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Even knowing that wailing at an Eravalen aristocratic funeral was considered disrespectful to the deceased, I let my husband's adopted sister make a scene anyway. In my previous life, my husband, Robert Baker, had a distant relative among the Eravalen aristocracy who passed away. A lawyer informed him that he stood to inherit the estate and invited him to attend the funeral. His adopted sister, Mia Carter, insisted on tagging along to see how the privileged few in another country lived. She wanted to rub shoulders with nobles and make herself look important, even planning to wail dramatically in front of everyone. I rushed to stop her. "Public mourning is taboo among Eravalen nobility. Forget inheriting anything. We'll all be thrown out!" Yet she burst into tears, accusing me of looking down on her and thinking she was not good enough to mingle with aristocrats. She stormed out and was killed by street thugs in a random attack. I thought Robert would fall apart, but he stayed silent through the entire funeral and collected his inheritance without a hitch. Six months later, on our wedding anniversary, he took me to the snowy mountains for a photoshoot. The moment we reached the peak, he shoved me into a sleeping bag and tied it shut. "If you hadn't blown everything out of proportion, Mia never would've run off and gotten herself shot." He buried me alive in the snow. I froze to death, and he used that aristocratic fortune to become the CEO of a publicly traded company. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mia insisted on wailing at the funeral.

My best friend, Sienna Monroe, who always swears she'll never marry, goes with me to the fertility clinic and suddenly snatches away the donor profile I choose. That's when I know she has come back to life too. In my previous life, I wanted a mixed-race baby, so I chose the IVF route. Sienna mocked me, saying I'd just be raising someone else's child. But two weeks later, I was taken to the royal palace of Valoria. It turned out the donor I picked was none other than the Prince of Valoria, a man of eight national lineages. He not only insisted on marrying me as his princess but also promised that our child would inherit the throne. The baby and I were cherished by the entire royal family, so much so that the jewels they draped over me nearly bent my back. Meanwhile, Sienna flaunted her extreme feminist stance and offended business partners. In the end, she was fired and blacklisted across the industry. Sienna spent all her savings on a plane ticket to attend my party, where I would introduce my baby to everyone. But when I went to welcome her, she crushed my son to death in her hands and splashed concentrated acid on me. "You don't deserve such good fortune! You worthless witch!" But when I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the day I asked her to go with me to the fertility clinic.

My contract with the company is about to come to an end, and I'm already planning to renew it. But a few days before that, my boss, Dustin Kline, requested that I lower the percentage of my bonus in the project. The reason he gave is that I'm still young. Even if I were to take over other projects, I'd also do a good job. Dustin even made empty promises to me just so he could get me to give the projects I'm in charge of to Sandy Richmond, the new department manager in the company. When I refused to do so, he threatened to not give me my salary in order to get me to comply. The next day, the company is reduced to a laughing stock at the product launch event. Our client thinks the company's technological skills are too weak to back up the big talk, so they refuse to pay the remainder of the contracted sum. When Dustin begs me for help, I just look at him in amusement. "I refuse to get manipulated by anyone in this workplace. You're more than capable of dealing with your own problems. I believe in you, Mr. Kline."

I begged my husband ninety-nine times to go with me to Jay Boone's concert. On the hundredth time, he finally bought two front-row tickets. Dressed to the nines, I was stopped at the entrance by security because I couldn't produce my ticket. By the time the concert ended, I still hadn't been able to get through to him on the phone. News broke that my husband and his young girlfriend were at the concert, requesting "Sunny Day" from Jay Boone. The story shot straight to the trending charts. There's no rain in the lyrics of "Sunny Day." Because the only world caught in a torrential downpour was mine.

私は桐島西洲（きりしま さいしゅう）の手紙に、少しずつ落とされた。 一通、また一通――あの人は、そうやって私を手に入れた。 遠距離恋愛。 私たちは、あの四年間をひたすら信じて、耐えて、続けてきた。 今でも覚えている。 お急ぎ便で届いた便箋の手触りも、最後に必ず書かれていたあの言葉――【愛してる、西洲より】 だから私は、一度たりとも、彼の本気を疑ったことがなかった。 あの女に会うまでは。 私の娘より二歳年上の、まだ幼さの残る女。 彼の子どもを宿したそのお腹は、少しだけ膨らみ始めていた。

พันธะร้ายแสนรัก ความจริงแล้วการที่เขากลับมาที่ไทยในครั้งนี้เขาไม่ได้จะมาสร้างครอบครัวกับเธอหรอกนะ แต่เขาตัดสินใจดีแล้วว่าเขาอยากจะมาหย่ากับเธอเพราะตอนนี้เขาโตขึ้นแล้ว โตขึ้นมากกว่า 4 ปีที่แล้วและผ่านเรื่องราวที่เจ็บปวดที่สุดในชีวิต เขาอยากจะเป็นคนที่กล้าตัดสินใจด้วยตัวของเขา เขาจะไม่ยอมอยู่ใต้อาณัติขอพ่อหรือย่าของเขาอีกแล้ว “ผมตัดสินใจแล้วนะ” สายตาคู่คมจ้องสบตาของเธอด้วยแววตาที่แน่วแน่ “ผมว่าเราหย่ากันเถอะ” รอยยิ้มที่อยู่บนใบหน้าของเธอกลับเลือนหายไปในทันทีเหมือนคำพูดของเขานั้นกระชากทั้งความสุขและความปรารถนาของเธอให้หลุดออกไปจากชีวิตโดยที่เธอไม่ทันได้ตั้งตัว “คุณว่าอะไรนะ” “เราไม่ได้รักกันและผมคงจะอยู่กับคุณในฐานะสามีต่อไปไม่ได้ ผมทำไม่ได้จริง ๆ มันทรยศความรู้สึกของผม” คำพูดของเขามันทำให้เธอขัดใจเป็นที่สุด เธอไม่ได้เสียใจที่เขาพูดว่าเราไม่ได้รักกันเพราะความจริงมันก็เป็นอย่างนั้นแหละ ตั้งแต่ที่จดทะเบียนสมรสกันมา 4 ปีก็ไม่ได้เจอหน้าค่าตากันเลย เธอเพิ่งจะมาเห็นหน้าของสามีที่จดทะเบียนด้วยก็วันนี้นี่ “ฉันไม่หย่า”  

'พริก' มีเพื่อนชายรายล้อมถึง 4 คน แต่ใจกลับสั่นไหวกับคนคนเดียวตลอด 4 ปี ความสัมพันธ์ที่ไม่มีทางข้ามขั้น 'เพื่อน' แต่เพราะความชิดขยับเคลื่อนเข้าใกล้ ความรู้สึกที่ข้างในก็เริ่มจะคุมไม่อยู่หนักขึ้นทุกที

The wedding had reached the part where the groom kissed the bride. I closed my eyes and leaned in to kiss Stella Stafford, only to end up with a mouthful of fur. Her assistant held up the camera and burst out laughing. "The almighty Mr. Rowe can't even tell if he's kissing a person or a dog?" I stared at the Husky in front of me, its tongue lolling out, and felt my stomach churn. I was about to lay into him when Stella stepped in to block me. "It was just a joke. No hard feelings." Laurent Reilly smirked smugly, his tone dripping with arrogance. "And guess what? This Husky happens to be a female, so why don't you just marry her instead? You're not good enough for Stella anyway." The employees erupted in laughter. Mortified, I kicked him square in the chest, sending him sprawling. The next second, Stella smashed a wine bottle over my head and demanded an apology. I wiped the mix of wine and blood from my face, then dialed an overseas number with a cold grin. "The wedding is short one bride. You in?"

After being cursed by a witch, werewolves and werelions could no longer shift to their wolves and lions at will. Well, except Rendall and Helia and the question is why? Eighteen years later after the curse, Rendall, the rebellious son of Alpha of the werewolves, and feisty Helia, daughter of the Alpha of the werelions met and they realized that they were mates. Why did the moon goddess let a witch curse her own? And, can an heir of Khron really become the Luna of werewolves that are against her kind?

I sponsored Emily Fagan from an underprivileged background just to help her get through school. She was good-looking but wasn't exactly the brightest. Despite my warning not to tamper with my things, she slipped stimulants into my water bottle. Thanks to her, I was accused of cheating in the swimming competition. Our team's score was nullified. As for me, I was banned from competing for life and kicked out of college. When I confronted her, she cried pitifully, "Julie, I just wanted you to win. I didn't know that'd happen." My boyfriend, Elijah Strauss, held her and comforted her. He even snapped at me, claiming, "Em had good intentions. Why are you giving her a hard time?" Crushed, I shut myself in at home. Feeling sorry, she and Elijah visited me and brought along some vodka as an apology. After I took ten shots, I asked her to buy some over-the-counter pain relievers for my splitting headache. Little did I know that she'd make me take a dangerous dose of Ibuprofen mixed with alcohol. The bleeding in my stomach was what killed me. Emily looked pitifully remorseful at the hospital. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't even tell what I shouldn't have given her…" During the police interrogation, my boyfriend gave false testimony to protect her. He accused me of taking my own life by mixing Ibuprofen and alcohol because I couldn't handle the mental stress from cheating in the competition. When I reopened my eyes, I found out that I was transported to the day before the competition.