Where Can I Stream One Night At A Hotel Ruined My Life?

On our wedding night, my fiancé's best friend barged into our room for the third time, claiming a wedding prank. Having had enough, I warned Sam Whitman that if we didn't consummate our marriage that night, it was as good as over. He glanced at my half-unbuttoned dress and dismissed my words as a tantrum. Then Candace Lombard stormed in for the ninth time, ripped off the covers, and livestreamed our intimate moments. Sam merely pushed me aside and told me to be understanding. She climbed into our bed, smirking as she claimed the spot between us. "Wedding night prank? I get it," I grinned, leaning into her livestream camera. "Alright, everyone, fire up those donations! I'm about to let my husband take a mistress live. Let's make it a show!"

Over five years of her marriage, Kylie never experienced love from Liam. She would only cook, clean, and satisfy him sexually. Liam was head over heels for Aurora, his ex-lover, which made Kylie serve him a divorce. She finally pursued her fashion career and found favour in the eyes of the CEO of the Yamah’s Group. Liam, on his quest to get approval from the Yamah’s Group, found out that his ex-wife was the lead fashionista and that her new lover was the CEO of the company. Liam could not stand the heartbreak, so he called her, claiming to sort things out with her, but instead, he lured her into having sex with him on her contract-signing day for the Yamah’s Group. She was given two options: to sign the contract and get exposed, or follow her ex-husband home as his lawfully wedded wife. Not only was she going to lose Yamah, she was putting herself back into the mess she once escaped from.

The day before the wedding, I go to the bridal shop to pick up my custom wedding dress. The clerk informs me apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ms. Stone. Yesterday, a woman called Ms. Lovelett came and picked up your dress." My best friend, Sherry Lancelot, suddenly remembers something. "Isn't that the surname of your fiance's secretary? He's so thoughtful. He had your dress picked up in advance for you." But in the next second, Mary Lovelett posts a social media update. In her photo, she is wearing my one-of-a-kind custom wedding dress that is worth hundreds of millions and posing coquettishly in front of the camera. The caption reads, "Zachary is the best boss in the world. I casually said I wanted to take some portraits. He generously bought me a globally limited outfit for a photoshoot so that I can take the photos to my heart's desire!" I look at the post and reply coldly, "That's the wedding dress I personally chose for myself. Since when did it become your photoshoot outfit?" The post is deleted instantly. My fiance, Zachary Everdon, calls me angrily. "What nonsense comment was that? I just lent your stupid dress to Mary for a bit. It's a cheap, one-time thing anyway. I can buy you a dozen more to make up for it." I let out a cold laugh and record the call. Then, I send him a screenshot of the 200 million dollars purchase record. I say, "Sure. Will you pay by check or by direct transfer? Hurry up. Once you pay, we're calling off the engagement."

My roommate, Quinn York, is a nice person who knows how to pay one's act of benevolence back. At the orientation party, a classmate gives Quinn a cheap lipstick. She insists on repaying that classmate by giving her my expensive custom-ordered dress. When the supervisor of the girls' dorm gives Quinn a bottle of water, Quinn tells me to treat the entire class to a meal at a five-star hotel. When the campus bully, Kendrick Olsen, helps Quinn out of a sticky situation, she has the audacity to deliver me to his bed just to thank him. Because of that, I'm infected with STDs. That's when Quinn posts the report on the Internet purposefully. Since then, everyone views me as a loose woman who has zero love for herself. Not wanting to suffer from such humiliation, I decide to take my own life by jumping off a building. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the orientation party. Since Quinn likes repaying others that much, she should be the one doing the actual repaying!

Jasper, the son of the alpha of the Crimson Claws Pack, couldn't find his mate in the Werewolf World in his eighteen years. And although he doesn't worry about it at first, the possibility of his wolf getting out of control and his human form being affected by staying too long without finding his mate makes him follow his father's instructions and go to the Human Word, to look for his future Luna. And to accomplish this, he decides to look for his mate in the human schools. However, when Jasper meets a mysterious and very attractive girl in a club, his interest is immediately caught, especially after they have a one-night stand, and she disappears before dawn, without leaving a single note. It turns out that the girl who caught his eye is Scarlett Davis, a nerd who has just been cheated on by her boyfriend. Scarlett doesn't want to face his one-night stand, but she doesn't expect him to be the new transfer student in her class, who is actually willing to win her over and, for that, starts a passionate pursuit of her. However, Scarlett doesn't know that Jasper is a werewolf… and that even her identity is shrouded in deep secrets and mysteries that involve her own family — and Jasper's as well.

The last place Ava expected to see her ex-husband was the hotel bar on a rainy Thursday night in Manhattan. She froze the moment her eyes found him. Ethan Mitchell looked older. Broader. More tired. But the way he stood, one hand wrapped around a glass he had not touched, was painfully familiar. For a second, the noise around her faded. The laughter. The music. The clinking glasses. All she could hear was the echo of a life she once lived. She should have turned around. Instead, she walked closer. “Ethan.” He looked up, and whatever calm he had shattered instantly. “Ava.” Her name sounded different on his lips. Softer. Careful. Like something fragile. “I didn’t know you’d be here,” he said. “I didn’t either,” she replied, her voice steady even though her heart was not. They stood there, strangers tied together by memories too heavy to name. The divorce papers. The last argument. The silence that followed. “Do you want to sit?” he asked after a moment. She hesitated. Then nodded. It was supposed to be harmless. Just a drink. Just conversation. Just closure. But as the night stretched on, the distance between them shrank, and Ava realized something terrifying. Some loves do not die. They just wait. And that night, neither of them walked away. This is a story full of twist and emotions will the come back together after all these years of separation ? Or will they cheat on both of there spouses.