Cast Of 100 Novels & Stories

As a member of the piano club, I arrived early with the others to rehearse in the auditorium. When the competition began, every club performed their best work, each one chasing the championship. When our turn came, Ocko and I walked onto the stage together. He would play the secondary part, I the lead. I wore a white dress that flowed like light when I moved; he stood beside me in a black suit—together, we looked like perfect balance, night and day. The audience's eyes softened, some glimmering with playful curiosity. I met Ocko's gaze and smiled; he returned one just as warm.

"And I don't owe you my heart just because you finally decided to act like a husband. Eighty-five days left." I opened the door and walked out into the corridor, leaving the billionaire CEO trapped in his glass tower, choking on the realization that his ultimate sacrifice was still three years too late.

One day, hunting for a file, I logged into my email. I froze. Over ten thousand unread messages lit up the screen. For a second, I thought I'd been hacked. Then I looked closer. Every single one was from Donna. [Hector, my company's bankrupt. I'm drowning in debt. Creditors call nonstop, asking where I am. I'm breaking down.] [Hector, where are you? I want to fly abroad and find you, but I don't even know what country you're in.] [Hector, I wait at Leandro Corp's entrance every day, hoping you'll show up. The guards look at me like I've lost it.]

They all arrived. I felt something cold settle in my chest. “All ten?” I asked. Mrs. Rose didn’t deny it. She simply said, “Yes.” That single word shifted the weight of the room again. Not dramatically. Quietly. But permanently. Ten women. Ten arrivals. Ten versions of me, or something close enough to make resemblance impossible to ignore. My thoughts drifted back to Silas’s earlier words. The first wife looked exactly like you. Not similar. Not symbolic. Identical.

"Unbelievable! Why would she suddenly resign?" "Guess you haven't heard about it yet, huh? Mr. Lawson went to the city hall today to propose, but apparently, he got stood up!" "What? Are you serious?" "Absolutely. I saw it with my own eyes. It's been the talk of the town!" one of them insisted. "That's right. Turns out Isabella was the person Mr. Lawson wanted to propose to!" another exclaimed. "T-That's crazy… Are you sure it's not some fake news?"

Child trafficking—fact. I crouched in front of her. "You were switched when you were little. I'm your mom. Your name isn't Emma Miller. It's Leah Madison. Come home with me, okay? Everyone's waiting." Leah glanced at Wade, hesitant. Wade smirked and spat. "You leave, I'll break your legs!" An officer grabbed his arm. "Behave." "Mom, take me with you." Her face stayed calm—no panic. Wade's expression flickered. He lunged at her, but the police pinned him down.

"Oh, and it's Celene! You're here." "Um, Celene, what's happening? Who are these people?" Clara looked at the three of us. Her face is full of confusion. But when I thought that my trouble will be over... "Hey, don't bully Celene! Just because all of you are Dare, you could do whatever you want with anyone." Ah. Why is Monica here as well? I'm only halfway through the day, yet I'm already exhausted. I kneaded my head as if I were suffering from a headache. Forget about playing with Clara, I just want to go home now.

10 million: Chapter: 6 Kent Mia’s is this place near the campus where everyone like to grab a bite. But I didn’t expect it to be EVERYONE. “Hi, Vicky! It’s really you?” Another acquaintance drops by our table to greet her. Jesus, this is the sixth time this evening. “OMG, Mark! You are in town?” This time Ms Irwin gets really excited that she almost jumps.

"Evelyn, if there’s a chance..." "Arthur, please," Evelyn interrupted gently, her voice cracking slightly. She looked at Julian, her old friend, who knew exactly how much pain she had already endured in secret. "What are the realistic odds, Julian? Don't give me the brochure version." Julian sighed, sliding his hands into his pockets. He looked remarkably human in that moment, the sterile doctor persona fading away. "Ten percent, Evelyn. Maybe fifteen if your heart stays strong through the first cycle. It won't cure you. But it could buy you an extra year. Maybe two."

ANASTASIA "A hundred million dollars!!!" I shrieked in horror. What did I just read from the paper? I was going to get paid a hundred million dollars for acting as his wife for a hundred days, not me, Scarlet, whoever she might be, I think we might have a striking resemblance to each other. I looked up at him, my eyes widened in shock. Maybe this was a joke. How could he offer such a huge amount for a fake marriage? From the stern look he had on his face, it was obvious that he meant business. He wasn’t joking at all. I could tell that if I didn’t give him an answer soon, he would lose his cool.