I Was The Final Boss

Thor and I grew up together—we were the definition of childhood sweethearts. We'd promised to attend the same university, graduate, and marry right after senior year. Everyone envied us. They said we were a perfect match, destined for a lifetime together. And I believed that too. I truly thought I'd spend the rest of my life with him. Until the final semester of our senior year in high school, when a new transfer student named Lina joined our class. At first, the two barely spoke. But as they grew familiar, their bond deepened in ways I could no longer ignore. He started staying after school to tutor her, bringing her breakfast every morning. When she was upset, he'd take her for a drive along the coast. If she craved Italian steak, he'd have fresh cuts flown in. Even during her period, he'd quietly prepare everything she needed. I was furious. I confronted him, argued with him, and even threatened to break up. The first time I said it, he thought I was joking and coaxed me out of my anger. The second time, he dismissed it as another tantrum and tried different ways to please me. The third time, he broke down—standing outside my house in the pouring rain all night, half kneeling before me, begging for forgiveness. Again and again, I tried to leave, and every time, he refused to let me go. Yet with each reconciliation, something in him shifted. He started taking me for granted, assuming I would always come back. His patience wore thin. His apologies turned perfunctory. Even when he came to make peace, there was no sincerity left in his voice. So I said it for the hundredth time, and that was the last. That was the moment I finally gave up on him.

—Señora Flores, por la revisión específica, su certificado de matrimonio contiene información falsa; el sello y la firma son falsos. Las palabras del agente, de manera ligera, dejaron a Alba Flores aturdida mientras venía a solicitar una reposición de su certificado de matrimonio. —Imposible… Mi esposo, Carlos Sainz, y yo nos casamos legalmente hace cinco años. Por favor, ¿podría verificarlo de nuevo? El agente volvió a ingresar los números de identificación de ambos para realizar la búsqueda y confirmó: —El sistema muestra que Carlos Sainz sí que está casado, pero usted está soltera. La voz de Alba temblaba al preguntar: —¿Y quién es la esposa legal de Carlos Sainz? —Laura Escanes. Alba se agarró con fuerza al respaldo de la silla, intentando mantener la compostura. Le entregaron los documentos de vuelta y las palabras “Certificado de Matrimonio” del encima brillaban, provocándole un dolor en los ojos. Al principio, Alba había pensado que podría ser un error del sistema, pero al escuchar el nombre de “Laura Escanes”, todos sus sueños se vinieron abajo de inmediato. La boda grandiosa de hace cinco años, el matrimonio ejemplar que parecía inseparable durante estos cinco años, todo aquello de lo que se sentía orgullosa, resultó falso. Alba sostenía aquel certificado falso sin ningún valor legal, regresó a casa desanimada. Justo cuando iba a abrir la puerta, escuchó voces en el interior. Era el abogado de la familia Sainz: —Señor Sainz, ya han pasado cinco años. ¿No considera otorgarle a su esposa un reconocimiento legal de su posición? Alba se detuvo y contuvo la respiración. Después de un largo silencio, la profunda voz de Carlos Sainz resonó: —Esperemos un poco más. Laura aún está trabajando en el extranjero. ¿Cómo podría mantenerse en ese mercado lleno de empresarios sin el título de la señora Sainz? El abogado familiar lo advirtió: —Su matrimonio con la señora, sólo tiene nombre, pero sin sustancia. Si ella decidiera, podría irse en cualquier momento.

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.

I have tried to persuade my wife, Sandra Kimmel, to go to AnthoNIX's music concert with me 99 times now. On the 100th attempt, Sandra finally agrees to go with me. She then buys us two front row tickets. But during the concert, I am stopped outside the venue by the guards because I didn't have my ticket on me. I am then left standing there all alone, immaculately dressed as I am. None of my calls manage to go through to Sandra, not even when the concert comes to an end. News of Sandra and her sidepiece attending the concert and asking AnthoNIX to perform his hit song 'Night Blossom' then starts trending online. My heart shatters into a million pieces. I begin mourning the loss of my marriage.

‘ใบไม้’...ผู้ชายชื่อ ‘ไคล์’ เขาเกิดมาเพื่อเป็นของฉัน! ฉะนั้นไม่ว่าใครหน้าไหนก็ไม่มีวันได้เขาไปเด็ดขาด! ‘เจแปน’...ความฝันสูงสุดคือการได้เป็นแอร์ชั้นเฟิร์สคลาส แต่ได้รูทบินต่างประเทศไม่ทันไร ก็ตกกระไดพลอยโจนใช้รหัสลับรหัสสวาทกับ ‘กัปตันต้นไม้’ เข้า และเขาก็ใช้รหัสนี้เพื่อขู่ให้เธอเป็นของเขา! _________________________ มือเล็กปัดป่ายตามผนังห้องน้ำพัลวัน เพราะกระโปรงทรงเอตัวสั้นกำลังถูกเขาถกขึ้นเหนือบั้นท้าย ยิ่งไปกว่านั้น..แอร์สาวเธอกำลังเจอกับแรงสั่นสะเทือนหลายริกเตอร์เกินจะต้านไหว เธอเกือบหลุดส่งเสียงออกไปอยู่หลายครั้ง "อย่าเสียงดัง!" ริมฝีปากบางปิดสนิททันทีเมื่อถูกสั่ง เธอได้แต่ส่ายหน้าไปมาอย่างทรมาน จนผมเผ้าที่ถูกรวบตึงเป็นทางการนั้นเริ่มยุ่งเหยิง แรงดันอากาศที่ว่าน้อย กับเสียงเครื่องที่ดัง ไม่เท่ากับเสียงกระเส่าจากริมฝีปากบางๆของเธอ ไม่น่าหลุดพูดรหัสลับออกไปเลย ไม่น่าเลยจริงๆ!

The moment Ava saw the word "DIVORCE" printed in bold letters, her stomach twisted into a painful knot. For a second, her brain refused to process it. "You... you're joking," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper, her throat dry like sandpaper. "I'm not."

Desidido si Faye Angeles na makahanap ng trabaho para maipagamot ang ina na may leukemia. Pero sa hindi niya inaasahang pagkakataon, sa kumpanya pala ng dati niyang asawa na si Tristan Alfred na hire siya. Malaki ang alok nitong sahod—sapat para hindi niya ito tanggapin. Pero kapalit nito, araw-araw niyang makikita ang lalaking minsan niyang minahal… at iniwan. Ex-husband na, boss pa. Paano kung sa pagitan ng mga meeting, overtime, at lihim na sulyap, unti-unting bumalik ang damdaming matagal na niyang nilibing?

I sold out a mafia boss. A girl in debt, a mafia boss and a golden cop. Please this story starts off at a fast pace, but then it slows down to capture every scene I feel needed to be captured. But after that, it goes really fast I promise you. Lana Denver is a secret undercover girl for an FBI agent Charles Gregory. She owes him her life so in return, she decides to be his secret undercover girl, receiving crucial and vital information from criminals through her body, betraying them and even selling them out. She’s been doing this for years, making Charles the golden Cop, everyone thinks he’s such a genius, for always solving cases and gaining outrageous leads. Lana has been under the protection of Charles until he gives her another job, that is to get information from a deadly man known as Ricardo Borrelli. Lana never knew Ricardo is a ruthless mafia boss. With her wonderful body, she gets information out of Ricardo and when she does, after a night well spent, she slips out the next day and sells him out to Charles. In seconds, Charles had police swarm in, warranting an arrest for him and his gang. Ricardo knows the snitch couldn’t be none other than Lana and he swears to track her down and make her pay. But Charles protection over Lana is so strong or so she thought…

On the day I was supposed to try on wedding dresses with Charles Jaspier, the mafia leader I had loved for seven years, I walked into the boutique carrying a pregnancy test report—my heart full of hope. Instead, I overheard a conversation that shattered everything. "Registering the marriage with Ellis Olsen was a temporary measure," he said calmly to his closest confidant. "My brother died in a shootout. She's carrying the Jaspier family's only heir. Without a legal status, neither she nor the child would survive in this family." "Everyone would bully them." A cigar rested between his fingers. His voice was cold, edged with resignation. "Zoey Qandor can't have a title—but I can give her everything else. My love. My money. This must never reach her ears." I clenched the pregnancy report, my heart turning to ash. With my best friend's help, I created a new identity—one that ensured Charles would never find me again—and disappeared from his world. If he could not give me and my child a complete family, then this love—built on responsibility and lies—was better cut cleanly, once and for all.

I'd been "married" to Zachary for two years—until I tried applying for a loan and the bank's system flagged someone else as his legal wife. Our wedding? Just a private show. The real marriage license had his name next to hers. So yeah. I wasn't the wife. I was the other woman. Crushed, I went home—only to hear Zachary talking to his friend, Ethan, by the door. "Man, watching you stress is exhausting," Ethan said. "You clearly love Sierra. So why marry Cathryn?" Zachary looked torn. "At first, she was just a stand-in. But when she left, I couldn't stop thinking about her. So I brought her back—as my assistant." He paused, then muttered, "I can't live without Sierra. But I can't let go of Cathryn either. So I gave Sierra my love in public and kept Cathryn hidden with the title. That's fair, right?" I stood frozen, heart splitting open. He loved us both. Me—his childhood sweetheart. Her—the hidden wife. I thought I was the one. Turns out, I was just the game. He didn't break my heart. He shattered my whole world. But I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I walked away. And started planning two things.