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My Stolen Life, My True Love

My Stolen Life, My True Love

The buzzing chaos of my engagement party in 2002 felt sickeningly familiar. I was Ava, back in a life I' d already lived and lost, my head throbbing with memories of a past I was meant to escape. I stood beside Mike, the charming screw-up I' d painstakingly transformed into a partner, turning our dead-end family farm into a success in my first existence. Then I saw her: Chloe, my stepsister, radiating false innocence, her arm provocatively linked with David's. She was the one who plunged a knife into my back, because she couldn't stand my happiness. But the true horror struck when our eyes met – a cold, knowing flicker passed between us. She knew. She was back too. Suddenly, Chloe let out a dramatic wail, tearing herself from David. "No! I can't marry David! I want to marry Mike!" she declared, her voice ringing with feigned tears, publicly humiliating David and staking her claim on my future livelihood. Sharon, my calculated stepmother, then slyly tried to push David, a man Chloe would cripple and abandon in our previous lives, onto me, thinking she was winning her cruel game. The audacity of it: my murderer, back from the dead, attempting to steal the very life she' d taken from me before. A terrifying question echoed: What twisted game was this, and why was fate giving her another chance to ruin everything? A furious resolve simmered beneath my feigned hurt. "But I have conditions," I stated, my eyes fixed on Sharon' s, a new steel in my voice. This wasn't just a switch of fiancés; this was round two. And this time, I would not only thrive, but dismantle every one of their vile schemes, making them pay for every single betrayal.
The Pranking My Boss

The Pranking My Boss

"Sir is already there." Venus immediately approached me to alert me that the manager of the coffee shop where we worked was coming. Venus is my cousin and we are friends. "Is my face okay Mars?" He fixed his messy hair at the same time. I'm telling you, Venus is really dead to our boss. I don't know about that. The perfect figure of the man we were expecting entered from the main entrance. As usual, there was no expression on his face and his big arms, chest and stomach were clinging to his clothes. "Mars, pranks are the trend now, can you try to prank Sir." My cousin whispered while sniffing at the man. "What are you? Prank your face." Who's a fool to play pranks on that? I might be splashed with hot coffee because I'm so angry. "Hurry up, let's just try bro. All right, this way, I'll pay for the groceries and bills in our condo unit and then you won't pay the debt to me anymore." "What are you? I still don't want it, you're the only one who has a crush on you, sir." "Even so, I already have jowakels so we have no hope of that real thing. That's why it's easy to prank hahaha." Venus can be real, it seems like she is not an employee of her jinajudge. "Porke ni prank will become jowa immediately? Alright, alright, I'm willing as long as it's a deal?" I really need money, so Venus' help is a blessing. I want to enroll in the entrance. "Oh, really !" He covered his mouth because of his scream. "I didn't expect you to say yes, but go ahead. Do it like this, it's your prank. You should make the customers believe that you're joking and then pretend he's crazy hehe. I'll make a video." "Game, as long as the conversation is" "Natasha." Remember, he made the first move on both of us. Yes, my boss calls me Natasha. Full of fierceness, I walked in front of him and I really felt that I was acting for money. It's up to us if we get fired, we'll just look for another coffee shop to apply to. I slapped him, not just one but three more. All the customers gasped because of the loudness of my slapping him. My knees softened because sir's face and neck were red for some reason I don't know. Anger or because of the pain he feels? I don't know, maybe both. "How dare you cheat on me?" I screamed loudly as I poked him. "What?" "You don't have the right to explain. I saw it with my two eyes when you kissed your woman!" "yield?" "Are you going to deny your sin until this point? You're a human being. I hit him on the chest at the same time. Shock, the hardness ah. All I could hear around me was whispering and the person in front of me now was a statue. He widened his eyes at me to signal that I stopped my foolishness but I made my acting even more intense. "You said you love me, you said I'm just me. I kept on shouting and asking for help while I punched his back as hard as a rock. "bring medown!" I don't know where this man is taking me but we left the coffee shop and he held me like a light thing that he didn't waste his strength because he only used one hand to hold me. "Let's just talk girl." and he put me inside his.
His Royal Maid

His Royal Maid

Back in the 18th century, a series of wars created havoc in the hearts of different kingdoms. Susan, a young shy brunette was brought into a different kingdom as a maid after a brutal war between her kingdom and the kingdom of Dunab. Captured by the king's men along with other young girls, Susan was subjected into total slavery and placed to work for the royal household. Losing her family to the war, Susan, torn apart by the reality had no other choice but to surrender to this new life of slavery for the rest of her life. New to the kingdom, Susan, sent on an errand by the Queen to a neighboring kingdom, lost her way deep in the woods only for her to cross paths with Prince Alexander, the ravishing handsome prince of Dunab during his daily hunting. It was love at first sight for the both. Susan never knew that Alexander was the prince of the kingdom she served, neither did Alexander have any idea who Susan was. But everything changed during their second encounter during a royal party of Prince Alexander's engagement with Princess Genevieve of Ruhan, a neighboring kingdom. Alexander found himself falling deeply in love with Susan, and no matter how they both tried to stay apart from each other, a force always seemed to pull them together. Will they be able to change the hands of fate? And what happens when their love becomes a path of destruction for Susan.
Waking Up to Her True Face

Waking Up to Her True Face

Ethan Miller, a Seattle software architect, woke in a cold sweat, his heart hammering. His wife, Olivia, slept peacefully beside him, unaware. The calendar showed it was ten years earlier, their first year of marriage, but he’d just lived through a terrifying premonition: Olivia, supposedly dead for two years, reappeared in an Alaskan lodge with another man, Liam, confessed a harrowing regret, then died again. The dream's raw pain and phantom ache of betrayal clung to him, chilling his once-normal mornings. Soon, the nightmare began to bleed into his present. Olivia's late nights grew more frequent, her phone calls hushed. He caught glimpses of a new, unfamiliar perfume. Then, the undeniable truth: witnessing her outside an upscale restaurant, laughing intimately with a young man, Liam Vance, his heart-stoppingly familiar face mirroring the one in his dream. A small park rendezvous sealed it—a public, passionate kiss, Liam’s smug gaze, Olivia captivated. The illusion of his loving wife shattered with sickening finality. But the worst was yet to come. Hiding in plain sight, Ethan overheard Olivia giddily discussing Liam, dismissing him as "boring," and chillingly, casually discussing his life insurance policy. "Enough to start fresh, really fresh." His blood ran cold. The woman he had adored, trusted implicitly, was gone, replaced by a calculating stranger. All he felt was a profound, wrenching injustice, a searing bewilderment. He was a fool. But Olivia’s contempt and calculated cruelty would not go unpunished. No longer a naive, trusting fool, Ethan, armed with this terrifying future knowledge, made a quiet, chilling decision. He picked up his phone, his fingers trembling, and called his shrewd Aunt Carol in London. It was time to orchestrate his own disappearance, to rewrite his destiny.
The Man Who Faked His Own Death

The Man Who Faked His Own Death

The sterile white walls of the hospital room were my first sight, a blinding canvas reflecting the nothingness inside me. Just days ago, I was Scarlett, a nurse, a wife; now, I was a widow, grieving the hero firefighter who died saving me from our burning home. My childhood friend, Liam, found me after my desperate attempt to escape the crushing silence left behind, dragging me back to a life I didn't want. As I struggled for water, voices drifted from the hall-Mark, my husband' s colleague, and then him. "You're a lucky bastard," Mark chuckled. "A hero's funeral, the whole nine yards." "It was a lot of work," came the casual reply. "Had to make sure the dental records were switched, get the right uniform on the dummy. The gas line explosion covered the rest." It was Ryan. My dead husband. Alive. My breath hitched as I heard him dismiss my suicide attempt as "unfortunate" before explaining his elaborately faked death: it was all to leave me for Ava, his brother's widow. The man I died for, the hero I mourned, was a liar, a coward, who hadn't saved me from a fire but thrown me into one. My love curdled into scorching betrayal. He didn't just abandon me; he erased me, making my deep grief seem like a pathetic joke. In the shattering silence, as Liam, with his kind, honest eyes, rushed to my side, a wild, desperate idea ignited in the ruins of my heart. "Liam," I rasped, "do you remember what you asked me, a long time ago, under the old oak tree by the lake?" "Is the offer still on the table?" I asked, looking directly at the man who had always been my anchor. This wasn't about love. It was about pure, unadulterated defiance. This was about proving that the old Scarlett was dead, but a new, unbreakable woman had risen from the ashes he left behind. I would not be his victim. I would live, and I would erase every last trace of Ryan Miller from my life.