Cph4 Real Name

Bekerja sebagai seorang anggota polis berjawatan tinggi cukup membuatkan ASP Jimmy sentiasa disanjungi. Namun, lumrah manusia. Dalam seribu menyukai, pasti ada satu yang membenci. Thufaila Ajwa, jiran setaman yang sentiasa menganggap ASP Jimmy hidup dalam dunia kepura-puraan. Apa yang pasti, gadis itu sangat membecinya kerana kisah silam mereka. Prinsip Thufaila hanya satu.Selagi kudratnya masih ada, walaupun sesaat dia tidak akan membenarkan dirinya di bantu oleh lelaki spesis Jimmy. “Sekarang ini memanglah engkau tak perlukan aku lagi. Tapi nanti, percayalah yang kau perlukan aku dalam hidup kau. So, if anything happens just call my name!" -ASP JIMMY “Aku rasa mata aku ni membawa satu sumpahan! Kadang, aku rasa aku nak butakan mata disebabkan mata aku boleh tembus nampak ke dinding.” -AHMAD Kehadiran Ahmad sebagai jiran sebelah rumah Thufaila, membawa seribu misteri. Karakter dingin dan penampilan Ahmad berkaca mata hitam sepanjang masa, menjadi tanda tanya insan sekeliling. Di sebalik gaya yang cukup misteri, hanya ASP Jimmy sahaja yang mengetahui kelebihan Ahmad yang mampu meneliti objek tersembunyi di sebalik dinding. Pandangan mata boleh tembus ke dinding? Macam cerita fantasi saja bunyinya. Tapi itulah realiti yang Ahmad hadapi. Datangnya membawa ASP Jimmy mengembara ke peristiwa yang lama. Kerana dia, lelaki itu sanggup mengkaji semula kes pembunuhan bersiri, dua puluh tahun yang lalu. Kebenaran di sebalik pembunuhan bersiri itu perlukan jawapan. "Kenapa tuan sibuk nak buka semula kes lama? Kita nak cari dalang sebenar untuk kes Razlan Ishak! bukannya kes pembunuhan bersiri yang dah basi." Kerana tekadnya untuk merungkai sebuah misteri, kini ASP Jimmy berdepan masalah. Orang yang disayangi menjadi sasaran dan berdepan bahaya. "Kalau engkau nak betina ni selamat, engkau serahkan Ahmad dekat aku! Sebab dia tu hak aku. Engkau pilih antara dua. Ahmad atau dia." ASP Jimmy buntu. Mampukah dia menjadi pelindung buat Thufaila sedangkan dia tahu si gadis tidak perlukannya? Mampukah dia menempuh segalanya andai hati berbelah bahagi?

I quit and dipped. City threw a parade. Only Jenna Blake—my oh-so-gifted junior who claimed she could "see through killers' eyes"—lost it. At her celebration banquet, she went full drama queen: "I owe everything to Kate Mercer. Please, bring her back!" I laughed. Cold. Not happening. Last time around, I was the hotshot detective. But every clue I found? She dropped it first like she read my mind. People started saying I was washed. So I went all in—three months, no sleep, cracked a massive trafficking ring. Led the raid myself. She beat me there. Again. Place was cleaned out. Boom. She's the city's golden girl. I'm the clown with no game. Pressure got ugly. My head snapped. I died chasing the last scumbag. Then—bam. I woke up. Same day. Raid morning. Round two.

Bata pa lamang si Ariya ay siya na ang taga-salo ng problema ng kanyang kakambal na si Ayana. Dahil sumama ito sa lalaki gabi bago ang kasal nito kay Ashton Herrera ay napilitan si Ariya na pakasalan ang binata. Iyon na sana ang huling kahilingan na ibibigay niya sa ama kapalit ng limang milyon, ngunit gumuho ulit ang mundo niya nang malaman na buntis si Ayana at kailangan niyang magpabuntis sa binata bago siya umalis sa pamamahay nito. Tatlong buwan siyang namalagi sa bahay ng binata noong una ay galit na galit ito sa kanya, ngunit di maglaon ay tinanggap at minahal na rin naman siya nito. Ngunit bago niya pa maamin sa binata ang sekreto niya ay kinidnap na siya ng kanyang ama at ipinalit na nito si Ayana. Sa muli nilang pagkikita ay makakaya pa kaya niyang aminin sa binata na ang tunay nitong anak ay ang batang hawak-hawak niya? O hahayaan na lamang itong maging masaya sa piling ng kanyang kakambal? Magpaparaya na lang ba siya katulad ng palagi niyang ginagawa kahit na hinahanap na ng kanyang anak ang ama nito?

I was ready to leave the Vampire Academy's main campus with Liam, my childhood sweetheart. All because he told me he was being bullied. He was the unrecognized bastard of the Vance clan. Born with a fraction of the power we pure-bloods commanded. So I promised him. I would go with him to Duskfall Academy. A campus that didn't care about bloodlines or power. A place where he could finally belong. But the night before we were supposed to seal the transfer scrolls with our blood signets, he betrayed me. I heard his friend's sneering voice. "You drank beast blood and faked the whole abuse act just to dump Isabella Thorne? Damn, Liam. That's cold-blooded." Liam just shrugged. "I'm sick of her pure-blood, high-and-mighty attitude. And this is cleaner than having her clinging to me forever." My world shattered. I turned and walked away. On the ancient transfer scroll, I took my dagger and slashed through the name of Duskfall Academy. Then I wrote the name my family always intended for me: Crimson Fortress Academy, in the Evernight. It seemed everyone had forgotten. Even as fated blood-bond mates, I, Isabella Thorne, am the sole pure-blood heir to the Thorne clan. Once I sever our ties, he can crawl back to me on his knees, and I wouldn't let him have a single drop of my blood. He'll be nothing.

After fifteen years away, I was finally brought back to the DeLuca family. I thought I was returning to my real home. Instead, I walked into a house where the adopted daughter wanted me dead, my father treated me like a burden, and my brothers would rather watch me bleed than make her cry. On my first day back, she set dogs on me. That night, I was dragged to the top of the observatory and forced to apologize to her. When I fell from the tower covered in blood, they still called me a liar. Because in the DeLuca family, I may have been the real daughter by blood— but she was the daughter they loved. She thought she could bully me, poison me, and freeze me to death without consequence. She was wrong. Because the night I nearly died, my mother finally chose me—and turned a gun on the whole DeLuca family.

Harriet Avellino received a death sentence for killing the old billionaire, Sorren Fabroa, the owner of Fantell Architecture Firms. After serving the Fabroa Family and did her very best as the chairman’s secretary, Harriet couldn’t believe that she’ll be sentenced guilty at the crime she did not do. Although everyone knows how much Sorren treat Harriet as if his real granddaughter, no one took her side. At her last day, Harriet's friend visited her in the jail. She is Reese, an old friend who turned out to be the missing daughter of a billionaire Astell Wyatt, and also the fiancee of the man Harriet is in love with. Harriet thought that Reese visited her to tell that she believes her and to mourn in sorrow at the sad end of her friend. However… “I know you aren't the one who killed sir Sorren. But you need to disappear, Harriet,” said Reese with a grin on her lips. “For my happiness, the real heir must die. You'll do it since we're friends, right?” At the last day of her life, Harriet just found out that Reese stole her identity. She snatched her position as the heir of Wyatt corporation, and the chance to be the fiancee of Zion Fabroa, the man Harriet loves the most. But it is too late. When Harriet sat at the electric chair to receive her sentence, she knew it's too late for her. However, by the time she closed and opened her eyes, a miracle happened. The time turned back. And so, going back to the past, Harriet vowed to revenge at the people who abandoned her, who stabbed her from the back and those who stole her love and wealth that should be hers. The real heir came back with vengeance.

In my previous life, my sister thought that since my husband and I had high-paying jobs, she could swap her son with my child without anyone noticing. But twenty-five years later, the tables turned. My son had grown into a street thug, while her son—raised under my care—rose smoothly through life. Young as he was, he had already become a CEO. He was dutiful, bought me a villa, and even sent me traveling around the world. My sister barged into his company, waving a DNA test report, kicking up a scene, only to be thrown out by security. "Mr. Kieran said that even if you are his biological mother, you never gave him a single day of care," they told her. "So he refuses to acknowledge you." Breaking down completely, she drove her car into me and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the very day she switched our babies. This time, my sister clutched her own child tightly, a wild, triumphant grin on her face. "From now on, you can be the mother of a street thug," she sneered. "The villa and all those riches—they're mine!"

At the end of the year, I went to the spa and discovered a stranger had been using my VIP card. When I logged into my personal profile, the last three treatment records were not under my name. The preference section listed specific details about someone else. She was allergic to rose essential oil, preferred lavender, and her heating pad temperature could not exceed 108 degrees Fahrenheit. Her menstrual cycle fell around the 15th of each month, so no waist or abdomen treatments during that time. I stared at the screen, my palms turning cold. Only my husband, Zachary White, knew this password. At the time, he said he needed it to check the balance and renew my membership. I scrolled down and found a system note at the bottom: [Birthday treatment reserved for December 30, prepared according to Ms. Anderson's preferences.] Today was December 30. My phone vibrated. Zachary had sent a message: [Working late tonight. Won't be home.] Familiar laughter drifted from the hallway. Through the glass door, I watched Zachary walk into the adjacent room with his arm around a woman, the beautician hurrying forward to greet them. "Mr. White, we have Ms. Anderson's birthday treatment ready, just as you requested."

A kind of story that starts with a employee - employer relationship. Amber was hired to be a new secretary of Dranreb, CEO of Del Real Company. Dranreb fell for her the first time he saw her.

Eden Blake never believed in fairy tales—especially not the kind that begin with a billionaire’s offer and end in a penthouse suite. But when a desperate night leads to a fake engagement with cold, ruthless CEO Cassian Wolfe, Eden signs on for one month of pretending, pretending she’s in love... and pretending she isn’t falling for him. The rules were simple. No touching. No real feelings. No strings attached. But in Cassian’s world of press scandals, public enemies, and hidden trauma, the line between fake and real quickly blurs. And when secrets come to light—and hearts get involved—Eden realizes the most dangerous thing about the deal… is that it might be real after all. In this steamy, emotional billionaire romance, hearts are currency, secrets are leverage, and love might be the most expensive risk of all.