Daishou Daishou No Mi

Kayla Reeds a single woman who pretends to be a mother to secure a job. Her boss, Liam Chen through her lies, her deceit falls for her and they both begin a twisted romance.

Richard Lorde’s childhood friend had just become a widow. On our fifth wedding anniversary, he brought his childhood friend and her daughter into a karaoke box and removed my ring right before everyone. “Lily needs a proper status right now. It’s no longer right for you to wear that ring. “Resign from your job tomorrow and take care of Lily and her daughter.” Everyone in the room fell silent as they waited for me to blow my top off. But I said nothing. I calmly brought out the divorce agreement I had already signed, put it on the table, and left. My best friend stood up to advise me against it, but Richard just swung the wine glass and snorted. “Let her. She’ll come begging for my forgiveness before tomorrow.” When I slammed the door shut, I heard laughter from the room. What they did not know was that half an hour ago, I had received a message telling me that my visa application had been approved. The person in charge of picking me up had been waiting at my house ten minutes ago. This time, I was not turning back.

This is the ninth year Dante and I have honored the Month of No Masters. The Corinni family's heir apparent believes this will make our relationship last longer. For one month after our dating anniversary each year, he is free, and we stay out of each other's lives. If either of us finds someone more suitable, we are to wish them well. If not, we go back to the way things were after a month. Around me, the men of the family are spraying champagne with abandon. "To another year of freedom! Congratulations to our Underboss on reclaiming his bachelor status!" "The family betting pool is open! Place your bets on the left if you think they'll still get married, and on the right if you think it's over for good!" Through the hazy cigar smoke, I sat on the corner of a leather sofa, a cold observer, as if this whole farce had nothing to do with me. Dante's hand was curled around Scarlett's waist as he brushed past me, whispering, "Don't get any ideas. You'll always be my only Donna." "I'm a kite. No matter how far I fly, the string is always in your hand." I pressed my cold fingers against the gentle swell of my belly, my expression a blank mask. Dante, this time at the family's betting table, I'm putting my money on "the end." I'm going to vanish from your world completely. That kite string you're so proud of? Tonight, I'm cutting it myself.

The day before Chris Carter and I were supposed to get engaged, my parents sent me to prison. Three years later, when I was finally released, Chris was the only one who came to pick me up. I knew he despised me. I trembled, keeping my head down, hoping to slip away unnoticed. But he blocked my path, frowning. “Emily York? You stink.” He pinched his nose and told me to get in the car. I fell to my knees, desperately begging him not to take me home. If he did, I would die. He looked at me with chilling indifference and said, “Then go ahead and die.” I agreed. But later, he cried and begged me to stay alive.

Two years ago, she did everything she could to marry him. Finally, her wish came true.She thought by giving it her all, it would eventually pay off.However, after their marriage, all he had given her was a life worse than death.Because of how merciless and cruel he was, her feelings for him eventually withered away.But just when she had decided to leave, he was the one who refused to let her go…

I was twelve when Henry Shaw took me home from the orphanage, gave me a new name, put me through school, and gave me a good life. Ten years later, his first love returned from abroad. Her name sounded like mine, and her face looked like a mirror image. I quickly realized I had been a stand-in all along. Crushing the diagnosis in my pocket, I decided that I was going to live the rest of my life for myself, even if I did not have much time left.

" How about I burst your bubble?" With that I landed my hot fists on his handsome face, causing the Billionaire Godlike man to stagger on his feet. " Let's see who lick whose shoes then.." I smirked and pulled him by the collar of his shirt. "Kiss the floor I walk on, Wesley Cooper."

I trusted her. I trusted him. Big mistake. When I caught my husband and my best friend tangled in betrayal, my world shattered. And my daughter? She chose her as her new mom. Me? Just a housewife. Just the ‘overbearing mom’ who cared too much. Done. I walked away, leaving their apologies and tears in the dust. My husband dropped to his knees, begging, “Please, come back. We can fix this.”My daughter clung to me, crying, “Mom, don’t leave me.” I laughed: “Fix it? Don’t leave? Too late. You had your chance. I don’t need either of you anymore.”

Con veinticinco semanas de embarazo, Julieta García descubrió la infidelidad de su esposo durante una revisión prenatal. Con el cuerpo hinchado por la gestación y un aspecto descuidado, sostenía con dificultad su vientre abultado, mientras la joven amante de su marido la llamaba esa mujer. Delante de todos, él la miraba con un desdén abierto Pero la primera vez que Julieta conoció a Héctor Gómez, ella también fue el centro de todas las miradas, admirada y rodeada de halagos. Convencido de que ella había logrado casarse con él gracias a esa relación, Héctor tomó la iniciativa de divorciarse. En ese instante, su corazón murió por completo. Desde los años universitarios hasta el mundo laboral, ocho años de amor silencioso y de entrega absoluta demostraron no valer nada. Tras dar a luz, Julieta firmó el acuerdo de divorcio y se marchó sin volver la vista atrás. *** Cinco años después. Ella se había convertido en una poderosa empresaria multimillonaria. Era deslumbrante, segura de sí misma, talentosa, y no le faltaban pretendientes. El mismo Héctor, que en su momento insistió en divorciarse, nunca llegó a recoger el certificado de divorcio. Julieta presentó entonces una demanda judicial. Héctor, que antes la despreciaba, empezó a aferrarse a ella y, frente a cada pretendiente que se le acercaba, respondía con una venganza implacable. Hasta que Julieta apareció del brazo de otro hombre y anunció su compromiso. Héctor la acorraló contra la pared, fuera de control, y le espetó con voz ronca: —¿Casarte con otro hombre? Ni lo sueñes.

In the seventh year of my engagement with Nathan Galloway, he has inherited everything from his dead older brother, including his newly widowed sister-in-law, Catherine Wilkins. Whenever Nathan is done sleeping with Catherine, he'll hug me and comfort me gently. "Just wait for a little longer, Jojo. Once Cathy gets pregnant, we'll have our own wedding." This is the Galloways' only condition for Nathan to inherit the family's assets. In the six months following his return to Ravelton, Nathan has visited Catherine's room 52 times. He initially started off with just one visit per month. But slowly, the visits have been increasing to the point that he now visits her once every two days. Finally, when I spend my 52nd sleepless night sitting in my room and waiting for Nathan's return, I receive the news of Catherine's pregnancy. But at the same time, the news of Nathan and Catherine's upcoming marriage breaks out as well. "Mommy, is someone getting married in this household?" As I stare at the wedding decorations in the villa, I just pull my son, Theo Huber, into a hug with a blank expression. "Yeah. Your daddy is about to marry the woman he loves. That's why it's time for us to move out." What Nathan doesn't know is that we Melshes couldn't care less about marriage.