Novel & Cerita Destierro Penalty

On the very first day after I moved into the neighborhood, my neighbor, Fiona Harper, took me to court. She stood in the courtroom sobbing uncontrollably, accusing my son, Lucas Cole, of assaulting her daughter, Daisy Harper. "My Daisy just turned eighteen, and she was ruined by that sick pervert, Lucas! A piece of trash raised without morals like him deserves the death penalty!" Her daughter also insisted it was my son. "Lucas said if I did not take off my clothes, he would strangle me... I was so scared..." The moment those words were spoken, the spectators acting as the jury erupted in righteous fury, angrily demanding severe punishment for my son. "Animal! Lucas is nothing but an animal!" "Punish him harshly. Do not let that demon get away!" Then the judge summoned my son to appear in court. Everyone present was stunned into silence.

An accidental meeting between Faye Marielle and the CEO of GLW Company brought a hot scandal to the woman who works as a model. The two were caught on paparazzi cameras making out in front of the hotel room, and caused a scandal between the CEO and the rising model. Faye received a claim for compensation from the party who collaborated with the woman, because she thought Faye had leaked information about their work to the GLW Company. Alard, who also needed an alibi to stop his grandfather's attempts to find a wife for Alard, finally offered a deal to Faye. “We have to pretend we are a couple,” said Alard Gem Lodewijk. "How to?" she asked. “Married,” Alard answered. The man promised to help Faye pay the penalty fee for violating the cooperation contract, as long as the beautiful woman is also willing to help Alard regardless of her grandfather's demands.

---Cali is an international and an expensive runway model and was married to Hadrian Calypso Forbes, a multi-billionaire guy based on Dubai, after refusing to marry the son (Luca Amadeus Turner) of her dad’s bestfriend. She then lived a happy and financially better life with her husband and son, but just as they say-life is like a ball, you will not stay in your place or position forever, but always remember that just as the ball, never forget to bounce back. ---Calista Payne Aurellian, just like her name she’s been completely surrounded by pain throughout her life. After spending 10 years in prison and paid 2 billion dollar penalty for being accused with such a heinous crime that she never did. She will bounced back to get her life, her son, her company and image she had a decade ago. With the mission and plan she had, would she be able to restore again everything or will she continue to mourned and silently scream in the middle of the night forever?

When I'm trying to save a female patient's life, I use a pair of scissors to cut open her bra. But my fiancee, Scarlett Baxter, uploads a video of me pressing on the patient's chest to the Internet. "I know you're saving the patient's life, but isn't protecting the patient's privacy important as well? Besides, you keep touching her chest! This makes me feel very uncomfortable!" This incident goes viral on the Internet. The hospital I work at chooses to de-escalate this matter by demoting me and deducting my annual bonus. On top of that, I also receive a huge penalty for my actions. I did everything I could to save that patient's life, and yet everyone decided to paint me as a molester. Fine. I might as well not do anything, then. I'm not going to save anyone now. This time, the entire hospital falls into chaos.

It's my first time visiting my girlfriend, Jennifer Hayes' family for the holidays. At the dining table, her childhood friend, Duncan Foley, suddenly slams his cutlery down. "How could you bring a prostitute client home for dinner, Jenny?" The atmosphere becomes awkward immediately. Everyone initially thinks that Duncan is running his mouth because he's had too much to drink, but he continues to ramble in a matter-of-fact tone. "My buddy is a part of the anti-prostitution task force! As if I can get the person he's personally arrested wrong!" As he speaks, he tosses a copy of the public security administrative penalty notice onto the table. My name is displayed on it. The sight leaves me stunned. It's true that the anti-prostitution task force arrested dozens of offenders in the city last month. But I'm the one who gave the signature of approval as the newly promoted chief commissioner…

The day before my fifth wedding anniversary to my husband, the jewelry store manager called me. He reported that the expensive jewelry I had commissioned for my husband had been accidentally damaged by the staff. However, the shop was willing to pay a penalty for breach of contract. He hung up before I could lose my temper. I immediately received a message from my husband and $6 million in compensation. [So you're the shameless homewrecker. How dare you keep my husband's contact information! I'm warning you: I've given you the money, now get lost! Otherwise, I'll have to teach you a lesson!] The woman smugly sent me an intimate photo to follow up on her threats. Looking at the familiar side profile, I immediately called my biological parents, who were high-ranking businesspeople. "Dad, Mom, put the Shelby family's investment on hold for now. I'm getting a big gift ready for them!"

Campus food deliveries vanished so often that no one even commented anymore. Then it happened to me again and again. I never identified the thief, but by New Year's Eve I was finished with being an easy mark. I set out a bowl of soup as bait and soaked it with water wrung from an old bathroom mop. I meant to make whoever stole it regret touching my food. A week later, the police did not come for the thief. They came for me. The counselor slid a penalty notice across his desk—600 dollars for food costs and medical fees, due next week. The person who ate my food had been hospitalized for "poisoning." The school was already discussing a major demerit, the cancellation of my first-class scholarship, and the loss of my needs-based stipend. That stipend was the money keeping my sick mother alive. They planned to pin everything on me, shield the real culprit, and bury me under paperwork. Unfortunately for them, they chose the wrong target. I was the law department's resident argument addict, and I intended to turn their dirty little mediation into a public collapse.

When broke waitress Sarah Thompson agrees to impersonate her wealthy best friend Claire on a blind date for a quick thousand dollars, she expects a simple evening of rejection and escape. What she gets instead is Adrian Cole, a ruthless, devastatingly handsome billionaire who sees right through her lie. Instead of exposing her, Adrian slides a marriage contract across the table. A temporary arrangement. Public wife by day. No emotions. No physical contact. One million dollar penalty for breaking the rules. And the ultimate condition: she must move into his luxurious penthouse. Trapped between crippling debt and her dream of opening her own restaurant, Sarah has no choice but to play along. But as Adrian’s cold dominance begins to crack with unexpected intensity, and his powerful family demands a real introduction, the lines between pretense and dangerous attraction start to blur. He knows she’s an imposter. She knows this game could destroy her. In a world of wealth, secrets, and ruthless expectations, how long can Sarah survive a contract marriage with the one man who refuses to let her go?

Cesare Xandri, the rising gangster of the Nalitan mafia, unexpectedly lost a bet at an elite private casino in Ithel, the kind that smells like cigar smoke and blood money. The penalty was simple, he had to call his hard-to-tame pet. The phone was on speaker. The men circled him, whistling and hooting, waiting to be entertained. He asked what I was up to in a relaxed and amused tone. I replied softly, insinuating he was sinful, hiding my defiance behind innocence and fake devotion. When I finished my insult, the room fell silent, then burst into loud and uncontrollable laughter. The call ended. Less than thirty minutes later, the mansion gates were smashed open. He stormed in smelling of gunpowder, a Beretta still in his hand. He pushed me against the wall furiously beneath the Virgin Mary statue. I leaned into him without hesitation, fingers brushing the heated gun, and I met his gaze without fear. I chose virtue and rejected him in my past life, in return I was thrown into the open sea to die. I intended to be his temptation when I got a second chance at life, I wanted to be a beautiful sin that ends his story under the Cecilian sun.

Desmond Howard, a thousand years spirit god who grants people's wish...he is cold and arrogant but his handsomeness is blinding He's the dream of every teenage girl in the mortal world He eventually fell in love with a human girl name Sera who happens to die due to a very deadly disease which he tried to cure but couldn't before Sera took her last breath,she promised to be reborn so they could continue their love from where they stopped... Desmond blamed himself for her dead and vow to look for her as his time click.. he went against his fate by loving a human and his penalty is Dead.. What happens when Desmond disguise himself as human to live in the human world just to look for the love of his life Will he find her? What happens when he starts falling in love with another human? Will he keep looking for Sera who he couldn't find or love the human he's starting to fall for? Was sera's dead natural or was it his fate to loose the one he truly loved? Let's find out in this interesting story.. buckle your belt and grab your popcorn. It's going to be a blast.