Elvis Mother Death

Six years after donating my heart to my wife, she destroyed the last of my family. Over those six years, she ended my mother’s treatment, letting her die slowly in agony. She deliberately caused a car accident that shattered my father’s spine, forcing him to watch my mother die while trapped in a paralyzed body. Even our daughter was not spared—locked away in a pitch-black basement, she starved to death alone. She did all of this for one reason: to force me—the heartless, faithless man she believed I was—to reveal myself. But during those six years, the love I once had for her turned into boundless hatred. I refused to let my soul dissipate. I stayed—waiting for the day she would learn the truth, and collapse under the weight of her regret.

My family has always considered me a harbinger of misfortune. It's all because I can see a countdown to my relatives' deaths. I tell them when my grandfather, father, and mother will die. It all comes true due to various accidents. My three brothers hate me to the core because they think I cursed my parents and grandfather. My mother actually dies after giving birth to my younger sister, but my brothers dote on her to no end. They say she's their lucky star because everything goes well for the family after she's born. But didn't Mom die while giving birth to her? On my 18th birthday, I see my death countdown when I look at myself in the mirror. I buy an urn I like and prepare a meal. I want to have one last meal with my brothers, but none of them show up even when the timer hits zero…

"Charm, get ready may susundo na dito maya-maya lang.""Get ready your face Kuya. Itatago ko to… hahaha.""Charm?""Huh?""This is serious matter. Ikakasal ka na.""Kuya, may nagsabi na ba sayo na ang pangit mo kapag naka-seryoso mukha mo?""Charm!" hala galit na ang kapatid my labs ko."Ikakasal ka sa kanya. Sa ayaw o gusto mo." Nagseryoso na rin ako. Pero natawa."Is this a game Kuya?"

What if one typical day you wake up, addressing you'll be a bride within five hours? Knowing you don't have a boyfriend and engage to anyone. Then within in five hours, you become the wife of the famous Multi-billionaire businessman, handsome, but the most arrogant in this world. Will you say I do or I don't?

Si Elvis Ciena Costello, 25 taong gulang, ay isang mabait, matulungin, at masayahing tao. Palakaibigan siya at itinuturing na pamilya ang mga tao sa paligid niya, ngunit hindi niya inaasahan na pagtataksilan siya ng mga ito. Mayroon siyang kasintahan at limang taon na silang magkasama. Subalit, nang malaman niyang niloloko siya ng kasintahan niya, tuluyan niya itong iniwan at hindi na muling binalikan. Dahil sa sakit na naramdaman, nagpakalasing siya isang gabi at natulog sa piling ng isang lalaking hindi niya kilala. Maya-maya, nalaman niyang ang lalaking iyon ay isang lider ng mafia. Ano kaya ang susunod na mangyayari? Pananagutan kaya siya ng lalaki, o basta na lang siya pakakawalan?

"Aku sudah lelah berpura-pura mencintai Hanum, Ma. Aku benar-benar lelah, aku juga ingin bahagia." Niat hati ingin memberi kejutan kepada sang suami dengan kabar dirinya yang tengah mengandung buah cinta mereka setelah tiga tahun penantian, nyatanya malah Hanum sendiri yang mendapat kejutan dengan fakta bahwa sang suami, Arash. Tidak pernah mencintai dirinya, sang suami sama sekali tidak bahagia mengarungi rumahtangga bersamanya. Ternyata kehangatan yang ia dapatkan dari sang suami selama ini hanyalah tipu muslihat belaka. Bodohnya Hanum tidak menyadari itu semua. Bagaimana Hanum menjalani rumahtangganya setelah mendapati sang suami tidak mencintai dirinya? Apakah Hanum akan memberitahu perihal kehamilannya, atau malah sebaiknya? Akankah cincin yang Arash sematkan di jari manis Hanum, akan ia sematkan pula pada jari manis wanita lain? Simak kelanjutannya dalam novel yang berjudul 'Hati Suamiku Milik Wanita Lain

A loveless arranged marriage brought Tessa and Elvis together. After two years, Elvis divorces Tessa, revealing his undying love for his childhood sweetheart, Harriet. Tessa discovers she's pregnant, two days after the divorce. Seven years later, a shocking truth is revealed. Is the child Tessa came back with, his? Has she moved on? What happens as Elvis tries to win Tessa back? Will Harriet sit and watch?

In the fifth year after my death, my mate, Kade Irvin, comes to the shack that I used to live in once again. He's not here to visit me. The truth is, his new lover, Tiffany Hart's blood cancer has relapsed once again, so he desperately needs my bone marrow in order to extend her life. When he steps into the old and ruined room, he realizes that it's empty. "Nala, get out right now! My patience is limited, you know!" Upon hearing his bellows, the old she-wolf who lives next door, Patricia Howl, rushes over to him. "Are you looking for Nala? She died a long time ago." Kade has already blocked our mind-link. Of course, he's oblivious about how much pain and suffering I had to go through before my death. He just chuckles coldly in return. "Her bastard pup is still in my hands. As if she has the guts to die! Tell her that she'd better come to me before tomorrow if she still wants to see that bastard spawn of hers!" But Patricia sighs and shakes her head. "If you're talking about Nala's pup, that poor thing died a long time ago protecting his mother…"

Three years after my death, my wife’s first love was hanging onto life by a thread, and only my system could save him. To force me to show up, she cut off my father’s medical payments. My sick mother was forced to beg her out in the summer heat until she collapsed. She even threw my beloved little sister into a bonfire to be eaten up by the flames. As she waited for me to show up, apologize to her, and use the system to save her first love, my sister finally stopped hiding the truth. “He died three years ago! Three years ago, he traded his life so you would survive that car crash!”

My wife, Wendy, faked her death and took her younger sister’s identity, and I pretended not to know. I removed her from the position of general manager at the company and went to the police station to cancel her identity registration. In my past life, Wendy’s younger sister, Stacy, died in a car accident. Wendy chose to live as her, only because she could not bear to let Eric, her sister’s husband, become a widower. I confronted Wendy and demanded to know why she was impersonating her sister, but she refused to admit anything. “I understand that losing Wendy hurts, but you cannot treat me as if I’m her just because she is gone.” After that, Wendy spread rumors everywhere, saying I had lost my mind. She claimed that my wife had just died and I was already harboring improper thoughts toward her younger sister. In a short time, I suffered an unprecedented wave of online harassment. In the end, an overzealous netizen stabbed me to death in an alley. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Wendy was preparing to take her sister’s identity.