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Augustine Knight is the man all mothers wish for their daughter! He’s nice, he’s rich, he’s beyond beautiful, and has the quality we’ve all been looking for- painfully loyal! Yeah okay maybe he’s a bit arrogant but you can hardly see that trait whenever he’s with his family and close friends because yes, you got it right, he’s a family man and a very good friend too! See, what a catch. Phew. The relationship he had with Evie, is something we all pray for our daughters to have. If you excuse the big misunderstanding, of course. Because that would make you call him a fucking pedophile. With P at the front and right in the middle. PEDO-PHILE. You can’t exactly blame the man when he asked his newly-married wife to give him back four years of his life, or forced her to cash her promise about their three (future) children. From being the lucky girlfriend of a billionaire she upped her status to ‘insanely-lucky wife of a billionaire’, but within a month it changed into being his worthless SugarBabyWife. *** Dig in if you feel like reading something that would make you mad, sad, or both. Don’t hesitate if you’re a fan of toxic relationship because I promise you, this, is the definition of ttttoxicccity. I’m the fucking mayor of this city if you’ve read Gay Sugar Daddy :)

After my son’s surgery, I stayed overnight at the hospital. While keeping watch, I scrolled through my phone and came across a post. [What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?] An anonymous user replied. [I used the senior who sponsored me as a stepping stone.] [My sponsor was rich and clueless. He paid for my entire college education, and after I graduated, I slept with his wife. She even had my child.] [The best part is that he treats my son like his own. He works himself to exhaustion just to set that kid up for life.] [By the way, his family just received three million from the relocation compensation. My lover will be here soon. She’ll pretend we need it for a school district apartment and trick him into giving it to us.] [Once the cash is in hand and the villa is bought, I’ll have my son acknowledge me as his real father and then throw my sponsor out of the house.] A blurry photo of a little boy was attached. My heart skipped a beat. On his wrist was the safety charm I had given my son. Just then, my wife pushed open the hospital room door. “Honey, Xeno is starting elementary school soon. Let’s take your mom’s compensation money from the relocation and use it to buy a place in a good school district.”

At the celebration where Lorenzo Alvarez is crowned the new mafia boss, his men arrange a few performances. A dancer in a backless top and short skirt twists around the pole under the lights. "Don't look," he murmurs, covering my eyes with his hand. "This kind of cheap entertainment isn't worthy of you." His men jump in immediately. "Lorenzo still spoils Ms. Valenti after all these years. That kind of devotion is rare. We're so jealous." "A man as loyal and single-minded as Lorenzo is hard to find." I rest a hand on my belly, planning to tell him tonight that I am pregnant. But when I return from the restroom, I see the same man who had just held me in his arms leaning back in his chair while the dancer straddles his lap. Lorenzo slips his business card and a thick fold of cash into the waistband of her skirt. He laughs, relaxed and unbothered. "Isabella is wonderful, sure, but life needs a little passion. This ragazza is just something new. A bit of fun. "Keep your mouths shut. Don't go running to Isabella and upset her. Otherwise, you'll have a problem." Cold rushes through me. I do not approach or confront Lorenzo. I simply take out my phone and answer the email I have been avoiding for days. "I agree to participate in the confidential experiment."

Synopsis He tossed me unto the bed, I could feel the heat emitting of his body as he laid down on me. His pelvis made contact with my ass and pressed against it. Grabbed my hands, he squeezed them by his firm grip. The hot air from his mouth surrounds my ears as he whispered to me. “Don’t expect me to be gentle for I am not a gentleman.” *** On my twenty birthday. My father had a guest, his boss. I never knew the kind of work he does but on that special night, I found out he was a servant of the world most ruthless Mafia leader. He invaded our home in an attempt to kill my father for smuggling his cash and drugs, but seeing he had a family, he showed mercy and granted my father thirty days to recover all that he had taken and as a way to compensate for his loss, I was held and taken by him in captivity and would only be granted freedom when the debts we owe have been paid off But what becomes of us after our fate intertwined and I fell in love with my captivator. Will fate decide to give us the chance of a romantic happy ever kind of life? Or will our lives go back to the way it was before we met? Can't wait to foresee what the future entails.

Grace Summers had always been the ‘Mrs. Goody Two Shoes’ always doing what’s right or what’s expected of her by her family and high maintenance friends. She’s now 21 and had just graduated yet another special school her father had sent her to, she’s fed up with her ‘angel’ persona. She hops on a bus, rides to the furthest stop available and lands a job at the most popular place in the city of Bakersfield, California: Dale’s Ladies, a gentlemen's club, or at least that’s just the front it uses, people from all over come to use this club for their addictions or to take care of unfinished business. You can do anything in this club: murder, sex, drugs, you name it you can do it. With only one rule, you have to do it within the walls of the club. Jett Lynch is the oldest of the twins, his younger twin Dale Lynch, owns a club and helps bring in some heavy cash from the ladies he has, the drugs he sells and the gruesome murders that he’s allowed to happen and not say a word about to ANYONE. Jett is popular in a bad way with the media, and the police; he’s the head of the mafia in the city of Bakersfield. He does things to people the police won’t when it’s deserved. What happens when someone who wants to overthrow Jett, gets wind of his new prize? Will Grace be caught in the crossfire or will she be taking the heat of it?

My sister, Gabriella Rutherfurd, is the richest female CEO in Brightshire. Her male secretary, Freddie Morgan, mentions that he wants to see a real-life version of the Squid Game, so she builds the venue and spends 100 million dollars to make it happen. The lure of a gigantic cash prize draws in countless desperate souls. Even the bodyguards responsible for protecting my brother-in-law, Cyril Harding, abandon their posts to participate. Cyril has no choice but to go to the hospital without the bodyguards for his medical appointment, but he is abducted halfway there. In my previous life, I found Gabriella and asked her to stop the game and send people to rescue Cyril. After hesitating, Gabriella agreed. She stopped the game and managed to save Cyril just in time. But the few players who had made it to the final round were furious that the game was canceled. To vent their rage, they took Freddie and beat him to death. Gabriella acted like it had nothing to do with me. Yet, on the day Freddie was buried, she ordered her men to beat me up. When I open my eyes again, I am back to the day that Cyril was abducted. This time, Gabriella gets what she wants, and the Squid Game is held as planned. By the final round, a masked man is dragged onto the high platform. Freddie announces that whoever slices the man's head off will win the 100-million-dollar prize. When Cyril's head rolls to Gabriella's feet, she finally snaps.

Aku meninggal di hari aku memenangkan Penghargaan Doktor Medis Global. Tiga jam setelah kematianku, orang tua, kakak laki-laki, dan tunanganku baru saja pulang dari pesta ulang tahun ke-16 adik perempuanku. Ketika adikku mengunggah foto keluarga kami saat merayakan ulang tahunnya di media sosial, aku sedang terbaring di ruang bawah tanah yang tertutup rapat dan berlumuran darah. Aku mencoba menggunakan lidahku untuk menggeser layar ponsel dan meminta bantuan. Di antara kontak darurat, hanya tunanganku yang menjawab panggilanku. Artinya orang tua dan kakakku telah memblokir nomorku. Begitu telepon diangkat, tunanganku hanya mengucapkan satu kalimat, “Karin, pesta ulang tahun Lina yang ke-16 itu sangat penting. Jangan pakai alasan nggak masuk akal untuk cari perhatian kami dan bersikap manja lagi!” Dia menutup telepon dan memutus harapan terakhirku untuk bertahan hidup. Jantungku berhenti berdetak karena nada sibuk telepon. Ini adalah ke-100 kalinya mereka memilih adikku, ke-100 kalinya mereka mengabaikanku, mengecewakanku, dan ini juga yang terakhir. Aku terbaring di dalam genangan darahku sendiri, merasakan napasku perlahan berhenti. Mereka mengira aku kabur dari rumah lagi sebagai alasan untuk melampiaskan ketidakpuasanku. Mereka pikir bahwa selama mereka memberiku pelajaran, aku akan kembali dengan patuh seperti 99 kali sebelumnya. Sayangnya, itu tidak akan terjadi kali ini. Karena aku tidak pernah meninggalkan rumah, aku terus terbaring di ruang bawah tanah rumahku.

Claire, seorang mahasiswi seni rupa, melakukan kesalahan terbesar dalam hidupnya. Awalnya, ia hanya ingin merasakan satu malam kebebasan setelah dipaksa menikah dengan pria tua demi melunasi hutang adiknya — semua karena desakan orang tuanya. Pria yang tidur dengannya di malam itu ternyata Devon Atmawidjaya, seorang pematung yang jadi dosen tamu selama dua semester di fakultas seni rupa tempat Claire berkuliah. Mati-matian, Claire menampik pesona Devon, tetapi semuanya sia-sia. Dia jatuh juga ke pelukan dosennya sendiri, padahal Claire sudah bertunangan dengan pria pilihan orangtuanya! Mereka lantas terperosok ke dalam hubungan rahasia yang berbahaya. Ketika Claire sudah mempercayai Devon sepenuh hati, sebuah rahasia di masa lalu pria itu terkuak. Rahasia yang mampu menghancurkan hubungan mereka. “Seumur hidup, aku belum pernah tidur dengan sembarang wanita." Pria itu mengedipkan satu matanya. “Dan ini,” pria itu lalu mengeluarkan lembaran uang dari dompetnya, menaruhnya di atas selimut yang membungkus tubuh Claire. “Hanya segitu uang cash yang kupunya. Kalau ternyata kurang, tulis saja nomor rekeningmu, nanti aku transfer. Thanks for last night. Servismu memuaskan,” Kedua bola mata Claire langsung melebar. “Hei! Aku bukan pelacur!”

Right after I am done with a meeting, I scroll through social media and come across a warning post with my company's location tagged. The title reads, "Avoid this place! Anyone who comes here is a sucker. The company is so stingy that it can't even provide decent snacks." The photos show the Starbucks drinks and five-star desserts I just asked my assistant to distribute to everyone. I frown and tag everyone in the group chat, asking for suggestions about the teatime snacks. A Gen Z intern, Alice Grimes, immediately sends a voice message, "No offense, Ms. Knox, but these mass-produced desserts are full of trans fats. Even dogs wouldn't eat them. A good company would hire Kitchelin chefs to cook on-site. Now that's called having true respect for employees." I laugh in disbelief. My company spends 50 dollars per person on daily tea time, which is considered top-tier in the industry. So, I reply, "Since it's hard to please everyone, we'll cancel teatime from now on and convert it into a cash allowance for everyone." Less than five minutes later, there is a new update in the social media post. "Guys, you won't believe this. I made a reasonable suggestion, and the petty boss just cut our teatime perk! This is how a typical capitalist behaves. They can't handle any honest feedback."

I ran into my boss when I was complaining to my best friend about how he actively made the workplace hostile for me. He fired off a barrage of questions, "Where's the annual report? Where's the script for the speech? I can't believe you have the gall to enjoy a meal when you have a mountain of work to do!" That was it. I slammed the table. "It's due tomorrow! What's the rush? Are you going to hold a funeral for yourself tomorrow?" My boss stormed off in a huff. I asked for the bill, but the waiter came with two. My table came up to 60 dollars, but the other ran up to 3,750. "Your boyfriend said you're paying for both. Cash or credit, miss?" Shawn Goodall put that impossible bill on my tab and called himself my boyfriend? Unbelievable! I called him, utterly incensed. Yet, he had the gall to say, "Get the receipt and claim it from finance." Then, he hung up. The waiter was going to call the cops if I didn't pay up, so I had no choice but to accept this bitter defeat. I was trying to claim the money the next day, but the cops arrested me instead. "Shawn Goodall died at midnight and was found in his house. You're his girlfriend and the last person he met. You're coming with us."