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Cahira Balviera refused to let the wounds of her past extinguish the flame of hope in her heart. Even after everything, she knew that love still existed. And on that fateful night at the revelry, as she was about to bottoms up her drink and forget about the night, she met Zathrian Blaz Orozco - a man whose icy demeanor and commitment issues made him seem like the polar opposite of everything she stood for. Could they ever find a way to make it work, despite being on opposing sides? Or just like the first time she saw him, she will just bottoms up her drink... not to forget the night... But to forget him.

Escaping from his responsibilities as a future duke, Terron Dashwood moves to the Philippines, hoping to live a simple and humble life. But when he crosses paths with Eva and discovers her true identity, Terron starts questioning what simple really means. *** Hoping for a simple life, future duke Terron Dashwood leaves his family in Italy and moves to the Philippines alone. There, he meets Eva Galanis, a sari-sari store and barbecue place owner who often treats him as a baggage boy. Knowing that he will return to Italy one day to face his responsibilities, Terron firmly believes that his relationship with Eva is mere friendship and nothing more-but his friends think otherwise. With a deadline for him to return home and a death threat looming around, can Terron fight for his feelings for Eva despite the odds? Or will the complicated past that their families share only bring them further apart? Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish, a combination of Tagalog & English. Cover Design by Regina Dionela

Tiara Millicent Silvano is considered as one of the most famous and influential prima ballerinas. She was at the top. There was no place to go. There was nothing more to reach for. Control, which had been the power she yielded from a very young age, became the sword pointed at her neck. She was exhausted, ragged to the bones. She was tired of how the world sees her. Like a wind-up music box with a ballerina that doesn't stop dancing. A beautiful doll that only exist to be admired. Until it was him who was watching her. Domino Dawson. He doesn't look at her like an object of fascination, but rather, it feels like he couldn't care any less if she broke her knees and stopped dancing. It's like he doesn't care if she's out of rhythm, if she doesn't smile and wave, or if she act a little unhinged and unbalanced. He doesn't see her pretense of perfection; what he sees is the brokenness, the cracks, and the edges... the real her that even she can't recognize at times.