Bo Good Luck Charlie

Natalie Waesmer feels suffocated by her situation. Her abusive ex-boyfriend, Vesper Stout, has isolated her and almost driven her to the brink of insanity, controlling her life as if she were his puppet. Despite her attempts to break up with him and even moving to hide, Vesper refuses to accept no for an answer and always finds her, dragging her back into his grip. With no other options, her childhood friend and billionaire, Lars Laurent, offers quite the bold solution: marriage. A contract marriage. Will this marriage be enough to deter her relentless ex-boyfriend? And is Natalie prepared for the risks and dangers it entails?

My wife, Charlene Weber, has taken me to the Scumbag Court. If I'm found guilty, all my assets will be taken from me, and I'll face 10 years of imprisonment. Charlene, on the other hand, will get to marry her ideal man—Joel Quinlan—as she wishes. If I'm acquitted of all charges, Charlene will be made to divorce me without alimony. She'll also be cursed with bad luck and disfigured so badly she'll be the ugliest woman in the world. Conversely, I'll be given 10 million dollars in reparations and gain a lifetime's worth of good luck. Everyone is advising me to admit to my mistakes, but only because Charlene has always been a virtuous, devoted wife in their eyes. They think that there must surely be some complicated grievances between us at the moment. However, they are unaware that I've been reborn. This time, I'm going to tear off Charlene's mask of hypocrisy.

"Kenapa aku harus menjalani hidup seperti ini?" Seorang penjahat terkenal kuat dan hebat mati dalam perang besar. Namun, dia kembali hidup di tubuh yang berbeda. Seorang wanita yang yang terkena kutukan dan seorang ratu. Apakah penjahat yang kalah dalam perang, berhasil menjalani hidup yang penuh penderitaan?

Rumah teh milik Miranda menjadi populer semenjak kedatangan Ratu Julia, ratu dari Kerajaan Diwnsta. Setelah kedatangan sang ratu, muncul sebuah kasus pembunuhan seorang aktris musikal terkenal, Isabella Falcon, salah satu pelanggan di rumah teh tersebut sebelum insiden terjadi. Para pekerja dan Miranda, mau tidak mau harus mengukapkan siapa pelaku di balik pembunuhan agar reputasi rumah teh ini tidak turun secara drastis.

Russell desperately needs to get married because according to his grandfather's will, that is the only way he can claim his inheritance and secure his position as the CEO of NNT coperations. This is a problem for him since he doesn't even have a girlfriend, but luck shines upon him when Elisa, a young and beautiful woman shows up pregnant with his identical twin brother's baby, claiming that he had rejected both her and the baby. Elisa is heartbroken by Charlie's rejection but Russell is not. He takes her in and offers to pay her ten million dollars if she agrees to be his wife for only one year after which they would get divorced and each go their seperate ways. Everything is going according to plan until the one year period elapses and Russell finds himself reluctant to let Elisa go. Things get even more complicated when Charlie returns a few years later vowing to do everything in his power to get back custody of his child.

My roommate beamed with pride as she told me a horrifying secret: she had allowed a wealthy businessman to "remove" her unborn child, claiming he absorbed the baby’s fortune in exchange for a hefty payout. Chills ran down my spine. I urged her to stop meddling with such dark dealings before it destroyed her, but she wouldn’t listen. Instead, she threw herself into it, addicted to helping people "transfer luck" for money. Her luck ran out when she contracted a mysterious disease. When her boyfriend found out, she turned on me, tearfully accusing me of tying her to another man’s bed. Before I could even defend myself, an enraged man ran me down with his car. The next thing I knew, I woke up to find myself back in time. My roommate was leaning in close, her eyes glinting with excitement as she whispered, asking if I wanted to join her "luck transfer" schemes. This time, I wasn’t taking any chances. I noticed the slight swell of her belly and immediately sent a text to her boyfriend: "Congrats! You’re going to be a dad!"

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!” After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater, I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!" Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.

When I died with a smile on my face, right before my brother's eyes, he looked as if the anguish might tear him apart. Yet, for twenty-one years, he hadn't stopped wishing I would meet this exact end. It all traced back to my fifth birthday—the day I had innocently hoped our parents would come home from their business trip to celebrate with me. They rushed back that night but never made it. A car accident took both their lives. From that moment on, my brother resented me, despised me. He didn't just stand idly by as our cousin snatched up my work as her own; he encouraged it. And when my landlord threw me out, it wasn't a random cruelty—it was my brother pulling the strings. All he had ever wanted, from the very beginning, was to see me die a miserable death. But when he finally got his wish… why did he cry, pleading for me to come back, begging me to call him 'brother' one last time?

After I bought my new home outright, my relatives organized a housewarming party to celebrate. During dinner, my nephew Leo suddenly said, “You’re just a spinster living alone in a huge apartment. What do you need all that space for? I happen to be getting married soon. That’s a huge deal. You should transfer the place to me. I’ll even cover the transfer fee.” I was stunned. “Are you out of your mind?” His mother Linda said, “How can you be so ungrateful? Him using your place for his newlywed life is doing you a favor. It’ll bring you good luck! Other people would jump at the chance!” The son and mother were united against me. “Anyway, tomorrow’s a great day. Grab the property deed and come with us to transfer ownership!” I rejected them without hesitation and called them crazy. Who knew they would get so furious that they would storm into my brand-new apartment and go on a rampage, smashing everything in sight. They even said smugly, “We need to show you our family doesn’t get pushed around! Go ahead and call the police! What proof do you even have that it was us?” What they did not know was that I had installed surveillance cameras on the day I moved in.

I married a guy thirty-two years older than I am. Reason? Money. We got divorced, I got all his money and became the city's richest person. Just when my luck was starting to turn, I was hit with devastating news. My ex died. Drowned, they said. The cops think I'm the killer.