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The woman they tried to bury
Last Updated : 2025-06-28
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Olivia married John against all odds—despite the whispers, the wealth gap, and a mother-in-law who made no secret of her hatred. For three years, Olivia gave her all to the marriage, but her inability to conceive became a weapon used to tear her down. When a woman from John’s past reappears with a son she claims is his, Olivia’s fragile world shatters. Betrayed and accused of crimes she didn’t commit, Olivia is cast out with nothing but her pride and pain. But the woman who once crawled through life rises stronger than ever. A new city, a new life, and an unexpected connection with a mysterious prince help her reclaim her worth—but fate isn’t finished with her yet. When Olivia’s job unexpectedly leads her back into John’s world, long-buried secrets begin to surface—secrets that could not only clear her name, but destroy everything the Luther family has built. Love, lies, and legacy collide as Olivia fights not just for justice, but for the truth about her past. And just when it seems the wounds are healing, a devastating revelation threatens to undo everything. The man she once loved is the son of the very people who destroyed her family. Will Olivia choose vengeance, or will love have the final say.
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Hi, lovely readers!
Welcome to a world where power is precision, control is a weapon, And one unexpected woman dares to challenge it. This isn’t a story about a prince saving a damsel. It’s about a man who built his empire with ruthless logic until a woman walked in, unapologetically real, and proved that control is nothing but an illusion. Meet Alexander Thompson cold, untouchable, a man who bows to no one. Jasmine Ramirez is strong-willed, intelligent, fearless, and not here to follow anyone’s rules. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But fate has always loved chaos. Prepare for power plays, razor-sharp banter, and a slow-burning tension that will test pride, passion, and every wall they’ve both built. Thank you for reading! And remember: in this story, the one who loses control… might be the only one who finally learns what it means to live. With love, Anne Author PROLOGUE Control is everything… until someone shatters it. Alexander Thompson lived by rhythm. Order. Discipline. Like the clock on his wrist, every decision was precise, calculated, and unquestioned. 6:00 AM Private estate in Silang, Cavite wide, quiet, high-fenced. He was already in the gym. Classical music humming. Breathing steady. Mind sharp. Control. Mind. Body. All aligned. 7:00 AM On the veranda of his minimalist glass mansion, his butler handed him coffee. He scanned three reports: real estate performance summary, financial growth report, and a feasibility update for their Palawan hotel group. No small talk. No unnecessary noise. 9:00 AM Boardroom of Alzaro Tower, Makati. His kingdom. Skyscrapers paint the skyline, subordinates arranged in perfect order, silence feeding his power. Then something cracked. “Sir,” his executive assistant Arra said softly, “may walk-in applicant po. Ayaw pong umalis. Nakikipagbangayan raw sa guard. Ayaw ding mag-fill out ng form. Gusto raw po kayong makausap mismo.” He didn’t blink. He’d seen this pattern too many times suppliers looking for shortcuts, socialites looking for rich husbands, influencers wanting “collabs.” “Palayasin,” he commanded coldly. But before Arra could react, a voice sliced through the silence. “Palayasin? I’m not causing trouble. And I’m not begging. I’m applying properly.” Alexander slowly lifted his gaze. A woman. White blouse. Jeans. Rumpled clothes. A folder her résumé. No makeup. No luxury bag. But her stance? Firm. Her eyes? Unflinching. Most importantly She wasn’t afraid of him. “Miss?” he said. “Jasmine Ramirez,” she replied, meeting his gaze straight on, as if he were just an HR officer not the CEO of the entire empire. The HR staff near the door froze, watching like it was a movie scene. Alexander simply stared at her, studying the anomaly. “Ms. Ramirez,” he said coolly, “this is not a place for disruption. If you cannot follow the procedure, you may leave.” “I’m not here to disrupt anything, Mr. Thompson,” Jasmine said. “But your security shouldn’t treat me like dirt just because I’m not wearing branded clothes.” His jaw tightened. The audacity. “The recruitment process is clear. Forms. Schedule. Rules. If you cannot comply—” “Then maybe put a sign outside: ‘For corporate aesthetics only.’ Para hindi na ako nag-aksaya ng oras.” There it was. That attitude. He leaned back, assessing her like a glitch in his flawless system. Everyone who entered his boardroom bent. Everyone obeyed. Except her. “Do you always talk to people this way?” he asked cold, but undeniably curious. “Depends. If I’m respected, I return the same.” He stood. He wasn’t sure why But he felt pushed to confront her, to look her eye to eye. Silence stretched. Then he spoke. “Return to the beginning. Fill out the form. Follow the rules. And we’ll see if your résumé is worth reading.” Jasmine nodded. But before leaving, she said: “You know, Mr. Thompson… there are things more important than money and power. Like respect.” And she walked out. No fear. No apology. Not like anyone else. The next day. The HR floor was unusually quiet everyone was secretly watching. She returned. Neater. Hair tied. Form completed. She sat politely. No arguments. No confrontations. But when her folder landed on Alexander’s desk, something shifted inside him. Not annoyance. Not fear. Disruption. He opened the résumé. BA in Development Studies Magna Cum Laude University of the Philippines Manila Five years of NGO experience Specialization: grassroots education, poverty alleviation, social innovation Position applied for: Head of Corporate Social Responsibility, Thompson Global He let out a short, ironic laugh. A woman who seemed indifferent to power… wanted to lead a department built on conscience. “She doesn’t belong here,” he thought. But another whisper followed Exactly why she’s dangerous. That night, in his Makati penthouse wine untouched, city lights glowing Her voice replayed in his mind. Her eyes. Her defiance. Her refusal to bend. And the truth he couldn’t escape: She cracked his routine. She disrupted the pattern. She disrespected the system And he could not stop thinking about her. Before sleep claimed him, one promise formed. If she returns… I’ll make sure she regrets challenging me. Or worse I’ll regret letting her in.Latest chapter
The woman they tried to bury Chapter Sixteen- A GIRLS TRIP
John POVI heard a faint creak by the door. Tricia’s room was just across from mine. Instinctively, I got up from my desk and stepped into the hallway—just in time to see her quietly shutting her door.“Where the hell have you been?” I said, my voice sharper than I intended.She froze, startled. Slowly, she stepped back out. Her lips parted, but no words came. I rubbed a hand loosely over my arm, trying to stay calm. She kept her head down, avoiding my eyes.“This isn’t the first time. Or the second. Or the third,” I said, my voice rising with each word. “What the hell is wrong with you?”My anger was bubbling, slow and steady. It just didn’t make any sense. If she couldn’t pick David up from school, the least she could do was call.“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I had a spa appointment this evening. It was supposed to last two hours, and then I planned to head straight to pick up David. But I… I fell asleep after the treatment.”She stepped closer, but disappointment was already heavy o
Last Updated : 2025-06-28The woman they tried to bury Chapter Fifteen- A TRIP WITH JOHN?
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Last Updated : 2025-06-26The woman they tried to bury Chapter Fourteen- I LIKE YOU
“Mmm, this steak though.”I popped the last bite into my mouth and closed my eyes, letting it melt on my tongue. It was perfectly seasoned, tender enough to fall apart without effort. It deserved silence, reverence even.“You’re such a foodie,” Robert said, grinning at me across the table, his eyes crinkling at the corners.I opened one eye and smirked. “Can you blame me?”Honestly, food was one of the few things that still brought me joy—predictable, uncomplicated joy. I was just thankful for the metabolism I’d been blessed with. No matter how much I indulged, my figure stayed relatively untouched—curvy where it needed to be, slim where it counted.The waiter came by to clear our plates. As I watched him gather the dishes, I felt the weight of someone’s eyes on me. I turned my head slightly—and sure enough, Robert was looking straight at me.Not just a glance. A gaze. One that lingered.He didn’t look away when our eyes met. Didn’t even blink. There was something about the way he sta
Last Updated : 2025-06-25The woman they tried to bury Chapter Thirteen- He Must Never Know
Chapter 12 – John“Why was she wearing your coat?” Tricia snapped the moment she got into the car. I’d been expecting this—had seen it simmering in her eyes back in Livia’s office—but she’d kept herself in check then, probably to avoid confirming any whispers about our marriage. Now that we were alone, she didn’t hold back.“Tricia, don’t start,” I said calmly, opening the driver’s door. She threw herself into her seat with a dramatic huff.“Stop saying that!” she barked. “Why the hell was she wearing your coat, John?” She twisted her body toward me, hands on her hips, like she was ready for war.“Because she was cold, alright? That’s it. She was freezing, and I—”“Oh wow,” she interrupted. “I didn’t know you were a Cold Patrol officer now. What, she doesn’t own a coat? That stupid bitch probably left her brain behind too.”“Don’t talk about her like that,” I said, my tone low and warning.Truth was, I wasn’t even comfortable giving Olivia the coat in the first place—not because I did
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