Death Lover

Naglasing si Summer sa night club para makalimutan niya lahat ng sakit at hinanakit. Uminom siya nang uminom at sumayaw siya sa dance floor, habang sumasayaw siya may nabangga siyang lalaki. Nilagay niya ang dalawang kamay sa balikat nito. "Darling, wala kabang kasama ngayong gabi? Sasama ako sa iyo kahit saan. Gawin mo lahat ng gusto mong gawin sa akin." "Are you sure?" tanong ng lalaki. "Yes, Mr. Handsome," malandi niyang sagot. Hindi niya pinagsisihan na pinagkaloob niya ang sarili sa lalaki. Mananatiling lihim ang nangyari sa kanila at una't huli na rin ang pagkikita nilang dalawa. Nagpacheck up si Summer dahil nasusuka at nahihilo siya. "Congrats, Summer Suarez isang buwan kanang buntis. Ang pinaka good news kambal ang dinadala mo." Isang umaga hindi niya inaasahan na makikita niya sa entrance ng kompanya na pinapasukan niya ang tiyuhin. Tatakbo sana siya subalit hinaklit nito ang braso niya. Pilit siya nitong pinapauwi dahil ikakasal siya sa matandang lalaki. "Bitawan mo ang ina ng kambal ko! Huwag mo siyang hawakan." Pamilyar ang boses sa kanya, kaboses ng lalaking nasa night club kumabog ng mabilis ang puso niya. Nagoffer ng kasal kay Summer si Spade para may makilalang ama ang dinadala niya ngunit tumanggi siya dahil hindi pa siya sigurado kung si Spade ba talaga ang lalaking nakabuntis sa kanya. Dumating ang araw na handa niya ng sagutin si Spade subalit nalaman niyang planado lahat ni Spade na paibigin siya. Nakapagdesisyon si Summer na lumayo ulit dahil labis siyang nasaktan. Buong akala niya mahal siya ni Spade. Sinundan siya ni Spade, sinuyo siya nito at nagpapaliwang ito sa kanya subalit hindi niya pinapakinggan. Tama na ang minsan na nagtiwala siya sa maling tao. Bibigyan pa kaya ni Summer ng pangalawang pagkakataon si Spade? Susundin kaya ni Summer ang sinisigaw ng puso niya?

In my previous life, my husband suffered a sudden brain hemorrhage and died instantly in his office. When I arrived at the hospital, all that awaited me was his lifeless body. Overwhelmed with grief, I coughed up blood and was bedridden ever since. On my deathbed, I happened to see a news report—my husband had won a $15 million lottery. Standing beside him at the prize ceremony was none other than my best friend. The shock killed me on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband had just died.

"pwede ba kuya! hindi naman namin pinapalayas yang asawa mong magaling. Kusa siyang umalis dito sa bahay, sinampal niya pa si Celestine, isa pa nabalitaan ko sa mga friends ko na yung haliparot na yun ee dun na nakatira sa condo ni Oliver" sagot pa nito sakin habang si Celestine ay tahimik lang na nakatayo sa likod ni Cecille. "CECILLE! tigilan niyo na kakagawa ng kwento tungkol kay Natalie." napatiim bagang kong sagot dito "sige tawagan mo Sebastian ng magkaalaman kung sino nagsasabi ng totoo dito. i-loud speaker mo para marinig ng lahat ang katotohanan." sabi pa ni mommy sakin. "Hello Sebastian napatawag ka?" tanong nito sakin "Oliver may gusto akong malaman at gusto ko sabihin mo sakin ang katotohanan, lalaki sa lalaki sabihin mo sakin sayo na ba nakatira ang asawa ko?!" tanong ko dito "Sebastian, oo totoong sa condo ko nakatira si Natalie, pero hindi ganun ang ibig sabihin nun. Tinulungan ko lang siya ng minsan ay madisgrasya ang sasakyan na sinasakyan niya, nabangga ang kotse niya sa poste nung oras na umalis siya sa mansion niyo, nakiusap siya sakin na wala na sanang ibang makakaalam ng nangyari kaya pina block namin sa news ang nangyaring aksidenteng ! Kilala mo ako Sebastian, oo tarantado ako at mahilig sa babae, pero hindi ang klase ni Natalie ang babaeng papatol na lang sa ibang lalaki kung wala ang asawa niya. Sya ang klase ng babaeng irerespeto. Siguro kung wala ka sa buhay niya hindi ko palalampasin ang pagkakataon na ligawan ko siya. Kaya ingatan mo ang asawa mo Sebastian, one in a million lang ang ganyang babae, kasi kung aayaw na talaga siya sayo. Hinding hindi ko siya pakakawalan."sagot nito sakin

ADRIAN'S POV My head was pounding, a dull throb that echoed the frantic beat of my heart. I was hot, too hot, my skin slick with an unfamiliar sweat. I knew it instantly: drugged. One moment I was escorting Aria, basking in the glittering lights and dancing with her in the ballroom at her birthday party. Next, a wine from a waiter, a trip to the bathroom, and then… darkness. I blinked, trying to focus on the blur above me. Damien. My stalker. The man who’d been haunting the edges of my life for weeks, whispering cryptic claims of a shared past I couldn’t recall. He was on top of me, pinning me to the plush velvet of some unfamiliar bed. His eyes, usually so intense and unsettling, were filled with a disturbing mix of guilt and desperation. "I’m sorry, Adrian, I'm so sorry I had to do this, but I can't stand seeing you with her. Watching you rewrite our history... please, remember me. Remember us." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I promise, I'll cherish you this time." Then, his lips crashed onto mine, a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath away. His hands moved over me, desperate and knowing, igniting a fire that both terrified and strangely thrilled me. Maybe it was the drug blurring the lines of reason. Or maybe… just maybe, deep down, my body recognized something my mind couldn’t. It responded to his touch with a shameful eagerness, a desperate need that mirrored his own. All I could do was surrender to the moment, to the heat, to the undeniable connection I felt with this man, Damien, as I returned his kiss with a fervor that shocked us both.

The fake daughter married my boyfriend. My mouth was taped and I was being chopped into pieces by her admirer. The entire family took turns to call me. My mother said, "How ungrateful you are. I should not have brought you home back then." Father added, "Don't bother coming back if you do not attend Samantha's wedding." Brother said, "Let me tell you, you shall root in hell if you choose not to attend the wedding." At that moment, I didn't even have the energy to shout for help due to excessive blood loss. Everyone lost their patience, "Speak up! Are you dead or what?" I could only see the calls being disconnected. One thing they did not know, I was really dead.

Love is hard. It's even harder when you're a plus size girl. It's even harder still when the only person you've ever truly loved just uses you. Being loved when it's convenient destroys you. What makes it the hardest though is when your soul mate is a harbinger of death. Letitia didn't have the most supportive mother growing up and her ex fiance Mark had no problem hurting her left and right. But when Letitia falls for Aiden things get complicated. She's forced to chose between his world and hers.

In the depths of her heart, he had always been the love of her life. Arabella's dreams were filled with visions of standing by his side, and her prayers to the moon goddess were fervent, hoping to be chosen as his mate. Upon his request for her to become his Luna, Arabella's joy knew no bounds. Yet, her world crumbled when he unexpectedly selected her foster sister as Luna instead, proposing that Arabella should become his mistress. It left her heart shattered into pieces. Willing to endure anything to stay close to the man she loved, Arabella faced a devastating twist when he unjustly accused her of his father's murder, leading to her imprisonment and a death sentence. Years later, after her rescue, a successful doctor, Arabella returned to the pack. Her mission: to heal one of the ailing triplets she had with the man who once condemned her to death. With a new identity and an unfamiliar face, she embarked on her journey. However, upon her arrival, a shocking revelation left her dumbfounded. Drawing nearer to her foster sister and Rhys, the man who had caused her heartache, an opportunity for revenge emerged. The question now was whether Arabella would act on her desire for revenge, despite her lingering feelings for him, or if she could maintain her hidden identity until her daughter recovered.

I died on my birthday, but neither my parents nor my husband noticed. They were too busy pouring all their attention into planning my twin sister, Esme Shaw's, birthday party. While she was surrounded by people helping her pick out a gown, I was tied up and thrown into the basement. With what little strength I had left, I forced my broken fingers to press in the code—9395. It was a signal my husband, Edwin Grant, and I had once agreed on. It was a straightforward way to call for help in the event of danger. I never thought I would actually need it one day. But when I sent it, he didn't believe me. His reply was cold, "Claudia, just because I didn't take you shopping for a new dress, you've decided to put on a show? "You can still wear last year's gown. Stop making trouble. I'll see you at the party later." What he didn't know was that Esme had already shredded that gown into pieces. And what he couldn't imagine was that the moment after he hung up, I was already gone. So, when the celebration began, I never appeared. But when everyone saw the birthday gift I had prepared for Esme ahead of time, the entire room lost its mind.

My fiancé suddenly announces he's marrying my sister instead. And just as my world collapses, the cold, noble Twinkle Oriven kneels before me with a diamond ring in hand. He confesses he's loved me for years. We get married. For three years, he's gentle, considerate, and flawless in every way. Then, one day, I accidentally overhear a conversation between him and a friend. "Twinkle, Amelie has everything she has ever wanted. Isn't it time to end this fake marriage?" "Since I can't marry Amelie, it doesn't matter who I marry. All that matters is that it keeps her life undisturbed." In the chapel where he prays every day, the wallpaper is covered with one name—Amelie Ashcombe. I hear him pray to the heavens. "May all the good in the world belong to Amelie. I'd trade my own happiness for her peace and joy. I don't ask to have her in the next life… I just want her to remember me." So this is the truth behind three years of a seemingly perfect marriage. I erase my identity and stage a fake death. From now on, Twinkle and I are nothing.

After getting fired from my company, I returned to the countryside, spending my days playing rummy with my grandmother, but my entire family went insane, searching for me everywhere. It was because my younger sister, the family's prodigy jewelry designer, couldn't come up with a single design after I left. In my previous life, at the National Jewelry Design Competition, she managed to produce designs identical to mine before I even finished mine. Everyone assumed I had copied her work. Even my own family testified in her favor. The company accused me of misconduct and plagiarism, claiming my actions had tarnished their reputation. I was fired on the spot and ordered to pay a huge fine. My family, seeing me as nothing but a burden, threw me out of the house. Crushed by the weight of family betrayal and public judgment, I fell into depression, only to be killed on the street by one of my sister's obsessive fans. As my consciousness faded, I couldn't understand why my sister managed to create the exact same design before I did. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I just signed up for the National Jewelry Design Competition.