Im Not The Final Boss Lover

Imbitado si Vida sa engagement party ng kanyang bestfriend. Ang pinakasamayang araw ng kaibigan niya ay siyang pinakasakit sa kaniya dahil hindi niya aakalain na ang magiging fiancé pala nito ay si Marky na boyfriend niya. Labis siyang nasaktan at dahil doon, nakipagsundo siya ng kasal sa arroganteng boss niya na dati na niyang nakaone-night stand noon. “Can’t handle my demands? Then be my wife!”

The day my girlfriend got back together with her first love, I boarded a plane bound for Brindlewood. She told her first love, "Craig was just a fling. I won't have anything to do with him anymore. From now on, I'll only be by your side." Her friends all worried I might cause a scene. But they didn't know—this time, I wasn't going to make a fuss. Before leaving for Brindlewood, I had promised my mentor I'd join his medical research program. In just two weeks, I'd lose all contact with the outside world and dive into a secret project for the next ten years. From that moment on, there would be no ties between me and her anymore.

On the day I was diagnosed with uremia, my husband asked me to donate a kidney to his one true love. I turned him down, claiming I wasn’t feeling well. I didn’t expect him, my own husband, who was a doctor, to drag me to trial. The charge? Ingratitude. If found guilty, I would be executed on the spot, my kidney forcibly harvested, my soul condemned for eternity. But if the charges were dismissed, my husband would face immediate execution. His love would fall into ruin, plagued by illness and poverty. Everyone pressured me to confess. After all, when I nearly died in a car crash years ago, it was her blood transfusion that had pulled me back from the brink of death. But what they didn’t know was… I had been reborn. In my past life, I died never knowing my husband and his lover had orchestrated the car crash that nearly killed me. Now that I had returned, I would tear off their masks and expose their malice for all to see.

My wife made me get a vasectomy. Not once, but ninety-nine times. Right before the hundredth operation, the doctor looked at me with pity in his eyes as the anesthesia failed to fully kick in. "Ms. Gibson really knows how to destroy a man," he murmured. "She's put him through ninety-nine vasectomies, then had them reversed—again and again. However, his body's long since broken. There's no chance of children now." "It's probably for her ex. Word is, it's his own brother. The scandals in these wealthy families—unbelievable." Because of a hospital mix-up at birth, my and Jeff Cunningham's fates were exchanged. He grew up with the Cunningham family, while I lived a poor life. Years later, my parents found the truth, taking me in and sending Jeff away. To make things worse, I became Wynnie Gibson's new fiancé. I once asked her, barely able to speak through the pain, why she would marry someone she did not love. She looked at me calmly. "To get revenge," she said. "You came home and stole Jeff's place. He was the one I love. He drank himself to death after you returned." Even my biological parents knew she was poisoning me. However, they turned a blind eye. They did nothing to stop her. They knew Wynnie had got pregnant with Jeff's child through IVF—planning to raise the child and let him inherit the family fortune. I coughed up blood and threw myself into the sea. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was first reunited with them. This time, when I saw the sorrow in their eyes—sorrow not for me, but for the son they lost— I chose to let them go.

“Alex… I’m dying.” Amara’s trembling voice over the phone should have shaken her husband, but the renowned Dr. Alex Spencer simply replied, “Buy medicine and let me work.” The world envied their marriage to the perfect doctor, but behind closed doors, Amara carried every pain alone. Until the day she received two verdicts: brain cancer… and a divorce she signed with her own hands. She walked away, whispering, “This is the last meal I’ll ever cook for you,” leaving Alex furious and unable to accept the truth. And when he rushed into a house decorated with flowers and candles, her smiling picture greeted him instead. She was gone. He fell down, weeping like a child. But something still told him, this was all a setup. That Amara was still alive and he won’t rest until he finds her. Is Amara truly still alive? Read to find out!

"I'm glad you're not my past, but I want you to be my present. And only you in the future until it last Zafy." Zafira Mejia is a run away seniorita of Rancho Mejia at ang nag-iisang anak nina Don at Donya Mejia. She was born with a golden spoon, at ultimo pagsalin ng tubig ay may gumagawa para sa kaniya. Nagbago ang lahat ng lumayas siya upang takasan ang sinasabi niyang "matandang hukluban na amoy lupa." Na dapat sana'y ipakakasal sa kaniya, na kahit sa panaginip ay hindi niya man lang kayang ilarawan ang mukha. Hanggang sa natagpuan niya na lang ang siriling nag aapply bilang isang kasambahay sa mansion ng napakagwapo ngunit ubod ng sungit na si Justine Cortes. Ang lalaking ni pagngiti ay hindi magawa. At halos isumpa ang lahat ng kaniyang ginagawa. Kaya kayang tumagal ng isang hacienderang seniorita ang maging yaya ng amoy baby at gwapo pero nuknukan ng sungit niyang alaga?

Aljin Dion Savadra is no ordinary substitute teacher at Saint Louis Academy. Behind his striking looks and magnetic charm, he hides a powerful secret—he’s the owner of a global corporation. Desired by many but untouchable to all, no woman has ever managed to capture his heart. Miara Christ Quito, the academy’s Student Council President, lives a double life. Brilliant, respected, and admired for her beauty, she seems to have it all. But when the school day ends, she trades her uniform for a janitor’s uniform, working in secret to support her struggling family. At twenty-one, she has never been in love, never been kissed, and never let anyone close—until her new professor steps into her life. When Miara discovers that her substitute teacher is also her boss, her world turns upside down. And worse, Aljin corners her with an ultimatum: "You need money, and I need a wife. Why don’t we help each other? Marry me, and I’ll give you everything you need. Your secret stays safe, baby." Caught between desperation and pride, Miara must decide—should she resist a man determined to have her or risk everything by accepting his dangerous offer? Could her ruthless boss and professor become something more… or will he break her heart beyond repair?

I was three months pregnant when my fiancé left me to marry his first love, Isabella Thompson. Soon after, I was in a car accident. I survived, but our baby didn't. My childhood friend, Daniel Smith, found out and insisted on marrying me despite his family's objections. He spent a fortune on the best doctors to ensure I recovered fully. Later, he arranged a grand proposal, confessing he had loved me for years. I was touched and agreed to marry him. But three years later, I overheard his conversation with his friend, Mike Perez. "Remember years ago when Isabella stole Jessica's fiancé? To avoid any future trouble for Isabella, you married Jessica and even caused that car accident, which killed the baby she was carrying. Now, can she even get pregnant anymore?" Mike asked. "No, I love Isabella," Daniel replied. "I just didn't want to have any babies with Jessica, so I put birth control in her water." I trembled, unable to believe what I had heard. It turned out Isabella was also Daniel's first love. I figured it was time for me to leave.

On their third anniversary, Finley had all their friends over to celebrate. Claire walked in to find him on one knee, proposing to his childhood friend, Renee. "What is going on?" she asked. He shrugged like it was nothing. "It's just a game of truth or dare." But it wasn't until he shoved her down the stairs, causing her to miscarry, that she finally woke up. She'd given him five chances. Now? She was done. "Finley, it's over. Let's get divorced."

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.