Fast And Furious 7 Story

Jeslyn never expected a stalker to follow her all this time. The stalker was a big mobster who was quite famous in continent A. Right on the day of her wedding with June, Jeslyn was kidnapped by the stalker. Jeslyn was taken to a magnificent and luxurious mansion but it was remote. This story uses a slow plot and is not rushed. If you like stories with fast rhythms, this is not an option. But you can try to read it first, who knows it's addictive. This story is only fictitious, if there is a similarity in name and the incident is not an element of intent. Happy reading :)

My fiancé proposes to my stepsister Thalia Yates in front of everyone at our engagement party. Furious, I pack my stuff and leave home. That's when Jude Pearson, heir to an international medical group, entered my life. He's a surgeon rumored to have zero interest in women. Yet he pursued me passionately for six months. Eventually, I accepted his proposal. For seven years after our wedding, he's been gentle and considerate, always putting my needs first. Then, I overhear his phone conversation with his mother, Helena Roberts. "Jude, it's been seven years, but you still have no kids. It's time for a divorce." "Since I couldn't marry Thalia, it doesn't matter who I married instead. I'll keep playing this role forever. As long as I'm around, she'll never be able to intrude upon Thalia's happiness." That's when the truth hits me—Jude has given up the family business to become a surgeon just to treat Thalia's heart condition. Our years of marriage are actually his way of protecting Thalia from afar. If that's the case, then I'll disappear from their world and let my absence be their happy ending.

“ฟ่างชิงเยี่ยน ข้าขอพูด…เป็นครั้งสุดท้าย…เจ้าจะทำอะไร” “ข้าต้องการท่าน อย่าพูดมาก เข้าหอกันเถอะเร็วเข้า!!” ท่านอ๋องคนสุดท้ายของ 4 ยอดบุรุษหนุ่มแห่งต้าเฉินมาแล้วจ้า.... สตรีที่แต่งเข้าไป 7 คนก่อนหน้านั้น....ตายหมดแล้วน่ะสิ เขาถึงได้ขึ้นชื่อว่าเป็นอ๋องโลหิตไงล่าาา..... เรื่องราวของบุตรท่านแม่ทัพ และ ท่านอ๋องโลหิตจะดุเดือด เผ็ดมันส์ขนาดไหน ฝากติดตามด้วยนะคะ อ๋องของเราท่านนี้ ดุดัน โหดเหี้ยม ฆ่าสตรีนะคะ ( มีเหตุผลนะคะ นางไม่ได้ฆ่าเรื่อยเปื่อย) นางเอกของเรา ฟ่างชิงเยี่ยนเป็นบุตรี (ที่ไม่รัก) ของท่านแม่ทัพจ้า.... พระเอกของเราแต่งงานมาแล้ว 7 ครั้ง ( โอ้แม่เจ้า แต่อย่าตกใจไป มันมีเหตุผลและ.....ตามต่อนะ อิอิ)

7 ปีก่อน เธอคือเด็กข้างบ้านที่เขาปฏิเสธ 7 ปีถัดมา...เขาคือผู้ชายที่วิ่งตามเธอทุกวัน“พี่กันต์คะ จำได้มั้ยคะ ตอนนั้นพี่บอกว่าไม่กินเด็ก? แล้วตอนนี้ พี่อยากกินหนูแล้วเหรอคะ?" ___ จากเด็กแสบข้างบ้าน สู่ผู้หญิงที่เขาอยากให้เป็น ‘เมีย’ แบบไม่ทันตั้งตัว “ขนม” หญิงสาววัย 24 ปี นิสัยสดใส ขี้เล่น เคยเป็นเด็กแสบประจำซอยที่ตามติด “พี่กันต์” พี่ชายของเพื่อนสนิทมาตั้งแต่สมัยมัธยม เธอเคยสารภาพรัก เขาเคยตอบกลับด้วยรอยยิ้มพร้อมคำว่า... “หนูยังเด็ก พี่ไม่กินเด็กนะ” เธอร้องไห้หนึ่งคืน ก่อนหายหัวไปนาน 6 ปี แต่วันนี้...เธอกลับมา ในลุคสาวมั่น งานดี สายสวยเผ็ช ที่เดินยิ้มเฉิดฉายเข้าบ้านเพื่อนแบบไม่แคร์อดีต แล้วพี่กันต์ล่ะ? ตาค้างตั้งแต่เห็นเธอก้าวลงจากรถ เขาไม่อยากจะเชื่อว่าเด็กแสบคนนั้นคือผู้หญิงตรงหน้า — ที่ยิ้มยั่ว และพูดจาเหมือนไม่เคยรักเขามาก่อน! แต่เขายังจำได้ทุกอย่าง…แม้เธอจะทำเหมือนไม่เคยรักเขา และที่สำคัญ… ตอนนี้เขา “อยากกินเด็กแล้วครับ”

The housekeeper’s daughter, Selena Greene, deliberately chose to get married on the same day, at the same hotel as me. When our cars passed each other on the way to our weddings, she rolled down her window and asked to switch my bridal bouquet with hers. My bouquet, however, wasn’t just any bouquet. It was hand-carved from priceless jadeite by my grandfather himself—a one-of-a-kind heirloom and his blessing for my wedding day. “Trish,” she pleaded softly, “please. I’ve sacrificed so much for this wedding. I just want it to be perfect. I’ll give it back to you as soon as we get out of the cars.” My heart softened. Against my better judgment, I handed her my bouquet and took her cheap, plastic flowers instead. However, when we stepped out of our cars, she refused to return it. Worse still, during her ceremony, she tossed my jade bouquet onto the floor, shattering it into countless pieces. That bouquet had been my grandfather’s way of being present at my wedding. It was all I had left of him. Yet, in front of everyone, Selena put on an innocent act and accused me, “Who takes back a bouquet after a switch? A glass bouquet like this is all over online shopping platforms for ten bucks. I’ll just pay you back. Trish, you’ve made my life hard enough on normal days. Do you have to humiliate me on the most important day of my life, too?” Furious, I confronted her, but she ducked behind my fiancé and my brother, wiping at her eyes like the victim. My fiancé immediately went to comfort her, leaving me standing alone at the ceremony, humiliated and ridiculed by everyone. My brother, too, called me cruel and heartless. He cut me off financially and threw me out of the family home. Selena’s husband, having quickly risen to success with the help of powerful backers, unleashed his relentless revenge on the now penniless and alone me. In the dead of winter, hired thugs found me and brutalized me to death. And Selena? She became their princess, adored by all three of them. I sank into darkness, full of rage and regret. However, when I opened my eyes again, I was transported back to the day of the wedding.

When I turn 20, my grandfather's old friend—now the richest man in the country—lays out photos of his grandsons in front of me. He says, "Pick one to be your husband." Without hesitation, I choose Nathaniel Chapman. Everyone in the room is stunned. After all, it's no secret I've always been hopelessly in love with George Chapman. I used to swear I'd marry no one but him. In my previous life, I got what I wanted—I married George. And because of that marriage, he inherited the lion's share of his grandfather's wealth. But after the wedding, he started an affair with my sister. My parents were furious and sent her abroad to study. George thought I was the one who exposed them. From then on, he hated me to my very core. Women came and went at his side, each one resembling my sister more than the last. The betrayal crushed me. I fell into deep depression. Later, he secretly replaced my medication with slow-acting poison. I died with a child in my womb—alone, bitter, and betrayed. Now, I've been reborn. This time, I choose to let them have each other. But what I don't expect is that George has been reborn too.

Fresh out of college, Clara Stewart asked me to take on a $500,000 mortgage for her. When I refused, she turned around and bought an $800,000 villa in full, for another guy. Holding up the property deed, she told me: "Jayden, the truth is, I'm actually rich. I've been pretending to be poor to test you. Unfortunately, you failed. I'm disappointed in you. Let's break up." I simply smiled and walked away without a second thought. The irony? I'm the son of the richest man in the country. I was pretending to be broke, too. Fast forward four years, we met again at the National Wealth Summit. Clara had just barely made it into the top 50 on the list, clinging to the arm of Henry Brown as they entered. She spotted me in simple clothes with no visible brand, holding a child in one arm and the keys to a Porsche Cayenne in the other. Thinking I was someone's driver, she sneered: "Jayden, you really went all out just to see me again? Let's be real, you're just a driver now, and I'm on the wealth list. We live in completely different worlds. Don't waste your time fantasizing." I did not bother replying. Honestly, I was only there because my billionaire dad insisted. I had finally cleared a day to spend with my son and now I had to waste it on that.

“I slept with my twin sister’s fiancé… and now I’m carrying his baby.” Aria Stone only wanted one thing: to escape her sister’s glamorous, toxic world. But one mistake—one night at a masquerade ball—shatters everything. Because the man she spent the night with? The cold, impossibly handsome billionaire CEO… is her twin sister’s fiancé. And when two lines appear on the pregnancy test, her nightmare becomes a scandal waiting to explode. Noah West, the untouchable gaming tycoon, refuses to let her disappear. He wants the baby. He wants her safe. He wants her close. But the more he protects her, the more dangerous everything becomes— jealous rivals, a furious sister, a secret online identity, and a forbidden love that grows too fast to control. He was supposed to marry her sister. So why does he act like Aria belongs to him? And when their secret goes public… the entire world will choose a side. A billionaire CEO. A forbidden pregnancy. Two twins. One explosive secret.

During a charity gala, my boyfriend bids on a pair of matching watches but gives one of them to his true love. The media excitedly capture the scene and ask, "You bought a million-dollar watch without even batting an eye, Mr. Loewe. You've been single all these years—is it time for you to make an official announcement on your relationship status?" Everyone off stage applauds him, and I join them. I give him my blessings for his so-called announcement. To make it up to me, he attends my birthday celebration. Yet he pushes me into the cake to make his true love happy. Unbeknownst to him, there's a steel rack in the cake to keep it steady. I end up bloodied and on the brink of death.

My marriage to Dante, the Moretti heir, was meant to be a union of power, an alliance of empires. But for me, it was also the real deal. Then his adopted sister, Clara, showed up at a party. She was wearing his custom leather jacket, straddling his prized Ducati, and she looked right at me with a smirk. "Dante says," she purred, "that I suit these precious things better than you do." My smile froze. Dante had her on a plane overseas so fast it was like she'd never existed. Five years later, the night before our wedding. I found him staring at the design for our wedding rings. He'd changed the engraving. The "Amor Aeternus"—Eternal Love—was gone. In its place: "Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa." My sin, my greatest sin. I took off my veil right then and there. "The wedding," I said, my voice like ice, "is off."