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Mikha and Aiah are supposed to stay enemies, like their fathers. But Aiah tired of pretending and Mikha can’t stop eye-fucking her every time they’re in the same room.
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28 Nov 2025
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After being unceremoniously dumped by her boyfriend of two years, Aiah Arceta, 34-year-old CEO of Arceta Hotels, has no time to wallow. She still has a high-profile charity gala to attend, where everyone expects her to appear polished, powerful, and perfectly fine.
Except she isn’t. Especially when her ex, Jeremy, shows up… as the arm candy of a young model who doesn’t even know she’s been played. Aiah feels the burn of humiliation creeping up her neck—until someone steps in.
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14 Nov 2025
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The De La Salle University cheerleaders wore matching outfits, lived in their own dorms, and basically ruled the university's social hierarchy.
Aiah Arceta was one of them. An engineering student and the captain of the cheerleaders, she was free-spirited and carefree. A young girl with a perfect body and stunning heels, she charmed everyone wherever she went.
Mikha and Colet had been inseparable friends since childhood. Now that they had arrived at college, the two faced the challenges of university life-making the right choices at the right time while trying to stay close. Aiah had been in a stormy, on-and-off relationship with Colet Vergara for two years, but ended up finding in Mikha the irresistible thrill of passion, leaving her wanting more. While Mikha was certain that their night together would be a one-time thing, Aiah was determined to prove otherwise.
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14 Nov 2025
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14 Nov 2025
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Anya thought she knew what love looked like measured, polite, something that made sense. But then she met Maxine. Nineteen, sharp-eyed, and disarmingly calm, Maxine lived by instinct. Her way of showing love wasn’t through words, but through touch, slow, deliberate, like she was learning the language of Anya’s body one gesture at a time.
What started as a quiet tension between teacher and student became a world of its own, hidden in the walls of Maxine’s small apartment. There, love wasn’t spoken, it was felt. It was in the tracing of fingers, in the silence that followed a kiss, in the way Anya’s breath would tremble whenever Maxine looked at her too long.
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13 Nov 2025