Forced Makeover Story

“เดี๋ยวๆ พี่จะตามทำไมนักหนาเนี้ย ไม่มีงาน มีการ ทำกับเขาหรือไง” “ไปเดตกับฉันก่อนซิ” “พี่จะบ้าหรือไง จะชวนสาวไปเดตแต่มาตามบังคับเนี่ยนะ!” “ก็อยากไปเดตด้วยไง” “โอ๊ย!!! จะดึงเปียหนูทำไมเนี้ย! เจ็บนะ” เมื่อหญิงสาวไม่ยอมหยุดเดินหนี หนุ่มมาดขี้เล่นแต่ออกทื่อๆไปสักหน่อยก็คว้าเปียสองข้างของเธอดึงให้หยุดเดิน “อยากไม่ยอมหยุดเดินทำไม” “เชื่อเขาเลย! ดูหน้าหนูด้วย แว่นหนาขนาดนี้มีอะไรให้มาสนใจไม่ทราบ หล่อซะเปล่า” หญิงสาวผมเปียใส่แว่นเอ่ย “เธอฮอตจะตายไป ฉันเห็นตอนเธอถอดแว่นแล้ว” “พูดอะไรของพี่” “คอสเพย์สัปดาห์ก่อน” “!!!!!!!!!”

นิยายเซ็ต มาเฟียบ้านปีกซ้าย “ ไคเดน ” ชื่อนี้ที่มามาพร้อมกับภาพของมาเฟียหนุ่มรูปหล่อ และเจ้าชู้เสน่ห์แพรวพราว แต่แฝงไปด้วยความน่ากลัวและความนิ่งเมื่อเขาอยู่ต่อหน้าคนที่ไม่ถูกใจ “ เด็กคนนี้ไม่ใช่ลูกผม ผมมีเมียที่ไหนแม่” “ ไม่ใช่ลูกมึงเลยสิ หน้าตาถอดแบบมึงมาเป๊ะ ไปทำผู้หญิงท้องตอนไหนมา” หรรษาที่ยืนกอดอกพร้อมกับไคเดน เบื้องหน้ามีเด็กหญิงน่าตาจิ้มลิ้มยืนอยู่ “ ผมไม่รู้แม่” “ มันน่าฟาดให้หัวแตกเลยดีมั้ย!!!” “เฮ้ยๆ อย่านะแม่ ผมไม่รู้จริงๆ คู่นอนผมมีเป็น 10 เป็น 100 ป้องกันทุกรอบ” “ ถุงยางอนามัยมันเสื่อมคุณภาพหรือไง ป้องกันยังไงมีเด็กหน้าตาเหมือนมึงอย่างกับย้อนเวลามายืนอยู่ตรงนี้เนี่ย!!” เสียงของหรรษาผู้เป็นแม่เอ่ยขึ้น “ ก็ผมไม่รู้จริงๆแม่” “ มึงไปหาคำตอบมา ไม่งั้นแม่จะฟาดที่หัวแตกเลย!!”

My childhood friend used to be a gifted young artist until he fell in love with the most beautiful girl on campus. I told his parents about it, and he was forced to study abroad. Eventually, he took control of the family business, and I became one of his employees. Following his orders, my boss drugged my drink and sent me to the room of a business associate. I was subjected to humiliation and torture until I died.I woke up again, realizing that I had been transported back in time to a point before all of these events had occurred.

I knew perfectly well that people from the Emirates do not eat pork. Yet this time, I watched in silence as my husband's childhood sweetheart insisted on placing a pork dish on the table. In fact, I even supported her decision. In my past life, when our company hosted a welcome banquet for powerful investors from the Emirates, she had been desperate to flaunt her cooking. Against all reason, she forced a pork dish onto the menu. I stopped her then. I explained that pork was forbidden by religious belief, and that offending the investors could cost us everything. If they withdrew their funding, the company's finances would collapse overnight. She took my warning as jealousy. In a fit of rage, she ran out of the banquet hall and was struck by a car, leaving her in a permanent vegetative state. I thought my husband would break down. Instead, he remained calm, stayed through the dinner, and secured the investment in surprisingly calmness. The truth revealed itself later. After the company went public, he brought me abroad under the guise of business, only to drag me onto a medical ship in international waters. As my kidney was cut from my body, I cried and asked him why. His answer came with a slap. "If you hadn't been jealous back then... If you hadn't tried to sabotage her, she wouldn't have ended up like that." I died in agony on the operating table. After my death, he used the money from selling my organs to cure his beloved childhood sweetheart, and the two of them went on to live rich, comfortable lives together. And then I opened my eyes again, back to the very day she decided to serve pork to the clients.

Riley’s uncle betrayed her—joining forces with the Lycans to kill her parents and steal their pack. To secure even more power, he forced her into an arranged marriage with Knight Darkmoon, the ambitious son of an Alpha. In a world where only men can enter Alpha Academy and inherit a pack, Riley makes a dangerous choice: she will become the first female Alpha. Cutting her hair and hiding her scent, she takes her cousin Ethan’s place and enrolls. But fate has a cruel twist. Knight Darkmoon isn’t just her enemy and unwanted fiancé—he’s also her fated mate. And worse… her new roommate. Now Riley must guard her secret with her life, even as her heart begins to betray her.

During the holiday season, a flood hits. The company's warehouse is submerged up to the third floor. Due to the emergency, I have my assistant tell everyone to come back a day early to help. I promise that the company will provide stipends and extra time off to make up for this. But on that day, a Gen Z employee goes live across the internet to report me. "Oh, my God. It's 2025, yet there are still companies forcing employees to adjust their time off and work overtime! Is this heartless boss so broke that she needs to exploit us like this? Will she die if she doesn't squeeze us out of every drop of usefulness? Company notices override the law. Impressive stuff, this is!" Soon, the company ends up on the trending list due to criticism from the online community. Even the regulators come knocking to hold us accountable. In the end, the company is forced to cancel the notice. A lot of equipment isn't salvaged in time, resulting in significant losses. The employee even posts a victory lap. "Give the boss a tiny lesson—see if she dares to force overtime again!" I'm so angry that I laugh out loud. I tell my assistant to cancel the annual benefit we give all employees—an entire month of paid time off for Christmas and the New Year holidays. If we have to stick strictly to the law, then fine. Have it your way!

Susan Miller, my father's caretaker, often complains that the supplements keep running out. The wild kingroots that are worth 500 thousand dollars are completely used up even though Susan has only made soup with them twice in a row. As I filter through the medicinal residue with a frown on my face, Susan sinks down to her knees and begins slapping herself. "They must have melted in the soup because of my lack of attention! Please dock my pay, Ms. Lawson, but please don't fire me!" But that night, I come across a post uploaded by Susan's son, Roman Cox, on Instagram. "Hi everyone! Today, I'm challenging myself to eat two wild kingroots in one go!" When I see Roman picking up a familiar-lookng giftbox, I feel my temper flaring instantly. Then, I order a packet of potent aphrodisiacs meant for animals on the spot. It turns out that Roman intends to chug down my prized Romanee-Conti in the next episode of his stream. Well then, I'll let him have his feel of drinking something else!

　　Three years ago, at the very wedding I had meticulously prepared, my fiancé, Vito Rossi, turned the ceremony into a stage to propose to his childhood sweetheart, Isabella. 　　When I dared to confront him, he didn't offer an apology. Instead, he threw me into a subterranean dungeon. Whippings, starvation, and systematic humiliation—I nearly drew my last breath in that living hell. 　　Eventually, I chose to let them go. I walked away and married the man who sits at the absolute peak of the underworld—Lorenzo De Santis, the Godfather of the De Santis family. 　　Three years later, at the San Antonio Docks. 　　I accompanied Lorenzo for a business negotiation, but a sudden matter forced him to step away, leaving his men to receive me. I never expected to run into Vito after three years of silence. 　　Vito and his now-fiancée humiliated me in front of the crowd, even accusing me of being a spy and threatening to arrest me. 　　I turned my gaze toward my husband, who had just arrived—the man who rules the entire Mafia world. I lifted my chin and looked at him. 　　"Lorenzo," I said, my voice steady and clear. "This maniac wants to throw your wife into a dungeon again. How do you intend to handle this?"

My best friend asked me to conduct a blood test on her before she got married to the richest man in the city. That was how I found out that she had AIDS. Due to patient confidentiality and her claim that her fiance would not mind, I did not tell him about her diagnosis. Later on, he contracted AIDS as well. When this happened, my best friend went online and pointed the finger at me. “Maya Sullivan intentionally kept the results of my blood test a secret. That’s why my husband got AIDS. It’s all her fault!” Even my boyfriend added fuel to the fire. “This isn’t the first time Maya has set Pearl up. She only got AIDS because Maya used an infected needle to take her blood sample!” No matter how much I insisted otherwise, everyone kept hounding me about it. To avoid the fallout, I was forced to move myself and my parents to another city to start fresh. However, in a fit of rage, Pearl’s husband crashed into our car and killed all of us. He was later sentenced to death, so Pearl inherited all of his assets. She then lived in luxury with my boyfriend. When I opened my eyes again, I discovered that I had gone back in time. It was the day that Pearl had undergone her health checkup.

At my own wedding, I find out the woman behind the veil isn't even the one I'm supposed to be marrying. Instead of getting mad, I give her the wedding of the century. It's all because of what happened in my past life. I'd exposed that she wasn't my bride in front of everyone and blew up the whole ceremony. That forced Jessie Clarke, who'd been at the hospital with her childhood sweetheart, Oliver Grant, to rush over reluctantly so we could still get married. Because of that, Oliver refused treatment and died on the operating table. When I heard he was gone, I told Jessie she should see him one last time, but she refused. All she said was, "Blame it on his bad luck." After we got married, we acted just as in love as before. I kept getting money from my family to save her company every time it was on the verge of collapse. But on the anniversary of Oliver's death, Jessie shoved me off the top floor of her company. I hit the ground hard enough to end up a broken, bloody mess. As I fell, I caught one last look at her face, streaked with tears. "If you hadn't forced me back to marry you, Oliver wouldn't have died! You get to keep me, but I lost him for good! Why do you get to live a happy life?" So that was it. She'd blamed me for Oliver's death from the start. She'd never loved me at all. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back at our wedding ceremony.