Her Perfect Life

"I was able to pass the baton of truth. But it did not only cost me my life, it also cost me my family's life. If only I was living an ordinary life, maybe.. maybe..." ____ Fate: You're presented with new life. Choose your fate. ____ "Make it ordinary" ____ Fate: Alright. ____ Have you heard that Fate is cruel? It's true. ____ If you can chase it. (Fate whispered)

One night of passion with Carl Grey, her supposed uncle, led Renee Lacey down a path of eight years of misery. On the day she decided to end it all, holding her daughter's ashes, Carl was throwing a big party for his ex-girlfriend's son. Talk about adding insult to injury. But life had a surprise in store. Renee got a do-over, and this time, she's not pulling any punches. Carl's going to learn that karma's a real piece of work. Last time around, when Renee tried to explain things, Carl shut her down, accusing her of drugging him for a hookup. Well, not anymore. This time, she's cutting him loose in front of everyone. Remember when Carl's ex stole Renee's work and he called Renee a green-eyed monster? Now, Renee's going to leave them both in the dust and grab that award herself. And let's not forget how Carl always took his ex's side when Renee was blamed for stuff she didn't do. This time, Renee's giving as good as she gets. Poor Carl. He always thought Renee would stick around, no matter what. But when she finally walks out without so much as a "see ya," his world falls apart. Now look at Mr. High-and-Mighty, all teary-eyed and desperate: "Renee, don't go. Can't I come with you?"

My stepsister falsely accuses me of causing her allergies to act up. My three brothers stuff me into the cramped cellar and chain the door shut. I pound on the door and beg them to let me out. My eldest brother, an outstanding businessman, snaps, "It's bad enough that you keep bullying Lori. How could you make her eat seafood when you know she's allergic to it? Isn't that just murder? Stay in there and reflect on your mistakes!" My second brother, an award-winning singer, and my third brother, a genius painter, scoff contemptuously. "It's unbelievable that someone as evil as you is making excuses to garner pity. You can stay in there and repent for your sins!" After that, they take our shuddering stepsister to the hospital. The oxygen in the cellar soon runs out, and it gets difficult to breathe. Ultimately, I die in there. My brothers only remember me three days later when they bring our stepsister back from the hospital. Unbeknownst to them, I've already died of asphyxiation.

Five years and a divorce paper in my hand before I realized that I invested my time, effort and devotion to the wrong man. Trapped in a corner with nothing left to my name, I was willing to bargain with my ex-husband for my daughter’s sake. But then, a savior, my husband’s new boss came to rescue me from the financial quagmire I was in. He helped me recover what I lost: my dignity, pride and most importantly, he gave me hope. I thought he was the perfect man. But the illusion shattered when his motives came to bite me in the face. He was in this for revenge, and his target was me.

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?

Anna menerima perjodohan dengan Jeremy, duda satu anak. Namun setelah menikah, gadis itu baru mengetahui satu per satu fakta tentang suaminya itu, tentang anak sambungnya, dan tentang banyak hal yang membuatnya tercekat. Sayangnya, Anna tak bisa lepas dari genggaman Jeremy. Lantas, bagaimana kisah Anna selanjutnya?

Menjadi seseorang yang di anggap beban adalah hal yang tidak mudah. Sulit namun tak ada yang bisa di lakukan. Terluka namun tak bisa di ungkapkan. Sakit namun tak bisa di jelaskan.Selamat datang di kisahku. Bahagiakan dia jika kau tak mau sampai kehilangannya.

Mitchell Rashford a 24 year wealthy entrepreneur is diagnosed with blood cancer ,as the only child from the MitRash dynasty ,she is left to take over the affairs of the company . She is a very dedicated to her job of keeping the company afloat and finding ways to prevent bankruptcy .Mitchell shares a friendship with Kath Trevor ,her best friend who has always been jealous of her but has been a sheep in a wolf’s clothing ,she can go at any length to see her downfall even at the expense of having an affair with her ex boyfriend Brandon Mcdonald who was lured by Kath and Barbie to conspire against her. Despite all this Mitchell stood strong after meeting Daniel Rodrigo who used to be Kath fiancé at a meeting and asked him to be her partner ,who knows they find love in the midst of taking revenge.With thier first meeting they felt as part ignite, having the first conversation at the meeting arranged by Mary who also shares a relationship with Mitchell .While they were conversing Daniel opted for a one night stand at the spot ,Mitchell was hesitant but she concurred eventually,but Daniel had other plans in mind.Daniel wanted to know the reason for her asking him to be her partner so when they got to the hotel room ,he spilled the tea. Mitchell quite surprised answered the question anyways saying that she knows that he had history with Kath and she want to take her revenge on her and Brandon and she couldn’t find any other person suitable for the job than him.but Daniel would agree to what she said only if she would sign a marriage contract with all the rules and regulations on it .

I pleaded with my husband Cedric Fleetham over and over, and finally, he agreed to take our daughter camping in the mountains for her birthday. When I found her late the next night, she was already gone. She lay at the foot of the mountain, her tiny hand still clutching a drawing of our family. As I knelt beside her, my heart shattered. Meanwhile, Cedric was busy updating his social media. His post read, [You and our daughter are my treasures,] and it was accompanied by a photo, where he stood beside his childhood sweetheart and held hands with another little girl, watching the sunset. And there, in the corner of the picture, was a tiny hand—my daughter’s hand. The cruelest truth of all was that my daughter took that photo.

Six years ago, a corporate acquisition deal I handled went up in flames, and 50 billion dollars vanished into thin air. Bankrupt investors spray red paint all over my front door for a year straight. Dad died from a stroke, and Mom lost her mind and disappeared. I ended up doing six years in prison for embezzlement. After I got out, I changed my name and started delivering food in downtown, running myself ragged for a few bucks per delivery. But then my ex-wife, Shirley Pearce, showed up, and the entire delivery station ground to a halt. She had become a financial powerhouse, a regular on the covers of business magazines. Reporters blocked my delivery scooter, shoving microphones in my face. "Mr. Marcus Quinn, Ms. Pearce has been single for six years, paid off all your debts, and she's been waiting for you to come home!" I stared at that perfectly made-up woman with her adoring eyes and felt nothing but disgust. That so-called "devoted" ex-wife of mine? Six years ago, she had forged company seals to help her boy toy short the stock market. Then, when everything fell apart, she threw me under the bus to save herself.