Dead Poets Society Seize The Day

My boyfriend Julian is a chess grandmaster, a genius. At sixteen, he became the youngest grandmaster in North American history. I gave him ten years of my life, but a ring was never on the table. But when he reached the pinnacle of his career and won the Grand Slam, he still refused to break the pact he'd made with his family about his career. "According to my plan, I'm not considering marriage or any other form of long-term commitment until all my goals are achieved." I didn't argue with him. I quietly packed his luggage for the World Championship and wished him the best. He had no idea that at the very moment he was lifting the championship trophy with the world watching, I was dragging my failing body to sign my own name on a euthanasia consent form.

On my wedding day, the first love of my boyfriend appeared and declared she wanted my place at the altar. Sobbing theatrically, she pleaded, "Claire, I’m seriously ill. You have your whole life to be with Evan. Just let me have this wedding." And my boyfriend backed her up without hesitation. "Claire, you’re already pregnant with my child, and we’ve signed the marriage papers. You’ve got everything you need. This wedding? It doesn’t matter." The guests gawked, while I stood there as the punchline of their jokes. But instead of causing a scene, I kept my composure. That same day, I booked an abortion and looked his first love straight in the eye with a smile. "Sure, take the wedding, and take him too. He’s all yours."

Her name is Jennifer, a single industrious lady. After discovering she has coronal artery disease and have only but 3months to live. She called her parents to spend her last days with them before she die. They gave her one condition. That they will come if she's married/getting married. She lied and said she's married and they agreed to come. To fix everything in order, she need someone who she will employe as a contract, that will pretend and act like her husband throughout her parents stay. She met Mike, a commercial bus driver and offered to pay $500k for one month who declined the offer but later showed up on the very day her parents arrived, and in process, he became the best thing that ever happened to her.

Lucas Martin had never been so tolerant since his transfer to White Day High after being expelled from Aspho. He would recklessly use his newly-discovered Fire Starter skills to protect himself, but always been stopped by his cousin Moon Martin. But his misconception about him not needing anyone made him drove Moon away as he always did. When he learned about the news of an upcoming Tournament game, he started to partake and hoped that he will be selected to be a part of the school's group. He will soon realize how bad his transfer into White Day High had gotten after the Aspho Principal, Mister Vacio, insisted on his approval to either transfer back to Aspho High or stop participating in the White Day's group. Lurking with this dilemma wan an identity that said to be Lucas' past self that he didn't know if it's true or not. But as he continued fighting over his stay at his school with the rage of everyone and the aim to defeat Aspho High, he started to pick up pieces of information regarding the past self he was told while the tournament slowly come. Those intricate circumstances left Lucas with no other option but to defeat Aspho High with the hatred he has for Mister Vacio who kept getting onto his ways. The Division Skills Tournament was about to confront what its nature has only hinted from hearsays and its danger no one dared to whisper. The life-or-death fight over the victory of his school has a lot to hide than anyone anticipated.

“One night, one ring, and one mistake I can’t take back… Because the man I married in Vegas is now my mother’s fiancé.” Lena Carter thought a wild night in Las Vegas would help her forget her cheating ex. She didn’t expect to wake up in a penthouse suite with a six-carat ring on her finger—and a marriage certificate linking her to a mysterious, sinfully gorgeous stranger named Roman Wolfe. She left before sunrise, hoping to erase the night from her memory. Until two months later… when her mother introduces him as her new fiancé. Roman doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t forget. And when Lena finds out she’s pregnant, hiding the truth gets harder every day—especially when Roman refuses to keep his distance. “You’re already mine, Lena,” he whispers against her skin. “That ring may be gone, but I still own every part of you. Including the baby you’re carrying.” Now, trapped in a web of secrets, lies, and forbidden desire, Lena must choose: Protect the people she loves... or surrender to the man who already owns her body and heart.

Since the day she was born, Aviana Rain has always had a rough life. Things always went from bad to horrible for her. From being mentally, physically, and verbally abuse to being left almost dead. Being in situations nobody should ever experience or be put into. She has never experienced love, until HIM.

Three years ago, during our marking ceremony, my fated mate suddenly proposed to my stepsister, Ashley Calisto. When I was publicly humiliated, Owen Wagner, Alpha of the pack and president of the Wolf Alliance, started to pursue me obsessively. A few months later, I became his Luna. He has treated me with great care and tenderness for the past three years. That is, until I get pregnant and accidentally overhear his secret conversation with a witch. "I need a potion that will kill the pup in her womb without her noticing," Owen says. The witch asks in confusion, "Alpha Owen, why don't you want this heir?" Owen replies coldly, "The only one worthy of bearing my pup is Ashley. This entire thing had been orchestrated to protect Ashley anyway." So, all this tenderness has just been part of a carefully crafted lie. If that's the case, I'll let them have each other.

My dad collapsed from a sudden heart attack and died. The shock hit my mom like a freight train, and she blacked out cold. By the time I raced home from college, his body had already been reduced to ashes in the crematorium. Grief barely had a chance to sink in before the debt collectors pounded on our door. That was when the ugly truth emerged. My dad had secretly racked up billions in loans, saddling my mom and me. A year later, the relentless harassment from those goons drove my mom to despair. She ended her life, and I was forced to drop out of school, scavenging dumpsters just to scrape by. But fate had a cruel twist in store. I spotted my "dead" dad, alive and thriving, hosting an extravagant birthday bash for his secret son. I stormed in, desperate for answers, only to be hurled out by security. My head cracked against the pavement, and everything went black. When my eyes fluttered open again, I was inexplicably back on that fateful day of my dad's heart attack.

I married Rafe Maretti—the man who owned the Maretti Casino empire. Sophisticated, ruthless, but sinfully charming. By year three of our marriage, I introduced my little sister to his nephew, Adam Moretti—twenty-five, all sharp smiles and sharper ambition. He ran the dirtier side of the family’s business—arms, drugs, the kind of trade that dripped blood and money in equal parts. I married the powerful, irresistible uncle. She married the young, dangerous nephew. It was supposed to be our fairytale. Then one day, I got kidnapped in Rafe’s casino. Snatched by a rival mafia family desperate to force Rafe to sign over one of his biggest, most profitable casinos. Except Rafe didn’t answer the phone or even notice I was gone. The kidnappers grew impatient. First, it was slaps. Then punches. Then they shattered my leg and buried a knife in my stomach. Still no word from my husband. Until finally, after what felt like a hundred unanswered calls, a single message came through. "I’m with Bianca. She’s having a stomach. Stop calling." Once the kidnappers realized I had no value, they dumped me in a rotting warehouse like discarded luggage. It was Isla, my sister, who found me. She got me out. And then the brakes failed. The car spun out. Isla went unconscious beside me. I tried calling Adam. Isla’s husband. But as soon the call went through, all I could hear was. “Leave me along. Isla, I am in the middle of something here.” When I clearly heard a woman’s voice in the back. If not for a passing stranger, Isla and me wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let along have survived. So when I opened my eyes again, the first thing I thought was: I’m divorcing that sorry bastard. The Maretti can go to hell.

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