Hai Hai Rice Bowl

Blurb:- “I bought you at a very high price and I expect you to fulfill your duties as my slave,” he reminded her before throwing her to the bed and pinning her to it. “Get off me,” she demanded. He chuckled dangerously, “I bought you to satisfy me in bed and you tell me to get off you?” She squirmed beneath him as he held her neck, “You will do as I ask, Diana . I own you,” he stated in anger. After seeing her younger sister get murdered before her eyes, Diana was sold to the highest bidder as a sex slave. She tried countless times to escape Alpha Rolex who had bought her but it was pointless until she had a vision. Then she vowed to avenge the death of her family and ruin everyone who ever hurt her.

I stand before the judges at the jewelry design competition and admit to plagiarism. Then, I announce my withdrawal from the contest, along with my resignation as Design Director of Fairchild Group. My fiance, Caleb Fairchild, shoots daggers at me. "If you walk away from this competition, our engagement is off!" My father follows up by slapping me across the face. "First, you plagiarize your own sister, and now you're breaking off your engagement with the Fairchilds? Are you trying to ruin our family?" "Oh, I'm not just calling off my engagement. I'm also cutting off my ties with you," I respond apathetically. I make this decision because I have been given a second life. In my previous life, my stepsister and I competed in this contest. First place earns the title of the nation's top jewelry designer and 50 million dollars from Fairchild Group. However, round after round, her designs are exactly the same as mine, and she submits them before I do. The judging panel gives me a pass because of Caleb and lets me advance to the finals, but not without a warning to never plagiarize again. I refuse to believe it. I switch to a brand-new computer, lock myself in my room, and pour everything into a new design. Yet, when the final designs appear on the big screen, history repeats itself. In the end, my sister takes first place and walks away with everything that should have been mine. The reputation I painstakingly built is ruined, and my name is dragged through the mud online. My parents are ashamed of me. They knock me out and sell me off to the countryside to marry an old man. Ultimately, I die after endless abuse. When I open my eyes again, I'm back at the semifinals. Everyone is pointing at me as they stare at the two identical designs.

Mifi grew up believing she was her parents' only child, until the truth shattered everything. A stepsister she never wanted. A family who gave their love and attention to someone else. From that day, resentment took root in her heart. Then came him-Dos. The man who made her feel seen. Wanted. Loved. In his arms, she found the warmth she'd been starved of her entire life. Nights with him became her escape, her secret, her solace. Until the day she discovered the truth. The man she had spent countless nights with... was her stepsister's fiancé.

Scarlett Grey was initially just a young college graduate unaware of the truth surrounding her birth. She leaves her home in Canberra and arrives on a tour to Birmingham city with her bosom friend only to discover too suddenly, the reality that she was the legitimate daughter of a billionaire tycoon. Faced with a new family that wasn't willing to accept her, she fights to fulfil her dead mother's desires amidst the chaos. However, the weight of responsibility seemed too much of a burden to her and she eventually finds herself torn between two men whose presence were of great importance to her life. As the battle for power and love intensifies between her and her half-siblings, Scarlett had vowed to never stop in her taste for revenge amidst it all. She was going to stop at nothing, protecting what was hers and securing the legacy of her late mother. And she doesn't plan to stop just at that, for she must make sure she brings havoc to the one who destroyed her family's chance at attaining happiness. And until she's gotten her perfect revenge, the fight must go on...

My fiancé’s first love and I fell down the stairs at the same time, and he chose to save her instead, leaving me to lie there in a pool of blood as I waited for an ambulance. On the brink of death, I begged him not to abandon me, and he only kicked my hand away, saying, “Elodie, can’t you show a little kindness? Don’t you see that Celeste is unconscious?! “…I’ll make sure you pay for this later!” ‘Later’, as he put it, didn’t come to pass. As he left with his first love in his arms, I died along with the baby inside my womb.

Alessandra Cuevas is an ordinary girl who gave up in pursuing her dreams to support her family. However, she reached the point of tiredness. She then wished for a new life, an adventurous one. Eventually, her wish came true! There, she became Eliane and met new people that accepted and loved her, howbeit, she also experienced the alternate universe’s unjustness. Will Eliane continue to live her new life? Or will she find her way back to her world?

Being the only heiress of the Philippines' largest group of companies, living in luxury is indeed a privilege for Autumn Davis. She may be raised to be resilient but behind her cold personality lies a heart of a woman, yearning for true love. At the night of an intimate family dinner to formally announce her engagement with the country's sought after bachelor, Elliot Carson, the wall she had built to protect her image crumbled to ground when she found out that the only man, Kristopher Ferrer, whom she have ever loved is now her half-sister’s most-prized possession. Aurora Williams on other hand believes that she's nothing but a fruit of an affair by her late mom, Selene and Autumn's father, Benedict. Although life has been tough on her, she still managed to create a name in the shoe industry with the help of her father. In a society where wealth matters more than true love… half sisters, Autumn and Aurora will go neck and neck to get the throne and be crowned as the lone victor. Four lives intertwined by a cruel fate. Will another lie be able to conceal the scar of their pasts?

Après l'incendie, je n'ai plus empêché mon fiancé d'aller sauver sa petite nièce. Je l'ai simplement regardé se précipiter dans les flammes, jusqu'à être englouti par le feu. Dans ma vie précédente, le jour de notre mariage, un incendie avait éclaté à l'hôtel. Mon fiancé et moi avions réussi à nous échapper à temps, mais sa petite nièce, sans lien de sang avec lui, était restée prisonnière. Les flammes étaient trop violentes. Alors que mon fiancé voulait s'élancer pour la sauver, je l'avais retenu de toutes mes forces. Quand le feu avait été éteint, il ne restait plus rien du corps de sa petite nièce. Mon fiancé disait qu'il ne m'en voulait pas, mais le jour de notre troisième anniversaire de mariage, il avait acheté deux billets de plongée pour moi et mon fils. À cent mètres sous l'eau, il avait arraché nos tuyaux d'oxygène avec un rictus cruel. « Puisque tu m'as empêché de sauver Élina ce jour-là, tu aurais dû payer de ta vie. » Je pleurais en lui criant que notre fils était innocent, mais il s'était détourné sans un regard en arrière. Mon fils et moi étions morts asphyxiés. Ce n'est qu'après ma mort que j'avais compris : Mon fiancé avait toujours aimé passionnément sa nièce sans lien de sang. Il me haïssait de l'avoir empêché de la sauver et de l'avoir privé à jamais de son amour. Quand j'ai rouvert les yeux, j'étais revenue au jour de l'incendie…

Lorsque je suis allée refaire le certificat de liaison conjugale, l'agent du service administratif m'a annoncé : « Votre ancien certificat de liaison est un faux. Nous n'avons aucune trace de votre enregistrement ici. » Je n'en croyais pas mes oreilles et j'ai insisté : « Sébastien et moi sommes pourtant officiellement liés depuis cinq ans… Comment est-ce possible ? Pouvez-vous vérifier à nouveau, s'il vous plaît ? » Cyrille a compulsé une seconde fois nos dossiers et a conclu : « Les documents de l'Alpha Sébastien sont bien là… Mais selon nos archives, son partenaire officiel n'est pas vous. » Ma voix s'est brisée : « Qui, alors ? » « Lorie. » Sa réponse était nette. À ce nom, j'ai serré le dossier de la chaise jusqu'à blêmir, luttant pour ne pas m'effondrer. Avant que Cyrille ne prononce le nom de Lorie, j'espérais encore une erreur. Mais maintenant, tout prenait un sens terriblement cohérent. Lorie… n'était autre que l'amie d'enfance de Sébastien ! À cet instant, tant de choses trouvaient enfin une explication : ces cinq années passées comme son partenaire, sans qu'il ne me marque jamais. Notre cérémonie de liaison, cinq ans plus tôt, n'avait été qu'une mascarade. J'avais tout abandonné pour lui, croyant à un bonheur possible. Mais ces cinq années de « félicité » n'étaient qu'une illusion, soigneusement fabriquée par lui. Puisque rien de tout cela ne m'appartenait vraiment… il était temps de partir...

À quatre mois de grossesse, mon mari, obstétricien, m'a accompagnée pour récupérer les résultats de l'examen prénatal. Son sourire s'est figé en voyant le rapport, et il m'a forcée à avorter. Je suis restée stupéfaite : le médecin traitant venait pourtant de dire que le bébé était en parfaite santé ! J'ai libéré mon bras et l'ai interrogé : « Pourquoi avorter ? » Il n'a pas répondu, mais a pris rendez-vous pour l'avortement. Voyant que je voulais m'enfuir, il m'a agrippé le bras : « C'est absolument impossible de garder cet enfant ! » Protégeant mon ventre, j'ai vite appelé mes parents, eux aussi obstétriciens. Mon père, qui m'a toujours chérie, a levé le poing pour frapper mon ventre. Ma mère, le visage terrifié, a secoué frénétiquement la tête : « Non, ça ne va pas. » « Enfermez Amélie avec quelques hommes. » Je ne comprenais pas pourquoi ils voulaient supprimer mon bébé ainsi. J'ai tenté de m'enfuir. Mais ils m'ont enfermée dans une pièce sombre. Voyant le sang couler, j'ai su que mon bébé était perdu. Ma mère est venue me chercher en souriant. Je l'ai suppliée de m'expliquer pourquoi ils m'avaient fait ça. Sans répondre, elle m'a envoyée dans un hôpital psychiatrique. Je suis morte après d'innombrables souffrances dans cet hôpital. En rouvrant les yeux, j'étais de retour au jour où nous devions récupérer le rapport prénatal. Mon mari m'a souri : « Chérie, c'est notre premier enfant. J'attends avec impatience le jour de sa naissance. »