10 Ways To Get Dumped By A Tyrant

My twin sister and I marry twin brothers from a powerful mafia family. She marries the elder, Leo Smith, a federal judge. I marry the younger, Sam Smith, a surgeon. While I'm hospitalized for a high-risk pregnancy, I'm abducted by criminals demanding ransom. They use my phone to call Sam 32 times, but every one goes unanswered. Enraged, one of the abductors beats my stomach with a baseball bat to vent his anger. I try desperately to protect my unborn child, but I lose the baby anyway. Finally, the abductor calls Sam one last time. This time, he answers, only to snap, "Annie almost miscarried. I was just taking her for a checkup. Can you stop calling and trying to get my attention?" With no ransom coming, the furious abductors tie me up and throw me into a swimming pool. Then, they leave. Just as I'm about to take my last breath, my sister arrives and pulls me out. Seeing me almost dead from the miscarriage, she calls Leo in a panic. But all she gets is a cold answer. "Currently punishing the man who nearly caused Annie Morgan's miscarriage. Do not disturb." She tries to call the police, but her phone dies. With no other option, she drives me away herself. On the way back, a sudden blizzard hits, and a landslide blocks the road. The car breaks down. We're trapped and shivering in the cold. Thankfully, a forest patrol finds us just in time. We survive. When we wake up in the hospital, the first thing that comes to us is that we have to get divorced!

The day I went into labor with the twins, I bribed the family doctor to shoot me up with every heavy-duty suppressant he could get his hands on. Anything to stall the birth. Why? Because in my last life, Vincent—my husband, the Don—claimed to have a low sperm count. To guarantee an heir, he lined up ten mistresses and told the whole house: whoever popped out a son first, her kid would be the next Corleone Don. He promised if I delivered first, he'd ditch the others. Said our baby would inherit the throne. I bought every word. When I found out I was carrying twins, I couldn't stop shaking—I thought I'd won. But after I gave birth, he tossed me and the babies into the freezing wine cellar and locked the place down. "Lucy came from nothing. I just wanted to give her kid a name. You started rumors, pushed her into despair, and now she's dead—her and the baby. You're vile. Not fit to be the Don's wife. Think about what you've done. I'll open the door in three days." Then he had the butler seal it shut. What he didn't know? That night, the cellar caught fire. Me and my babies? Burned alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back—right before labor. This time, I'm not staying. Soon as I deliver and get back on my feet, I'm taking my kids and disappearing for good.

After going bankrupt, I was given away as a gift by my former nemesis, Colt Reyes. My former lover, Emerson Snyder, the one I had played with the most ruthlessly before, now traced his fingers along my face, his hands roaming every inch of my body. "You sure had a lot of lovers," he said. I provoked him defiantly, telling him he was the most despicable among all my lovers. He gave my face a light pat, his suggestive tone dripping with amusement. "That's okay. Now you only need to serve me."

Jace Thorne—my childhood crush—crashed a car with me. I walked away fine. He "lost his memory." Plot twist: my dead grandma's soul moved in. "Jace is faking amnesia again to mess with my sweet granddaughter. If I were alive, I'd break his legs myself!" I blinked. Hard. Grandma's voice wouldn't shut up. "In her past life, Demi was miserable. Jace left her to rot while he partied with that Stafford girl. Had a heart attack, and he was lighting birthday candles. Trash!" Then came the kicker: "Your grandpa's letting you pick your fiancé. Don't even think about Jace. Pick Leroy. That boy's actually decent." Right on cue, Grandpa strolled into the hospital with the elder squad, slapped down pics of four legacy heirs, and told me to choose. I didn't even blink. Picked Leroy Leighton—my childhood nemesis turned fiancé. Because yeah, I'm a grandma's girl to the core. If she said Jace Thorne didn't love me, then I was so done.

Fransisca Ryle is forced to seek a job at the prestigious company owned by Alexander Smith due to the urgent need for funds to cover her seriously ill mother's medical expenses. She secures a position as Alexander's secretary, but she also has to endure the cold demeanor of the CEO and his infuriating girlfriend, Veronica. Unexpectedly, a one-night stand between Fransisca and Alexander leads them to realize that love is blossoming between them. As their relationship deepens, Alexander rekindles his relationship with his ex-girlfriend, leaving Fransisca feeling betrayed and humiliated. She decides to leave Alexander's life and vows to seek revenge in her heart. How the next?

ทุกวันฉันจะเข้ามาอยู่ในร่างของชายหุ่นดีมีซิกแพคเป็นเวลสิบนาที วันนี้เป็นวันที่สามแล้ว พอรู้ว่าตัวเองเข้ามาอยู่ในร่างของคนแปลกหน้า ฉันก็ปรับตัวได้อย่างไม่เลว ตอนนั้นฉันรู้สึกว่ามันน่าเหลือเชื่อ แต่ตอนนี้ฉันยอมรับได้แล้วจนเหมือนเรื่องธรรมดาทั่วไป ถึงแม้ว่าจะเป็นเพียงเวลาสั้น ๆ แค่สามวัน เช้าวันนี้ฉันเข้ามาอยู่ในร่างของชายหุ่นดีคนนั้นอีกครั้ง ฉันเลยหยิบมือถือของเขามาค้นหาบัญชี Line ของฉัน แตะไปที่โพสต์และบันทึกภาพเซลฟี่สุดสวยบนโพสต์ปักหมุดของฉันพร้อมกับตั้งเป็นภาพพื้นหลัง จากนั้นก็ทิ้งข้อความเอาไว้ 'คนสวยอย่างฉันเข้ามาอยู่ในร่างคุณสิบนาทีทุกวันเลยนะ!' ปล. ภาพพื้นหลังคือฉันเอง ฉันวางอุบายเล็ก ๆ เพื่อจะได้พิชิตใจพ่อหนุ่มคนนี้ ใครใช้ให้เขาทั้งหล่อทั้งสูงทั้งหุ่นดีล่ะ แหนมตุ้มจิ๋วก็สุดยอดไม่แพ้กัน ทั้งหมดราวกับฟ้าลิขิตมา เหมือนกับได้เจอรักแท้ตอนปล้นเข้ามาอยู่ในร่างของคนอื่น หลังจากทำทั้งหมดเสร็จ ฉันก็เดินสำรวจบ้านเขาอย่างสบายใจ วินาทีที่ฉันเปิดตู้เย็นดู ฉันก็ยิ้มแหยในทันที

"Saya tanya, kamu yakin kita cuma terbawa suasana?" Enggaklah! Azalea menjerit dalam hati. Mana ada terbawa suasana yang sampai beronde-ronde, sialan. One-night stand biasanya bermula dengan alkohol. Setidaknya pada saat itu alkohol bisa menjadi alasan. Tapi tidak dengan kasus Azalea pagi ini. Azalea yakin semalam ia sadar se-sadar-sadarnya. Hanya kopi yang ia minum, bukannya whiskey. Selama 28 tahun hidup, Azalea tahu benar kalau kopi itu hanya mengandung caffeine bukan alkohol. Padahal kemarin terang-terangan Azalea menolak keras usaha ibunya yang ingin menjodohkan dirinya dengan Anselio. Azalea juga sudah mengatakannya di depan Anselio terang-terangan. Kenapa sekarang malah tidur bersama di ranjangnya?! "Informasi aja kalau kamu enggak ingat. Semalam saya enggak pakai pengaman. Kapan terakhir kali kamu datang bulan?" Duar! Azalea kehilangan pikirannya.

(Castiel Revamonte’s Story) Alam ni Joana na hindi permanente ang pananatili niya sa tabi ni Castiel—ang asawa ng kanyang kakambal. Pinalitan niya ang kanyang kakambal sa pagpapakasal dito hanggang sa makabalik ang babae mula sa kung saang lupalop ng mundo. Ayos na sana kung hindi lang pasaway ang utak, puso at katawan niya. Minahal niya si Castiel at bumukaka siya rito na hindi naman dapat. Kaya naman nang bumalik ang kanyang kakambal, wala siyang nagawa kundi luhaang iwan ang lahat. Iniwan niya si Castiel ngunit dala-dala naman niya sa kanyang sinapupunan ang pinunla nito. Four years later, they met again and he was mad—raging mad at her for leaving him and for keeping their daughter.

"S-Stop..." Nauutal kong saad. Kasabay ng pagpasok ng kamay niya sa aking skirt ang pagkapit ko ng mahigpit sa table ko. "You want this, don't you?" Mainit na bulong nito sa aking tainga. Sobrang kinakabahan ako, nasa school kami at walanghiya niyang ginagawa ito ngayon sa akin. Umiling ako sa tanong niya, nagpipigil ng ungol at baka may makarinig dahil lunch palang at mamaya kaunti ay darating na ang mga studyante ko. "P-Please, t-tumigil ka na!" "Are you going to wear this skimpy skirt and sleeves again?" Malamig nitong tanong sakin. "H-hindi na." Umiling-iling ako para tigilan na niya ang ginagawa niya. Ngayon lang siya nakialam sa suot ko at hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit. Pencil skirt lang naman iyon at puting long sleeves. "Good. Don't make me mad again Mrs. Buenavista kung ayaw mong gawin ko sayo to sa sarap ng estudyante mo." Kung makapag salita siya para namang hindi ko siya estudyante ah?! Siya lang naman si Zachariah Buenavista asawa ko at estudyante ko rin.

The day before my wedding, my daughter and I got into a car accident. My daughter died instantly, and I was left with broken legs, condemned to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. When Spencer Ford found out, he rushed us to the hospital, his actions frantic, almost out of control. In the midst of my pain, I overheard a conversation between Spencer and his assistant. "The car's been disposed of. Lorelei will never find out that we tampered with it. But I'm compelled to ask… Rowena was your own daughter. Was it really worth it, losing her for Melanie? "When Rowena was dying, she was calling for you to save her… I could hardly bring myself to do it." Spencer remained silent for a long time, the tension in the air thick. Then he slowly exhaled a plume of smoke. "Melanie's pregnant. I won't let anyone compete with her child for the inheritance. And all of this is Lorelei's fault. She brought it on herself."