Some men chase love.
Kenneth Anderson chased something else entirely.
He didn't believe in love—not the kind that stays, not the kind that heals. To him, it was a game... one he learned to play well. A smile here, a whisper there, promises he never intended to keep. Women fell easily—too easily—and that only proved his point.
"Lahat sila pare-pareho," he would often say.
Flirtatious. Deceiving. Hungry for attention.
Malandi.
And so he became what he hated most.
A man who knew exactly how to make them fall... just so he could be the one to let go.
It wasn't about pleasure.
It wasn't even about revenge anymore.
It was control.
Every broken heart he left behind felt like justice for a past he never fully understood—a past that taught him women were meant to leave, to lie, to destroy. And if that was true, then he would make sure he struck first.
No attachments.
No regrets.
No looking back.
That was how Kenneth Anderson survived.
Until one day, he met someone who refused to fall.
Margaux Alejandro wasn't like the others. She didn't blush at his charm, didn't melt at his words, didn't bend under his gaze. If anything, she looked at him the way he looked at the world—
With distrust.
With defiance.
With anger.
A woman who hated liars.
A man who lived as one.
It should have been simple.
Just another game.
Another name to forget.
But something about her felt... different.
And for the first time in a long time, Kenneth found himself hesitating.
Because Margaux wasn't just a challenge.
She was a mirror.
And in her eyes, Kenneth Anderson might finally see the truth he had been running from all his life.
The question is—
when the game turns against him...
will he still know how to play?
Or will he finally learn what it means to lose?
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The Truth About Anderson
RomanceKenneth Anderson is a woman-hater, lahat gagawin niya maisisi lang sa lahat nang babae sa mundo ang kasalanan ng ina niya. While Margaux Alejandro, isang palabang babae at galit sa lahat ng manloloko. What if they were actually destined to meet to...
