ugly. I'm not ugly! My face is just not in style. It's like an abstract painting—chaotic but with hidden beauty. I just don't know where it's hidden. But because I'm a very kind person, I met a old woman who became the reason for a change in my life. "I have something for you, dear." "What is it, grandma?" I cringed when I saw her lift her blouse and take off her bra. I envy her. Even at her age, she still flaunts it. "Here." "What will I do with that, grandma? I have plenty of bras at home." "Just wear it!" "No, It's gross. It might have germs or Ebola! And that bra is huge. Are you joking, grandma? You see I've been deprived." "This bra is magical!" "Oh, really?" And it was true! Grandma's bra was indeed magical. It became the reason for me to get a good job and earn a lot of money. As a bonus, I got to meet, be close to, and flirt with the number 1 hottest actor in the Philippines! This story is about me, about her, and grandma's magical bra. Grandma's bra isn't gross, okay? It's just truly magical!
The life of the provincial girl Althea, or simply Althea for cuteness, changed when she went to a city. She thought she was heading there for work, but it turned out otherwise. Why didn't she inform her soon-to-be husband that she was already married? And not just to any man but to a super saiyan – Goku. Just kidding. Your sister is marrying the grandson of a multi-millionaire businessman. Impressive, right? How will she get along with the grumpy, always moody Elton, who treats scowling as a hobby? Especially when Elton finds even Althea's breathing irritating?
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
She thought she was the love of his life, and he became the love of her life that fateful day she had seen him at the pack's party. Selene Grace was only a replica of Alpha Leo's real mate, and when he spotted her, Leo immediately claimed her as his Luna in order to suppress the rumors of him being mateless. Being unable to conceive turns Selene's marriage into a nightmare, and as if that wasn't enough, Alpha Leo finally reunites with his long time lover and mate, rejecting a pregnant Selene as a result. 5 years later, Selene, a now successful doctor, receives an invitation to the moon shadow pack in order to rid the pack of a deadly disease which has struck it. Will Selene return back to the pack which had caused her so much pain, and what would she do when she realizes that she is mated to the Alpha who had betrayed her in the past?
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."