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- ผู้หญิงของฟีนิกซ์ - { ฟีนิกซ์ x โมเดล } ฟีนิกซ์ งอนบ่อย ๆ นะ เฮียชอบง้อ โมเดล เวลาเฮียดุมันน่ากลัวดี เดลชอบ>< "เฮียชอบเวลาหนูร้อง" "ทะ ทำไมเหรอคะ" "เพราะมันทำให้เฮียอย่างปลอบหนูแรง ๆ ยังไงล่ะ" "ป๊ายิกมีแปนเหย๋อก้ะ" "เยอร์ก็อยากมีแปน" คำหยาบ - เนื้อหารุนแรง - คลั่งรัก - พระเอกสายเปย์  เรื่องนี้ไม่มีการ 'นอกใจ' พระเอกคลั่งรัก นินายเรื่องนี้เกิดขึ้นจากจิตนาการของผู้แต่ง ไม่มีเจตนาพาดพิงถึงสถานที่หรือบุลคลที่ไม่เกี่ยวข้องแต่อย่างใด นิยายไม่ได้อิงจากความเป็นจริงทั้งหมด โปรดใช้วิจารณญานในการอ่าน  ไม่อนุญาตให้คัดลอดหรือดัดแปลงเนื้อหาทั้งสิ้น! หากพบเจอจะดำเนินคดีทางกฏหมายทันที Thanks for following me 🙏

On the day of my birthday banquet, Grandpa asks me which of the Sterling family's daughters I want to marry. I choose the Sterling family's fifth daughter without hesitation, which surprises my family elders. After all, everyone in our circle knows that I, the eldest son of the Hamiltons, am deeply in love with the eldest daughter of the Sterling family, Violet, spoiling and indulging her to an outrageous degree. In my previous life, I did marry Violet. But after only three months, I discovered that Violet was having secret meetings with my illegitimate half-brother, Sebastian Hamilton. At the time, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at me pitifully. "Please, I'm begging you. This really was just an accident." My heart softened, but Grandpa still found out and ordered people to send Sebastian far away to another country. Violet assumed it was my doing and hated me to the bone. In the years that followed, the company's confidential information was stolen. I was killed in a car accident on the very day she discovered she was pregnant. Given a second chance at life, I decide to let the lovebirds be together. But unexpectedly, after the news of my engagement is announced, Violet appears in a wedding dress, crying and begging to marry me.

Lawrence Hale has been Julia Ware's assistant and lover for seven years, but she's now getting engaged to someone else. She calls off their engagement during an auction, and he thinks she wants to propose to him. It's only when a face that looks almost identical to him shows up that he realizes he's never been more than a replacement.

LOVE LOSER ร้ายพ่ายรัก (เจเลอร์ x แพทริเซีย) มีเนื้อหารุนแรง ตัวละครใช้คำพูดหยาบคาย ไม่มีพระเอก/นางเอก มีฉากร่วมเพศ (รุนแรง/ไม่สมยอม) SM25++ หากแนวนี้ไม่ใช่นิยายแนวที่ชอบ กดข้ามไปอ่านเรื่องอื่น ๆ แทนได้นะคะ นิยายตะเกียงมีหลายแนวค่ะ ลองเลือกดูก่อนนะคะ เจเลอร์ไม่ใช่พระเอกในอุดมคติของท่าน และแพทริเซียเองก็ไม่ใช่นางเอก __________________________________ ทุกอย่างเริ่มต้น....ด้วยความร้ายกาจ ⚠️ ​ เจเลอร์ JAYLER เขา..ผู้ชายคนที่แพ้มากตั้งแต่ชาติกำเนิด "เธอสวยนะ...แต่ได้ง่ายไป" ​ แพทริเซีย เธอ...ผู้หญิงที่ร้ายจนทุกคนเกลียด "เรื่องเมื่อคืนฉันจะคิดซะว่า...ให้ทานหมาตัวหนึ่งก็แล้วกัน" ​ 

"Sir, the divorce agreement from the safe." On their fifth wedding anniversary, in a dimly-lit restaurant, Xavier Hampton's secretary placed the divorce papers in front of him. Five years ago, on the day Elizabeth Eaton and he registered their marriage— She had loved him deeply. So deeply that she had prepared the divorce agreement in advance, signed her name, and locked it away in the safe. If she ever betrayed him, all he had to do was sign. Xavier picked up the pen and swiftly signed his name. Across from him, the empty seat seemed heavier than any presence. His gaze dimmed. "Send the divorce papers to Attorney Harvey," he said, his voice calm, almost detached. "Then book a hotel and have the wedding venue set up in advance." The secretary hesitated for a moment before carefully asking, "Whose names should I write as the bride and groom?" "Elizabeth Eaton and Connor Walker."

I loved Stella for five years, and we were even engaged. However, she never helped when my grandfather was dying, all because the adopted son of my family suggested that she should use the opportunity to put me through adversity—so that I would toughen up. After my grandfather died helplessly, I toughened up just as she hoped for, no longer relying on her for everything. Naturally, I no longer loved her anymore either.

During my wedding reception, I make a toast to my wife's true love. He smashes his wine glass in retaliation and snaps, "I lost to you and allowed you to marry Isabel, but you shouldn't have humiliated me in public!" My wife, Isabel Eaton, is furious. She calls me petty and says she's disgusted by men like me, who get jealous over the smallest things. She rips her veil off and runs after her true love. I chase her, wanting to explain myself. However, a car rams into me. Isabel turns to glance at me but doesn't stop as she goes after her true love. I'm taken to the hospital to be rescued. However, my heart dies despite my body recovering. Upon regaining consciousness, I call my father. I've cut off contact with him for the past three years, but it's time to cave. "I'll go ahead with the marriage alliance, Dad."

My son is severely allergic to pollen, and because of his rare blood type, he must receive a specific desensitization injection at a bigger hospital in a different state. To make that happen, I deliberately booked the same flight as my wife just so our son could get help as soon as possible. But she insists on waiting for her late-arriving first love, refusing to let the plane take off. When I confront her, she says, "All passengers are equal. If the plane can wait for you, why can't it wait for him? Cam still needs to celebrate Josie's birthday. It's just ten minutes. Nothing will happen!" However, by the time we arrive at the hospital, the doctor tells us we missed the critical window for treatment. We were just ten minutes too late. Our son has now become a vegetable.

My wife made me get a vasectomy. Not once, but ninety-nine times. Right before the hundredth operation, the doctor looked at me with pity in his eyes as the anesthesia failed to fully kick in. "Ms. Gibson really knows how to destroy a man," he murmured. "She's put him through ninety-nine vasectomies, then had them reversed—again and again. However, his body's long since broken. There's no chance of children now." "It's probably for her ex. Word is, it's his own brother. The scandals in these wealthy families—unbelievable." Because of a hospital mix-up at birth, my and Jeff Cunningham's fates were exchanged. He grew up with the Cunningham family, while I lived a poor life. Years later, my parents found the truth, taking me in and sending Jeff away. To make things worse, I became Wynnie Gibson's new fiancé. I once asked her, barely able to speak through the pain, why she would marry someone she did not love. She looked at me calmly. "To get revenge," she said. "You came home and stole Jeff's place. He was the one I love. He drank himself to death after you returned." Even my biological parents knew she was poisoning me. However, they turned a blind eye. They did nothing to stop her. They knew Wynnie had got pregnant with Jeff's child through IVF—planning to raise the child and let him inherit the family fortune. I coughed up blood and threw myself into the sea. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was first reunited with them. This time, when I saw the sorrow in their eyes—sorrow not for me, but for the son they lost— I chose to let them go.

At our tenth engagement party, my girlfriend crushed my heart again, leaving my proposal ring dangling in the air. She had been chasing the ghost of her first love, and I was done being her fallback guy. When I finally opened my heart to someone new, she realized what she'd lost. Ten years together, ten engagement parties, and still, she wouldn't take my ring. Every time we reached the moment to exchange vows, she'd stare at the door, waiting for that man to swoop in and rescue her. She swore she'd only marry me if he crashed the party, claiming it would prove she'd truly chosen me. This time, I couldn't hold back. "If he never shows, are you just gonna keep stringing me along forever?" She shot back, "He still loves me. He'll show up to stop this. Besides, we've been together a decade. Does a ring even matter at this point?"