Black Widow Bites On Cats

Maharani, the ex-business man's wife, promised to herself to not get help from her cheating ex to pay their son's tuition fee. Therefore, she apllied job as a maid for Mr. Kusuma, a rich man who need someone to take care his house and his young daughter. At first, she thought everything was easy. With her knowledge and her experience as a mother, she could handled it well. But, somehow, she felt more like a housewife, especially when Maharani faced Mr. Kusuma. That hot widow likes to tease her. Could Maharani survive in her new job?

I leave my boyfriend without a word when he's at his lowest. He later makes a name for himself and forces me to marry him. Our relationship goes viral online and becomes the subject of everyone's envy. They all say he's desperately in love with me, but he later sleeps with other women in our bed. I fall from grace and become the city's biggest laughingstock. I don't cause a scene. Instead, I move into the guest bedroom and leave the master bedroom for them. He's furious as he grips my neck roughly. He bites my lips, drawing blood. "Why aren't you mad?" Because I'm sick. I don't have the time to wait for him to see the error of his ways anymore.

พิมพ์ชนก หรือ "พิม"นักศึกษาปี 4 คณะนิเทศศาสตร์ ผู้ใฝ่ฝันอยากเป็นนักเขียนบทละครมืออาชีพ เธอเป็นคนฉลาด มีไหวพริบ และมุ่งมั่น เธอเลือกทำงานพาร์ทไทม์ในผับ "Black Velvet" เพื่อหาข้อมูลสำหรับเขียนบทละครส่งอาจารย์ โดยหวังว่างานชิ้นนี้จะเป็นใบเบิกทางสู่วงการบันเทิงโดยไม่รู้เลยว่า เธอกำลังเดินเข้ามาในโลกที่เต็มไปด้วยอันตราย และผู้ชายที่มีอิทธิพล ปกรณ์ มีโครงหน้าเข้มคมชัด หนวดเคราเพิ่มเสน่ห์และความเป็นผู้ใหญ่ ตาแสดงความมั่นใจและดูสุขุม ผมสั้นจัดทรงอย่างดี สวมชุดสูทสีเข้มให้ความรู้สึกภูมิฐานและน่าเชื่อถือ บุคลิกดูสุขุม อบอุ่น แต่แฝงด้วยความมั่นใจในตัวเองเจ้าของผับสุดหรูที่มีชื่อเสียงและอำนาจในวงการกลางคืน ไม่เพียงแต่เป็นเจ้าของผับ"Black Velvet"เท่านั้น แต่เขายังมีธุรกิจหลายอย่างที่เกี่ยวข้องกับ ธุระกิจสีเทาและยังมีบริษัทส่งออกสินค้าไปยังต่างประเทศอีกด้วยและ บริษัทส่งออก ภายใต้ภาพลักษณ์ของชายหนุ่มหล่อที่ดูสุขุมและมีเสน่ห์ เขาคือคนที่ทุกคนต้องเกรงกลัว และในวันที่เขาเห็นพิมพ์ชนกครั้งแรก เขารู้ทันทีว่าเธอจะทำให้เขาไม่สามารถละสายตาได้

Amanda North is a young widow trying her best to raise her four-year-old son Jack while managing her own wellness spa.Mark Hunter is trying to balance being a single father to his one-year-old Penny and managing hotels.A chance encounter in one of their trips has started a series of seemingly innocent encounters that sealed their fates.“Darling, please help with Penny. I haven't slept for a whole day” the man suddenly turned to her pleadingly while handing her the baby."..."‘Darling???’ how could he call her endearingly. She doesn't even know who this guy is?

At a dinner party, my genius painter of a husband, Henry Shepherd, used his hands, hands insured for millions, to shell crabs for his young assistant, Tamara Lee. This was all to coax her into eating a few bites when she claimed she had no appetite. Meanwhile, I drank myself into a bloody mess, trying to secure investments for him. When I asked him to hand me some antacids, he refused without even looking up. “These hands are for painting. Use your own.” For ten years, he couldn’t even be bothered to change the way he treated me. That night, as I sobered up in the cold wind, I asked my lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. "Henry, in this vast, chaotic world, our paths end here," I said inwardly

Omegas are born weak. Hermosa was born to survive. When Hermosa discovers her secret lover—Raphael, future Alpha—betraying her in the worst way, she runs. Bleeding, terrified, she crashes into the private suite of Ragal, the cold Lycan King who should have killed her… but doesn’t. Then Raphael finds her. Jealous. Unhinged. Deadly. He bites her—marking her by force only to be burned and weakened by her blood. And just as he tries to finish her, Ragal tears through the night to save her again. Hermosa wakes in the King’s arms with no memory… only a dangerous pull toward him. Between a murderous Alpha and a possessive Lycan King, Hermosa must uncover the truth: She isn’t just an Omega. She’s something powerful and both men will fight to claim her.

Memiliki wajah cantik terkadang membuat seseorang menjadi iri hati dan benci. Sama halnya yang dirasakan oleh gadis cantik yang bernama Berlian Puspita. Seorang Kakak yang seharusnya menjadi pelindung dan pengayom untuk seorang adik, kini justru berbanding terbalik dengan keadaan yang dialami oleh Berlian. Sifat iri dan dengki yang dimiliki oleh Berta Maulida membuat gadis malang itu harus selalu berpenampilan kumuh dan menjijikkan. "Kamu lebih pantas untuk menjadi seorang pemulung, Berli! Dan lebih baik sekarang pergilah dan cari uang sebanyak-banyaknya untuk kita!" titah Berta dengan tatapan mata tajam. Bagaimana dengan kisah gadis malang itu? Apakah akan ada seseorang yang baik hati yang bisa menolongnya untuk keluar dari siksaan mereka?

"You think you know hate, Avery?" His voice a dangerous rumble that seemed to roll straight through me. "Hate is easy. It’s the love that complicates everything." "Love? Don't talk to me about love. You wouldn't recognize it if it clawed its way into your heart." Liam's expression darkened, "And whose fault is that, remind me? You destroyed every ounce of it." My eyes filled with tears instantly, my voice so thick, it hurt my throat as the words came out. "And you made me pay for it, in the most horrible way. A person who loved a girl with his whole heart would never be able to do what you've done, what you've allowed to happen. That's why I hate you, because you never loved me, or else you couldn't do all this to me." His eyes sparked with anger "You have no idea what you're talking about." "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," I shot back bitterly, "But it seems like the only thing you're good at is pretending. Pretending to care, pretending to love—" "That's enough!" his voice boomed. "You want to see how real my feelings are? I should teach you a lesson on underestimating them." I tilted my chin up in defiance "Go on then, teach me." The next moment was a blur of motion as he closed the distance between us. His hands gripped my face, not gentle but not cruel—a fervent, desperate hold. His lips met mine in an intense, raw kiss, fueled by anger and deep, relentless desire. The kiss was punishing, his mouth moving against mine with a fierce urgency that left no room for doubts or second thoughts. As he pulled back, his eyes bore into mine, challenging, questioning, daring me to deny what lay between us.

I've been married to billionaire CEO Christopher Hayes for two years, and only now does my ex, Benjamin Clarke, decide to propose. The rumble of engines echoes as a fleet of black trucks lines up neatly outside my private estate. The drivers unload box after box of gifts—luxury watches, fine jewelry, couture gowns, and even a grand piano. Standing proudly among the shower of rose petals, he announces, "Sienna, I told you—the only reason I had a child with my sister-in-law was because my older brother died in an accident, and she wanted to keep our family's bloodline alive. "The baby just turned a month old. I've fulfilled my promise to her, and now I've come to marry you!" I lounge in the heated pool, having just finished my postpartum recovery exercises, and I can't even be bothered to look at him. He knits his brows, and his tone turns patronizing. "I know you're upset, but you're the heiress of the Grant family; you have everything you could ever want! Why can't you show a little compassion for a widow who just lost her husband? "I know it was selfish of me to make you wait for two years, but I'm back now! Our wedding will be held in three days. I can tell you still care about me. If not, why would you greet me in such a revealing bikini?" His overconfidence makes me chuckle. "Guards, get him out of here! I'm trying to swim here." What a joke. I've just welcomed the heir of Hayes Group into the world, and Christopher has been insisting that I take our baby home to visit my parents. Yet, somehow, I end up running into this idiot.

I jump off the seventh floor on my wedding day. Why? Because everyone has abandoned me to pick up a fake heiress from the airport, my fiancé included. I expect to see them riddled with heartbreak and regret after my death. However, my father merely shakes his head stoically and looks at my body while saying I was too willful. My mother bites her lip and sighs in relief. My fiancé, Magnus Gilmore, shields the fake heiress. He's afraid she'll see the horrible state of my body. The fake heiress is scared to tears at this, and everyone crowds around her to console her. No one cares whether I'm still breathing while lying in a pool of blood. I'm stunned when I see this, but I soon laugh self-deprecatingly. When I open my eyes again, I've been brought back seven years in the past. It's the day I've just stepped foot at home.