He needs a wife. She needs 5 Million. The Contract: 1 year marriage. Live together. Attend family events. No sex. No love. No questions. Penalty for breaking: 10 Million. Ara signed. Because her Lola needs surgery. Because 5 Million will save her. Zian signed. Because the Board won’t make him CEO without a wife. Because his niece needs a "mother figure." Week 3 of the contract: Ara threw up. Pregnancy test: POSITIVE. The baby is Zian’s. From that one night in Boracay 1 year ago. Now the rules changed: How do you hide a baby in a fake marriage? How do you not fall for the man you’re lying to? How do you tell the CEO that his "contract wife" is carrying his heir? 40 weeks. 1 Contract. 1 Secret. If he finds out, she loses everything. Comment "CONTRACT" to start Chapter 1 50K Words. Daily Update. HEA Guaranteed.

He swore he’d never let anyone in again. Dante Morales is a widowed single dad. A grumpy, cold, Michelin-trained chef who locked his heart the day his wife died. His only reason to breathe is his 5-year-old daughter, Mimi. Until she moved in next door. Cassie Torres is chaos in a dress. A sunflower-tattooed florist who laughs too loud, loves too hard, and refuses to be ignored. She brings noise, color, and trouble into his silent house. Neighbors. That’s all they’re supposed to be. But one accident. One secret. One night she falls apart in his arms... And suddenly, his walls are crumbling. She says he deserves to live again. He says she’s going to break him. Who’s lying? HEA guaranteed. No cheating.

She came to sell a ruin. He came to fix it and leave. Lina Vera left Manila with one suitcase and a broken engagement. Her grandmother’s old wooden house in Bukidnon was supposed to be a two-week job. Patch the roof. Paint the walls. Put it on the market. Disappear. She didn’t expect Dreo Santos. He’s 34. Quiet. Calloused hands. He doesn’t ask why she’s running. He just shows up with nails, wood, and coffee. Two weeks turns into three months. A broken house turns into a home. And a man who was supposed to leave… doesn’t. Dreo doesn’t say much. But he notices everything. The way she flinches at loud voices. The way she sleeps in her lola’s pink sweater. The way she starts waiting for him to come back the next morning. They’re not looking for love. They’re just fixing a house. One wall. One window. One quiet moment at a time. Until the day the house is done… And neither of them knows how to let go. She came to fix a house to sell. He stayed to keep it. And her.

BLURB:She grows flowers no one wants to buy. He collects things no one else sees value in. Vesper Ashvale owns a dying flower shop on the edge of town. Her roses are black. “Bad luck,” they say. So she learned to be invisible too. Elias Thorne is an art dealer from the city. He doesn’t deal in pretty. He deals in true. When he walks into her shop and buys a single black rose, he isn’t buying a flower. He’s buying her. But the town wants her gone. A developer wants her land. He wants everything white, clean, and for sale. Now Vesper has to choose: Keep hiding in the dark where it’s safe… Or bloom for the one man who thinks black is rare. A slow-burn, healing romance about two people who thought they weren’t made for light. He collects her. She grows for him.