Jeffrey danduan
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The Man You Love Has Someone Else
Romance "Love, Betrayal, and Resilience"
Rea Enero Suwaib's life was turned upside down when her beloved studio on Elvo Street burned down. With her young son in her arms, she hoped to find solace in Markin-the man who had once promised her the world. But when she sees him laughing with another woman, their bond of trust begins to unravel.
As the haunting name "Elvo Street" resurfaces in Markin's plans, Rea's heartbreak deepens. Why would the man who once claimed to love her now pursue the project that symbolizes her loss?
Amid secrets, unanswered questions, and a devastating realization that Markin may have moved on, Rea must confront her shattered dreams. With her son as her anchor, she struggles to decide whether to fight for their place in Markin's life-or let go of the past for good.
A poignant tale of love, betrayal, and resilience, this story delves into the complexities of family and the strength it takes to rebuild after heartbreak.
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Every Wild Needs Innocent
Romance
Noise and smoke greeted me when the bus door opened. That's it, I'm really here in Manila. I stepped off the bus. The heat of the sun immediately hit my fair skin. For sure, when I seek refuge in the wilderness, I will blush.
Before crossing to the other side, I made sure no cars were passing by until I finally made it across.
I was right. My skin immediately turned red because of the intense sunlight.
"Sister, where is the jeep?" I asked the woman selling coolers.
She turned her eyes to me when I spoke to her.
"You see that mall?" she pointed. I followed her gaze.
I nodded slowly.
"Yes," I said politely.
"Behind that mall, there are jeep parking lots."
"Ahh, is that it? Thank you."
I bought a cooler from her first, then set off.
I was drinking the cooler I bought earlier while walking to the jeep parking lot. I just realized how big Manila is. If you're from the provinces, you'll have a hard time finding parking in Manila.
I reached the jeep parking lot. I stood aside first and did not get in. I took my wallet out of my pocket to check if I still had enough fare for the boarding house.
I only had five hundred pesos left in my wallet. It was only one hundred when I took it out. A strong wind blew.
"Come on!"
Unfortunately, a strong wind blew my money away. In a panic, I quickly tried to pick it up.
"My bad luck!" I said to myself.
I managed to pick up four hundred pesos, but one was missing. I looked for the missing bill. I noticed that the wind kept blowing it towards the middle of the road. Desperate to retrieve the flying money, I suddenly crossed the road without noticing the many passing cars.
"What! Are you trying to kill yourself?!" The jeep driver yelled at me because he almost hit me.
"I'm sorry..." I apologized.
He shook his head before driving off. I turned my eyes back to the bill. I was very grateful it was now on the ground. I immediately stepped on it. But unexpectedly, a car suddenly appeared.
Using my hands, I tried to shield myself, closed my eyes, and waited for the impact.
Beep!!
I thought my life was over. I slowly opened my eyes and immediately noticed the bulky figure in front of me.
"Are you okay?" It was a man's baritone voice.
When I opened my eyes completely, my mouth fell open. A well-built man stood before me. I couldn't help but be amazed at what I saw. He looked like a sculpture, very neat and perfectly carved.
For some unknown reason, my heart started pounding.
"Hey, are you okay?"
I snapped out of my trance when he spoke again, still blinking.
"A-Ah, y-yes. I-I'm fine..." I stammered.
Electricity ran through my whole body when he held my hand to help me stand up.
"Do you feel any pain in your body?" he asked again.
I shook my head. "No. I'm really fine," I assured him so he wouldn't worry.
"Bro, let's go!"
I looked at the car of the man who almost hit me. I noticed another man in the car, wearing shades and looking obviously irritated.
I turned my gaze back to the man in front of me.
"This is my friend's calling card." He handed it to me. I accepted it immediately. "Just call him if you feel any pain in your body."
I nodded slowly.
"Thank you."
"I gotta go!" he said goodbye.
I bowed slightly and smiled as a farewell.
I moved aside because I noticed I was still blocking the road. I watched them until they disappeared from sight.
Later, I looked at the calling card he gave me and read the name written on it.
"Knoxx Cassius Wolverson."
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ELAINE MALLIN After being framed by her boyfriend and best friend, Nicole ended up spending the night with a mysterious stranger. She thoroughly enjoyed the unexpected rendezvous, but when she woke up the next morning, she couldn’t help but feel bad about what she did. All of her guilt, however, was washed away when she saw the face of the man lying next to her.
“He’s... beautiful,” she whispered, awed by what she was seeing. Her guilt quickly turned into shame, and it drove her to leave the man a bit of money before she left.
Kerr was astounded. ‘Did that woman try to pay me? Like a prostitute?’ he thought, offended. “Ask the hotel manager for the surveillance video,” he commanded his assistant authoritatively, his eyebrows furrowed. He had a determined expression on his face. “I want to find out who was in my room last night.”
‘And when I find that woman, I’m going to teach her a lesson!’
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Desewa Naomi Thompson was blissfully preparing for her wedding to Alexander Darlington, the man she had loved since high school. But what should have been a romantic visit to his apartment turned into a nightmare, she found clues-Rachel's clothes and whispered conversations-that revealed a shocking betrayal. Instead of the fairy-tale ending she had dreamed of, Naomi was forced to confront the painful truth: Alexander had been unfaithful. Her world shattered just days before her wedding.
In a desperate attempt to escape reality, she had a one-night stand with a stranger-only to later discover he was her fiancé's elder brother, Raymond Darlington.
Naomi ran from the marriage, vowing never to return. But five years later, she comes back with a new identity, Erica Smith, and a mission-to reclaim what rightfully belongs to her. To achieve this, she must enter into a contract marriage with Raymond Darlington. Will her plans for revenge stay intact, or will fate have a different path in store for her?
Passions Endure Fiercely
AAAngels It was June, at the crack of dawn, a beautiful woman woke up with pains wracking her body and a splitting headache in a presidential suite of a five-star hotel, somewhere in the capital city, Nordeny.
She felt utterly exhausted. Her head was killing her. It was as if she had woken up in a stranger's body. The young woman was Anya MacMillan. She forced her eyes open and pushed herself up. The sight before her baffled her.
A huge bed. Messy sheets with streaks of dried dubious fluids stained. Clothes strewn across the bed and the floor. Clothes that belonged to her and a man.
Anya jerked in shock. She whipped her head around and stared at the other side of the bed.
On the huge and messy bed slept the man whom she had been secretly in love with forever. Evan Welton, the most sought-after bachelor in the capital city. The Adonis of Nordeny.
Exhaustion lined his handsome face. His eyes were tightly shut. He showed no signs of waking up. He was completely naked, His finely sculpted form laid completely bare to Anya's eyes.
The pounding in Anya's head worsened.
Her breathing quickened. Did she...had she...with Evan...last night?
Anya shoved aside the splitting pain in her head and forced herself to recall what had happened last night.
Last night...she remembered that she had paid a visit to her stepmother.
What had happened after that?
Her memories were a blur. Her head felt heavy and her neck was killing her. Amid the fog clouding her head, snippets of memories flashed. She remembered heated touches, naked flesh and then some...
There was no doubt about it. They had sex.
It must be her stepmother. Her stepmother must have drugged them! Anya couldn't think of anyone else who would do something so vicious to her!
Anya felt an alarm sound off in her head. 'She had to get out of here,' she thought. She tried to clamber out of bed immediately. She knew exactly who Evan Welton was.
The man set to inherit the vast fortunes of the wealthiest family in Nordeny and the bachelor whom every young woman from any respectable family sought to marry. A man who loathed the advances of women he didn't know. Angering him would mean death.
Anya imagined the possibility of Evan waking up right now. What would he think when he saw the mess? There was no way she could talk her way out of this one.
She had been secretly in love with the man since she had been a girl. She didn't want the man to detest her.
Anya scrambled to get out of bed. Suddenly, something shot towards her from the other side of the bed. He wrapped himself around her slender waist and yanking her back forcefully. The next moment, she was trapped under someone. She heard a husky male voice, rough with anger and through a clenched jaw. "Anya MacMillan...how dare you drug me..."
Anya's mind cleared up. The fog that had clouded her head dispelled immediately. She shook her head frantically. "I didn't do it! It wasn't me..."
"You didn't? How did you end up in my bed then?" Evan detested such shameless and stealthy means. His fingers tightened around Anya's pale arms. His strong grip nearly crushed her fragile bones.
Pain spiked down Anya's arms. Her eyes reddened as she repeated herself.
Evan wasn't interested in listening to her denials. In his view, she was just another despicable, loose woman who drugged him so that she could sleep with him. He released his grip on her and shoved her aside roughly. Then, he got out of bed and began to dress himself. "I don't want to see you again. Ever. Appear in my sight again and you're dead."
The young man pulled on the rest of his clothes angrily.
It was then that Sydney, Anya's stepsister, burst into the room suddenly. The sight of the mess in the room sent her into an instant rage. She had thought that the drug would make them pa** out and put up a deception of them having had sex.
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The day Ava Smith discovered she was pregnant, her husband handed her divorce papers. Cold, cruel, and heartless, Logan Smith claimed he never loved her and that their marriage was nothing but a deal forced by his grandparents. His true love, Arabella, had returned... and Ava was no longer needed.
Heartbroken and cast out, determined to change everything. Ava thought she had lost everything, until fate led her back into the arms of the powerful brothers she thought were gone forever. When they learned the truth, they vowed to destroy the man who broke her. The forgotten had come back with more than a broken heart. She came back with a child and a legacy.
Now, Logan wants her back, claiming to repay for the past years. He fell on his knees saying, "You can't marry him, I still love you. I am sorry."