Hele Ng Ina Sa Kanyang Panganay

Thor and I grew up together—we were the definition of childhood sweethearts. We'd promised to attend the same university, graduate, and marry right after senior year. Everyone envied us. They said we were a perfect match, destined for a lifetime together. And I believed that too. I truly thought I'd spend the rest of my life with him. Until the final semester of our senior year in high school, when a new transfer student named Lina joined our class. At first, the two barely spoke. But as they grew familiar, their bond deepened in ways I could no longer ignore. He started staying after school to tutor her, bringing her breakfast every morning. When she was upset, he'd take her for a drive along the coast. If she craved Italian steak, he'd have fresh cuts flown in. Even during her period, he'd quietly prepare everything she needed. I was furious. I confronted him, argued with him, and even threatened to break up. The first time I said it, he thought I was joking and coaxed me out of my anger. The second time, he dismissed it as another tantrum and tried different ways to please me. The third time, he broke down—standing outside my house in the pouring rain all night, half kneeling before me, begging for forgiveness. Again and again, I tried to leave, and every time, he refused to let me go. Yet with each reconciliation, something in him shifted. He started taking me for granted, assuming I would always come back. His patience wore thin. His apologies turned perfunctory. Even when he came to make peace, there was no sincerity left in his voice. So I said it for the hundredth time, and that was the last. That was the moment I finally gave up on him.

My superior, who attains his position through connections, turns out to be the high school heartthrob I once pursued—Jack Montgomery. Back then, I gave up on studying literature despite being good at it to study science instead. As a result, my grade point average dropped from 3.9 to 2.1, and I ended up attending a community college. Jack, on the other hand, earned a Master's degree in business in Ezelia. He became the director of the investment management department at a company upon his return. He mocks me for being a lovesick fool who chose to study science for his sake and now has to work for him. His words successfully provoke me into action. I work as a low-level analyst while staying up late every day to prepare for the Graduate Management Admission Test. I plan to turn my life around with this, but I end up dropping dead from overwork. When I open my eyes again, I'm back at the critical moment of course selection in my sophomore year. This time, I decisively choose to study literature and kick that scumbag, Jack, aside. "Nobody is allowed to hinder my studies!" He claims that I'm playing hard to get, and all I think is that he's ill in the head. Let's see who gets the last laugh when I make it into the prestigious Hareford University!

Léa, 23 ans, blonde, studieuse et assidue, décroche un poste d’assistante dans une grande entreprise. Pleine d’espoir, elle tombe vite de haut face à Einer Durval, son patron : charismatique, strict et manipulateur, il tente de la faire renvoyer dès son arrivée, la jugeant banale et inexpérimentée. Mais Léa s’accroche. Sa rigueur et sa ténacité la maintiennent à son poste — et attisent l’intérêt toxique de Durval. Entre critiques humiliantes, exigences démesurées et compliments empoisonnés, il tisse autour d’elle une toile de contrôle psychologique. D’abord admirative, Léa sombre peu à peu dans le doute et la culpabilité… jusqu’au jour où elle comprend qu’elle n’est pas seule à avoir été piégée.

POV DE MELANIE Assise devant son bureau, je me demande encore comment j'en suis arrivée là. À une époque, nous partions à l'église avec mes parents. Je sais que les saintes Écritures disent de pardonner, mais je ne le pouvais pas. J'avais fait des recherches, et j'ai sauté sur cette opportunité lorsqu'elle m'a été présentée. — Monsieur Carlson vous reçoit dans 15 minutes. Ces quinze minutes semblent durer une éternité pour moi, et je ressers mes cuisses pour gérer mon impatience. Je saisis un des magazines posés sur la table basse, mais cela ne parvient pas à distraire mon esprit de l'homme qui se trouve derrière cette porte. _Mademoiselle Porter, vous pouvez entrer. Avec précaution, je me lève et pénètre dans le bureau. En ouvrant la porte, je constate qu'il n'a même pas détourné le regard de son ordinateur. Je l'avais déjà vu dans de nombreux magazines, mais le croiser ici, devant moi, me fait réaliser à quel point il est impressionnant. Je sais qu'au lycée, il faisait partie de l'équipe de football américain et qu'il aurait pu envisager une carrière professionnelle s'il l'avait souhaité. Je reste là, debout, à l'observer. Dès qu'il lève les yeux, je baisse les miens. Il venait de se lever et j'entendis le son de sa chaise. Je pouvais maintenant distinguer ses chaussures à proximité, indiquant qu'il était juste devant moi. _ Regardez-moi, mademoiselle Porter. Je lève les yeux et le fixe. POV DE DONOVAN Ses yeux étaient d'un marron étonnamment clair. Elle dégageait une odeur fraîche que je ne saurais décrire. Vêtue d'un jean taille haute et d'un crop top, elle paraissait plus jeune que ne le laissaient entendre ses informations, ce qui me réjouissait déjà. _ Savez-vous vraiment en quoi consiste ce travail ?

ความจำเป็นทำให้ อลินดา ตัดสินใจเดินเข้าสู่โลกมืด "ขายบริการ งานสบาย รายได้ดี" คำพูดของเพื่อนมีค่าก็เมื่อวันที่ชีวิตเดินมาถึงทางตัน "คุณคีย์ ลูกค้าที่ดัน 'ถูกสเปค' ชี้นิ้วเลือกเธอ ฟาดหัวเธอด้วยเงิน อย่างน้อยเขาก็โผล่มาในเวลาที่ 'ใช่' เหมือนมือมืดช่วยฉุดคนที่กำลัง จมน้ำ ก่อนลมหายใจเฮือกสุดท้าย จะหมดลง + ในวินาทีสุดท้าย เขากัดลงบนลำคอขาวเนียน ดูดแรง ๆ มือที่สอดประสานบีบกระชับแนบแน่น กดสะโพกกระแทกท่อนเนื้ออุ่นร้อนอีกสี่ห้าครั้ง ปลดปล่อยน้ำรักในร่องสวาทชื้นฉ่ำที่มีเครื่องป้องกันขวางกั้น สุขแบบ ใจเต้นแรง ควบคุมตัวเองไม่ได้ มันช่างได้อารมณ์ 'ฟีลแฟน' สุขล้ำ หวามไหว ใจล่องลอยราวอยู่ในฝัน อลินดาพลิกกายนอนหงาย อยู่ภายใต้ร่างของเขา ท่ามกลางแสงไฟส่องมาจากตึกสูงรอบด้าน เม็ดฝนที่สาดกระทบผนัง แววตาที่ซ่อนความ 'ร้าย' คล้ายจะแผ่วลง เหมือนมา 'ฮันนีมูน' มากกว่า 'ขายบริการ' ใต้ฉากหน้าที่แสน 'โหดเหี้ยม' เธอมองว่าเขาคือ 'มาเฟียนักรัก' ที่ไม่รู้ว่ากระชากหัวใจผู้หญิงมาเท่าไหร่แล้ว 'รอยจูบ' ที่ฝากไว้ จะลบมันออกไปยังไงดี

On the tenth day after I perished in the avalanche, my husband finally remembered me. His first love was suffering from aplastic anemia and urgently needed a bone marrow transplant—one that only I could provide. He came home holding a donation consent form, ready for me to sign, only to find the house empty. Kelly leaned weakly against him. "Vanessa must really hate me. She doesn't want to donate her bone marrow, so she ran away on purpose, didn't she?" "Maybe we should just forget it," she sighed. "I can hold on a little longer." Caden gently comforted her, his heart aching. "I won't let anything happen to you." "It's just a bone marrow donation. It's not like she'll die from it." Then he pulled out his phone and sent me a message: [No matter where you are, come back immediately and sign the donation consent form.] [Don't be so selfish! Kelly is seriously ill. If she doesn't get a transplant soon, she'll die. It's just bone marrow—I'm not asking for your life!] [If you keep refusing, I'll stop paying for your mother's medical bills!] Caden… I died the moment you walked away from the ski resort with Kelly. The avalanche buried me and our unborn child beneath the snow. My mother, in her desperate attempt to save me, was torn apart by wild wolves. How could you not know?

All it took was a gunshot to have this criminal fucking me senseless. I'd spent months trying to bring down Antonio, the criminal I swore to put behind bars. I even set a trap for him, using someone close as bait. But instead of going down in chains, Antonio offered himself to me, in exchange for freedom. I should have said no, I should have followed the mission. But as a lonely divorcee craving warmth, how could I resist the way he touched me? The way his fingers made me forget the rules I live by? This wasn't the plan. My boss didn't send me here to get addicted to my enemy. Yet every secret night with Antonio leaves me wanting more, and drags me deeper into his dangerous world. He's supposed to die for his crimes, but unfortunately, the real crime is how badly I want him. And if the news gets out, I won't just lose my job– I'll lose my life.

I was a sketch artist acting for the police. On a secret mission, I was discovered by a murderer. My eyes were gouged out, and my body was dismembered, unceremoniously dumped in a garbage bin. On the brink of death, I called my boyfriend, a criminal investigator. However, he hung up on me because he was busy accompanying his first love to a prenatal checkup. A few days later, he received a painting that was a vital clue to finding the murderer, but he thought I was playing tricks on him. In his anger, he tore that portrait to shreds. After he found out the truth, he spent the whole night searching through the garbage to piece it back together.

On the day I was diagnosed with uremia, my husband asked me to donate a kidney to his one true love. I turned him down, claiming I wasn’t feeling well. I didn’t expect him, my own husband, who was a doctor, to drag me to trial. The charge? Ingratitude. If found guilty, I would be executed on the spot, my kidney forcibly harvested, my soul condemned for eternity. But if the charges were dismissed, my husband would face immediate execution. His love would fall into ruin, plagued by illness and poverty. Everyone pressured me to confess. After all, when I nearly died in a car crash years ago, it was her blood transfusion that had pulled me back from the brink of death. But what they didn’t know was… I had been reborn. In my past life, I died never knowing my husband and his lover had orchestrated the car crash that nearly killed me. Now that I had returned, I would tear off their masks and expose their malice for all to see.

"Akin ka lang, Ninang Ruth! Walang ibang magmamay-ari sa’yo kundi ako!" Ramdam ko ang panginginig ng kanyang kamay habang hinawakan ko ito. Nanlilisik ang mga mata ko, puno ng pagnanasa at pag-angkin. Pero sa halip na matakot, marahan lang siyang ngumiti—isang ngiting may halong pangamba… at pagnanasa rin. "Wag ako, Ace," mahinahon niyang tugon, pilit tinatago ang emosyon sa kanyang tinig. "I’m older than you. I’m thirty… habang ikaw, twenty-five pa lang." Ngunit sino bang makakapigil sa puso? Ako si Ace Pattern, dalawampu’t limang taong gulang, isang business tycoon na sanay makuha ang gusto. Lahat ng gusto ko… maliban sa kanya. Si Ninang Ruth. Ang babaeng pinagbabawal mahalin. Ang babaeng dapat kong irespeto, pero mas gusto kong angkinin. Masama bang magmahal sa isang Ninang? Sabi nila, mas masarap daw ang bawal. At ngayong naranasan ko na siya… handa akong sirain ang lahat — kahit ang sarili kong pagkatao —mapasaakin lang siya.