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The day before the start of a new semester, Gianna Sutton, my online girlfriend, tells me she lost me to her best friend in a dice game. I haven't even figured out what's going on when she suddenly adds me to the group chat with more than a hundred people. I notice the newly made announcement pinned to the top. "Congratulations to Natalia, our campus belle, for winning herself a 220-pound boyfriend!" Just then, someone posts a photo of me from high school. I am wearing an oversized uniform in the photo, my stomach pushing against the desk before me. I am so overweight that my eyes are barely visible. Those in the group chat immediately go wild. "That thing can't be human! It's clearly a

I picked a trolley once I got in merrily making my way to the food isle when my phone rang in my jeans. The caller ID was accompanied by Charlie’s smug smile on my screen and I rolled my eyes at it. Charlie Chen was my co-worker, well more of partner that had taught me the ropes of being an executive in the finance department of Elise’s company. While he was a bit of snob, he was the best pal I had had since Molly, Issa and Lucy. And just from the name, he was your typical prim and proper K-drama boyfriend. Onyx eyes, lanky, dark hair, tailored suits from Monday to Sunday but apart from that he was that friend you couldn’t live without and he knew it.

I had always known Tom had a thing for me but I never gave him a chance because I had Rowan. Tom was way more handsome than Rowan, with the tempting hazel eyes and plump heart shaped lips that always looked so succulent, they begged to be kissed. "So, uh, Jade, how's that boyfriend of yours. I think it was Matthew? Peter?" Tom said, sounding sarcastic. He never really liked Rowan and would always tell me I deserved someone better. And I bet that someone was him in a pretext. "They're no longer together. That Raymond guy is an a**hole." Valerie fumed.

Three days after my boyfriend’s adopted sister died a tragic death, I clutched a so-called "hush money" check in my hand and became an accomplice in everyone’s eyes. My boyfriend once knelt in the pouring rain to beg me, and his sister's five-year-old daughter cried and begged me to testify, but I refused them both. Ten years later, when I was dying of cancer, my boyfriend Keal Simpson had become a billionaire. He founded a brain-computer interface tech company and developed a memory extraction device intended for the dead. If used on the living, it causes immense pain.

Three years together, and my boyfriend, Julian Thorne, still acted like a Puritan in bed. Even in the heat of the moment, he never let me kiss him. He always made me turn my back to him, like looking at my face was some kind of sin. Today was supposed to be the day I funded the newly established "Vance Charity Foundation." But when I logged into the company account, I was locked out. A notification popped up on the screen: [Vance Industries Acquisition Complete. New Owner: Thorne Group].

The moment we returned to Jonah's place and the door closed, he pinned me against it and kissed me deeply. I tried to push him away, but he firmly held my hands in place. It wasn't until I was almost out of breath that he finally pulled back and gently held me. "Don't push me away. I'm your boyfriend. Even if you have lost your memory for now, we'll get close again, little by little." I looked up at him, stunned. I came from a pretty average background, worlds apart from these trust fund babies. Jonah used to seem like he couldn't stand me, so I did my best to stay out of his way.

Ezekiel, maintaining his composure, reached out and shook it firmly. "So, you’re Kathrine’s boyfriend?" Dad said with a hint of curiosity, though his tone carried an undertone of something sharper. I arched my brows, surprised and uneasy at Dad’s choice of words. He shouldn’t have phrased it like that. Ezekiel, unbothered, replied calmly, "I’m Ezekiel. That’s my identity—not just being Kathrine’s boyfriend." The two men exchanged calm looks, but the tension between them was unmistakable, like the air had grown thicker with unspoken challenges.

“I understand that seeing the building of the registry can be unnerving. But I’m here, my cherry. I'm with you every step of the way. You have no idea how much it means to me that you agreed to this. For the first time in a long while, I feel like I have someone on my side—someone who understands me. Yes, it might be a contract, but I still consider you as more than a business partner, Cherry. You’re… important to me. Don’t leave me hanging now.” Shit. I think I’ve forgotten how to breathe. If anyone else called me “Cherry”, I might slap the name out of their mouth. But when Caspian says it, I feel this warmth, this desire to hear it over and over. “You think I’ve got cold feet?” I say, tryi

When are you giving the money back? I stared at the text and felt a wave of nausea. [Your dad’s illness is incurable. Don’t waste the money. Just come home and live a normal life. That’s better than anything.] After a few minutes, he texted me again. [If you really can’t come up with the money, that’s fine too. You can just agree to have a few kids for me, and we’ll forget about the cash gift. I won’t even go after you for the eighteen thousand in fake bills. How about that? I’m being pretty generous, right?]

I forced myself to stay calm as I scooped up the little dog by my feet. At the same time, I grabbed the drink sitting nearby and took a sip. No wonder the usually quiet Daisy wouldn't stop barking the first time she met my boyfriend, Hayden Klein. She remembered him from our previous life too. I frowned. Hayden once saved my life. In light of that, I'd overlooked every flaw he had. It turned out he was never worth it. However, why did Daisy think his quiet, reserved friend had feelings for me? Oliver Hughes was not the kind of person to go for his friend's girlfriend.