Andrei and Jade was a picture of a happy couple.A perfect couple.They love each other so much but it was all ONCE... Just like every relationships that goes through thick and thin,theirs is tested too. Can they keep their love alive or just let it die? Can they keep the promise they both made to each other or forget that they have said it?

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Simula nang hiniwalayan niya ako ay nagkaleche-leche na rin ang buhay ko. Namatay si mommy dahil sa cancer, nalugi ang kompanya ni daddy at dahil sa sobrang hiya, nagpakamatay siya kaya naiwan sa akin ang responsibilidad na bayaran ang natirang utang niya sa banko. Kung dati akong princessa, ngayon ay naghihirap na. Lahat atang pweding racket ay gagawin ko mabayaran ko lang ang utang sa banko. I am a baker on weekdays, dance instructor on Saturdays at dance performer on Friday and Saturday nights. Pero sa kasamaang palad, bumalik ang ex-husband ko kaya lalong gumulo ang buhay ko. He owned the restaurant I worked with kaya nagawa niyang i-assign ako bilang personal chef niya as well as personal assistant. Binayaran niya rin ang dance studio kung saan ako nagtratrabaho and hired me as his personal dance instructor. He hired me as his personal dance instructor for the whole day on Saturdays. Pati na rin ang trabaho ko bilang performer ay nagawan niya ng paraan. He hired me as his exclusive entertainer every Friday at Saturday nights. Do you think that is already worse? The worst thing is - binayaran niya ang utang namin sa banko so I am now obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - ako ang personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer at on-call bedwarmer ng pinakamamahal kong ex-husband. Masaklap man isipin pero I am sold to my ex-husband. This is the second story about the Adonis series. This time, kay Stuart Cordoval at kay Patricia Sandoval naka-center ang story. Started Writing December 2015

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.