good morning sweetheart

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!” After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater, I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!" Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.

“Please! Jason! Pick up the phone!” Finally, someone picked up, but it wasn’t Jason. “Didn’t Jason tell you that he has no time for you today? He’s busy. Why do you keep calling?” The voice on the other end was Laura, Jason’s ex. The realization that Jason was with her while I and his unborn child were battling for our lives after an accident was a betrayal too painful to bear. If I survive, can I ever forgive him?

Lumine Moon is a hardworking scholar at Morningstar University. She has a big dream, and that is to complete the missing piece of their family. She left home, following his father's steps, to bring him back into their embrace. While working in the restaurant, her bullies came and dragged her into the dark. She was saved by a stranger, the known devious heiress Raiden Morningstar: the granddaughter of the owner of the university she was attending. In gratitude, she will do anything in return. Thus the heiress took advantage, asked her to be her slave, and kissed her lips to seal the contract.

Zaria is the only female Morningstar. After Lucifer proclaimed her as the heir to the throne of hell, the kings of the 9 circles gave her a challenge to proof her worth. But when Zaria declined to participate, they kidnapped her best friend and the only way to get her back is to go through the 9 circles and face each challenge. Zaria and the succubus Seth, went on a journey to hell.

Sa kagustuhang makatakas sa kamay ng mga hindi kilalang dumukot sa kanya ay nabundol siya ng sasakyan dahilan kung bakit naratay siya ng matagal sa Hospital. Ngunit sa kanyang pagising ay wala siyang maalala sa nakaraan maging ang kanyang pangalan. Halos mawalan na siya ng pag-asa sa sarili dahil sa malaking pinsala na natamo ng kanyang katawan. Kinupkop siya ni Carlos Montenegro ang lalaking nakabangga sa kanya inaalagaan siya nito, binihisan at binigyan ng pangalan. Lubos niyang hinangaan ang binata at hindi niya maikakailang may nararamdaman na siya para rito subalit unti-unti nang bumabalik ang kanyang alaala at patuloy siyang tinutugis ng kanyang nakaraan...nang kanyang mga nagawang kasalanan na kailangan niyang pagbayaran lalong lalo na sa binata. Hindi maatim ng kanyang konsensya kaya bago pa ang lahat ay inunahan niya na ito. Sa pamamagitan ng liham ay ipinagtapat niya ang Katotohan ng kanyang pagkatao at sa kanyang pagtalikod ng gabing iyon ay kasabay na rin doon ang paglimot sa binata. Hindi rin nakaligltas sa pandinig Kay Carlos ang pag-alis ni Rose. May parte sa puso niyang pigilan ang dalaga subalit nanaig parin ang galit at pagkasuklam niya rito. Para sa kanya walang karapatang mabuhay ang taong pumatay sa pinakamamahal niyang nobya na si Angelica at isinusumpa niyang magdurusa ito habang buhay subalit paano niya lalabanan ang damdaming iyon kung laging ipinapaalala sa kanya ang magandang imahe ng dalaga lalong lalo pa at dinadala nito sa sinapupunan ang nag-iisang maging tagapagmana ng kaniyang angkan.

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.

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Five years ago, my junior made a mistake in the experiment, resulting in an explosion in the lab. In an effort to save my childhood friend, Andrew, I suffered severe burns to one side of my face and was falsely accused as the culprit. Just like that, I became the target of everyone's anger. Only Andrew stood by me, promising, "I love you for who you are, not your appearance. I'll always be there to protect you." But on our wedding day, he vanished without a trace. My mother, suffering from heart disease and barely clinging to life, wanted to see Andrew. When I asked him to come, he replied impatiently, "Are you using such a lame excuse to meet me? Don't you have any shame? Every time I look at your face, I feel disgusting." I pleaded desperately, but he calmly hung up. "Do you think I'm your servant? You can't just summon me whenever you want. Just because you saved me once doesn't mean you can blackmail me for life." My mother died without peace. The junior who slandered me back then later posted a photo on social media, showing a man lifting her effortlessly. Their poses were intimate, highlighting the underlying affection. Her captions read: [It's all his fault for tiring me out during the day. I almost missed out on this beautiful ocean. When you're in love, all is clear to see. I mentioned wanting to go to Belmar Island, and he flew me around the world for it.] I was utterly heartbroken, so I texted him: [Let's break up…]

My husband, an anesthesiologist, deliberately increases the sedative dosage on an accident victim so he can get a new heart for his first love, Selena Quigley. After her operation, he cares for her and celebrates her rebirth. He only remembers to contact me after she's recovered. "It's been three months since we saw each other, honey. You shouldn't be mad anymore, right? Why don't you book a flight for tomorrow so you can come home? I'll pick you up at the airport." I won't be going home anymore, though. Not now, not forever. I've already died on his operating table.

My boyfriend is a forensic artist. He was forced to make a harrowing decision to save his first love. At the killer's demand, he created a portrait from a photo—he never realized that the young girl in the photo was me in my childhood. Two weeks later, the police investigate a grisly bomb explosion and dismemberment case. The victim's identity was unrecognizable, and the investigation dragged on for days as the authorities desperately searched the blast site, looking for my remains. After three days and nights, they finally recovered enough of my remains to reconstruct my face. When my boyfriend unknowingly brought the shattered fragments back to life with his art, he was confronted with a horrifying truth—one that drove him to the edge of madness.