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leasalongamuhlach
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- Parts 37
"It's you who gave light to my darkness."
This is a Aga Muhlach & Lea Salonga fan - fiction story
mirryyyyyyy
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Five years after their last film-and their last heartbreak. Lea Salonga and Aga Muhlach reunite for the sequel to Sana Maulit Muli.
To the world, it's a dream come true-two actors back together. But behind the cameras, the past lingers like an open wound. Every scene forces them to relive what they once had, every line blurs the boundary between acting and truth.
On screen, they burn. Off screen, they break.
And when the final curtain falls, they must face the question neither dares to ask.
Was their reunion a second chance?
Or a reminder that some love stories are meant to live only in film?
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leacarmen22
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In a world built on quiet compromises and unanswered prayers, Dr. Cattlea Sarmiento never imagined that loving someone like Gab Morales would cost her everything-her peace, her credibility, and nearly, herself.
Ten years ago, she walked away from the man who couldn't protect her when the world turned cruel. And for a decade, she stayed gone. Until one ordinary day, fate-unforgiving and unapologetic-brought him back.
The years haven't erased the damage or dulled the ache. Gab is no longer the boy who stayed silent, and Cattlea is no longer the woman who waited to be chosen. But the thoughts of loving him-the ache, the sweetness, the fear-return with brutal clarity, refusing to be silenced.
"But if the thoughts of loving you still linger... does that mean the love never left at all?"
leacarmen22
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The day Eva Zapanta married Enzo Bautista, it wasn't love that bound them-it was a contract. The gown, the vows, the kiss... all pieces of a picture-perfect lie she never asked for.
To the world, he is her husband. To Eva, he is the stranger she wakes up beside, the man whose silence is heavier than any promise. And yet, somewhere in the stillness of their home, his quiet gestures start to feel like threads-binding her in ways she doesn't know how to name.
But when love is born from something forced, can it ever be pure? Or will it always taste faintly of surrender?
"How are you going to stay true to the vows you said at the wedding... when you weren't even the one who wrote them?"
Because some cages are built from gold... and some prisons are mistaken for love.
bluishhillary
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- Parts 20
The most
beautiful part is,
I wasn't even looking
when I found you.
~ autumn.