Call Sign Unique

My husband, Don Lorenzo, ran New York's underworld. And he's the one who put me in prison. All because his childhood flame, Cassandra Viti—the Viti family princess—killed my father. I was the first one on the scene. The Feds caught me standing over the body. He faked the evidence. Made sure I took the fall. I spent three years in hell. His apology? A single sentence and an unlimited black card. "I owe Cassandra three wishes. Once you're out, once I've paid my debt to her, you'll be my Donna again."

Everyone says I have the face of an angel. However, I choose to take a knife and slash my own beautiful face. When my twin sister sees the drastic change in my appearance, she loses it and screams at me, wanting to know why I ruined my face. In my past life, she couldn't stop stealing food deliveries. When our next-door neighbor caught her, she shoved the pregnant woman so hard that she miscarried. The woman was seven months along, and both she and her baby died. But my sister just shrugged it off, bragging that she was some popular influencer, and two pathetic lives didn't matter. She even slapped down a 50-dollar bill like it was nothing, just to humiliate them. "Still trying to scam my money? For all we know, that woman's baby was already dead inside her. Your family must've done pretty awful things to deserve losing two lives like that!" When the dead woman's family showed up at our door with kitchen knives, ready for revenge, my sister chickened out and hid. Before that, she tricked me into coming home instead. The second I walked up to our front door, the grief-stricken husband slashed at my neck, severing the artery. I died right there on the spot. After I died, everyone spat on my memory. They all said I got what I deserved, and my parents covered up what my sister really did. She even had the nerve to come forward and apologize for me, cashing in on my death while hooking up with my boyfriend. The two of them became this perfect couple online and made tons of money. This time around, I decide to destroy my face. I want to see how she will steal my identity and pin her crimes on me now!

Tidak mendapat kasih sayang orang tua, Callista memilih bekerja jadi sugar baby. Berharap bisa menemukan pria tua yang bisa mencintainya seperti seorang ayah. Karena itu juga dia bertemu Harvie Carlton, pria berusia tiga puluh tiga tahun yang dipaksa jadi ayah untuk keponakannya yang baru kehilangan kedua orang tuanya. Juga dipaksa untuk menikah secepatnya dan memberikan sang keponakan sosok seorang ibu. Bagaimana hubungan mutualisme antara dua individu yang sama-sama keras ini bisa dipertahankan?

หนึ่งคนเติบโตมาพร้อมอิสระ เส้นทางชีวิตเป็นสิ่งที่เธอเลือกเอง อีกหนึ่งคนกลับต้องใช้ชีวิตภายใต้กรอบความคาดหวังและความต้องการของผู้นำครอบครัว การตัดสินใจทุกครั้งไม่ใช่ของตน หากเป็นของ “หน้าที่” ที่แบกรับไว้ ทว่าโชคชะตากลับนำพาให้หนุ่มสาวทั้งสองได้มาพบกัน ความแตกต่างกลายเป็นบทเรียน ความใกล้ชิดกลายเป็นคำถาม อิสระคือการหลุดพ้นจากกรอบ หรือคือการกล้ายอมรับผลของการเลือก ท่ามกลางอุปสรรคจากครอบครัว สังคม และหัวใจของตนเอง ความสัมพันธ์ที่ก่อตัวขึ้นจะนำพาพวกเขาไปสู่เส้นทางใด อิสระที่แท้จริง…สามารถออกแบบร่วมกันได้หรือไม่

I was in the office bathroom stall when I heard them trash-talking me. The intern I'd trained for three months whined, "She's a heartless witch—like a robot with zero brain cells." I was about to swing the door open when another voice jumped in, laughing. "Documents incomplete." "Receipts don't match." "No signature? Denied." "Seriously, we've all memorized the freaking rulebot's script!" Once they were gone, I headed back to my desk. The intern stormed in and slammed a fat stack of reimbursement forms in front of me. "Don't go on another power trip and block everyone's claims." I skimmed the obviously fake receipts. Normally, I'd tear into her. But this time, I just smiled. "My head's killing me. Can't read the fine print."

Si Annatalia Martinez ay isang babaeng may simpleng pangarap at matibay na prinsipyo. Hindi niya inakala na ang buhay niya ay magbabago dahil lamang sa isang dokumentong kailangang pirmahan. Si Alaric Dale Compton, isang makapangyarihang bilyonaryo, ay kilala sa pagiging emosyonal na mailap at desidido sa negosyo. Para sa kanya, ang lahat ay napag-uusapan—kahit ang damdamin. “ Love, Signed by a Billionaire” Sa isang kasunduang naglapit sa kanila, napilitan silang magkasama sa isang mundong puno ng limitasyon at lihim na damdamin. Habang sinusubukan nilang panatilihin ang distansya, mas lalo namang lumalalim ang koneksiyong hindi nila inaasahan.

It was the thirtieth anniversary of my alma mater, and I had been invited back to give a speech. But as I stepped on stage, my husband's illegitimate son rushed toward me, brandishing a knife. His accusations rang through the hall: I was a homewrecker, the woman who had driven his mother to her death. He went even further, kidnapping my daughter and threatening her safety unless I publicly read a letter of confession. I was beaten to within an inch of my life, my body battered and bruised. I demanded my husband come forward and confront the truth. Instead, he turned on me. "I was forced to be with you in the first place!" my husband spat, venom dripping from every word. "You're the real mistress!"

My husband Dante, Don of the Moretti family, was killed in a gang crossfire. I was devastated, because the same day, I’d also found out that my IVF injection had worked. I was pregnant. The Moretti didn’t want me to spiral. So they called in Dante’s twin brother, Ash Moretti, to help around. I felt both guilty and grateful until I overheard them talking in the study. “It was Ash who died. Why would you make us tell Harper it was you?” His father asked. Dante’s voice. “I only married her because you promised me the Don’s seat.” Then Gianna’s voice. “Dante had given her a child. That alone should’ve been enough.” So. It wasn’t my husband who died. It was his brother. And my husband and his sister in law thought this was his clean exit. As he wished, I gave it to him. When the doctor told me the fetus had less than a ten percent chance of survival, I agreed to terminate. And along with reclaiming everything else I had once given the Moretti, I walked away from his life—for good.

I’d just left a creative meeting when a TikTok video popped up on my feed, slamming my company. The title: "Stay Away! This Austin startup is incredibly cheap. The perks are a joke." The video showed off the pour-over coffee from Austin's hottest independent cafe and pastries from a top-tier French bakery. The same ones I’d just had my assistant, Sam, hand out. I frowned. In the company's Slack channel, I tagged everyone. "@here Any suggestions for this afternoon's Happy Hour?" Leo, the new Gen-Z intern, replied instantly with a voice note. “Asher, with all due respect, these snacks with gluten and dairy are so unhealthy.” “A truly visionary company would hire a private chef to customize raw, vegan bites for everyone's dietary needs. That's what respect looks like.” I laughed. It was an angry laugh. The company's daily snack budget was $25 per person. For an Austin startup, that was top of the line. I typed back: "Since it's impossible to please everyone, the snack perk is canceled. I'll convert the budget into a cash bonus for all of you." Less than five minutes later, the TikTok caption was updated. "UPDATE: Y'all, I can't make this up. I made a suggestion about dietary inclusivity, and my toxic boss just canceled all the perks! This is how toxic bosses act. Can't handle a single piece of feedback!"

At the annual company meeting, my wife, Rosalie Smith, claims that I've never made any contributions to the company, so she demands that I give up my position as the chief engineer and transfer all of my research findings to her first love, Harry West. Enraged by Rosalie's shamelessness, I quit my job on the spot before throwing the divorce agreement at Harry's face. "Working in this day and time is very difficult, you know! How about I just be more generous and let you take over my position as the CEO's husband instead?" For a moment, everyone swaps looks with each other, thinking that I'm merely jealous of Harry. But no one knows that I'm the one with the core technology of the company. No one can replicate it nor steal it from me. Without my core tech, the company's products are reduced to a bunch of useless codes. As for Rosalie, she will face massive debts and the crisis of her company going into bankruptcy.