Healing

ว่ากันว่าหลังเที่ยงคืนจะปรากฏแอ็กเคานต์ลึกลับใน TT แอปดัง ในนั้นมีคลิปที่อธิษฐานแล้วก็จะได้สมปรารถนาทุกอย่าง แต่มีขั้นตอนตามนี้ 1.กดใจ 2.คอมเมนต์ความปรารถนา 3.วิธีการตาย ถ้าได้รับเลือกคนคนนั้นก็จะได้รับพรสมปรารถนา แต่ทุกความปราถนามีราคาที่ต้องแลกเปลี่ยน...

Livia Everleigh adalah gadis polos dan kekanakan yang hidup dalam kemewahan tanpa mengetahui betapa gelapnya dunia di sekitarnya. Sebagai anak tunggal dari pasangan Richard Everleigh dan Eleanor, ia selalu dimanja dan tidak pernah menghadapi kesulitan. Livia memiliki kebiasaan unik ia sangat menyukai permen kapas dan cokelat panas. Bagi Livia, hidup adalah tentang menikmati hal-hal kecil yang manis dan menyenangkan. Ia sering membawa sekantong permen dalam tasnya dan tidak bisa tidur tanpa menyeruput cokelat panas sebelum tidur. Namun, dunia yang ia kenal hancur dalam sekejap. Ayahnya terbukti menggelapkan uang dalam jumlah besar dari perusahaan Vanderbilt Corp, yang dipimpin oleh Zayn Vanderbilt seorang CEO kejam dan berkuasa. Zayn tidak percaya pada belas kasihan. Baginya, pengkhianatan hanya bisa dibayar dengan nyawa. Ketika Richard Everleigh hampir kehilangan segalanya, Zayn memberikan satu pilihan: menyerahkan Livia sebagai jaminan, atau menghadapi konsekuensi yang lebih mematikan. Demi menyelamatkan keluarganya, Livia terpaksa masuk ke dalam dunia yang jauh berbeda dari kehidupannya yang nyaman. Di sisi Zayn, Livia menjadi seperti boneka dalam sangkar emas diperlakukan seperti tahanan, tetapi tetap dikelilingi kemewahan. Gadis polos itu tetap membawa sekantong permen di kantong bajunya, bahkan di bawah ancaman Zayn. Sementara Zayn melihatnya sebagai alat untuk membalas dendam, Livia justru berusaha memahami pria dingin yang menguasai hidupnya. Namun, apakah kepolosan dan keceriaan Livia cukup untuk meleburkan kebekuan hati Zayn? Atau ia justru akan hancur dalam permainan sang CEO kejam?

To save my wife, my lungs were pierced by a knife, leaving lasting consequences. When I fell ill and struggled to breathe, she said I was dramatic and went on a business trip with her childhood friend. When she returned, I found a man's underwear in her suitcase that did not belong to me. I calmly made the call: "Director, I've made up my mind. I'm going to assist in Avrika." Later, at the airport, she bent down, publicly lowering her head and begging for my forgiveness.

The seventh time Claire Fisher bailed on our marriage license appointment, I finally cut her out of my life—for good. From then on, if she was at a party, I wasn't. When she was scheduled to perform at our college's anniversary celebration, I made sure to leave early. The moment my company announced a collaboration with hers, I resigned without a second thought. Even on Christmas Eve, when she showed up at my parents' house with gifts, I slipped out with a half-hearted excuse about "visiting a friend." I blocked her number. Deleted her from my contacts. Burned every bridge and salted the earth behind me. No calls. No texts. No social media. I didn't reach out. She couldn't reach me. Simple as that. For the better part of my life, I was hopelessly in love with her—waiting on her, caring for her, putting her first in every way that mattered. I gave her all of me without ever holding back. But after the seventh time she left me sitting alone at the City Hall, something inside me broke. I was done. If that meant spending the rest of my life alone, so be it. Better that than sitting in an empty apartment, listening to the silence, holding on to hope for someone who never planned to show up.

To encourage overall development, the kindergarten had asked each student to create a hand-drawn poster. My daughter Holly refused my help and insisted on doing it all on her own. Little did I know, most of the other children had their parents do the artwork for them. In comparison, Holly's delicate strokes were quickly dismissed. Not only was her work discarded into the trash, but her teacher also called her out in the parent group, criticizing her for being careless with the assignment. As I racked my brain trying to figure out how to help Holly regain her confidence in drawing, I was surprised to see Holly's artwork among the winning entries in the state-level children's art competition. But the signature wasn't hers—it belonged to another student from her class.

"Rena, aku akan selalu mencintaimu!" desah Jeremy tak tertahankan. Tepat saat dia hampir mencapai klimaks, ponselnya tiba-tiba bergetar. Dalam kondisi seperti itu, tentu saja dia mengabaikannya. Namun tak lama kemudian, layar ponselnya menyala. Begitu Jeremy melihat nama yang tertera, tubuhnya langsung menegang. Rena mendengarnya mengangkat telepon dan berkata, "Halo?" Di tengah sunyinya malam, suara dari ponsel terdengar sangat jelas, "Jeremy, kamu tahu nggak ... Nadia ...." Jeremy buru-buru memotongnya dengan suara rendah dalam bahasa asing, "Kecilkan suaramu, ini bukan waktu yang tepat." Lawan bicaranya langsung berganti bahasa, tetapi suaranya tetap terdengar keras, "Hasil pemeriksaan rumah sakit sudah keluar. Nadia kena kanker stadium akhir. Hidupnya tinggal sebulan! Dia ingin jadi istrimu. Kamu bisa nggak kabulkan keinginan terakhirnya sebelum dia pergi?" Ekspresi Jeremy langsung berubah drastis. "Apa?! Tunggu aku!" Setelah menutup telepon, dia menoleh ke Rena dan berkata dengan lembut, "Rena, aku ada urusan penting, harus keluar sebentar. Kamu istirahat saja dulu, nanti aku segera balik." Tanpa menunggu jawaban darinya, Jeremy buru-buru pergi untuk bersih-bersih dan mengganti pakaian. Dia meninggalkan rumah tanpa menoleh sedikit pun. Sesaat kemudian, layar ponsel Rena menyala. Ternyata pesan dari Nadia. [ Rena, kamu kalah. Dari dulu aku sudah bilang, Jeremy itu milikku. ] Tepat di bawahnya, ada pesan lain yang dikirim tiga hari lalu. [ Kalau aku kena kanker, menurutmu Jeremy bakal ninggalin kamu buat datang ke aku nggak? Aku yakin dia pasti datang. ] Tatapan Rena perlahan terangkat dari layar ponsel ke arah pintu kamar yang masih terbuka. Jeremy tidak tahu, dia sudah lama belajar bahasa asing itu. Seluruh percakapan tadi, didengar dan dipahaminya dengan jelas. Sejenak kemudian, wajah Rena menyunggingkan senyuman yang begitu pahit dan menyedihkan. "Iya ... aku memang kalah ...."

Dad has a stroke and needs money to save his life. I'm left with no choice but to borrow money from my secret CEO boyfriend of five years. Before I can even say anything, he frowns and tells me he's busy. Then, he hurries off to attend his childhood sweetheart's birthday celebration. He only remembers me the following day. "What did you need?" I hold Dad's death certificate and smile wanly at him. "Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that we're over."

I'm rejected after asking for my boyfriend's hand in marriage for the 99th time. To my devastation, he turns and proposes to my best friend. I storm over to his office to demand an answer, but I hear them making out. My boyfriend says, "Don't worry. She offered herself to me in bed several times, but I've never touched her." I head home and trash the place. When I run out of strength, I make a call. "I'll marry you, Spencer." Since the man I chose doesn't love me, I'll now go for someone who does.

After my sister stole my boyfriend 11 times, I decided to take action. I went out and found myself a fool to date, just to see if she'd still try to take him away. But I never expected that one day, my "foolish" boyfriend would stop being so dumb. In fact, he became a scoundrel.

Lillian Wilson, upon losing her boyfriend in a car accident, changes completely, The guilt of surviving the accident continues to eat her up until she meets a mysterious guy, Camden Millier, who sweeps her off her feet and introduces her to a world of healing and emotional connections. Will Lillian be able to love again? What is the secret that Camden is keeping from her? Will they be able to heal together or Will they have to let go of each other?