Does Yumeko Win Against The President

After getting drunk at a wedding party, Summer Hart had spent a night with a man. She then found herself pregnant after that. She wanted to keep the child, but the man had other plans. She tried to run away but was caught. "If you want to keep the child, marry me. We'll divorce after two years, and meanwhile, don't touch me—not even holding hands," the man said, backing her into a corner. She found the man utterly shameless. 'Holding hands? Dream on.' After the marriage, the man said, "I know you are scared. Let's sleep together tonight." "I'm not scared." "I saw you in a dream and heard you say you're scared and want to sleep with me." "Have you no shame, Mark Valentine?" "Shame? What is shame?"

Everything is perfect in her life. Being the President's daughter, Amara Ildefonso is in the center of the spotlight. The social butterfly and the nation's daughter. Because of this, she chose to be a rebel and live a wild girl life causing the media to feast on her scandals. One day, her father reached his limit and hired her a personal bodyguard. He's rugged, stern, and mature but more than that he's hot. A retired navy soldier. It's all going well until one night, she just finds herself in the dark alley. Kissing her bodyguard and being entangled in a dangerous desire.

I have been married to Andrew Connolly for four years, but whenever his gaze meets mine, there is no recognition at all. Even my voice doesn't register. He remembers everyone around him, yet the one person he never remembers is that I am his wife. If I put on a hat, he asks who I am. When I tie my hair up, he assumes I am a new hire at his company. To help him remember, I repeat the same outfit, the same makeup, the same hairstyle. Still, despite my daily presence, he treats me like a stranger. I tell myself Andrew is simply buried in work, that the neglect is accidental, right up until a concert night. I watch him cut through the crowd and embrace his first love, whom he has not seen in years. When the stage suddenly collapses, I seize his arm and beg, "Honey, please save me." Andrew shoves me away, his voice flat and cold. "You're not my wife. My wife is at home." I am crushed beneath the falling debris. Choking on blood, I can only watch as Andrew rescues his first love and walks away. That is when I realize it's not that he can't remember me, he just doesn't love me. The bodyguards drag me out of the wreckage. Later, I spend a month confined to bed with serious injuries. While I am in the hospital, I get a photo of Andrew kissing his first love. The blows land one after another and mercilessly jerk me awake. I am done with love, and I am done with him!

"Segalanya dimulai dari pandangan pertama, ketika kau tahu kalau dia akan menjadi milikmu." Rosalind Prada telah memenangkan kompetisi untuk membuat sebuah lukisan besar di tengah-tengah lobi sebuah gedung baru milik Adelio Carlos. Di sebuah pesta untuk memberi penghormatan pada dirinya, Rosalind pertama kali bertemu Adelio, dan langsung tertarik padanya. Ini juga membingungkannya, Rosalind biasanya tidak tertarik terhadap orang asing. Pria yang misterius, intens, berkuasa. Adelio benar-benar membuatnya bingung. Tapi Rosalind menyukainya. Sedangkan untuk Adelio, Rosalind adalah jenis wanita yang tidak bisa dia tolak, seseorang yang jarang dia temui. Kemudian dengan satu cara, Adelio akhirnya berhasil membuat Rosalind menyetujui perjanjian hubungan di antara mereka. Yaitu tidak ada komitmen apa pun. Rosalind adalah gadis usia dua puluhan yang berjuang untuk menyelesaikan kuliahnya dan berjuang untuk hidup. Wanita yang ceria, sederhana, berkemauan keras. Berjiwa seni tinggi dan sedikit lugu, dan tidak pernah menyadari kalau dirinya adalah wanita yang sangat cantik dan menarik. Adelio adalah pria kaya raya yang berwibawa di usia tiga puluhan yang sangat menyukai dan menikmati seni dengan kekayaan miliknya. Pria yang egois tapi berhati lembut dan pria dominan. Pria yang tidak pernah bisa berkomitmen karena pengalaman masa lalunya.

Sixteen years of marriage. Two children. A shared world built on lies, and now she knows. Devon never wanted this fate. Never wanted to find his mate, not when he’d already built a life with a woman he chose… And one he’s now destined to lose. When secrets unravel and truths claw their way to the surface, Eleanor doesn’t break. She burns. And Devon? He must choose between the love he built… And the soul that was never his to deny. But time is running out. The hunters are closing in, and the one who owns his heart is out there, unprotected. “You will reject him, Devon. You will renounce this bond.” “I can’t,” he says. Not now. Not ever. This isn’t just the collapse of a marriage. It’s the start of a war— Between the man he was… and the beast he cannot hide.

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.

After working abroad for several years, I returned home, only to have my parents arrange a blind date for me. He was tall and strikingly handsome, honest in character, steady in demeanor, and came from an excellent family background. In short, the perfect candidate for a husband. I told myself that sooner or later, marriage was inevitable, so I settled on him. The day before the wedding, I went to the church—only to be stunned by the sight before me. The entire place had been transformed into something sinister and grotesque. The walls were plastered with terrifying photos of corpses, the floor littered with wax figures of severed arms and legs, and even the flowers had been dyed black, dripping with blood-red stains. But the most infuriating part was the image hanging right at the center of the church—an AI-generated picture of me, pinned beneath my fiancé, as he whipped me. My whole body trembled with fury. I stormed at the staff still working on the decorations, ordering them to stop immediately. Just then, his best friend, Nina Cullen, walked in. "Don't stop. Yves prefers this wedding style." I froze, staring at her in disbelief. "How is that possible? Who in their right mind would decorate something as joyous as a wedding with gore? This is insane!" Nina only gave a cold, arrogant laugh. "That's the theme. If you want to marry him, you'll have to accept it." Speechless, I immediately called Yves. "Yves, I'm not interested in getting married in a haunted house. You'd better restore the church to normal; otherwise, this wedding is off."

It had been five years since I started dating Ross Jenner. His family invited my mother and me to their family home in Fellaton to discuss our wedding plans and to spend Valentine's Day together. It was past 10:00 PM when my mother and I landed, but Ross wasn't there to pick us up because his college junior, Laurel Elledge, had just arrived in Fellaton. He told me to figure out a way to get a cab to the house myself. In a strange place, unfamiliar with the area, it wasn't long before we found ourselves in danger. Just over ten minutes outside the airport, we were robbed. My mother was injured while trying to protect me, and she collapsed, bleeding heavily. Desperate, I held onto her, frantically trying to call Ross. Each call was abruptly cut off, and when I finally reached him, he sounded irritated. "Jennifer, you're an adult, so stop acting like a child. You couldn't even hail a cab on the street? Laurel just got to Fellaton and isn't feeling well. I need to take care of her." Without waiting for a response, he hung up. I tried calling again, only to find that I had been blocked. In the end, my mother's injuries were too severe, and she bled out before the doctors could save her. As I stared at her lifeless body, tears flowed uncontrollably. When I finally checked my phone again, the first thing I saw was a picture Ross had posted on Twitter. In the photo, he was kissing Laurel and holding a bouquet of roses. [Spending Valentine's Day with the one I love most.] I quietly threw the gifts I had brought from home into the trash. Then, I left a comment, which said, [Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness.]

Alvira, in a bid to find a lost lover, she was driven by life to the edge. She found herself involved with the Mafia and, worse, engaged to a man whose name was enough to shake up Mexico. Her pride, power, and businesses came to naught when he decided he was the one for her. In a cry for rescue, she finally meets the one she had lost. But what happens when he is married? Will Alvira be able to escape her misery with her lover against all storms? Or will her love get diverted to the one who holds her captive?

Lucy chose to sin for survival, and Alec was tasked to get rid of her to save his boss' marriage. It was a piece of cake in the beginning, until Alec found himself breaking the ultimate rule; to not fall for the President's mistress.