Chapter 20 Summary Huckleberry Finn

父の会社が倒産の危機に。 小さな会社の社長令嬢・土井琴葉（26）の前に現れたのは、世界的企業グループの若き次期CEO・世良伊吹（24）。救済の条件はまさかの契約結婚だった。 「これはビジネスです。会社を救うための最も合理的な方法ですよ」 会社のため愛のない結婚を受け入れた琴葉。 だが彼はなぜか琴葉をとろけるように甘やかし、異常なまでの執着を見せる。 「僕の人生で、ただ1人のかけがえのないパートナーですよ」 実は伊吹にとって琴葉は、20年前の初恋の相手だった。琴葉と結ばれることだけを希望に生きてきた伊吹は、巧妙な罠で彼女を囲い込んだのだ。 秘密を抱えた御曹司の、20年越しのヤンデレ執着ラブストーリー。

媽媽重病住院的20天裡，男友作為這家醫院的醫生，一次都沒去看她。 第一天，是因為小青梅搬家，他請了一天的假。 第二天，小青梅來醫院實習，他得跟著忙前忙後，事無鉅細。 第三天、第四天…… 媽媽住院在13層，顧沉工作在17層。 4層樓，坐電梯10秒，走樓梯兩分鐘。 可顧沉花了20天也不曾抵達。 媽媽出院那天，我獨自一人送她去火車站。 路上，我終於收到了顧沉的簡訊： 「曉曉養的寵物狗今天打預防針，我得先送她。」 這次，我沒有再沉默。 「好，我知道了。注意安全。」 我笑笑， 「另外，我們分手吧。」

　　女兒病重，急需患肝，老公沈知意是唯一配型成功的人。 　　我求了他20天，他終於答應回來捐肝。 　　我在手術室外等了一整天，他都沒有出現， 　　當天，沈知意的青梅蘇軟軟卻在朋友圈曬了他們的環球之旅照片。 　　「環球之旅的第20天，好幸福呀，沈醫生放棄進修，陪我一起幫女兒實現她的環球旅行夢想。」 　　我這才知道，原來我求沈知意的第一天，他就帶著蘇軟軟母女去旅行了。 　　晚上，我接到沈知意的電話： 　　「婉卿，甜甜期末考了100分，她的願望是爸爸媽媽陪她一起環遊世界。」 　　「你知道，她沒有爸爸…」 　　「我不忍心讓她願望落空，還有三天，我們就回來了。」 　　「沒多久，我就給女兒捐肝。」 　　三天後，沈知意來到醫院時，只見到了女兒的死亡證明。

Full name: Peachie Royal Nickname: Peach Age:18 Birthday: OCTOBER 10, 2002 Zodiac: Libra Height: 5'2 Most embarrassing moment: Peach is a Romance writer who doesn't believe in romance. Okay, she will admit it that she does believe in fairytales once in her lifetime. But sadly the prince charming who she thought will save her just left her! Who would have thought that her prince charming wouldn't choose her? That day she swore that she would not fall for a man with a prince's name. But destiny decided to become playful because a man named prince Caspian Sevastian just shook her life. Oh no!... what about her curse?! Is she going to break the curse spell just to love again?

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**Perfect Blind** *She pretended to be her blind twin. Then she watched her brother-in-law die. The killer tested her—held the bloody head five inches from her face. She didn't blink.* **But what he didn't know? She's not just pretending. She's hunting him too.** --- Jiang Yan has spent three months learning to be her blind twin sister: the walk, the voice, the empty stare. She breaks into Lin's apartment seeking a diary—evidence of a murder Yan committed ten years ago. Instead, she finds a body. A killer who knows sign language. And a "dead man" who won't stop breathing. Trapped in a locked room with two strangers and one lie, Yan must play the perfect blind woman while uncovering the truth: her sister isn't blind, her father isn't dead, and the murder she confessed to never happened. **In this family, everyone wears a mask. The only way out is to see through them all.** --- **Perfect for fans of:** - *The Silent Patient* (unreliable narrator) - *Gone Girl* (toxic sisterhood) - *Behind Her Eyes* (identity games) **Tags:** #PsychologicalThriller #TwistedFamily #BlindPOV #ShortRead #DarkSecrets --- **Word count:** 10,000 words | **Chapters:** 10 | **Reading time:** 45 minutes *Every chapter ends with a twist. The final page changes everything

Bianca is dying. Acute myeloid leukemia, stage three. The family doctor told me on the phone—bone marrow transplant, only option, perfect match. Identical twins share ninety-nine percent compatibility. I crushed the diagnosis report. My name was at the top: Gemma Blackwell. But the doctor trembled, whispering apologies. A clerical error. The sick twin was Bianca. The cure was me. I had to get home. Rain lashed the taxi windows. I rehearsed the scene: Father setting down his cigar, Mother gasping, me explaining the mix-up. The report has my name, but the blood work is Bianca's. I can fix this before it's too late. My phone lit up. Family group chat. Father's message was short: [Gemma is terminal. Bianca forbidden from donation. Family decision.] My blood turned to ice. They had seen the misdelivered file. They thought I was the one dying—and they had voted to let me rot. When I pushed open the door and saw Father, I felt it— the temperature drop, the world freezing around me. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Father," I said, my voice barely steady. "I have a question for you." He looked up from his cigar, annoyed. "If it were Bianca dying," I whispered. "Would you have made me give her my marrow?" The room went silent. He set down the cigar. A long pause. "No," he said finally. "Of course. We have resources. We would find another donor. We would never ask you to take that risk." I smiled a little. Just a small, sad smile. "Good," I said softly. "That's exactly what you said. Don't regret this."

They say Don Julian Marconi would burn the world for one tear of mine. Five years ago, at the Met Gala, he spent millions to hang emeralds around my neck and swore I was his Madonna. Five years later, beneath the velvet boxes of our anniversary, I found a lace strap soaked in sin—and a fresh, crimson smear on his collar that told me exactly whose bed he’d left. I smiled. I asked him to sign a blank sheet of paper. And that meant he was agreeing to whatever I wanted. He called it love. I called it the death warrant for his empire. In fifteen days, I finalized our divorce papers. I boarded the Stella d’Oro as Serena Cole and burned Celeste Marconi to ash on the deck. Then I vanished with his fortune, his power and the one secret that would destroy him. I was the saint he worshipped. Now I am the ghost who haunts him. No groveling. No forgiveness. No second chance. Just ashes.

The night I found out, I almost fixed it. Almost. My assignment had been changed to Everglades Academy. Two thousand miles south. Swamp territory. Three omegas died there last year. I'd asked Kael to file my school preference. Silver Peak Academy. Together. The way we'd planned since we were twelve, lying in the snow making promises to the stars. Now the screen said Everglades. I called him immediately. He picked up on the second ring, relaxed as always. "Hey." "My assignment," I said. "It says Everglades." "Oh." Not guilt. Recalibration. "Lil came by while I was filing yours. She wanted to play a prank—switched it to Everglades for a laugh." He laughed. Light. Careless. "Deadline's tomorrow night. Just override it yourself. It takes thirty seconds." "If I hadn't checked—" "But you did check." That patience. "Fen. You always check everything. That's why she knew you'd catch it. It was just a joke." Just a joke. So my future was a punchline. My life, someone else's entertainment. I said nothing. I packed my gear. I left for the transport hub on departure day. Kael found me at the platform. His smile was gone. "I told you to override it. You didn't change it back?" "No."

As Shawn’s stay-at-home Luna, I spent twelve winters scrubbing his floors and washing his clothes until my knuckles bled, and he called me Low-rent. I bore his children. I forged his son’s armor with my own hands. I waited for him to take me back to my birth pack—but he chose his adopted sister, Marga, over me, even for a simple journey to my father’s coastal lands. At dawn, I dried my tears and swallowed every ounce of bitterness. Then I returned to the territory I had abandoned and became the heir to the Pearlcoast Pack. The wife Alpha Shawn discarded now rules everything he cannot touch. And the word he feared most—alone—is the word I finally taste as power.