Boyfriend To Death

BOOK #2 :OLIVIA and TRISTAN STORY Akala ni Olivia ay perpekto ang relasyon nila ni Tristan, pero akala lang pala niya. Sa gitna ng kanyang kasikatan, bigla itong nagpakalat ng malaswa niyang larawan sa internet na naging dahilan ng pagbagsak ng kanyang karera sa ngalan ng pagsunod nito sa ina nito upang magpakasal sa iba. Nagpakalayo-layo siya, ngunit hinanap siya ni Tristan hanggang sa matagpuan siya nito ilang taon pagkatapos niyang mawala. --- "Olivia, pwede bang kalimutan na natin ang nangyari? Ilang taon na ang nakalipas." Tumaas ang sulok ng kaniyang labinat ngumiti. "Kalimutan? Kahit na mamatay ako, hinding-hindi kita patatawarin tandaan mo yan." Magagawa kayang palambutin muli ni Tristan ang naging batong puso ni Olivia?

Love wasn't what brought us together, but making this marriage work was what I've held on tightly to for five years. Enduring every pain he caused me, and when I lost our baby, he didn't care. And after five years of torture... when I had nothing to offer him now, he threw a divorce paper in my face and said icily. "Sign the paper, Eloise. Rose is pregnant with my child, and I don't want her to feel uncomfortable with you around here." "You can't do this to me, Lucas. I'm pregnant with your child." I tried to save our marriage... I still held on until the end, but as I drowned in fire and called him to save me, he went for his mistress instead, and left me to die. And as I breathed my last, I only had one wish... To be reborn. So I could make them pay for everything. And just when I thought it was all over, I woke up... This time, I was reunited with the important person that I once lost... My ex-boyfriend. This time, they will regret everything...

"What kind of business partners would eat each other's lips hungrily?" --- Jessica thought her life was perfect. She thought she had a perfect husband. Good looking, good career, and good in bed, too. Until one day, her perception changed completely when she saw her husband kissing someone else. As if that wasn't bad enough, the person her husband was kissing was a man. She was hurt and disappointed, and she wanted to end things with her husband. Unfortunately, her husband was not only a philanderer but also a master blackmailer. No one knew what sins she committed in the past, but how she was forced to stay with her husband after everything that happened was like a punishment. Her life seemed to be in the grip of her husband, but who would have thought that she was slowly being strangled by a thread with one end held by her husband and the other end held by her husband's boyfriend? One slowly pulled the thread, and the other was reluctant to let go. Jessica was trapped by a thread that, slowly but surely, turned tangled. Unexpected pregnancy, unexpected deceptions, and no one would be able to guess the ending of this story. Would she be able to escape from the entanglement of the thread? Or maybe she would be trapped forever?

The boy, George Larson, whom I once saved as a child, when he was struggling with asthma, repaid my kindness by imprisoning me for seven long years. "Luna, you're my everything. I won’t let you out of my sight," he said, his voice filled with obsession. He tied my hands and feet, keeping me bound to the bed like a helpless doll, but I did not love him; I wanted to escape. In his madness, he set fire to my family’s ancestral home. The last traces of the Sachs burned to ashes, disappearing into the wind. He said that since my home was gone, I could just live with him and that it would be my new home. However, because I refused to let him touch me, he found someone else—a girl with a beauty mark under her eye, just like mine. The girl, drunk on his affection, thought I was trying to imitate her by faking the same tear-shaped mark. In a fit of jealousy, she gouged out my eyes. My face was covered with tiny, bleeding holes, blood streaming down my body. When George came home, the girl gleefully stuffed me into a trash bag, proud of her handiwork. “George, look! I caught some trash that broke into the house!” George did not even glance at me. He just loosened his tie, his voice calm and detached. “Just toss it where trash belongs.”

Before my wedding, my future sister-in-law diagnoses me with cervical erosion. She insists it's because of my promiscuity. My boyfriend arranges for my sister-in-law to operate on me without my permission. After the surgery, I find that my womb is missing. I'm furious, and I want to know what's happened. However, my boyfriend berates me. "It's perfectly normal for Kate to make a mistake since it was her first surgery. You're her sister-in-law—stop making a big deal out of a small thing!" I refuse to settle the matter privately and call the cops. That's when my boyfriend secretly murders me via poisoning for the sake of his sister's future. When I open my eyes again, I find that I've been taken back to before the surgery.

Harper loves Alex, and vice versa. Their relationship had collapsed three years ago due to Alex's dishonesty towards Harper. When Harper gives her whole heart to Alex, she gets another painful fact that Alex already has a wife and a very beautiful daughter. Three years later Alex asks Harper to help his daughter who suffers from PTSD due to witnessing her mother's murder. Alex uses the encounter to win over Harper. Deep down he still loves Harper. Harper is tempted to get back together with Alex. His charm was too hard to resist, and she still had feelings for him. But when she begins to believe in loving Alex again, she gets another— even worse surprise, Alex's ex-wife is found murdered. And Alex is suspected of being involved in the murder of his ex-wife. Will Harper continue to love Alex or will she give up on her love for Alex?

The day before Chris Carter and I were supposed to get engaged, my parents sent me to prison. Three years later, when I was finally released, Chris was the only one who came to pick me up. I knew he despised me. I trembled, keeping my head down, hoping to slip away unnoticed. But he blocked my path, frowning. “Emily York? You stink.” He pinched his nose and told me to get in the car. I fell to my knees, desperately begging him not to take me home. If he did, I would die. He looked at me with chilling indifference and said, “Then go ahead and die.” I agreed. But later, he cried and begged me to stay alive.

Three years ago, I was the most promising member of the Scientific Expedition Team. After entering Salakole, I was killed by my fiancé's true love, Vivian Fowler. She stole my supplies, scratched my face, and pushed me off the ship. I died with my second child in my belly. But when the rescue team came, Vivian said I had stolen her supplies and was going to flee. My fiancé, Winston Patton, wrote a report and erased me from the expedition team. From then on, I became a joke. All the people on the team looked down on me. Until three years later, someone discovered my long-frozen body.

My mate Jackson died saving me in the great fire. I couldn't accept the truth that he was gone, so I decided to end my life by jumping into the silver pit. But the Alpha David saved me—twice—while making his rounds among the soldiers. He stayed by my side, comforting me, afraid I might try to take my life again. Slowly, I began to accept the idea of being claimed by him. But then, at his birthday party, I overheard something that shattered me. "I want to claim her as my Luna," he said, "but I still can't compete with her deceased mate, even after being with her for three years. She always pulls away when I get close, and I give up each time because I don't want to force her. But if she were to die for me... my wolf would be overjoyed—he would finally have found his fated mate, someone willing to die for him." I was stunned—especially by the plan he revealed next. So, before he could put it into action, I decided to fake my own death. That day, dressed in a wedding gown, I walked into the sea right in front of him. Later, I heard he went mad, deploying every soldier he could to search for me. But when all efforts failed, he was left alone, kneeling by the shore, sobbing like a broken mate— the sea answering him with only silence.

In the third year after my death, the one who remained faithfully by my wife's side was still the bionic robot I had painstakingly designed. It looked exactly like me and carried within it every detail of my mannerisms, speech, and habits. The only difference was that it never lost its temper with her. Because of that, my wife never sensed anything amiss. Yet each night, she brought home a different man, deliberately testing "me," desperate to see the wild jealousy and rage I once wore so vividly. Then, one day, her childhood sweetheart and first love, shoved "me" off the balcony. It was only then, in her horror, that my wife realized… "I" didn't bleed.