Any Story

Serena Collins bekerja di sebuah perusahaan ternama di London. Hidupnya terasa sempurna, apalagi ia memiliki kekasih bernama Ethan. Namun, segalanya hancur ketika Serena mendapati penghianatan Ethan dengan kakak tirinya sendiri. Di tengah kepedihan itu, Serena justru terjerat dalam sebuah perjanjian dengan Steave Alexander, Presdir karismatik sekaligus paman Ethan. Awalnya hanya demi keuntungan masing-masing, tapi perlahan muncul hasrat yang tak terbendung di antara mereka. Mampukah Serena bertahan menghadapi permainan hati yang penuh resiko, atau justru menemukan cinta sejatinya di tempat yang tak terduga?

ร่างแกร่งของชายหนุ่มที่เพิ่งกลับจากทำงานหนักทั้งวัน พร้อมลูกน้องที่เดินตามหลังมานับสิบ สายตาคู่เย็นเฉียบเรียบนิ่ง ไม่บ่งบอกอารมณ์ แม่บ้านหลายคนที่เดินออกมารับ พร้อมเตรียมรองเท้า รับของที่เจ้านายหนุ่มถือมา “ทำไมบ้านเงียบ?” “คุณท่านไม่อยู่ค่ะ” แม่บ้านเอ่ย “อืม แล้ว…” “เฮียยยยยยย” เสียงใสๆของหญิงสาวที่กำลังวิ่งมาอย่างร่าเริงเข้ามาหา ก่อนกระโดดกอดเขาเต็มแรง “หรรษา ทำไมหนูต้องวิ่ง” “รอเฮียมาทั้งวัน กว่าจะเสด็จกลับมานะคะ”หรรษาเอ่ย “รอเฮียทำไม จะเอาอะไรอีก” “หนูขอออกไปเที่ยวนะคืนนี้” หรรษาเอ่ย “จะไปก็ไปซิ ปกติหนูก็ไปไม่ใช่เหรอหรรษา” กะตัญเอ่ย “หนูจะขอพาเอแคลไปด้วยไงคะ” “ทำไมต้องพาเอแคบไปด้วย?” “ก็น้องจบม.6แล้ว หนูจะพาไปฉลอง เป็นอันว่าขอแล้วนะคะ ฟ่อดดด รักเฮียจัง” เอแคลที่หรรษาพูดถึง เป็นหนึ่งในสาวใช้ในบ้าน ซึ่งเธอเป็นหลานสาวของหัวหน้าแม่บ้านที่นี่ โตที่นี่ และดินแดนกับพาเพลินก็เอ็นดูส่งเสียให้เรียน “นี่สาบานว่าเป็นแฝดผมจริง” กะตัญเอ่ยกับป้าแม่บ้าน “คุณหนูหรรษาร่าเริงจริงๆค่ะ”

He was cheated. She was banished. He was injured by the adulterous couple, while her pack was stolen from her own hands. Now… these lonely, wounded, and vengeance-craving individuals come across each other. What happens to them? —----- Dane Maximus, Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, who is rich and powerful, holds secret powers that could destroy the world. When he caught his wife cheating on him with the rogue leader, his heart tore into millions. His wife rejects their mate bond, while the rogue leader leaves him injured. He was broken, helpless, and dispaired. At this point, the Moon Goddess sent him a blessing in the form of his fated mate, Gianna Lawson. She was a rogue and a former Alpha of the Nightshade Pack. She wants to get revenge and her pack from the Alpha, who stole her pack and banished her. When they met, the world screamed for vengeance! Love…? What about it? Will they be able to come out of the circle of vengeance and give a chance to their bond? Or will they join hands to achieve their goals? Or will they choose their pack and responsibilities? ************* SHREE ABOVE STORY

My grandfather is hit by a car, and his skull is shattered. I take the driver to court. That's when I find out my husband, Stuart Creed, who was supposedly abroad on a business trip, is suddenly at the hospital. He looks at me coldly and snaps, "Do you have any idea how important Maddy’s valedictorian announcement is? Her future can't be ruined by some car accident! Drop the case right now, or I'll cut off all your credit cards and have your grandfather kicked out of the VIP ward!" He slams the door and storms out. Before that, he snarls, "Come home when you agree. Until then, forget about calling yourself Mrs. Creed!" While I'm out desperately trying to gather money for my grandfather's surgery, a team of lawyers contacts me. Turns out the patent my grandfather once authorized to Creed Group has expired. And now, I'm the new legal owner.

On my five-year-old son Oliver's birthday, I baked him his favorite allergy-safe cake and he said he wanted my husband's secretary, Rachel, to be his mom. While I worked hard for my husband and son to have a privileged life, they went to an amusement park with Rachel to eat ice cream together. I still worked overtime to treat him when Oliver openly denied that I was his mother in the kindergarten and claimed that Rachel was his "biological mother". I still believe his assurances even after I discovered a photograph of my husband Derek and Rachel from before we met. I thought being Head Healer of Blood Moon Pack meant I could mend any wound, but some betrayals cut too deep for even the strongest magic to heal. As it is, it's time for them to know how much I paid for our perfect little family. It's time for them to pay me back for everything I've given them.

For five years, I thought our marriage was solid. Then, my husband, Lionel Franco’s first love, Sandra Howard, posted a photo of a property deed on her social media. The caption read: [Thank you, Lionel, for transferring the house to me.] I stared in disbelief and left a single comment: [WTF?] Lionel called within minutes. “She’s a struggling single mother. Transferring the house to her makes it easier for her son to get into school. It doesn’t affect where we live,” he snapped. “How can you be so lacking in compassion?” In the background, I heard her muffled sobs. Half an hour later, she tagged me in another post.  This time, she flaunted her Mercedes worth over a million dollars, with the caption: [Paid in full. As the saying goes, ‘Where a man spends his money, that's where his heart is’.] I knew he bought it to soothe her temper. But this time, I had enough. I decided to divorce him.

Soon after I came back to the country, someone slapped me right across the face in broad daylight, yelling that I was a mistress. A crowd of reporters closed in, pelting me with questions about whether Chandler Armstrong, CEO of Armstrong Industries, was keeping me as his mistress. I was stunned speechless for a moment, but then I pulled out my wedding photo with Chandler from seven years ago and held it up. "What are you talking about? I'm his wife!" The crowd went silent, and the woman who'd slapped me turned white as a sheet. Only then did I finally get it: while I'd been overseas, Chandler had been openly involved with an actress, and everyone in his social circle had already decided she was the future Mrs. Armstrong. Today, they all came expecting to confront a mistress—only to find out that I was actually his wife. Later, Chandler tried to justify it. "Alina, you've been out of the country for years. I'm a man, and I have needs. She's just a B-list actress; it's not like she threatens your position. Why should you be upset? Just let it go," he said. "Don't make a scene." I handed him the divorce papers. "You make me sick."

25 years ago, a maternity nurse secretly switched me out for her daughter. Unfortunately for her, my six-year-old brother saw this and secretly switched me back. 25 years later, the maternity nurse comes knocking with her actual daughter by her side. She accuses me, the heiress of Crawford Group, of being an impostor. The company's janitor starts insulting me and insinuates that my lipstick is a cheap imitation. Even my boyfriend humiliates me with her. "And here I thought you were the heiress of the Crawford family. You can't even compare to a hair on Pammy's head!" When the DNA test results are out, everyone is stunned. "That wretch bewitched me, Lori! Please forgive me—give me another chance!" my boyfriend cries. I look at him icily. "Another chance to do what? To clean the toilets?"

My mother-in-law is extremely frugal. She reuses paper others have discarded, carefully saving the unmarked portions. She even takes the black waste oil from the kitchen range hood and uses it to cook our meals. She says, "Frugality is a virtue—it brings blessings!" I try tirelessly to convince her otherwise, throwing out all her filthy items to protect my family's health. But while she praises me to my face, behind my back, she uses my baby's food scissors to clip her grimy toenails. My child eventually dies of a lung infection, leaving me heartbroken. My mother-in-law, however, points her finger at me, saying I'm unlucky and that I've brought misfortune to their family. Even my husband blames me. In the end, they use a knitting needle to pierce my throat and stab me to death. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day I first see her picking up dirty paper. The first thing I do is hide all the high-quality tissue paper I had stocked up on before my pregnancy, pretending I knew nothing. She calls these blessings, right? Fine. The blessings of this miserly frugality—she can reap them all herself!

Someone posted a love confession to me on the college's confession wall. But then my roommate's boyfriend left a comment claiming I had slept with every guy on campus. I was furious and ready to call the police. My roommate begged me to forgive her boyfriend, promising she'd make him apologize publicly on the confession wall. But before that apology ever came, an adult video started circulating in the student group chats. Everyone was saying I was the girl in the video. The college summoned me for a meeting and suggested I take a leave of absence. When I went home, my parents refused to acknowledge me as their daughter. I lost everything. Depression consumed me, and with the endless rumors, I finally gave in to despair and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, it was the day my name first appeared on the confession wall.