Fools Gold Artinya

Fiona McGuire and Justin Carter was forced to marry each other due to unavoidable circumstances. Fiona is a simple, independent woman who works in the Carters Group of Industries where Justin is the CEO. Whereas as Justin is a hard headed workaholic but has a good heart. Initially few misunderstandings makes Justin treat Fiona as a gold digger but soon enough, Fiona’s pure soul wins his heart and makes him want to start fresh with her as he haven’t seen any other person like her. Fiona’s and Justin journey is spiced up because of their best friends Emily and James. Emily is over protective of Fiona as she doesn’t want anyone to hurt her like Fiona’s ex did whereas James is a goof ball who loves to annoy Emily. In between their Journey, Fiona & Emily’s ex-best friend tries to create rift between Justin and her because of her own insecurity, however Justin trust towards Fiona wins. But what is a story without a tragic incident and true test of any relationship is taken through tough times. Due to confrontation of Fiona with her ex-best friend, she gets into an accident. This hits Justin hard where he was able to realize true place of Fiona in his life. He diligently helps Fiona in her recovery and this brings them closer than ever. Finally, love is confessed, heart is bought together and towards the end, new beginning began.

The unnatural heat flooding my veins, the unfamiliar ache low in my belly - I was in heat for the very first time. And Kai had sensed it instantly. "Please..." The whispered plea fell unbidden from my lips. A pleased rumble reverberated in Kai's broad chest. "What do you want?" His voice was guttural, laced with desire and command. "Say it." My throat constricted around the shameful words. But my wolf, Crystal, shoved them out. "I... I want you. Please!" Kai's hungry look intensified. "Please what?" "Take me..." It was part sob, part moan. "Make me yours!" ... Betrayed... Sold... And Rejected... Tracy finally ran away from the cold alpha who despised her for being his mate when she realized she was carrying his child. Three years later, Tracy had built her dream life, better and stronger. But what would happen to her little perfect world when Alpha Kai finally found her? ... Only after Tracy left did Alpha Kai realizes she was his true mate and not some gold digger planted by the elders after his throne. Regretting his coldness towards her, Kai chased her back. But Tracy was now a sophisticated single mother who had lots of men groveling for her attention. Would she forgive and accept him back?

„Ich brauche deine Hilfe, um einen Privatjetabsturz vorzutäuschen“, sagte ich leise. „Es ist die einzige Möglichkeit, Luca Moretti jemals zu verlassen.“ Man sagte, er hätte für mich auf den Mafiathron verzichtet. Sie nannten ihn den Mann, der Macht gegen Liebe eingetauscht hatte – den Erben, der Blut und Gold aufgab, nur um eine Kellnerin aus den Slums zu heiraten. Jahrelang ließ er die Welt an uns glauben. Er baute Imperien in meinem Namen. Er schickte mir jeden Montag Rosen. Er sagte der Presse, ich sei seine Rettung. Aber Liebe ist nicht immer gleichbedeutend mit Treue. Während ich noch an „für immer“ glaubte, baute er hinter meinem Rücken ein zweites Zuhause auf – eines voller Lachen, Spielzeug und Zwillingssöhne mit seinen Augen. In der Nacht, in der ich verschwand, brannte sein Imperium. Er zerriss Städte, bestach Regierungen, und ließ Männer lebendig begraben, nur um mich zu finden. Doch als er es endlich tat – war ich schon längst fort. Und die Frau, für die er einst gestorben wäre, liebte ihn nicht mehr genug, um am Leben zu bleiben.

When I stand in the sales office and watch my best friend beat me to purchasing the foreclosed property I have my eye on, I finally know for sure that she has been reborn too. In my previous life, both my best friend and I had some savings. She invested all her money in the stock market, while I decided to buy a house to live in. Since I didn't have much savings, I ended up buying a foreclosed property where a murder had taken place. But inside the ceiling cavity, I discovered a safe containing ten million dollars in cash and over a dozen gold bars. Meanwhile, my best friend's money was trapped in the stock market. She lost everything and even ended up in debt. When she watched me move into a villa, drive luxury cars, and spend money extravagantly every day, my best friend flew into a rage. She lured me to a highway where an oncoming freight truck killed me. After my death, my soul floated in the air as I watched her and my boyfriend deceive the police together. They claimed I had been drinking and ignored traffic rules, rushing onto the highway to my own death. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day I'm supposed to buy the foreclosed property.

On the day of our engagement, my girlfriend, Jean Sullivan, is nowhere to be found until late at night. Beside myself with worry, I, Seth Lloyd, frantically reach out to our mutual friends and even consider calling the police. Suddenly, I come across a post about her from her assistant, Callum Cox. "My manager came over to discuss some plans, but the door lock suddenly broke. Does this mean we're going to be stuck in the same room tonight? I can't help feeling a little excited." When I like the post, Jean immediately calls me, furious. "Don't you have any idea how much I earn in a year? Just one day of my lost income would cover what you make in a whole week. "All I did was skip that stupid engagement party, and you start acting all snide. I don't have time to deal with your stingy relatives." My mom, Teresa Whitfield, stays silent, her eyes sweeping over the gold, eight sets of haute couture jewelry, and several property transfer deeds in the private room. With a forced smile, she asks, "Seth, have all these wedding gifts we've prepared embarrassed you?" I sneer, caressing the keys to the luxury car I'm about to give Jean. "No, it's me who's being too generous to her."

I set fire to my painting in front of the entire academy. Thunderous applause erupts from the crowd as everyone thinks it's some kind of performance art. Unlike them, Willow Laurent is distraught. She rushes up and grabs my hand, questioning in a shrill voice, "Cassidy Seymour, have you gone mad? This is your only chance to prove yourself!" I shake her hand off me coldly. My only chance? No… What she means is that it's her chance. In my past life, I created this masterpiece with all my heart and soul. But she stole it from me and submitted it as her entry first. Whether it was the composition, the colors, or even my original dot-stippling technique… She replicated every detail flawlessly. Then, she won the National Young Artists Gold Award, signed with a top gallery, and became a rising star. And what about me? I was condemned as a shameless plagiarist. Insults and curses gradually drowned me. "You shouldn't be an artist!" "Plagiarists are scum! They should just die!" Her fans stormed into my studio, smashed my art supplies, and broke my right hand. As I saw no end to the hell that I was living in, I jumped down from the top floor of my studio. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the very day she first accuses me of plagiarism.

After I studied and lived in Descensio for five years, I finally graduated and was ready to return to my home country to take over my dad's company. When I arrived at the Sullivan Group building, I took a picture and posted it on my Instagram story with the caption. 'Since you're the man I love most, I'm here to see you immediately after graduation.' Yet, a woman appeared out of nowhere and slapped me as soon as I arrived at the company's lobby. "It's her! She's the hussy! She had seduced my husband back in high school. Now that my husband has become the director, she shamelessly showed up here to flirt with him. So, I want you girls to beat her up. I'll take the blame if anything happens." While the woman was cooking up a story about me seducing Marcus Lane, a director of Sullivan Group, others around simply looked on coldly and judged me. She slashed my limited-edition bag to pieces and smashed the expensive seal I wanted to give my dad. "You're just a gold digger wearing and buying fake luxury goods. It's just a few hundred dollars. I can still afford to pay you." However, little did she know that everything I had was real. Even if she and her director husband worked for the rest of their lives, they would never be able to afford to pay for the damages.

Natuklasan ni Jenna na ang BF niya ay isang gold digging fake. Naglasing siya and she passed out. Topher, another artist from work and a pretty handsome hunk, came to the rescue. Nang magising siya ay nasa bahay na siya nito, and he took care of her because he didn't know where else to bring her. Invited na makasama ito sa lonesome nitong Christmas Eve, she stayed. Nalaman niyang pareho silang broken-hearted, and one thing led to another… by morning they are lovers. Gumanti si Jenna sa kanyang manlolokong ex saka umalis para magbakasyon sa Bali. When she came back, she realized she couldn't forget Topher and their time together. Pero ang kaba niya na baka hindi sila pareho ng nararamdaman ay nawala sa unang sandali pa lang na nagkita silang muli, when he welcomed her with his hot, delicious brand of kiss. They couldn't get back to bed fast enough. Situations seem to help them to continue their fling secretly… and she told herself it was just rebound… nag-e-enjoy lang sila. They both deserve it. And yet, she is starting to feel like she couldn’t let him go anymore. And the problem with rebounds is they have an ex they couldn't move on from… you know. And Topher's ex wanted him back…

Three years after our breakup, I ran into my ex-girlfriend, and she had her new boyfriend by her side. "Hey, isn't that Henry the expert?" Diego Stanley taunted with a smirk. "Three years post-breakup, and you're slumming it here playing with clay?" I furrowed my brow, ignored them, and carefully moved the Victorian-era porcelain musician figurine onto its preset base in the display case. When I wasn't biting, he reached out to grab the figurine from my arms. "What's this junk you're treating like gold? Let me take a look." Cynthia Wyatt frowned, her voice laced with that familiar arrogance. "Henry, I've given you three years to shape up, and you're still the same loser? Come on, hand over that clay doll to Diego. Don't kill the vibe. If you play nice, I might even reconsider our old engagement." As Diego's hand neared the figurine, I dodged quickly and barked, "Hands off! It's a historical artifact!" Diego got pissed off and shoved me hard. "Some flea market find, and you're acting all high and mighty?" In the ensuing scuffle, I lost my balance, and the figurine slipped from my grasp, crashing to the floor. That sealed their fate. This entitled pair was about to go bankrupt trying to fix it.

“Alastair, whatever human you choose from that building will be nothing more than bait. Surely, Caris is too far gone to understand that this child is more than something to satiate her hunger! Are you willing to risk that for her-” “A human?” I impatiently took a step towards Toran, restraining myself from grabbing him up by the collar. “Yes! I will gladly risk a human’s life!” I exclaimed my words bordering on desperation. “Whether it be a child or an infant. If it brings Caris back! If..if the baby can keep her sane for but a moment long enough for me to get through to her, then I will do whatever it takes.” I hadn’t realized how sure I was about this plan until I said it out loud to Toran. Sure, it was a cruel plan, but I was bordering on desperation at this point. Valene was an infant when she was adopted from the Caring Arms Orphanage by the Alpha of Shadow Veil, Alastair Wade. Life has always been decided for Vali, being a Gold Blood as well as a Vassal to the now widowed Alpha and his daughter Harlyn. Now nearly nineteen years old, Valene has found contentment in being the human servant to the wolf who adopted her and his daughter. Then came the Lycan King. When Ares Barbosa shows up at Shadow Veil with his pack, everything changes for Valene and everyone she holds dear....in ways that she could never have imagined.