Fruit Tea Lemon

"It's wrong," Evans said boldly. "What?" Adrian asked, his face filled with a still coldness. Evans wondered if he was making the mistake of his life, but he continued. "The numbers. It's wrong." "Explain," Adrian spoke. Evans cleared his throat, straightened up and walked to the large screen. Then began highlighting everything. When he was done. he expected an applause for saving them from a $300 million debt but instead they gave him the stone glaze. And the one word he never thought he would hear in his life. "Mr. Carter. You're fired." Evan blinked. This was his first day in the job and he was already losing it. Refusing to go down easily, he spoke his mind. his boss, hovering tall against him. Shaking, he held his stand. But there was one thing Evans wasn't prepared for. The crazy ordeal that would change his "Fired" to "You're coming with me." And worse, he had to witness his correction ruin the engagement ceremony of his boss and fiancée. If that wasn't enough, Evans found himself falling for his boss. But, Adrian was as straight as an arrow — right? Or So he thought. How will their explosive chemistry click? Read on to find out!

I chase after Dean Wagner for five years while Graham Ashford chases after me for seven. When Dean marries Emily Caldwell, I finally say yes to being Graham's girlfriend. Graham is over the moon. He treats me like I'm everything to him, like he'd do whatever it takes just to make me happy. But Graham doesn't believe in marriage. Even when our daughter turns four, he still hasn't married me. He won't even let her call him "Dad". One night, I overhear him joking around with his buddies. "Your daughter's already four. You still aren't bringing your wife and kid home to meet your parents?" Graham taps his knuckles on the table and laughs. "You know why I got with Nora and had a kid with her. I just want to make Emily jealous. "Nora's easy to fool. She won't ever leave me, even if I never bring her or the kid home." He thinks he has me all figured out, but he doesn't. I turn and leave without a word, then plan to leave him for good. A man like that doesn't deserve my love. And he sure as well doesn't deserve to be my daughter's father.

On the way back to work after the New Year, my wife Liana Corn and I got into a car accident. Opening my eyes again, I realized that we had returned to the time we just started dating. In our previous life, we were married for eight years. Life was good, but she refused to have any children. Later, I learned that she had always kept her childhood sweetheart in her heart. After our regression, I decided to set us both free. We both deleted each other's contacts without a word, stopped seeing each other, and became complete strangers. Eight years later, Liana became a top investor. At our class reunion, she made a high-profile announcement with her childhood sweetheart Serge Gibson. Seeing that I had come to the reunion alone, she teased me. "Ryan Carter, I know I'm attractive. You love me for two lifetimes and still can't let go, but you don't need to cling to me like this." I pretended not to hear and took my son by the hand. Liana's face instantly turned pale, her eyes bloodshot. "Didn't you say you'd love only me for life?" she demanded. "How can you have a son with someone else?!"

I was five months pregnant when my husband, James Fletcher, allowed his mistress to invade our lives—on the very night of our wedding anniversary. But she didn’t just come to flaunt her presence. She came to take my life. Pregnant and vulnerable, I confronted her, desperately clinging to my dignity. But the fight ended with me tumbling down the staircase, my swollen belly crashing against the cold, hard ground. Blood seeped across the floor, vivid and unrelenting. James only arrived after hearing about his precious mistress’ ordeal. He stood there, staring at the pool of blood, at my broken body. But instead of helping me, he rushed to her side. She had nothing but a few superficial scratches, yet he swept her off to the hospital like she was the one dying. By the time he returned, my child was gone. The doctors barely managed to save me. And what did James do? He struck me in front of everyone, his words sharper than the sting of his hand. "Lisa only wanted to bring you a Christmas gift, and you attacked her out of nowhere! You shameless witch!" “She didn’t force her way in! What nonsense! I gave her the house key ages ago. You just can’t stand that she’s prettier and kinder than you!" “You didn’t just hurt her. You killed my child! You vile, despicable woman. Why couldn’t it have been you instead?” Lisa stood beside him, pretending to comfort him while flashing me a smug, victorious smirk. James’s vicious tirade didn’t stop there. He dragged my name onto the internet, painting me as a monster.

My family has this outdated tradition. On my twenty-second birthday, whoever gets my heirloom bracelet first becomes my wife. For the past eighteen years, my childhood sweetheart, Madison Young, teased that she’d be the one to claim them. However, when I opened the box, the beads snapped and spilled across the floor, right in front of a blind girl passing by, Grace Bellamy. She bent down and picked them up. Madison made a scene, urging me to marry her instead, just to please my father’s illegitimate son, Connor Vaughn. Watching Grace stand there, flustered and surrounded, I stepped forward, shielding her with my body. "Fine," I said. "I’ll marry her."

On the streets of Milan, our nanny, Fiona, livestreamed my son’s limited-edition sneakers. A few days later, she shockingly transformed into my son’s stepmother. I overheard Anthony telling Fiona, “Once Francesca signs the divorce papers, all her assets will be ours.” Anthony was the man I had loved for ten years and had defied my family to marry. I took a step back, pretending to break down in tears, trembling as I told him I would give him anything as long as he didn’t go through with the divorce. What they didn’t know was that I had just dialed the number I hadn’t called in ten years. In a low voice, I said, “Father, the game is over. Your heiress, the principessa, is coming home.”

After my girlfriend's father hit someone with a car, he took his own life because he didn't want to get arrested. But in doing so, he left behind a huge debt he had racked up. In order to help my girlfriend pay off the compensation, I work around the clock as a food deliveryman. Every day, I sleep less than four hours just to squeeze in more work. But when I finish delivering a new order, I notice a man clad in a bathrobe standing in front of me at a hotel suite's doorway. He's completely covered in hickeys. A young woman dressed in a sexy nightgown hugs him from behind. "I'm absolutely famished right now because of how long you've been tormenting me in bed earlier, darling! Hurry up and grab the takeout!" I can only stare at the woman, completely shell-shocked. That's when the bag of takeout slips off my fingers and crashes onto the floor. The woman takes a step backward. Her brows drawn into a frown, she exclaims, "How are my boyfriend and I supposed to enjoy the food now that it's all dirty?" After that, she kicks the takeout at me right away, spilling grease all over my clothes. I remain rooted to the spot, still stunned. This woman… is Irene Swensen, my girlfriend who's about to get engaged to me.

When I was two months pregnant, the Alpha, Lucas, asked me to give blood to his childhood friend. She pretended to have been injected with wolfsbane by a rogue werewolf and required the Luna's blood to recover. “Jessica, your physical constitution is good; hurry and give Lilith a blood transfusion!” “A real Luna wouldn’t just stand by and watch her die!” Lucas and his friends pushed me into the operating room. “It’s just a blood transfusion; it won’t harm the fetus. Even if we lose it, we can have another, but Lilith must survive.” I gave up struggling, watching my blood being drawn and transferred into Lilith's body. After waking up, I dragged myself home, only to be pushed to the ground by Lucas. I ended up with a miscarriage. That was the moment I decided to give up on this relationship.

Dahil sa mga masasamang nangyari sa buhay ni Adella, napilitan siyang pumasok bilang dancer sa isang club, para lamang mabuhay. Hindi niya akalaing doon niya makikita at makikilala ang iniidolong sikat na surfer na si Apollo Williams. Unang pagtatama pa lamang ng mga mata nila, alam na ni Adella na may kakaiba siyang nararamdaman dito. Ngunit paano siya magugustuhan ng isang tinitingalang taong katulad ni Apollo, gayon ang tingin lamang nito sa kanya ay isang mababang uri ng babae. For him, she was just his whore. Magkakaroon kaya ng katugunan ang nararamdaman ng dalaga patungkol dito? O mananatili na lamang siyang bayarang babae para kay Apollo?

Demi menikahi pria miskin yang dicintainya, Kyra Scott rela bertengkar dengan kedua orang tuanya dan mogok makan. Setelah menikah, Kyra membantu suaminya, Deven Gale, untuk meniti karier dan masa depannya.Setelah berada di puncak kesuksesan, hal pertama yang dilakukan suaminya adalah melepas topeng sandiwaranya selama ini dan mencampakkan Kyra. Dia mengabaikan Kyra selama setahun untuk memaksanya bercerai dan menginjak-injak harga diri yang dibanggakan Kyra. Selain itu, dia bahkan mengutuk Kyra untuk mati mengenaskan ....Sesuai keinginan Deven, Kyra yang takut kedinginan itu akhirnya meninggal di tengah hamparan salju dengan darah yang menggenang di sekitarnya. Deven kehilangan akal sehatnya saat melihat hal itu. Hanya dalam waktu singkat, pria yang selama ini terlihat dingin itu akhirnya jatuh terpuruk. Dia terus memanggil nama Kyra dan memohonnya untuk bangun dan pulang bersamanya ....