My Evil Genius Wife

Si Anastasia Astor ay isang normal na estodyante sa kolehiyo at yung ama nya ay isang CEO sa isang malaking kompanya, pero nang bankrupt ang kumpanya ng ama niya. Napag-isipan ng ama nya na i-arrange marriage si Anastasia Astor sa isang Mafia boss na ang pangalan ay si Christian Montclair, Si Christian Montclair ay isang Mafia boss at pinagkakatakutan sya sa lahat, at kaya napag desisyonan nya na i-arrange marriage nalang sila, at natatakot sya para sa kanyang anak dahil si Christian ay isang Delikado na tao

Pinakidnap si Aurora isang araw lamang nang dumating siya sa Lanayan. Nagising siya sa isang maranyang mansyon at nakilala ang taong nagpadukot sa kaniya— si Alted Dela Fuente— ang kaniyang asawa. Litong-lito siya sa mga nangyayari lalo na nang ipagpilitan nito na siya si Candice Dela Fuente, ang mapanlinlang nitong asawa. Galit, pagkamuhi at disgusto ang nakikita niya sa mga mata ng lalaking nasa harap niya. Hindi siya si Candice. Kilala niya ang kaniyang sarili, Aurora ang pangalan niya at alam niyang wala siyang asawa at hindi pwedeng magkaroon sila ng ugnayan ni Mr. Dela Fuente. Ngunit sadyang hindi siya pinapaniwalaan ng lalaki, hindi siya nito hahayaang makaalis at makatakas. Alam niyang pahihirapan siya ng ginoo, ngunit ano bang bago? Buong buhay niya ay nakakaranas na siya ng paghihirap at pagmamaltrato. "You can't fool me, Candice, not again." Mr. Dela Fuente told her with gritted teeth. Ang galit na naglulumiyab sa mga mata nito ang patunay na hinding-hindi siya nito papakawalan. Paano nga ito maniniwala sa kaniya gayong kamukhang-kamukha niya ang asawa nitong si Candice? Bawat anggulo, mata, ilong at hugis ng mukha maging ang pangangatawan ay parang xerox-copy. "You're my wife." That statement makes her feel overwhelmed. Asawa? Imposible, ngunit may nagtutulak sa kaniya na magkunwaring asawa nito. Marami ang dahilan niya para magpanggap bilang si Candice. Ang mga dahilan na iyon ang nag-uudyok sa kaniyang magkunwaring si Candice, hiramin ang pagkatao nito at takasan ang pagkatao niyang si Aurora Sandoval. He is not his wife.. she is not Candice. Life is not fair in her past, so maybe she could be HIS FAKE WIFE and pretend to be Candice for a spare time. She is Aurora and she will be Candice.. the lost wife of the rich and well-known Alted Dela Fuente.

Brandy:  My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me.  Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle.  We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.  Storm:  I always knew my father would pick my wife, but her! She is the worst he could do. She is fat, always eating, and messy. She can't do anything right but why is my wife suddenly all I am thinking about? Why am I stroking myself in the shower with only her image bringing me release? I don't want her but I can't stay away. There is something about her that will soon drive me crazy but I will resist at all costs. I have to. 

Meet myself Bree Fischer. The daughter of the president and the first lady. I made a sacrifice to get into a contractual holy union to keep my parents secret safe. I did not know making the huge sacrifice will leave out in the cold with many regrets and pain.If only I had an opportunity to take back the hands of time I'd change the my decision. I failed to think about my decision properly. Blinded by love for my family I made an impulsive decision that I am paying a dear price today. I have it all the money and luxury but I do not know the beauty of marriage. I am married on paper. I am a wife to a paper

I was sent abroad to work. After three years, I finally helped my fiancee secure a highly challenging and significant client. When I returned home, she drove me out of the house. Her eyes gleamed with disdain as she looked at me while carrying a child. “I’ve got a husband and a child. You went abroad and left me all alone for three years. How could you come back to me? You’d better come to your senses and resign from the company tomorrow!” She trampled upon my dignity and love. Then, I realized that our five-year romance had come to an end.

Her marriage, which has lasted for three years, ends in a divorce. The whole city laughs at her and mocks her for being the abandoned wife of a wealthy family. Six years later, she returns to the country with a pair of twins. This time, she has taken a new lease on life and is now a world-renowned genius doctor. Countless men are now lining up to court her and marry her, until one day, her daughter tells her that “Daddy” has been on his knees for three days straight, begging to remarry her.Roxanne, a kind-hearted and innocent young woman, is married off to the wealthy and enigmatic businessman, Lucian. Roxannes life takes an unexpected turn as she finds herself in a loveless and suffocating marriage. Lucian is portrayed as a distant and cold husband, consumed by his own ambitions and scandals.Despite her efforts to be a dutiful wife, Roxanne's marriage becomes increasingly unbearable. She discovers that her husband is having an affair with a scheming socialite. Roxanne’s heartbreak and humiliation push her to the brink, leading her to make a daring decision: she leaves behind her luxurious life to find herself anew.Roxanne’s journey of self-discovery takes her to the bustling city of Paris. In the artistic and bohemian atmosphere, she begins to unravel the layers of her own identity. Through a series of chance encounters, she befriends the charismatic and free-spirited artist, Who in turn becomes Roxanne’s guide to a world of pa*sion, art, and liberation that she had never known before.As Roxanne navigates her new life, she gradually lets go of the constraints that had bound her in her former existence. The novel beautifully portrays her metamorphosis from a timid and abandoned wife to a confident and independent woman.

After being forced to give my wife's first love my heart, I died in the hallway of the private hospital she had personally founded. My six-year-old son, Ash, had already begged her thrice by the time I had drawn my last breath. The first time was when he tugged on her hand, saying I was coughing up blood. Sneering, she claimed, "So he's finally learned something—teaching his kid how to lie." Then, she had the bodyguards throw him out of the room. The second time was when he clung to her sleeve, insisting that I rambled nonsense due to the pain. "It's just a heart transplant," she opined with a frown. "The doctor already said he won't die." At that, the bodyguards stepped in again and dragged him away. The third time was when he fell to the ground, clutching her pant leg with all his strength, crying that I had already passed out. She finally lost her temper by this point, grabbing Ash by the throat and hurling him out of the room. "I have already said it—Howard isn't going to die. Dare to disturb Skye's rest again, and I'll throw both of you out of this hospital," she warned. To save me, my son pawned the most precious thing he owned—his St. Christopher medal—to a nurse. "Ma'am," he said. "I don't need to live a long life. I just want my dad to live." She accepted the medal and was about to arrange for me to be transferred to the last available room. However, my wife's first love, Skye Whitley, had someone block the doorway with his pet dog. He mentioned, "Sorry, kid. Your mom's worried I'll get bored if I can't see my dog. This room is reserved for him."

Juliet Sutton has always been hopelessly devoted. But the day her first love is diagnosed with cancer, she hands me a pill that can make someone forget. She says, "Matthew, Wilson doesn't have much time left. Give me three days. Let me give him the wedding he always dreamed of. "I won't break your heart. This pill only causes temporary memory loss. Once the ceremony is over, you take the antidote, fall in love with me again, and then we'll remarry." Seeing the resolve in her eyes, I take the pill and swallow it without hesitation. What Juliet doesn't know is that I'm the one who developed the pill. There is no antidote. In three days, I'll forget her completely.

The apocalypse has arrived. I carry multiple special abilities and am humanity's hope. However, my wife tears those powers out of me for the sake of her true love. I'm in unbearable pain. I beg her to stop, telling her I'll die. But she doesn't care at all. "Why are you so selfish? You have so many abilities and won't even give one to Ed. Stop being so dramatic. Why do you get to be the hero while my Ed stays an ordinary person?" What she doesn't know is that each special ability is like a heart—take it away, and the person dies.

I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.