After Death, Love Unveiled

By day, Maeve Briggs is just a regular, quiet high school senior. She tries to blend in, takes care of her younger brother, and deals with her mom cleaning the huge, fancy Dovewood mansion—a mansion owned by the very rich and very dangerous Caden Dovewood. But at night, Maeve becomes someone totally different: Eve. She puts on a black wig and high heels, dancing for strangers in a secret club. No one there knows who she really is. It's her secret way to escape her tough life and earn money to pay the bills. Then, Caden Dovewood walks into the club. He sees her, recognizes her, but Maeve remains unaware he's witnessed her secret life. It's only later, likely at his mansion, that Caden reveals his knowledge. He's loaded with money, he's dangerous, and he's the last person Maeve ever wanted to know her secret. Now that he does, he won't let it go. He's always a step ahead, pulling her closer with words that make her heart race and eyes that seem to see right through her. He doesn't just want to know her secrets; he wants her. And he doesn't feel one bit guilty about going after her, making their whole situation a dangerous and twisted game.

Abductors bind me in a basement, subjecting me to the torment of dozens. Meanwhile, my husband, Evan Foster, dines by candlelight with his lover, Carmen Locke. My abductors grant me one chance to call for help, and I dial Evan's number. I'm certain he will come for me. I believe Evan would give his life for me, as he once vowed that his future held no meaning without me. Clinging to hope, I call the number etched in my heart. However, Evan scolds me for interrupting their date. "You think I'll come get you? Dream on. Maybe I'll bother to collect your body if you die out there." His words crush me, and I do die. Five days later, Evan stands before the autopsy table, grimacing at the mangled remains before him. Even as the police department's finest forensic expert, having dissected thousands of bodies, he condemns the killer's brutality. Yet, despite his cold dismissal of my desperate plea over the phone, he now wears a look of pity. Evan, if you knew these fragments belonged to me, would you still find me worthy of your compassion?

"Ms. Rowe, are you certain you want to delete all identity records? Once they're erased, you'll be completely removed from the system. No one will be able to find you again." Eva Rowe pauses for a moment before nodding with quiet resolve. "Yes. I want to disappear from this world. I want to make sure no one can ever find me." Two seconds of silence follow on the other end, as if they're giving her one last chance to reconsider. "Understood, Ms. Rowe. The wipeout protocol will be completed within 14 days. By then, you'll be officially 'dead' in all databases. Please make the necessary arrangements." With that, the call ends. Eva books a one-way ticket to Felnor, scheduled for 14 days later. Then, she turns off her phone, watching as the screen goes dark. She stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the endless city lights, and lets out a soft, cold laugh. She is no longer anyone's Eva.

HER : I had to leave, i had my reasons. Leaving changed me. I had to forget my past, to adapt with my present, to face the future. I suddenly came back, but the problem is...I am different now. HIM : She left, without any reason, she didn't even say goodbye. Losing her changed me. I couldn't forget my past, my present stopped, i can't face the future. She suddenly came back, but the problem is...I am different now. We saw them fight, laugh, shout, cry. We saw them fall in love, we saw them get married and start on with their lives. But one man from her past -suddenly comes back- knocks on her door, enters her life and everything after goes downhill. Secret reveals, dreams get shattered, hearts get crashed, old wounds open again, and new scars start to show. They split apart, they hate , they change. And right now; they're not dead, yet still not alive. And the question stays; Will they ever get their love back, or will it just be the death of them both?

STEAMY MYSTERY ROMANCE *** # Billionare fake Identity wife # Fake marraige Elaine Rivera's world shatters when a heated argument with her husband, Ethan Rivera, ends with her returning home to find him murdered. Before she can grieve or process the horror, she's framed and thrown into prison by the powerful Rivera family, who take everything from her—including her beloved daughter, Autumn. Desperate and broken, Elaine stages a daring escape, vowing to unearth the truth about Ethan's death and reclaim her daughter. But on the run from the FBI, she finds herself at the mercy of Lucas Grayson, a cunning detective with his own agenda. Lucas offers her a lifeline: a contract marriage to protect her identity and gain access to the high-stakes world she needs to infiltrate. Under a new identity and armed with relentless determination, Elaine dives into a web of deceit, danger, and betrayal. The deeper she digs, the more she questions everyone around her—including Lucas. As sparks ignite between them, Elaine must navigate a minefield of lies and emotions. When love blurs the line between ally and enemy, and betrayal threatens to derail her mission, Elaine faces impossible choices. Can she trust Lucas with her heart and the truth? Or will her quest for justice destroy them both?

At the end of the day, my colleague, Melody Christie, came to find me. She wanted me to cover her night shift. I turned her down because I had commitments after work. That night, she was caught abandoning her shift and she got fired. Melody blamed me for it. Just when I was almost going into labor, she pushed me down the stairs. "Do you know how hard I worked to get this job? If it was not for you, I wouldn't have been fired! If I'm going down, I'm taking you down with me!" I died, and my baby did not survive either. When I opened my eyes once more, I was back to the same day when Melody asked me to cover her shift. Only this time, I knew the truth. Turns out, she had left her shift for a rendezvous with my husband.

A series of unfortunate events befell Severin Feuillet and led him to a five-year prison sentence, but by the time he was released, he had acquired wisdom from the teachings of a savant. Once Severin stepped back into society, he was prepared to give his all for his fiancee, but she had cheated on him and married an assaulter. Unbeknownst to him, the president of a certain company—a beauty in the finest—had given birth to his adorable baby daughter in secret. She had waited five insufferable years for him, and so thus began Severin's most daunting challenge yet, becoming a father.

From Alpha’s daughter to slave. Even the mighty must fall, but Ivy isn’t the type to cower. No, she is the type you never see coming. With Enzo at her side and her tenacious heart, Ivy is thrust into a world that wasn’t meant for her. Enzo worries it’s all too much for Ivy, but there is a storm brewing in Ivy’s heart. One that is fueled by rage and vengeance as they grow closer to their prey.  Ivy will stop at nothing to finish her mission, including seducing the Alpha of the Silvermoon pack. Much to Enzo’s dismay, Ivy enslaves herself to the pack and catches the attention of the Alpha, but he isn’t what he seems and suddenly Ivy is battling on more than one front. One for her heart and one for her vengeance-seeking soul. But what happens when the lines begin to blur and even Enzo can’t pull her out?

I used to be the most promising composer of my generation. But while I was working on my latest piece, my husband Charles Lambert's childhood friend destroyed everything I had. She slashed my face, stole my compositions, and set fire to my house—leaving me to burn alive alongside the kitten I'd just adopted. Then, as if my death were just a spark for her success, she posted my compositions online, claiming I'd plagiarized her. And people believed her. Everyone did. Strangers on the internet sneered and spat my name, and my own husband, Charles, chose to believe her over me. Even the International Musical Society rescinded my award and handed it to her without a second thought. My students, who once followed me loyally, were now fawning over her. I became the laughingstock of the entire internet—mocked, discredited, erased. It wasn't until a week later, when someone stumbled upon the charred remains of my lakeside studio, that they found what was left of me.

"Speaking, Mr. Thompson. What can I--" "I'm looking for my wife, Mr. Montevista. Is she with you, by any chance?" Hinaing nito sa kabilang linya dahilan para magngitngit nang galit lalo si Deiah sa narinig nitong salitang "wife" Ang lakas nga naman ng loob nitong tawagin siya nitong wife pagkatapos siyang pilitin nitong pirmahan ang papel na iyon. "Excuse me. Mawalang galang pero puwede bang piliin mo ang mga salita mo, Mr. Thompson. Ex-wife mo na ako ngayon. Hindi asawa." May diin sa tono ng pagkakasabi ni Deiah sa salitang "hindi asawa" habang ramdam niya ang pangangatog ng tuhod niya. Mas lumalakas na din ang kabog ng puso niya. "Totoo nga. Magkasama nga talaga kayo." Madiing sagot ni Primo, mahahalata sa boses nitong ang nagngingit nitong tono sa pagbitaw sa bawat salita. "Bakit hindi? Ikaw lang ba ang puwedeng humanap ng makakasama?" "Deiah!" Bulyaw ni Primo na halos hindi mapipinta ang mukha dahil sa madilim nitong awra. "I warn you, don't be hasty. Our divorce isn't finalized, we haven't received the certificate. Legally, you're still my wife. Consider the Thompson family's reputation and your dignity." Dagdag niya pang sabi kay Deiah.