I was 16 back then when I married you. You were 18. Kahit bata ka pa lang, successful ka na agad. Ikaw na agad ang nagpapatakbo ng kompanya niyo. Samantalang ako, sakit sa ulo ng mga magulang ko. Kaya nga siguro ako ipinakasal sayo para magtino ako. Pero kahit isang taon na tayong dalawa na nagsasama, we are still strangers. Walang kibuan, walang pakialamanan. Minsan nga wala pang imikan. Pero that's fine with me kasi hindi naman kita mahal At alam kong hindi mo rin ako mahal Pareho lang tayong naipit sa sitwasyong ito na hindi natin kayang takasan. Pero sana lang dumating ang panahon na kahit papaano masasabi kong YOU ARE MY HOME

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• Jonas Ren • Completed • There's this guy. Rich, handsome, attractive name it! He has it all including the cocky, arrogant & he gets what he wants within a snap of a finger attitude. There's this girl. An angel outside yet the devil inside. Charming & innocent but actually the strong one. So when Mister GANGSTER founds himself liking Little Miss SUPLADA he decided to do anything just to make her his, even if it'll lead him to world war 3. ®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®® HEY LOVIES! PUBLISHED COPY AVAILABLE NOW! Book 1: Php 129.75 Book 2: Php 109.75 Book 3: Php 109.75 Book 4: Php 109.75 Thank you soooo much for making this story a success! And I'll be more than happy if you guys will also support the book. HAHAHA :D Aylabyouuu lovies :**

WARNING: PASENSYA NA PO PERO HINDI KO NA PO TATAPUSIN ANG REVISION NITO. Hindi ko po ito kayang burahin dahil first novel ko po ito at gusto kong mabalikan ang mga comments. Thank you so much po.

{ FINISHED }{Genre: Mystery | Romance}A person is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides. -André Malraux

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