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The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!” After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater, I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!" Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.

I followed an account of a couple that was not very popular but was very sweet. The account recorded every detail of the account owner and her boyfriend. They would argue over a plate of pasta and then look at each other and smile, playfully calling the other person a child at heart. They would hug tightly under the starry sky on a mountain top and say that they wished time could stop at this moment. Although the account owner never showed her face, I was still touched by her captions. The account was updated again the day before I was getting married. [Ten years of love ends here. From now on, he's just her husband, and I'm just her best friend. This account will no longer be updated. I wish my best friend and her beloved man a happy ever after.] The photo showed my fiancé, Josh Clark, and me, taken from behind.

Keterpurukan membuat Stella harus dipertemukan dengan Sean, pemilik lahan panti asuhan tempat di mana dia dibesarkan. Gadis berparas cantik itu terpaksa memohon pada Sean, agar tidak menggusur panti asuhannya. Segala cara Stella lakukan agar Sean mengabulkan permohonannya. Namun sayangnya permintaannya selalu ditolak oleh pria tampan arogan itu. Hingga suatu ketika ada sesuatu hal yang diinginkan Sean, sebagai bentuk pertukaran lahan panti yang akan pria itu gusur. “Apa yang bisa kau tawarkan jika aku mengabulkan permintaanmu?” tanya Sean dengan serigai di wajahnya. “Apa yang anda inginkan, Tuan?” Stella mendongakkan kepalanya, menatap manik mata cokelat gelap Sean. “Dirimu.” Sean menjeda, raut wajah arogannya terpancar begitu serius. “Kau bisa menawarkan dirimu sebagai imbalan atas apa yang kau inginkan.”

Tersedia Season 1 & 2 Saat tahu suaminya berselingkuh, Maura memanggil warga untuk menggerebek dan menikahkan mereka sang suami dan selingkuhannya. Pasang selingkuh itu merasa senang. Padahal itu ada cara Maura membalas pengkhianatan mereka.

During the heatwave apocalypse, I didn't die due to the heat, nor did I die in a conflict. My younger sister, Amber Carter, has a "heart of gold" by nature. She couldn't bear to see the people suffering in the apocalypse, so she gave away all the food in our cellar. After we ran out of food, Amber forced me to go look for food outside in the heat. That was how I died—from the heat outside. In this lifetime, I'm going to enjoy my ice-cold watermelon while watching Amber dig her grave with her own hands.

After failing to win the hearts of the first three targets, I decide to get engaged to Natalia Stone, the paralyzed heiress of the Stone family. Soon, I use all of my points just to swap for Natalia's ability to stand up once again. But the first thing Natalie does after recovering from her paralysis is to cancel the engagement with me. After that, she gives Irving Schmidt the grandest and most eye-catching wedding that will take place on the cruise. At the wedding venue, all four of my targets stare at Irving with love and adoration in their eyes. Suddenly, I feel like going home, so I jump into the sea without hesitation. But when my body plunges into the sea, four silhouettes can be seen rushing toward me. Regret and fear are written on their faces.

All along, I've been following a social media account that's dedicated to a couple sharing about their romance. It doesn't have a lot of followers, but the posts are all very heartwarming. The owner of the account records all the little details about his relationship with his girlfriend. They get into arguments over a plate of pasta before breaking into laughter and calling each other an overgrown child. They climb up the hill to hold each other under the sky full of stars, wishing they could make time pause at that very moment. Even though the owner of the account never reveals his face, I am always moved by the words he writes. The day before my wedding, the owner uploads a new post. "This marks the end of our ten-year relationship. From now on, she'll be his wife, and I'll only be his friend. There won't be any more updates to this account. I wish nothing but the best for my best friend and the woman he loves the most." The picture uploaded with this caption is one of my fiancee and me, taken from behind.

Alessia de Luca Ramanov spent the last three years attempting to find justice for the death of her late sister, convinced that her sister's husband, Nikolai volcov, was responsible. When she loses the case, she left with nothing but her anger, a falling company and an irresponsible father threatening to hand her mother over to her enemy as a human collateral. Forsed into a marriage she does not want with the man she despises, Alessia unknowingly sings over her company to Nikolai. Upon finding out she has been tricked, she decided to get revenge and digs deep into her sister's death but this time, she finds her self face to face with a shocking discovery- the murder of her sister was done by their father, Arturo de Luca, to hide a terrible secret of her late sister and Alessia's ex-boyfriend with betrayal vengeance growing and unexpected emotions overpowering them, Alessia and Nikolai became entangled in a twist of destiny that neither one expected.

To afford train tickets home for New Year's Eve, I searched for a part-time job and stumbled into a livestream that was practically throwing money at the chat. A young woman in a silk robe rested her chin on her hand. Behind her, a villa glowed under expensive lighting that reflected off polished marble floors. "Being kept in here is suffocating," she said in a voice that mixed boredom with sweetness. "My sponsor gives me more money than I can spend. Help me out. Take some off my hands." Cash drops flashed across the screen one after another. I tapped as fast as I could, my heart hammering. A few large ones landed in my account. I was close. One more would cover both my ticket and my boyfriend's. The streamer leaned closer to the camera. "He keeps saying my tear mole looks like his girlfriend's," she said, her mouth twisting with disgust. "So unlucky. Of all things, I had to match with some broke girl." My finger slipped. I had a tear mole under my eye in the same spot. The live chat flooded with questions. [How is the sponsor's girlfriend broke?] The streamer gave a short snort and reapplied her lipstick, as if correcting a minor flaw. "He's just messing around. He tricked her into 200,000 dollars in debt. She's so stupid she works multiple jobs to help him pay it off." A chill settled in my chest. My boyfriend also owed 200,000 dollars. She continued, her tone light, "The funniest part? He slept with me for three days. When he left, I asked if he was giving her a taste of honey." She smiled cruelly. "He said all he has to do is claim he's going to work a construction site hauling rebar. The idiot will feel guilty and deliver food all night. So he won't need to please her." Another large cash drop flashed across the screen. The total reached the exact amount I needed. My phone rang. Benjamin's name lit up the display. When I answered, his voice sounded worn down, as if it had scraped against concrete. "Via, we still don't have enough for the tickets," he said. "I hauled rebar and made a little over 40 dollars. I'm heading home now."

Eliza Greene’s life turned upside down when the bride of Billionaire heartthrob Ryan Blaqk eloped on their wedding day, leaving her an innocent journalist to cover up for her and she is forced to marry Ryan in her place. It’s a contract marriage, his prestige and pride intact, for the retrieval of the stolen property of her late parents