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My roommate was a classic bimbo. When I went to arrange a jogging meetup, she mistyped it as a hookup and sent it straight into the group chat, then burst into tears and claimed she didn't know how to retract the message. When I went to meet my jogging buddy, she told everyone that she ran into my "hookup buddy." At the end, she even covered her mouth and giggled sweetly, saying, "I always mix words up." After a few stunts like that, my reputation was utterly ruined, and the entire class shut me out. Later, she used her "clumsiness" as an excuse to spike my milk with sleeping pills, causing me to miss a major exam. She even dropped toxic bacteria into my water cup and killed me outright. And all of it was over something that stupid: the guy she had a crush on had casually helped me carry my luggage on the first day of school. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very first day of freshman orientation. This time, I am going to let her experience what it felt like to be ruined—and killed—by a so-called idiot.

Today happens to be Yvonne Ziegler's birthday. Yvonne is Shawn Jacobson's, my husband's, newly hired personal assistant. Shawn spares no expense in buying her a villa as a birthday present, and Yvonne haughtily takes to social media to show off on the day she moves in. "I'd like everyone to know that I'm married to a wealthy man now." Shawn comments on the post, saying, "Happy birthday, my beloved Yvonne!" In the picture, Shawn's hand rests intimately on Yvonne's slender waist, leaving no doubt about their intimate relationship. In that instant, the company's group chat erupts into a frenzy of notifications, as colleagues declare their envy of Yvonne and heap praise upon her for being young and accomplished. Oscar Jagger, my childhood friend, notices the picture and immediately tags me in the group chat. He then sends me a pointed, teasing message, saying, "Shawn's display of love is so glaring! Congrats on being cheated on, Leslie!" I manage a bitter, wry smile, taking my time to type out the response. "Do you need a villa as well, Oscar? I'm happy to give you a place—a much nicer one than Shawn's, of course."

Just after stepping out of the shower, I received a private message from my so-called uncle, Hank Shephard—a distant relative I barely ever spoke to. "Francis, that new car you posted looks impressive. Perfect for William's wedding!" I hadn't even figured out how to reply to that out-of-nowhere comment when another message popped up. "Your cousin William is getting married next month. Just treat your car as his wedding gift." The entitlement in his tone made my head hurt. I didn't bother arguing and closed the chat window. Apparently, he did not think there was anything wrong with what he had said. Messages kept coming. "Don't worry, your uncle won't let you suffer a loss. "When it's your turn to get married, I'll have William drive that car as your lead wedding car. It'll make you look good." I stared at the screen in silence. That was the moment I realized—Some people don't just feel entitled to your belongings. They believe your life exists to serve theirs.

Désespérée de se sortir de toutes les dettes qu'elle a héritées de son père, Anna devient membre ChatGirl d'une plateforme de chat avec des millionnaires prêts à payer pour une bonne conversation. Malgré les conseils de sa meilleure amie de ne tomber amoureuse d'aucun de ses clients, Anna enfreint la règle principale et commence à éprouver des sentiments pour Orion, un homme qui la plonge dans un monde d'exploration où elle découvre sa sensualité. Ce qu'Anna ignore, c'est que derrière l'identité d'Orion se cache son odieux et détestable patron Derek Morgan qui, à son tour, ignore totalement que la jeune femme au corps de déesse qui le rend fou chaque soir n'est autre que sa secrétaire débraillée et insupportable. Que se passera-t-il lorsque ces deux-là dévoileront leur identité ?

Mariés depuis quatre ans, Louis, qui ne poste jamais rien sur Instagram, a soudain publié une story ce matin : « Une petite chatte trop gourmande. » La photo montrait une fille avec un serre-tête rose aux oreilles de chat, le visage rougi par le piquant de la fondue, tirant la langue. C'était Yukki, la nouvelle streameuse de son entreprise. En moins d'une minute, un des nos amis communs a commenté : « Mec, t'as oublié de changer de compte ! » Alors, cette publication a disparu comme par magie, mais on l'a vite retrouvée sur la page Instagram de Yukki. Peu après, l'appel de Louis est arrivé. Avant, j'aurais déjà pris une capture d'écran, et appelé direct pour lui demander des explications — et bien sûr, fini en dispute impossible à calmer. Mais cette fois, je suis restée là , à attendre que l'appel coupe de lui-même.

On the day of my ninth wedding attempt, my fiancé, Lucas Yearwood, leaves me jilted again. This time, I follow him. I see him holding his adoptive sister's hand as they walk into the obstetrics department. "Lucas, I dreamed that we're having a boy—he's definitely going to be as handsome as you." Watching the two of them laugh and chat like that, I feel my blood freeze. After I chased Lucas for seven years, I got a chance to use a debt of gratitude to force a marriage contract out of him. I backed him into a corner to make him marry me. Everyone thinks I can't survive without him. But this time, I hand the marriage contract back and leave him without looking back. On my wedding day, he calls me. "Viv! Where are you right now?" I'm in the shower. My new husband picks up the call for me. "Do you have business with my wife?" Later, I hear Lucas turned all of Riverville upside down, digging through every trash can to find our marriage contract.

Jessie watched Justice North from the far corner of the room and bit her lip. She really wanted to work up the nerve to approach him. He’d been on the news often but he appeared even taller and better-looking in person. Not too many people intimidated her but the man who had been appointed the leader of the New Species Organization by his own people was one of those rare few. She respected strength and courage, something he seemed to have in abundance. She debated the wisdom of having a conversation with him. Justice gave orders to her bosses and held the power to change some of the task-force policies that she didn’t agree with. The chance of finding another opportunity to have a chat with him was slim to none. She wasn’t allowed to attend briefings her team leader held with the tall Species leader. Her opinion was irrelevant to him but the issues were important. She hesitated, considering the ramifications. Tim Oberto would haul her into his office if he found out she’d gone over his head. He’d be his normal loud self and tear her to verbal shreds.

Pacaran dengan adiknya, bercinta dengan abangnya. Terdengar nyeleneh, bukan? Itulah yang dialami sama Kinara Putri. Mati-matian dia mempertahankan pendapatnya kalau pria yang dia cintai itu ialah Rega, pria baik, mencintainya dengan tulus dan tak pernah menyentuhnya walau di bibir. Akan tetapi, mati-matian pula Kaisar menggodanya, mulai dengan cara yang halus sampai cara kasar sekali pun. Sialnya, Kinara malah terpancing oleh bujuk rayu setan yang menyerupai pria tampan jantan mapan bernama Kaisar Lerian Widjaya itu. Fakta kalau Kaisar adalah abangnya Rega, sudah membuat Kinara kelimpungan. Kinara tak ingin menyakiti pacarnya, tapi kejadiannya ia malah menyakiti Rega. Fakta baru lagi seolah menyadarkan Kinara kalau dia tak boleh tergoda oleh Kaisar, karena pria itu adalah abang iparnya. Istri Kaisar yang bernama Luna adalah kakak Kinara yang sudah lama terpisah. Ke manakah sesungguhnya hati Kinara akan berlabuh? Akankah hatinya berlabuh pada pria yang tulus mencintainya atau malah terseret godaan berselingkuh dengan sang abang ipar? ***

Silas Thorne est l'insolence incarnée. Alpha pur-sang, il ne collectionne que les partenaires Omégas, aimant leur fragilité apparente. Il ne remarque jamais Dante Vance, le secrétaire efficace et "Oméga" qui travaille dans son entreprise . Ce que Silas ignore, c’est que Dante est le cerveau derrière le réseau criminel qui menace son empire : un Stigma dont la puissance dépasse l'entendement. Dante nourrit une haine passionnée pour Silas. Il veut le briser autant qu'il veut le posséder. Profitant de la faiblesse de Silas lors d'un rut précoce qu'il a lui-même orchestré, Dante l'isole dans un hôtel de luxe. Entre haine et désir, les rôles s'inversent. Silas se réveille avec des souvenirs flous d'une étreinte d'une force surhumaine croyant un reve de comprendre comment un simple Oméga a pu le dominer ainsi. Le jeu du chat et de la souris commence, mais qui est la proie ?

On the third day of my business trip out of state, someone new joined the group chat formed for my son's class. It had been quiet for weeks when she suddenly sent a voice message. I tapped it, and an unfamiliar woman's voice played through my phone. "Hello, everyone. I'm the new language teacher at the school, and I'm also Tony Gardner's mother. Looking forward to getting to know you all!" My whole body went cold. I opened the group member list and checked it over and over. My son's name was Tony Gardner, and she said she was Tony Gardner's mother. Then, who the hell was I? I immediately called my husband. "Did someone get added to the parent group by mistake?" He paused on the other end before he laughed it off like it was nothing. "Oh, probably just a mix-up. The school has so many kids. It's not unusual for kids to have the same names. What's the matter? Did something happen?" I kept my voice light and told him everything was fine. The second I hung up, I booked the next flight home and headed straight to my son's school.