My Dead Boyfriend

I married Rafe Maretti—the man who owned the Maretti Casino empire. Sophisticated, ruthless, but sinfully charming. By year three of our marriage, I introduced my little sister to his nephew, Adam Moretti—twenty-five, all sharp smiles and sharper ambition. He ran the dirtier side of the family’s business—arms, drugs, the kind of trade that dripped blood and money in equal parts. I married the powerful, irresistible uncle. She married the young, dangerous nephew. It was supposed to be our fairytale. Then one day, I got kidnapped in Rafe’s casino. Snatched by a rival mafia family desperate to force Rafe to sign over one of his biggest, most profitable casinos. Except Rafe didn’t answer the phone or even notice I was gone. The kidnappers grew impatient. First, it was slaps. Then punches. Then they shattered my leg and buried a knife in my stomach. Still no word from my husband. Until finally, after what felt like a hundred unanswered calls, a single message came through. "I’m with Bianca. She’s having a stomach. Stop calling." Once the kidnappers realized I had no value, they dumped me in a rotting warehouse like discarded luggage. It was Isla, my sister, who found me. She got me out. And then the brakes failed. The car spun out. Isla went unconscious beside me. I tried calling Adam. Isla’s husband. But as soon the call went through, all I could hear was. “Leave me along. Isla, I am in the middle of something here.” When I clearly heard a woman’s voice in the back. If not for a passing stranger, Isla and me wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let along have survived. So when I opened my eyes again, the first thing I thought was: I’m divorcing that sorry bastard. The Maretti can go to hell.

Isabella had a perfect life. She had love, money, and a strong family name but on her birthday, everything broke. She finds her husband with another woman. Then she learns the truth, her marriage was a lie. He used her to take her company. He never loved her. In one night, Isabella loses everything. She runs for her life. She is hunted, shot, and left to die. But fate wasn’t done with her. Six months later, she wakes up in a new country with a new face. The world thinks she is dead. But a stranger saves her and gives her a new name, a new life. Now, Isabella is gone. A new woman rises. She has no power. No past. No fear. Only one goal—Revenge.

During the two months that I was away for a competition, my neighbors insulted me in the neighborhood’s common group chat. [The girl living on the ninth floor, you look like a decent girl. Why are you bringing so many men back home every day?] [Can you moan a little softer? I don’t care if you’re a sex worker, but if you keep making loud noises until midnight, don’t blame me for calling the police!] [Don’t call the police yet. I haven’t had my turn. How much are you charging, Charlene?] My heart sank. Before I left for my competition, I had asked my boyfriend, Jacob Smith, to take care of my luxury river-view apartment. That way, he could keep an eye on my expensive paintings. What was happening? I rushed home in confusion, but when I opened the door, I was further dumbfounded. My 3,000-square-foot apartment had been partitioned into 30 rooms. Meanwhile, Jacob’s childhood friend, Prissy Black, was holding a string of keys as she collected rent money. When they saw me, everyone started laughing. “What? Are you here to rent from Prissy after learning that she’s providing cheap rooms in such a pristine location? “Too bad everyone knows that you’re eyeing her boyfriend. You won’t be able to benefit from doing such a thing!” I was extremely furious as I approached Jacob to talk about it. However, he told me that it was Prissy’s dream to be a landlady. He asked me not to pay it any mind and to treat it as doing a good deed. “You’re rich anyway. Don’t be so calculative. Everyone’s happy now, so what’s wrong with that?” The keys tinkled in Prissy’s hand as if they were taunting me. “This house doesn’t welcome stray animals like you. You have yourself to blame for not having such a nice boyfriend.” The two of them acted all lovey-dovey in front of me, and I immediately called the police. “Someone’s trespassing on my property, and my painting that’s worth 15 million dollars has gone missing. What type of punishment would this entail?”

To avenge her ex-boyfriend who cheated on her, Aurora Winters slept with her ex-boyfriend's brother. It should be a one-night stand, a fling, but why did he turn out to be her new boss?

Pinuntahan ko ang boyfriend ko matapos kong marinig ang tungkol sa pakikipaglandian niya sa college senior niya. Habang papunta ako doon, naaksidente ako at dumaranas ng pansamantalang pagkawala ng memorya pagkatapos ng head injury. Nagmamadali siyang pumunta sa ospital ngunit itinuro ang kanyang dormmate na parang walang emosyon at sinasabing boyfriend ko ‘yon. Gusto niyang gamitin ito para tuluyan makawala sakin. Wala akong kamalay-malay dito kaya hinawakan ko ang kamay ng gwapong dormmate niya at tinitigan siya ng nagningning na mga mata. "So, ikaw ang boyfriend ko." Maya maya ay nabawi ko na ang alaala ko pero gusto ko pa rin makasama ang gwapong dormmate. Gusto kong putulin ang relasyon sa tunay kong boyfriend, ngunit siya ay nag drama.

One week to pay off the debt of her dead father or become a sex slave for a powerful mafia gang? Andrea was just a young college dropout looking after herself when her father passed away. But unknown to her, her father was indebted to a mafia gang and even signed her off to them if she couldn't pay. She gets threats of being taken away if she can't meet up. Andrea turned to her billionaire boyfriend to seek help but he profusely dumped her. She went to the club to unwind with her best friend and lost herself, getting into a one night stand with a hot older stranger. The day the mafia gang were to take her because she couldn't meet the deadline, the older man halted them. “ Be my submissive Andrea and I will pay off your debts” He offered. Little did she know that he was her ex boyfriend's father? And she was getting herself into an entangled web of deception, secret and lies?

He killed their marriage on a stage. She faked her death on the road. Five years ago, Cassian Wolfe—a man who never believed in love—married Leah Quinn to close a deal. On their anniversary, he closed their marriage. Publicly. Brutally. Hours later, she was “dead.” But Leah didn’t die. She vanished—helped by the last person Cassian would ever suspect: his elder brother. Now she’s back. Not as Leah. But as Raven with a new face, a billion-dollar company, and a son Cassian doesn’t know exists. Her mission? Burn down everything with the Wolfe name. When Cassian meets the mysterious new CEO of a fast-rising rival firm, he feels an inexplicable pull. He doesn’t know she’s his late wife. But when the truth slowly unravels—piece by piece—he realizes what he lost… and that he’ll do anything to get her back. Even if she hates him. Even if she’s engaged to his brother.

Doris Martin was deceived by her boyfriend, and she got pregnant out of wedlock. Unfortunately, her baby was stolen from her. Five years later, her mother fell ill, and Doris had to rush to the CEO to beg for help. She met a baby girl that wanted her as her nanny. They had similar looks and features. Doris knew if her daughter were to be alive, she would be the same age as the CEO's child. But what happened when the CEO desired to have her instead of her best friend, Ella, who was his legal wife? Find out.

I was reborn before I signed up for a scientific expedition tour to the South Pole. My boyfriend’s adopted younger sister used a system to forcefully exchange my physical senses with hers. She deliberately went out to do something good on a day with a temperature of 107.6 °F, like delivering water to the outdoor workers. On the other hand, I got so hot in a 60.8 °F air-conditioned room that I fainted from heat stroke. I begged Wendy Little to stop, but she feigned innocence. “You must make a good excuse if you want to lie like that!” Max Little sounded disdainful. “How selfish! You’re quite lucky to enjoy yourself in air-conditioned rooms every day. You can’t tolerate Wendy doing something kind.” Wendy took her time and basked in the sun for a month outside. People took photos of her and put them on the internet. Countless netizens were moved by her. But I died from heat stroke in an air-conditioned room. Nobody even found my corpse. If that was how it was, I wanted her to enjoy the coolness of -184 °F in the South Pole.

I thought dating my boyfriend was complicated enough…until I realized his uncle was watching me… all the time. At first, I dismissed it as harmless curiosity, but his attention soon crossed every boundary, turning admiration into obsession. Every compliment felt loaded, every chance encounter calculated, and every smile… terrifyingly deliberate. The closer I get to him, the more dangerous it becomes… and I’m starting to wonder if I can ever escape his obsession—or if I even want to. “You were never his to begin with,” he murmured, his eyes dark with possession. “You’ve always been mine.”