Bad Woman

Once in a while, in the middle of life, love gives us a fairytale.And some fairytale love stories are completely unexpected and thus more memorable.No one expected the class president and the leader of Trouble Triggers to even talk about anything but notes and pencils. But then fate's a bitch and loves to meddle!Their life changes drastically when the good girl- Joanna Williams has to tutor the bad boy- Bryan Cooper.Along with the tutoring comes constant fun, too much bickering, lame jokes, scary sarcasm, idiotic friends, too many unknown emotions, jungles in tummy, bucket lists, unheard secrets and haunting pasts.Maybe some fairytales don't have a happy ending... or do they?

The Moretti Family's Thanksgiving party was in full swing downstairs—crystal clinks, fake laughs, classic mafia gloss. Meanwhile, I was curled up in a servant's room on the third floor. Jackson Moretti's wife. Legally, anyway. My hands were ice. I gripped the ultrasound report like it could anchor me. Three heartbeats. Strong, steady. It was supposed to be a surprise—his big Thanksgiving gift. To the outside world, Jackson was a polished Stanford grad, running a top-tier consulting firm in San Francisco. But behind the scenes? He ran the Moretti empire—cold, calculated, pulling strings in the West Coast's darkest corners. Three years of marriage and we barely spoke, but I still clung to the hope that maybe... maybe there was something real left. Then I heard him downstairs. "You really not letting your wife come down?" "Isabella?" He laughed. "She'd kill the vibe." Another voice chimed in. "Lina's back, right? Wild you married her twin. Which one do you actually like?" Jackson didn't miss a beat. "Isabella's just a stand-in. Quiet. Predictable. I could tell her to drop dead and she'd say 'okay.'" "So when are you ditching her?" "Dunno. She thinks she matters. I'm just playing her." I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sob. A minute later, I was heading downstairs, numb. I brushed my fingers over my belly. "Sorry, babies," I whispered. Triplets. His. He thought I was blind. Weak. Stuck. What he didn't know? A quiet woman, once she snaps—she can burn it all down.

Luka masa lalu menghantui kehidupan kakak beradik itu, mereka adalah Allendra dan Alena Spancer. Keduanya tenggelam dalam kebencian dan pada akhirnya harus saling menyakiti. Alena ingin membunuh kakaknya dan Allendra bahagia dengan tekad mengerikan sang adik. Alena memang harus begitu. Di tengah kemelut masalah kakak beradik itu, hadirlah Azeeya, sosok guru yang tiba-tiba terseret dalam kehidupan pelik keluarga Spancer. Ia telanjur terjebak di sana dan pada akhirnya harus mengecap cinta untuk seseorang yang tak mempercayai cinta.

GUIECO CLAN SERIES 4 Betrayed by her close friend, who cast her as the villain in her own tragic tale, Beatrice, once perceived as weak and fragile, underwent a transformation into a cold-hearted woman. Driven by a thirst for revenge and satisfaction, she intentionally provoked women around her, hoping to shatter them like glass, and even flirted with men in relationships to prove that loyalty didn't exist in men's vocabulary. From an innocent teen to an untouchable woman, her infamous game knew no boundaries. Everything took a turn when she encountered Lovimer Guieco, a handsome, goofy secret agent with the mission to tame her and kindle love within her. Will the man succeed in capturing her numb and wounded heart, or will he become just another victim of her formidable, bad bitch persona?

A story where a maid fantasizes about her boss. Comes to work but can’t focus and sees only him. Then she gives him a hint on what she wants with a note on his table .then the whole scenario just excalates

My younger brother, Samuel, gave me a call and asked me to go to his university. However, his unusually serious tone took me aback. I rushed over to his counselling office, only to see him, his fellow counselors, and a female junior whom I had coincidentally helped in the last semester. The female junior, Sally, was covering her slightly protruding belly. She abruptly dropped to her knees before me in front of the counselors. “Honey, I know this unexpected pregnancy has put a lot of pressure on you. But you can’t just abandon me and our baby!” she choked back with tears. Then, she reached out to grab the hem of my clothes. However, I stepped back and left. Sally’s cries turned sharp and shrill. “You heartless jerk! How could you behave like this?! If I’d known that you’d pretend not to know me the second it was over, I would’ve never gone to a hotel with you!” One of the counselors looked furious, and he seemed furious beyond measure. “Kid, being young is no excuse. A man needs to take responsibility!” A crowd began to gather outside the office. Their pointing fingers and contemptuous stares nearly overwhelmed me. In the middle of the chaos, Samuel casually leaned against the wall and spoke with a drawl. “Chris, aren’t you going to stay and see your unborn baby?”

เขาหล่อ แต่เขาร้าย เขาดี แต่ไม่ใช่กับเธอ เมื่อแม่บ้านจำเป็นต้องมาปะทะกับเจ้านายมาเฟียผีดิบ จุดจบจะสุขหรือเศร้า

เด็กสาวที่อยู่ในวัยสดใส มีความมุ่งมั่นในสิ่งที่ตัวเองทำ มีความเชื่อในโชคชะตา เป็นความน่ารักสดใสของทุกคนในบ้านแต่แล้วความสดใสก็ถูกพังทลายลงเพียงเพราะความแค้นของเขา "ถ้าพี่ไม่ได้รักหนูก็ปล่อยหนูไปสักทีได้ไหมคะ" "พี่โซ่กับพี่ไนท์มีความแค้นอะไรกับพี่ชายเดลกันแน่!" เขาผู้มีนิสัยเคร่งขรึม ไม่ยอมคน และเป็นพี่ชายที่น่ารักให้กับน้องสาวคนเดียวของเขา "นิรา" เขารักและคอยเป็นทั้งพ่อทั้งแม่ในเวลาเดียวกัน เพราะพ่อแม่ได้เสียไปในช่วงที่เขาอายุได้เพียง15 ปีเขาจึงต้องดิ้นรนและสร้างมันเพื่อน้องสาวของเขา แต่ทุกสิ่งทุกอย่างที่ทำกลับพังลงหลังได้รู้ข่าวร้ายว่าน้องสาวถูกรถชนเสียชีวิตแต่กลับจับผู้ก่อเหตุไม่ได้ "เพราะพี่มึงมันหน้าตัวเมียไงไม่กล้าแม้แต่ออกมายอมรับผิด ครอบครัวมึงก็ห่วงแต่หน้าตาวงตระกูล แล้วน้องกูล่ะ!" "กูจะทำให้มันเจ็บปวดพอๆกับกู และมึงคือผู้โชคดี" "มึงสมควรโดนแล้ว อย่ามาตีหน้าซื่อ ต่อให้มึงกระอักเลือดตายตรงหน้ากู กูก็ไม่คิดจะมองมึงด้วยซ้ำ" "กูไม่ควรรู้สึกแบบนี้ดิว่ะ ทำไมกูถึงเจ็บแบบนี้ว่ะไอไนท์!"

เทียนหอมน้ำตาไหลคลอเบ้า เสียงที่ได้ยินกับภาพที่เห็นมันช่างสวนทางกันนัก เธอมองดูผู้ชายที่พึ่งวางสายจากเธอ บอกเหตุผลว่าจะรีบทำรายงานส่งอาจารย์ แต่ภาพที่ปรากฏอยู่ตรงหน้า คือผู้ชายคนเดียวกันที่กำลังนั่งโอบเอว คลอเคลียร์กับผู้หญิงอีกคน

I was anonymously reported for fraudulent credit card use and arrested. The victim turned out to be my own husband. I pulled out my phone to show them our marriage certificate to prove my innocence, but the police officer frowned as he looked at me. "Ma'am, the Lucas Richardson on this certificate is not your husband. You're still unmarried." I could not believe it and asked the officer to check again immediately. He looked at me with sympathy, but quickly spoke again, "Our records show that Lucas Richardson's spouse is Vivian Clarke and that they have a three-year-old child together. Ma'am, if you cannot prove your relationship with him, you will face criminal detention." I felt like I had been struck by lightning. Six years ago, Lucas had a secretary named Vivian who was obsessively in love with him. On the day Lucas and I got married, she caused a scene and threatened suicide. In the end, he had to personally handle the situation for three days before coming home. It turned out that his solution was to marry Vivian instead.