Classroom Of The Elite True Genius

Menceritakan kisah romantis sepasang suami istri yang baru saja menikah. Pada awalnya sama - sama menaruh rasa dan kekagumana antar keduanya

Kisah Cinta dalam diam atika dan maulana. Awalnya mereka berteman dekat sewaktu smp, karena mereka berada dalam satu organisasi. Namun, kedekatan mereka justru menimbulkan rumor, bahwa keduanya sedang menjalin hubungan. untuk menghindari kesalahpahaman, maulana memutuskan untuk menjauh dari atika. Namun, mereka dipertemukan kembali di kelas dan sekolah yang sama, saat mereka duduk di bangku SMA. Maulana bersikap cuek dan dingin terhadap atika, karena itulah atika sering di buat kesal oleh maulana. Namun, dibalik sikap cuek dan dinginnya, maulana menyimpan perasaan spesial pada teman SMP nya itu.

The day of my wedding photoshoot, my family's adoptive daughter tugs my veil off and asks loudly, "Aren't you our family's adoptive daughter? What are you doing here? Today's the day Ian and I are supposed to have our wedding photoshoot. Aren't you going to disgrace Ford Group by being here?" In the past, I would've run away in tears. Unfortunately for her, I'd been reborn. I slapped Aspen Miller and retorted, "What right do you have to speak to me? Who do you think you are, having a wedding photoshoot with Adrian? Are you worthy of being associated with Ford Group?"

In order to become the sole heiress of the Xander family, my younger sister schemed and manipulated, pushing me into depression and driving me to attempt suicide.Upon my rebirth, I vowed to seek revenge and would not tolerate injustice.It wasn't until one day when I met a girl who looked exactly like me that I discovered the truth: my sister was a fake heiress, and she harbored many hidden secrets...

Wade Collins is a genius who is affected by the mediocracy of normal life. Multi-billion deals no longer excited him, life was bland. Especially since he was not only a genius but also had the ability to see people’s true intentions. His life became interesting when Marianna crashed into it. Mistaking him as a bartender. She was the most genuine person he had ever met. And she had a proposal for him. She was willing to hire him as her husband. Well, it was not every day that he got prepositioned the way she did. And there was something about her that fired up his protective instincts. Well, there was one thing he knew for sure. His life was no longer boring. Not when he was now introduced to the family drama of opportunists, inheritance wars and corporate subterfuge

Du Shen, anak muda dari desa terpencil Yaocun, hidup damai bersama orang tuanya hingga tragedi mengerikan menghancurkan segalanya. Ia mendapati desanya terbakar habis, dan warga, termasuk ayahnya, menjadi korban kekejian para kelompok bandit. Ketidakberdayaan menyaksikan kehancuran itu menanamkan dendam mendalam di hati Du Shen. Sayangnya ia terlalu lemah untuk mencoba menghentika para bandit itu. Tubuh kecilnya menyerah pada kelelahan dan trauma, hingga ia terbangun di tempat asing, dirawat oleh seorang lelaki tua misterius. Lelaki itu menawarkan bimbingan untuk menjadikan Du Shen lebih kuat. Di bawah pelatihan keras sang guru, Du Shen menempa dirinya, bertekad menuntut balas dan melampaui batasnya. Namun, perjalanan menuju balas dendam ini dipenuhi tantangan dan misteri yang akan menguji tekadnya. Inilah awal dari kisah epik seorang anak muda yang kelak dikenal sebagai "Dewa Racun."

After a venomous snake bites me, my husband, Daniel Dawson, injects the only antivenom into my adopted sister, Grace Winton. Before I black out, I see my parents, Daniel, and my son, Ethan Dawson, all gathered around Grace, while I lie alone on the grass, completely ignored. When I come to, my colleague shakes his head and tells me the toxin has already spread. Within 48 hours, my body will begin to rot from the inside, and I'll die in unbearable pain. I give up the conservative plan and swallow a potent painkiller instead. Over the next two days, I transfer the hospital my grandfather gave me and every asset in my name to Grace. I divorce Daniel and place both his and Ethan's hands into Grace's. When I put Grace's name on the amyotrophic lateral sclerosis treatment protocol I've spent five years developing, they finally smile, hold my hand, and tell me we're finally a real family. I stay silent and only smile at them. I wonder what their faces will look like two days later when they see my body.

The day my birth parents found me, the reunion banquet they threw turned into their funeral. My parents and their adopted daughter, Leila, died of food poisoning that night. The only one who survived was my older brother, Alpha Kian. He didn’t like sweets, so he never touched the cake. The cake that I handed to them myself. “So you want to take Leila’s place. “You’re just jealous because she got all our love! “She was the only one who ever accepted you, and you still killed her!” Those were Kian’s exact words as he shouted at me right outside the hospital room. From that day on, I became a sinner. To make up for it, I barely slept four hours a night and worked five jobs just to buy back the villa the rival pack seized during the chaos. However, the day I finally saved up enough, I saw my dead parents throwing a birthday party for Leila in that very villa. Kian stood among them, looking at her with a warmth I didn’t recognize. My mother said, “Isn’t today also Lily’s birthday? It’s been eight years. Maybe it’s time to forgive her.” However, Kian didn’t hesitate to refuse. “No. Even though Leila sniffed out the wolfsbane and saved you, we agreed that Lily gets ten years. “We can’t risk her ever trying to poison Leila again. Not even a day less.” I clutched the diagnosis paper from the clinic tightly and laughed through my tears. I knew I wouldn’t get to ten years. I was already dying.

To find the missing fake heiress, my family forced me to undergo a memory extraction. They were convinced that I had bullied her for the past three years and driven her to run away. I gave a bitter smile and let them continue. As the memories surfaced one after another, the truth became clear. I was the one who had been bullied all along. My parents, overcome with guilt, clutched my hands so tightly they nearly fainted. My brother’s eyes were bloodshot, his teeth grinding until he drew blood. In their arms, I looked up in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?”

When my mother finally found the real heiress, she was on her knees selling shoes on the street. And to my surprise, I recognized her—she was none other than my fiancé's first love. Determined to oust me, the fake heiress, she played her part well, putting on a daily show to make me look bad. I was content to play along, enjoying our little game, until my fiancé’s offhand remark, “Was that really necessary?" shattered my composure. Fine, I thought, “You can keep this husband and family. I’ve got better things to do—like finding my real parents.”