Try Being My Size Amy

Charlotte's world shatters when her engagement to George ends in betrayal by her half-sister Eva. Seeking solace in the vibrant nightlife of Arcadia City, Charlotte, accompanied by her confidante Isabella, finds herself in the arms of Sebastian, whom she mistakes for a nightclub PR. Their passionate encounter leads to unexpected feelings. Meanwhile, George relentlessly pursues Charlotte, and Eva's jealousy intensifies. Charlotte later discovers that her one-night stand, Sebastian, is not just any nightclub employee but the CEO of a powerful conglomerate—and her ex's enigmatic uncle. As their complicated connection unfolds, Charlotte must confront her past and redefine her future amidst tangled family ties and societal expectations.

Ang kasal ay nagbibigkis sa dalawang taong nagmamahalan. Pinapangarap ito ng bawat kababaihan dahil sa hatid nitong kaligayahan—pero hindi para kay Aira. Ang groom niya kasi na si Dave ay ang long-time boyfriend ng bunso niyang kapatid na si Trina. Pakiramdam tuloy ni Aira ay magiging kontrabida lang siya sa pag-iibigan ng dalawa. Gayun pa man ay wala rin siyang nagawa dahil iyon ang gusto ng mga magulang niya. Natuloy ang kasal nila Dave at Aira. Sa kabila ng pagiging opisyal na mag-asawa ng dalawa ay nagpatuloy pa rin ang pagkikita nila Dave at Trina. Hindi naman ito naging lihim kay Aira. Hinayaan nya lang ang dalawa na ipagpatuloy ang relasyon nila. Tanggap niya na kasi ang katotohanang hindi naman talaga siya mahal ni Dave at napilitan lamang itong magpakasal sa kanya dahil sa kasunduan ng kanilang mga magulang. Ngunit sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon ay may nangyari kay Dave at Aira Matapos nilang pagsaluhan ang isang mainit na gabi ay unti-unting nahulog ang loob nila sa isa't isa. Isang pag-iibigan ang nabuo nang hindi nila namamalayan. Sa pagsasamahang dulot lamang ng isang kasunduan ay mahanap kaya ng dalawa ang tunay na pagmamahal? Kaya bang agawin ni Aira si Dave kay Trina na una nitong minahal?

Si Elyssa, nagmahal at nasaktan sa maling tao. Sa muling pagbubukas ba ng kanyang puso, maling tao na naman kaya ang iibigin niya? Si Alyjah, nasaktan sa kinahinatnan ng kanyang ina. Poot at galit ang itinanim niya sa kanyang puso. Mababago kaya ito ng isang wagas na pagmamahal? Si Lauro, nagmahal kahit pamilyado. Gustong balikan ang babaeng sa kanya'y bumuo. Pero paano kung may iniibig na itong bago? Matatanggap niya kaya kung ito ay anak niya mismo? Lahat sila ay pag-uugnayin ng isang kasal. Ngunit may mas malalim pa palang ugnayan ang unti-unting mabububungkal. Sanga-sangang pag-ibig. Sanga-sangang problema. Anong magiging bukas nila? Kaya ba nilang magpaubaya at magmahal nang buo, kung nababalot sila ng misteryo at sikreto? Sino ang magtatamo ng kaligayahan? Sino ang malulugmok sa kalungkutan? Mapapalaya kaya sila ng isang wagas na pagmamahalan?

Difficult to get along with the in-laws, constant arguments with the only brother-in-law, worsened by the man labeled as her husband... it's like having your head detached while your toes are being tickled, making Samanta Kiehl constantly cultivate patience. Until her sincere love is rewarded with a divorce letter. Her question always spins in her head. Is this luck or misfortune for her? But Samanta remains Samanta. She lets it all resonate in her life. She believes that payback will come. Someday, there will be a life and a new man whom she will tread with tranquility. But when? Isn't human patience supposed to have its limits?

On our wedding night, my husband Grayson's sister-in-law, Scarlette, stumbled drunkenly into our bridal suite and threw her arms around him, refusing to let go. "Kayla, my husband died young, and I really just want a child. Please, lend him to me for one night," she cried through her tears, shoving a toy into my hand. "I promise I'll return him tomorrow. And if you get lonely… you can use this to comfort yourself." I stood there, dumbfounded, my gaze shifting in confusion to Grayson, who was already helping Scarlette steady herself. "You're really going to sleep with her?" He avoided my eyes, his tone strangely urgent. "Don't overthink it. She's drunk and talking nonsense. I'll take her back to her room to rest." As he started to leave with her, I stepped in front of them, blocking their way. "Grayson, it's our wedding night tonight. Are you seriously going to walk out with her?" His expression darkened as he pushed me aside. "You're my wife now—try to be more sensible. Don't get jealous over something so trivial." Then, carefully, he guided her out of the room. I wanted to run after him and stop them, but when I saw the deep concern in his eyes as he looked at her, the truth finally hit me. The love this man had for me was no longer mine alone. And if that was the case, why should I cling to a marriage that had already soured? I might as well walk away with my head held high.

Charisse thinks she has the most perfect boyfriend. But the possessive Beta has been isolating her from the world, controlling every aspect of her life, down to the shoes she wears, using love as an excuse. When Charisse discovers that he's marrying another, she accepts the help of Alpha Dorian Vellum, CEO of the most powerful Crimson Crest Empire, and build a new life to have her revenge. But is Dorian another possessive man or is he simply obsessed with her? Will she marry the mysterious and manipulative Alpha or forgive her possessive ex’s betrayal and start afresh?

Three days before my wedding, Eric Foreman's childhood love returned to the country with her terminally ill mother. She wanted to marry Eric to fulfill her mother's dying wish. I objected furiously to it in my last life, and Eric eventually rejected Naomi Corbin's request. Naomi appeared with her mother's funeral picture in the middle of our wedding and accused Eric of being heartless. Eric got the bodyguards to kick her out, and our wedding continued without a glitch. However, he did not return home that night. Since then, he insisted that we sleep in different rooms. He would rather get drunk than touch me. When I questioned him about this, he said to me drunkenly as his eyes glazed over, "Ayla, every time I look at you, I'm reminded of the look of despair in Naomi's eyes and her mother's dying face… I regret making that decision!" His answer depressed me, and I eventually died from it. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Eric tried to convince me to give Naomi our wedding. This time, I agreed. I called my family as I watched him leave happily. "I agree to the marriage alliance. We can hold the wedding in three days."

My best friend, Maya, flew in from Miami for my bachelorette week. My last days of freedom. She insisted on a girls' night in to celebrate, ordering all my favorite takeout. She asked me to hold her mobile phone and wait.Then her phone lit up. A message from some guy. A shirtless pic. Text: I need you tonight. Another photo buzzed through. Sex toys. Bondage gear straight out of a movie. My face burned. My heart hammered against my ribs. I’d just stumbled into her secret life. But the next image made my blood run cold. A close-up of the man's chest. A jagged scar I knew better than my own reflection. It belonged to my fiancé, Luciano Carbone.

My sister, Laura Ward, died the year we were ten, the year we snuck out of school to play. From that day forward, my mother’s grief turned into a burning hatred for me, convinced that I was the reason my sister was gone. She treated me like a servant, like an unwanted burden, and filled the void by adopting a perfect, obedient daughter to replace my sister. She took everything from me without a second thought — my rights, my freedom, my very existence — and even demanded that I give up a kidney for her precious adopted girl. Alright, Mother, if you want a life, I’ll give you mine! But it was only when my body lay cold, my breath long gone, that she finally turned and looked at me.

Seven years after my death, an engagement invitation from my ex-girlfriend arrives at my house. Back then, I had broken up with her in my lowest, most desperate days and married someone else. Now, she has reinvented herself as a rising powerhouse worth hundreds of billions, driven by revenge and eager to see me regret everything and beg for mercy. Unfortunately for her, I am not the one who shows up. She looks around in open contempt, convinced my absence means guilt, shame, and fear. When I finally appear, all she sees is an urn.