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I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.

In the third year I've decided to support my girlfriend, Iris Fulton, by opening a flower shop, she has gone into bankruptcy once again. The first time she went bankrupt, I sold the house my grandma had left for me so that I could clear the debt of 700 thousand dollars. The second time she went bankrupt, I was able to locate the bank passbook Mom had left for me as a wedding gift. That was how I paid back one million and six hundred thousand dollars. The third time Iris has gone bankrupt, however, I can only grip the note with my filthy rich dad's phone number while staring at her lost and dazed expression. At that time, I'm debating whether or not I should call him. But that night, I accidentally notice the chat history on Iris' group chat that's displayed on her tablet. "Hey Iris, how many figures are you going to fill into the sum of the bankruptcy contract that's supposed to be cleared this time?" "Let's put ten million dollars. Otherwise, that flower-selling plaything will be able to clear the debt in one go. It'll make things very boring." "As expected of you, Iris! I heard that the plaything waters flowers in the morning and waters your flower garden at night. You're never tired of him, are you?" I put down Iris' tablet before calling my dad right away. "You want me to take over the family business and marry your student, right? Fine, I'll do it. Get your men to pick me up in three days."

WARNING: RATED SPG Geraldine is a top-tier undercover agent, feared and respected for never failing a mission. But her latest assignment takes an unexpected turn when she is forced to marry a stranger, standing in as a substitute bride for a man abandoned at the altar. That man is Michael Muller, an enigmatic tycoon who is, in truth, the ruthless emperor of the world’s most powerful mafia. The very enemy Geraldine has sworn to bring down. What begins as a mission rooted in deception soon entangles her heart. As Geraldine digs deeper into Michael’s world, she uncovers fragments of a shared past and feelings she thought she could resist but can’t. Torn between her duty and her growing love, she faces an impossible choice: betray the man she was sent to destroy or betray the organization she has dedicated her life to. In a world built on lies, blood, and loyalty, can their love survive, or will it ignite a war where only one can be left standing?

WARNING RATED SPG... Si Geraldine ay isang sikat at magaling na undercover agent na walang misyong hindi natatapos. Ngunit ang simpleng pagpapakasal niya bilang substitute bride sa isang lalaking iniwan sa altar ay nagdala sa kanya sa isang masalimuot na kwento ng pag-ibig, tungkulin, at nakatagong lihim. Ang lalaking iyon, si Michael Muller, ay hindi lamang isang negosyante kundi ang emperador ng pinakamakapangyarihang mafia sa mundo—ang mortal na kaaway ng gobyerno kung saan siya nagtatrabaho. Habang sinusubukan ni Geraldine na isagawa ang kanyang misyon laban kay Mike, unti-unti niyang natutuklasan ang kanilang malalim na koneksyon mula sa nakaraan at ang damdaming hindi niya mapigilan kahit pilit niyang nilalabanan. Ngunit sa mundo ng pagkakanulo at panganib, kailangang pumili ni Geraldine: ang sundin ang kanyang tungkulin bilang isang agent, o ang panindigan ang pagmamahal niya sa lalaking kinamumuhian ng organisasyong kanyang pinagsisilbihan. Mapapanindigan ba nila ang pag-ibig sa kabila ng dugo at kasinungalingan? O magwawakas ang lahat sa digmaan ng katapatan at kapalaran?

The year of my college entrance exams, I gave up my acceptance to Harvard for James Carter. But after five years into our relationship, I ended it. Outside the dorm building, I caught him holding Sarah Williams, who was dripping in designer labels, locked in a passionate kiss. James smirked, "You're just a simple farmer. What kind of life could you possibly offer me?" But he seemed to forget that I had bought him everything - from his tailored Tom Ford suit to his Rolex watch. Heartbroken, I walked away. If someone else wanted to be a doormat for him, they could be my guest - I was done. Later, I focused on growing my agricultural business, eventually expanding into space farming. That's when the media uncovered my true identity as the heiress to a multi-billion dollar fortune. Mr. Williams groveled, forcing Sarah to kneel beside him, begging me to consider a business partnership. James, his eyes red from crying, grabbed my sleeve and said he regretted everything.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, Eric Johnson married a beautiful female CEO to cover his father's $15,000 surgical bill.

Emma was sold for the sake of peace, however, it was just a plan to calm the masses. It was a sham to cover the fact that she was a prisoner of the man that destroyed her country. "I want to make a deal, release me, and you will have the most incredible treasure that ever existed in this land." "Never, wife." "Why? Don't you want to make your wish come true?" He smiled, "I already have the most incredible treasure in the world and my greatest wish is also by my side." "What? What is that?" He looked at her tenderly and whispered into her ear, "You." Disclaimer: The cover is not mine, the credits go to the rightful original artist. Please contact me if you wish for me to take it down.

As a dive engineer, I need to go down into the shaft to retrieve a drill bit in order to speed up construction on the 800-million-dollar construction project before Independence Day. Little do I know that I've barely made my way down the shaft when I realize I don't have enough oxygen to last the journey. Amid my panic, I completely lose my sense of direction. So, I dig out my wireless radio in an attempt to communicate with my fiancee, Viola Jenkins. But all I hear is her laughter over the radio. "Aren't you all high and mighty, Elden? I'd like to see how long you can last underwater without oxygen!" Her first love, Ron Carey, adds, "Just sit back and watch the show, Viola! He'll definitely beg you to open the manhole cover for him when the time comes!" That's when I realize Viola and Ron have allied together to kill me. Not only have they closed the manhole cover, but they've also cut off my life-saving oxygen supply. After ensuring that the manhole cover cannot be moved at all, I begin crying for help weakly into the radio. "Hurry… Open the cover for me… I'm running out of oxygen…" Viola's contemptuous voice drifts from the radio. "It's only been five minutes. Why are you playing the pity card already? This is Ron's first time in a construction site, so he's inhaling some oxygen from the canister because he's already lacking in oxygen. You can wait for a while. "If you have the time to moan about the lack of oxygen, you might as well use it to retrieve the drill bit. Stop dilly-dallying around, Elden! You seriously think I'll keep you around if you don't pull your weight around here?" With gnashed teeth, I cover 65 feet downward in the shaft. With the last bit of oxygen in my lungs, I place my hands on the drill bit that's stuck in the deepest part of the shaft that can determine whether or not the 800-million-dollar construction project will be a hit or miss. I'd like to see if Viola and Ron will be able to reap the benefits from this project just by killing me off in the shaft!

Pieter syok melihat kekasihnya berselingkuh dengan pria lain. Dia kemudian menyentuh minuman beralkohol dan salah mengira kalau Cyenna adalah kekasihnya. Memiringkan wajah sembari berkata, "Kau milikku malam ini." Cover by: pexels.com

Sejak dia kehilangan calon anak kami, Luna mulai berubah dingin dan cuek. Hingga suatu hari, permintaan yang tidak pernah ingin kudengar, terlontar dari mulutnya. "Ayo hidup masing-masing, Mas." –Luna Cover by: Canva