Ginger Girl

It's about the life of a nerdy girl that fall inlove to a very handsome and famous man but when she fall inlove to this man her life is change. she become miserable always bullied by the others and she dont know how to face it until such day a big guy which is the stranger man told her that she is the missing daughter of his rich boss and then her life change she become a independent woman, she change her old self to be a famous one, she become successful woman and comeback for revenge. She become successful and ready to go back in her old place for the revenge that she planned before but there's one thing the revenge that she do has no effect to his exlover even though she make his ex lover life miserable.until such day she found out that what happened in the past is just a misunderstanding. His ex always care for her that's why at last she forget all the bad memories at the past and give a forgiveness.

You are the CEO of Garner Empire. You are looking for your wife for the last five years who you abandoned at the altar without knowing how she looked. You know nothing about her except she has azure eyes. What would you do if she is right there under your nose working as your PA? Wait a minute! What would you do if she is working as your PA under the disguise of a boy? Once her identity is revealed what will you do? Throw her out of your business empire and your life? Or will you spoil her to bits?

Aku mendapati diri ku bertransmigrasi ke dalam novel dark romance yang begitu dewasa dan membara. Aku bahkan memasuki tubuh Julia, pemeran utama wanita yang jadi bahan obsesi gila pemeran utama pria.

"You need me." He told me. My eyes narrowed slightly at the way he was so sure. "I don't," I said. He arched a brow. "Jenny, you need me as much as I need you. I just want to help you and in return, you will be my wife for a year till I get my potential bride and by doing that, I will be able to get my mother off my neck." He said. I knew what he said was true and that I needed him. "Okay, for just a year?" "Yes, just a year." He replied. * * * * She needed him. He wanted her. Jenny Darlington knew she only had herself to blame when Jason Thorne, her unrelenting neighbor, made that request. She had accepted his help to claim custody of her kid and in return, she will be his wife for twelve months. She soon realized that Jason was not all the jovial and funny guy he showed. He was seductive and alluring. He was the guilty pleasure of ladies who wanted to be beneath him, writhing and moaning in pleasure. He hummed with whispers of temptation - the temptation to sin and surrender, to let him make you his. He was capable of awakening every dead need and desire. But he was not capable of one thing. That thing has been the secret he carried in his heart for years. Jenny thought she had accepted a minor thing, only for her to find out that what she had accepted was not ordinary. She accepted Sin In Tom Ford Suit. What happens when she resumes her new job and she figures out that her new boss was her... Contract husband?

On the day of my wedding with my girlfriend, I was unexpectedly informed by the hotel that our ceremony had to be postponed by a couple of hours. With no time to notify relatives and friends of the change, I had to rush to the hotel entrance to intercept guests. Upon arriving, I was stopped at the door by security, who told me that a wedding was currently taking place inside. The host's voice could be heard as I saw my girlfriend, wearing a veil, smiling and extending her hand to a man who was half-kneeling. In the audience, all the bride's relatives who were supposed to attend our wedding were seated, clapping and cheering. The man on stage was her dream guy and also my current superior. Seeing me causing a commotion, my girlfriend warned me, "I'm just helping out. Alex is your superior. I'm also doing this to help you. Don't cause any trouble." Just helping out? I had booked the wedding venue, chosen the time, designed the wedding dress, and personally sent out the invitations. How could a wedding be rearranged so suddenly? I looked coldly at the ring box the man was holding. "It seems my taste is quite similar to my yours. If that's the case, this diamond ring is yours, including the wife." My girlfriend finally panicked.

A group of unexpected guests suddenly barged into my relative’s funeral. The woman, Xena Carter, leading them claimed to be my husband’s girlfriend and declared that she was here to punish me, the supposed mistress. Out of respect for the funeral, I did not want to make a scene, so I calmly suggested she wait until it was over. But out of nowhere, she lashed out and ordered her group to shred all of my clothes. My relatives around us did nothing and watched coldly as it happened. I calmly dusted myself off, stood up, and led her over to the urn. "This urn for my mother was bought by your boyfriend. It cost nearly a million!" As expected, the mistress flew into a rage, smashing the urn to pieces. "You shameless family of lowlifes! Don’t think you’ll get a single cent from my boyfriend, even in death!" What she did not know was that when I said "mother," I was referring to my husband’s mother, my mother-in-law. She was causing a scene at my mother-in-law’s funeral, and she had just smashed her urn to pieces.

The boy, George Larson, whom I once saved as a child, when he was struggling with asthma, repaid my kindness by imprisoning me for seven long years. "Luna, you're my everything. I won’t let you out of my sight," he said, his voice filled with obsession. He tied my hands and feet, keeping me bound to the bed like a helpless doll, but I did not love him; I wanted to escape. In his madness, he set fire to my family’s ancestral home. The last traces of the Sachs burned to ashes, disappearing into the wind. He said that since my home was gone, I could just live with him and that it would be my new home. However, because I refused to let him touch me, he found someone else—a girl with a beauty mark under her eye, just like mine. The girl, drunk on his affection, thought I was trying to imitate her by faking the same tear-shaped mark. In a fit of jealousy, she gouged out my eyes. My face was covered with tiny, bleeding holes, blood streaming down my body. When George came home, the girl gleefully stuffed me into a trash bag, proud of her handiwork. “George, look! I caught some trash that broke into the house!” George did not even glance at me. He just loosened his tie, his voice calm and detached. “Just toss it where trash belongs.”

I go deaf in an attempt to save James Duncan. He falls to his knees before my parents and begs them to let me marry him. He says he'll care for me for life. He finally passes his five-year test, but he sleeps with his lover before our wedding. He does it before my very eyes. He clamps a hand over her mouth and says, "Be quiet. Don't wake Layla up." His lover giggles and nibbles on his palm. "What's there to be afraid of? She's deaf; she can't hear us." James doesn't know that I've already regained my hearing. He and his lover are also unaware that their behavior is being livestreamed.

When the yacht was sinking, and only one spot was left on the lifeboat, Hendrix Zuckerman chose me. I was rescued, but Yana Bridgeton didn’t make it. She couldn’t wait for the second lifeboat and drowned in the ocean, her body lost forever. Hendrix pretended not to care and went through with our wedding as planned. For five years after our marriage, he trampled me into the dirt, blaming me for Yana's death. When I couldn't take it any longer and wanted a divorce, he decided to die with me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the yacht accident happened. This time, I’ve decided to give the chance to survive to the one he loves most.

The day after my best friend, Sarah Blunt married Patrick, the second son of the Brosnan family, I too became a bride and wed Matthew, his older brother. She married a swimming champion, and I, the rock-climbing coach. We thought we had our futures all figured out. Then, something happened that summer. The four of us planned a getaway but Matthew and Patrick’s baby sister, Megan joined us and our peaceful trip became a crowded affair.  While rock climbing, disaster struck—the rope snapped, and all five of us plummeted into the river below. The brothers rushed frantically to save Megan, leaving Sarah and me at the mercy of the river’s current, battered and tossed like driftwood. By the time the rescue team pulled us from the water, we were bruised, scraped, and utterly spent. In the hospital, Megan and I received devastating news that would change everything.  “You’ve been pregnant for 40 days, Ma’am. How could you put yourself in such a risky situation? Your baby survived, but your friend lost hers.” Shaken, I called Matthew to tell him about the pregnancy. His anger cut through the line. “You’re angry that I went to Megs first and now you’re trying to fool me with a fake pregnancy? She’s my sister—it’s my duty to protect her!” Sarah faced her own storm. Patrick practically scoffed at her grief. “Miscarriage? Do you expect me to believe that? The doctors said you only had a 30% chance of conceiving. I can’t stand women who create drama out of nothing.” Both calls ended abruptly, leaving us stunned as we stared at each other in the sterile light of the hospital room. In that shared silence, we made our decision—we would leave these men behind and start anew, launching a business together. But when the brothers received our divorce papers, they showed up at my door in the middle of a storm, kneeling in the pouring rain, crying through the night for a second chance.