Romances Online sobre First-Person POV e Histórias com Hidden Identity e Twist

Every night at 2:17 A.M., Eliana Cross receives a call from an unknown number telling her who will die tomorrow. She convinces herself it's a cruel prank — until someone actually dies. With every call, the murders creep closer to the people she loves. With every lead she chases, she uncovers a connection to a secret the city buried fifteen years ago — a secret she was part of, though she can't remember it. The caller doesn't want her to stop the killings. He wants her to remember. And at exactly 2:17 A.M., the final call is coming.

After being saved from the accident that took the lives of my parents and with no memories of my past. I, Marie, ended up being adopted by my saviour, Mrs. Adam. I was loved by my adoptive mother and brother, Adrian. But... Things took a new turn when the real daughter of the family, Annie, was found. Upon Annie's arrival, she accused me and made me look bad in the eyes of my family. Time flew by, and with her constant accusations, hatred replaced the love they once had for me. And that very hate planted in them cost me my life. I thought it was going to end there, with the triumphant smile on Annie's lips and the cold gaze from the family I once called my own. But... Fate had something else in store for me. I miraculously returned the same day I died, with a time swap of a few minutes before the incident. Thanks to my past experiences, I was able to avert my death, but that cost me my only shelter. I was pushed out of the house that once welcomed me with love, and at that very moment, I vowed to take revenge. Frustrated and devastated, I ran into the popular masked CEO, Cole Marcus, who needed a wife for six months. He offered me a deal: "Be my wife for six months... and I will grant you whatever you desire—money, power, respect, and shelter." Being blinded by revenge and shelter, I didn't think twice before accepting and signing the contract. Unknown to me, there are dark secrets behind that simple contract that can either consume me or make me.

I gave my kidney in exchange for a marriage. I thought loving him would eventually make him love me back. I was wrong. For years, my husband, Jacob Lancaster, treated me like a stranger. He made sure I never forgot that our marriage was nothing more than a deal. So I stopped begging for his love. I wanted a divorce. I wanted to walk away from the man who had broken my heart and finally start over. Then Jacob got into an accident. When he opened his eyes, he had lost his memories. And somehow, the cold husband I had known for years was gone. He looked at me with warmth. He held me like I was precious. He refused to sign the divorce papers, insisting that I was his wife and that he couldn't understand why I wanted to leave him. For the first time, I had the husband I had spent years wishing for. But I no longer wanted him.

Two years ago, a car explosion outside an expensive restaurant in Guadalajara left behind ash, and DNA evidence confirming the death of Xitllali De La Rosa. The world believed the submissive, quiet wife of the city’s most brutal mafia enforcer was gone forever. In reality, Xitllali planned her own death, and she fled into the misty highlands of Chiapas, changed her name, and started over. She opened a small floral shop and tried to build the quiet life she'd always wanted. For two years, it worked. Until the afternoon the bell above her shop door rings, and the ghost of her past steps inside. Guillermo, the husband she ran away from, came before her. She was expecting a bullet to the heart for abandoning the cartel, but she got really surprised when the most feared man in Mexico drops to one knee, slides a gun across the wooden counter, and lowers his head. He knew she faked her death. He let her run. And for twenty-four brutal months, he burned the entire underworld to the ground, slaughtering every person that wanted to hurt her. He didn't come back to kill her. He's here to ask for a second chance.