"When will I be back, Jov? Govan and I are already at the airport. Why... Why did you change your mind? Do you want to leave me here?" I asked my husband from the other line. I looked at our son whom I am carrying now. This is the day I've been waiting for. The day we'll return to the Philippines, and I've tried convincing Joavani several times to bring us back. I was so happy when he told me that. That we can finally go home with our child. But he called because he wanted... Only Govan, only Govan to go back, not me. "Just follow what I said, Gotchelle... Govan will come home first. Don't worry, I'll still set a schedule for when you'll come back," he said, and I let out a sigh. "I've waited for this day for months, Jov..." I said, and tears welled up immediately. My chest tightened, and it felt hard to breathe. "Please... When I choose a day to bring you home, I'll be the one to pick you up, Gotchelle..." "Why are you doing this to me, Joavani? I thought... I thought everything was over for you? After you... had our child undergo a DNA test and found out that you... you're really his Dad and not someone else--" "We're only talking now, Gotchelle. So don't let us fight because of that. Yes, all that is no longer with me. I understand, and I know the truth. Just please, follow me," he pleaded. I sighed again and caressed my son's face. "Don't you wonder, Joavani? Why I only sent you the DNA test results of our child? Why until now you still don't know what Govan looks like?" I asked with a smile, and tears started to fall. My chest tightened, and I felt the pain. "Gotchelle..." "He's just like you, exactly like you, Joavani. No doubt... he's your son. That's why I didn't send you his photos because I want... I want you to meet him as your son without any doubts... Jov... Okay, I'll follow what you said. Just... just take good care of our child while... while I'm not here, okay? I love him so much, Jov. I love our child so much," I said and kissed Govan's head wholeheartedly before handing him over to his babysitter. "Gotchelle?" "When they arrive, call me immediately, Joavani. Go on..." I said and ended the call. "Ma'am, are you sure you won't come with us?" my son's babysitter asked with concern. I shook my head. "I hurt my husband so much before, and I didn't appreciate him just because... I wanted someone else. But he's not hard to love, so I'll follow what he wants. His orders for me. Just please, take care of my child, okay?" I said, and she nodded. Govan extended his hand as if he didn't want me to go, and when I held it, he gripped it tightly. "Mam-ma..." "See you when I see you, my son. Mommy loves you, always," I said with teary eyes as they started walking away, and it felt like a heavy stone was pressing on my chest. My tears fell like rain due to the continuous dripping. I waved to him even though he tried to look away and was already crying. This is what Joavani wants, what my husband wants, so I'll follow. I still hope that someday I'll leave this country, but it didn't happen. Because when he called me and said he would pick me up, I refused. How will I go back home? How will I face him when... I'm useless? Because when I was about to go home from the airport, I didn't expect that an accident was waiting for me, causing me to become disabled. I can't walk anymore, so if I go home to my family, I'll just be a burden to them. So, I chose to stay here... for several years. Yes, it lasted that long. I often tell Joavani that I'll come home next month, but it just passes without me fulfilling it. Because I deliberately avoid continuing... He won't need a wife in a wheelchair anymore.
GOTCHELLE RAMIREZ'S POV
I was already EARLY organizing my things because we have a seminar to attend tomorrow so we are leaving today. I am still an employee now in my father's own company. It is our family history to start in a low position and need to be trained.
We are not the ones in charge right away because the newbies can't because the company can make mistakes or collapse if we don't have pride in being able to handle our family business.
Eigenmann and I are the only two siblings and we are exactly what our parents expect. Especially for me because I am the eldest son but we are two heirs. My brother will be my partner in the company.
He's still in high school as of now, so he can't work with me yet and I also know that he will also start in a lower position, according to our family's custom. Our academics are more important.
"Are you leaving, son? Are you ready?" Mom asked me. When I looked back at him, he was barely peeking out the window.
"Yes, Ma," I answered and went to my closet to get my underwear.
I only brought a traveling bag and only a few clothes because our seminar was only for three days. It's only there in Cebu, so the trip is long.
"Son, when you get home we will schedule the Lordez family," said my mother and I stopped what I was doing. I took a deep breath.
"'Mom, is there really no other way? We are in the modern world and why do we still follow our family tradition? The arranged marriage?" I will ask.
We have already talked about this. Eigen and I must be married to one of their family friends. He said that it is necessary to follow what we have been used to since my great grandparents were born in this world and no one has yet broken that tradition.
Even though I told them that I have a boyfriend, they don't want to give me permission. They don't want me to be happy. Thank you
That's right, I have a boyfriend and Marjon and I have been in a relationship for a year. He is just my officemate and he is not like other rich men. Because his life is simple and he doesn't come from a rich family. He said he had nothing to be proud of. Only his love for me is what he can do.
He is also an employee of our company. It's an oil company, so we must really know something about operations.
"Son, you know our family tradition. It still needs to be followed," he reminded and I sighed again. Follow what we are often used to, that's all.
"I understand, Mom. I know that you and Papa have already made up your mind. You always follow what you want. Eigen and I really don't do anything," I promised Mama in a thick voice. I don't want to be angry with them but I can't help it.
It's just sad because they don't care about our own happiness. Don't they know that arranged marriages are not really happy? The type where you don't even know the person you're going to marry and you don't even know if he's a good person.
Whether we can make our relationship work as a couple. Good luck is all I can say for myself.
"Son, it's not like that. My Papa and I love you, Eigen, your brother. All we want to happen is that we won't have to worry about the future of you two. We know the Lordez family, it's a good family so we feel safe in your bed when one of their children will be with you and you can take care of it, Gotchelle. I hope you can understand us, hija," he promised long before he left me in my room.
I took a deep breath again and just shook my head. What is my choice? But the only one who really agreed.
***
"I'm leaving, Mom, Dad," I said goodbye to my parents when I found them in the living room. They both have a day off from work today so they are actually at home.
"Be careful on your trip, son," Papa reminded me.
"Yes, Pa," I replied and walked out.
We will gather at the company because our service is there. I jumped in shock when Eigen's car suddenly rang.
He is only in his second year of college and he also took a business management course. He now has his own car and is really independent. There is also a condo but he preferred to come home to our house more often.
"Get on board, Sister. I'll drop you off," he presented to me and I didn't hesitate to get on board. Well, it was my brother who offered to drive me.
I also don't want to drive because we will be gone for three days. I don't want to leave my car with the company.
I put on my seatbelt and he took my luggage to move it to the backseat. Then he drove.
"I thought you weren't at home because you didn't come home last night," I said to him.
"We went out last night with my friends, Ate. It's like going to a bar, eh. So I just thought that we should sleep at Ejik's bar," he explained to me.
"Or maybe later that you have a girl that's why you didn't go home? That you chose to spend the night there at the bar?" I asked with raised eyebrows. I am literally accusing him. Because I know that he is not young anymore. He is young and has needs.
"Sister, eh. I'm working on something right now. I don't want to have a bad record with him. He was with us last night, he was also with his friends," he said.
"It should be. One of the things I taught you is not to flirt, especially if you just met her at the club house," I reminded him.
"Kuya Joavani is also there, Sister," he said, silencing me.
I already know that man. My marriage. I met him at his Mommy's birthday party. Our parents had planned for the two of us to meet.
Mommy was just saying earlier that she will schedule a family dinner together with them so that we can talk about our engagement party.
I get really nervous every time I think about that. What should I say to my boyfriend? Am I really going to break up with him? Even if I love him?
"You've been quiet, Sister." It wasn't long before we reached the company.
"Don't come down, Eigen. Leave if you're going somewhere else," I said to him to which he just nodded.
"Be careful, Sister," he said and handed me my traveling bag.
"Babe!" my boyfriend called me and I smiled sweetly at him. I waved at him and was about to approach him when someone pulled my elbow.
"What?!" I asked angrily and I struggled hard.
His arm just slid around my waist and the hair on my body stood up when he nuzzled into my neck.
"It's been a while, sweetheart," he said to me softly.
"J-Joavani?" I said his name in shock. I didn't expect to see him here and in front of Marjon.
God...wrong timing.
In the aftermath of a life-altering accident, Sky wakes up with no memory of a mysterious woman she's inexplicably drawn to paint. With her hands seemingly guided by a force beyond her understanding, Sky's artwork captivates those around her. But when a high-profile figure shares one of her paintings, thrusting her into the spotlight, Sky's world turns upside down. As she grapples with newfound fame and questions about her identity, Sky must confront her past and the enigmatic connection to the woman in her paintings. Amidst chaos and uncertainty, she discovers that sometimes, the greatest mysteries lie within ourselves.
"Calista!" Nix called out to me. "What? Is there a problem?" I felt the tension in his eyes. "You're not going to jail anymore, Caliee. The accident proved everything!" He shouted, embracing me and kissing my forehead. I couldn't help but slowly start to cry. "It's okay, Caliee, I told you that you're innocent." "T-thank you, Nix." I checked all my social media accounts and found both negative and positive comments at the same time. This is the reality that I can't avoid haters in the online world. Many are on my side, many are on Caleb's, as if we're fighting our own beliefs. I sat down on the couch, feeling incredibly happy and anxious at the same time. I know Caleb won't give up on me. "Calista!" I heard someone call my name outside the hotel door. "Come out!" they shouted, banging on the door. When I opened it, the heavily intoxicated Caleb greeted me, "C-Caleb?" I asked. Many were holding him back, but he was struggling, "L-let go, bro." He looked at me as if scrutinizing my entire being. "Fine! Let out your anger on me, what else do you want? Everything's been proven... It was all an accident!" As the guards left, he entered my room, slowly approaching me until I leaned against the wall. His eyes were filled with rage and hatred, as if he could kill me at any moment. "W-what do you--" I couldn't speak anymore as he punched the wall next to me. “Why, Calista? Why did you take away the woman I love?" He shouted at me while continuing to cry. "W-what do you want!" I shouted back, pushing him away. He threw my belongings, hitting my foot, causing me to stumble. "D-damn it, what!" I held my injured foot, looking straight at him, observing his angry face. I took a deep breath and spoke again, "What do you want to make you quiet? My body? Money? Wealth! That's all I have! If you want me to bring back your fiancée..." "I'm not God! Do you understand? If I could bring her back, I would've done it already, I regret it every day, every hour." I want this to end, I'm so tired. I can't take it anymore. I straightened my head bravely. I uttered the words I knew I would regret. "If I have sex with you, will you forgive me?" I bravely asked, tears slowly streaming down my cheeks. He stared at my entire body, unable to even look into my eyes. "I will never forgive you," he replied weakly and hoarsely. "Why? It wasn't intentional, it was all an accident! It's not my fault that your fiancée died, I lost my brakes, how many times do I have to tell you that I-I'm not at fault!" "It's your fault! because damn you, why? Calista? why did you kill my fiancée!" A loud shout stunned me. It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's an accident, I didn't mean to kill anyone, I didn't have brakes that day! "Why don't you just give up? Why do you still fight for your beliefs, even though both of us know that it's really you! f*ck you! Calista." I took a deep breath and looked at his face. "W-will you have sex with me! After that, my debt to you will be paid, can we do that, prosecutor Villanueva?" I bravely asked again. He stared at me, unresponsive. "Stop," he shouted loudly. "Why? Don't you want to? So I can pay you back! You'll disgrace me! Take away my dignity! Because it's my fault! Because I'm a b*tch! Because this is what you want, to feel every day that something is being taken from me! That I'm being robbed! But you don't want money, you want me to regret it every day, so here it is." He approached me and kissed me, my tears flowing as he kissed me, while he undressed me, I was sobbing softly, he continued kissing me, from my ears down to my neck, he observed my entire body. He slowly laid me down, slowly removing my clothes, as he did, I closed my eyes. He continued to explore my body, from my thighs to even the deepest parts of my femininity. DESCRIPTION: "Caleb Wyven Villanueva" is a prosecutor who is willing to do everything for his loved one, recognizing nothing, but what is in accordance with the law. But what if one day this man wakes up that the woman he loves is already de@d? Will he fight for her? Or will he just let go?
"Leave me alone, Shantal!" ash said annoyed to me. He's my husband, actually I'm probably the only one who calls him husband because he never once considered me his wife. And his family just forced him to marry me, so he followed it against his will. I smiled at myself in front of the mirror and wiped my tears. I know that he didn't love me, because he still hopes that his ex girlfriend or let's say ex fiance will come back to him. Our scene at the mansion is always fighting, sometimes he ignores me like I'm just wind by his side. And most of all we have different rooms, I laughed at what I thought because the other couple had only one room but we didn't. "Let's eat ma'am" I heard the knock in my room."yes manang" I said. I stood up and went downstairs and saw my husband done with his meal and ready to go. "Are you going to leave?" I asked, he just looked at me and left, not even an answer. I ate quietly by myself and just ignored it. After I ate, I decided to go to mom's mansion, but I was just outside the gate when I felt weak and I could barely handle what I saw. I saw ashton leaning in his car while kissing with someone. __________
In a whirlwind of emotions, Farrah grapples with unrequited love, drowning her sorrows in alcohol. Despite her friends' advice to let go, she finds herself unable to shake off her obsession with a man who remains out of reach. Will she find the strength to break free from the chains of her heart's desires?
In a desperate bid for freedom from a hellish existence, Wendy flees through the darkness, her heart pounding with terror. But as she runs, gunshots ring out, and she realizes her escape is cursed. With tears streaming down her face, she stumbles and falls, tasting the bitter soil of her torment. Hiding in the shadows, she hears the chilling voice of her tormentor, a man who has taken everything from her. Suddenly discovered, Wendy finds herself trapped, her pleas falling on deaf ears as she faces the darkness once again. As the night closes in around her, she knows there is no escape from the lion who claims her as his own, determined to possess her at any cost.
"TODAY is our fourth anniversary. Then... T-Then... Are you just playing with me? Tell me, Jai. Do you really love me?" I asked him while I was crying. It feels like my chest is being stabbed with a sharp blade and it seems non-stop, so I feel more pain in my heart. "I love you, Miamor. I love you, so much, baby..." "But you can leave me just like that and marry your best friend?! Or are you just lying? That you don't really love me and that Jillian is exactly who you want to be with and not me!" I screamed and my tears started falling down my cheeks. My chest is just getting tighter and it seems I'm having trouble breathing again. Feels like a big hand is squeezing my heart. "I love you, Miamor but I want to help Jillian. She needs--" "You don't love me, Jai! I never felt that love! You give it to others and not to me! So, you can hurt me like this! You are only doing this because of your best friend! So, that you and Jillian can be free!" I said, it's roaring. He just shook his head at me and I could see tears also falling from his eyes and he even bit his lower lip. His fist was tight so his veins came out there. "I'm sorry..." What he said made me even more sad. Four years. We've been in a relationship for 4 years and I admit to myself, I never felt the love he says. Cause he always thinks of Jillian. I knew that girl had a space in his heart, because otherwise... If he really loves me he will choose me, and he will leave Jillian, not me... "I regret giving myself to you. I regret knowing you and wasting my time just to love you. What a coward you are!" "SENATOR Ferrara?" It seems like I woke up from a deep slumber of my past when I heard my secretary's voice and a faint shaking on my shoulder. I sat down and fixed my glasses. I was still breathing before I turned my back on her. "Are we here yet?" I asked, no emotion and she just nodded at me. We just got back from Manila because I had an urgent meeting in Singapore with Dad but he came back here earlier. The door on my side opened and I unbuckled my seatbelt and slowly got out of the car. As usual, we are visiting the patients who were victims of the fire last week. Well, it's in my heart to help my fellow Filipino, but the citizens won't believe because they will say that we are just showing off. Who wouldn't, if you're in the world of politics? De Cervantes Hospital, I know the owner of this hospital. A close friend. I shrugged when I remembered my referring friend. I have five bodyguards with me and my secretary Red Michigan. Others bring relief goods. The ward of the fire victims is on the second floor so, we took the elevator. I took off my glasses and gave this to my secretary. The elevator opened, a sign that we are already on the second floor. I was about ready to go out when I saw a doctor standing across from me. It's like he's waiting for the elevator to open too. The guy is tall and has a big body. He is slightly bent over while reading what is on the paper he is holding right now. One hand was stuck in his pants pocket. He was wearing glasses too. But his build is familiar to me. I just don't know why my heart reacted so fast. I got out of the elevator completely and accidentally broke his shoulder. "Damn it," I heard him curse and my eyebrows just rose up. I rolled my eyes. For the second time around, I got pulled over again when I stepped on something. I took it and checked the ID. Only to make my heart beat faster when I read the name of the owner. Dr. Jaickel San Amero. Neurologist Doctor. I faced him, "This is yours?" I asked him with no emotion written on my face. He stopped and looked at me. I can't see him in shock because he has no emotion either. I stepped closer to him and he didn't even avoid my gaze. I don't know if he recognizes me yet or not. "You drop this, Dr. American," I casually said and handed him his ID. He quickly snatched it from me without interrupting staring at me. No word I turned my back on him then walked straight on. After so fvcking years... Our paths crossed again, Jai. What a luck. I'm Miamor Ferrara, I'm Senator and medicine inventor. That man is my ex-boyfriend. The world is really small for us. I smirked
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
"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!
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 my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours." Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them. Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman, unlike any he had known. She surprised and delighted him. But will Daisy take him back? Can their son keep them together? Can the rift between them be healed? Pick this one up and find out!
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."