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While inspecting the hotel owned by my family, I start to feel hungry after ordering some food at the hotel restaurant. Before the food is served, I munch on a small piece of bread roll for the time being. Suddenly, the lobby manager comes up to me and hands me a piece of paper. "Hello, sir. We do not allow outside food here. It has been 8 minutes and 30 seconds since you entered our restaurant. The total cost of your meal is 1,500 dollars. You'll be fined 1.28 million dollars." I am briefly stunned as I look at the piece of paper detailing the amount I should pay. Then, I take a picture of the piece of paper and send it to the group chat that has all the members of the board of directors

I'm a Gen Z rookie at work. When my boss is being poured a drink, I intercept the bottle. When he gives a speech, I strike up a chat. He opens the car door, and I hop right in. I don't do overtime, and I never take the fall. My manager wants to steal my credit and pocket my bonuses? Hilarious. The company belongs to my family. Your boss is my dad!

The day I'm promoted, my mother gets on her knees and begs me for a monthly allowance of 500 dollars to cover her living expenses. Yet I refuse without any hesitation. Left with no choice, she gets an influencer to put me on blast. "I only need 500 dollars a month. 50 packs of plain pasta can last me two months, and I can grow some vegetables to save on groceries. "I'll even split my high blood pressure pills in half to make them last. Please. I raised you. You can't just abandon me now that I'm old!" On camera, my expression remains cold as I shoot her down. "I've got money, but I'd rather spend that money on dog food than give it to you. And that's because you don't deserve a single ce

After I get detained in the police station, my husband, Gavin Pratt, specifically comes over to bail me out. But I grip a policeman's arm without letting go. "I'm the one who did it! Hurry up and arrest me!" In my previous life, I was surrounded by the family members of a car crash victim. A bar owner and a saleswoman who sold cosmetics were there as well. They claimed that I had gone into a drunken frenzy and stole perfume from the store. On top of that, I even ran a red light and hit someone with my car. I kept explaining the truth to everyone, yet no one believed me. Instead, they all had me surrounded and beat me up till I died. When I wake up again, I've returned to the day I'm de

On New Year's Eve, I prepare a feast. The clock strikes twelve, but my husband, Vincent Porter, still isn't home. My daughter, Lorelei Porter, tugs at my sleeve and holds up my phone. "Look Mommy, Daddy is at this lady's house!" Vincent has posted an update on Twitter. He is with Christine Snow, his childhood sweetheart. They are smiling at the camera, with a boy who looks about ten standing between them. In front of them sits a swan-shaped cake. The caption reads, "The most special day for the most special you." My heart sinks into my stomach. A marriage that came later in life can never compete with a pair of childhood sweethearts. I accept defeat.

At ten years old, I watched my mom jump to her death in a rainstorm. That same night, my dad brought home a glamorous woman and her nine-year-old daughter. I had feared and hated rainy days since then. My husband once helped me face that childhood trauma, staying by my side through every storm and promising, "Don't worry, Lena, you'll never face your fears alone." But when I refused to pick up his new assistant, he abandoned me on a highway in pouring rain, saying, "Marie is your sister, and you left her out there? Walk home!" That night, the rain never stopped, and I walked thirteen hours along a dark, endless road. That was when I decided I was done with him.

[HI, THIS STORY WILL BEGIN UPLOADS IN SEPTEMBER, I WILL REVISE THE CHAPTERS AND CONTINUE FROM WHERE I STOPPED INSTEAD OF REWRITING!] “You still hate me, don't you? even now?” He whispers against my lips. I can hear the hope in his words... he wants me to dispel his fears. “Yes, don't expect it to change, Lucian. Hate is all we have.” ********* Lucian Montague and Percival "Percy" Whitmore have never been close. As stepbrothers, their relationship is strained by years of resentment—the result of an affair between Lucian's mother and Percy's father that shattered both their families. But when Lucian becomes the victim of a brutal attack that leaves him unable to walk, everything changes.

When Percy Blackwell, the enigmatic son of a billionaire, lands in a private prison ward for murder, he’s untouchable, charismatic, dangerous, and entirely unapologetic. Nothing matters to him… except the woman who’s been assigned to guard him. Isla Soren thrives on control. A seasoned prison officer, she’s used to keeping chaos in check, until Percy tests every rule, every limit, and every restraint she’s ever held. In a place where intimacy is forbidden, every stolen glance, every tense conversation, and every quiet act of defiance sparks a dangerous obsession. Their affair is a game of power and desire, each willing to bend rules and break boundaries for the other. But in a world where

Freya's life turned three hundred sixty degrees when she found out her mate and boyfriend, Dominic cheated on her. As a sort of revenge, she rejected Dominic right in front of the crowd after being installed as an alpha of their pack and ran away until she bumped into some mysterious man who looked like Dominic and turned out to be her ex' uncle namely Alpha Percy of the other neighboring pack. Alpha Percy was deeply smitten with Freya even when at first met. He was one of the sought bachelors among all the alphas in the north, but no woman appealed to him. Until he met Freya. There was one problem— regardless of offering her the world, she continued driving him away saying he

This look on your face is seriously making me hard, you know?” “What the…” I smacked his hand away and pushed him back, only for him to lower the car seat in a swift movement I barely saw. Before I could react, he pinned me down on the passenger seat. With a single hand, he held both of mine while straddling me. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing!?” I protested, struggling and squirming to free myself from his tight grasp. "Hold still" he ordered. I shouldn’t have followed him. My instincts were right. Percy Claude thought his final year of college would be simple, graduate, stay loyal to his girlfriend, and keep his quiet life intact. But when a dangerous and mysterious man who seem