I Do My Bully's Homework

Ever since I tied the knot with Connor Steele, he ditched his playboy ways and cut off all his side flings. Everyone thought I had him wrapped around my finger, with our perfect little family. But that all came crashing down on our ninth anniversary when I accidentally saw his group chat with his friends. [Connor, how was that Bentley ride with Ashley yesterday? Pretty wild, huh?] [We tried every spot imaginable. She's totally obsessed with me and can't get enough.] There was a steamy photo of them attached, and the group was blowing up with cheers and congrats, wishing them happiness ever after. I stared at the screen, feeling a sharp stab of pain hit me right in the chest. It turned out that all our happy moments were just a carefully staged performance. I sat there in a daze all night, waiting for him to get home. When he finally walked in with a cake, I let out a cold laugh. "I know everything now. Aren't you sick of faking it?"

Toda véspera de Natal, o herdeiro da família mafiosa Marco, Adrian Marco, deve seguir a tradição da família: sortear um nome para decidir se pode se casar comigo ou não. Porque eu, Irene Cast, não nasci na máfia. A menos que ele tire o papel com o meu nome, ele não pode me tomar como esposa. Por quatro anos, Adrian sorteou quatro vezes. E nenhuma vez saiu o meu nome. Sempre acreditei que ele brigava com a família por minha causa, que estava disposto a arriscar perder o posto de Don só para me escolher. Toda vez que falhava, ele me abraçava com força e sussurrava: – Tudo bem. Sempre tem o ano que vem. E eu o amava tanto que doía. Doía a ponto de eu aceitar esperar, ano após ano. Este ano, eu disse a mim mesma: Se ele ainda não tirar meu nome… vou trocar o resultado em segredo. Cheguei de mansinho à porta do escritório de Adrian e ouvi seu irmão mais novo perguntar: – Don… todo ano você tira o nome da Irene. Por que finge que não saiu? É porque você ainda não conseguiu deixar a Sera ir? E ele apenas respondeu, com a voz fria: – A Sera precisa de mim para algo urgente. Faça como sempre: troque o nome da Irene por um papel em branco. Ele saiu sem olhar para trás. Em vez de trocar, o irmão jogou o papel em branco no lixo, deixou o papel com meu nome sobre a mesa e saiu apressado atrás de Adrian. Entrei no escritório, peguei o papel em branco do lixo e substituí pelo que tinha meu nome. Observei meu próprio nome cair na lixeira. Adrian… eu não quero mais esperar e casar com você. Vou te conceder a sua escolha.

เมื่อความผูกพันตั้งแต่ครั้งเรียนมัธยมต้น ได้จบลงไม่สวยเท่าไหร่นัก จึงทำให้เขาและเธอห่างเหินกันไป จนกระทั่งเข้าเรียนมหาวิทยาลัย ทั้งคู่ได้พบกันโดยบังเอิญ มิหนำซ้ำยังเรียนอยู่คณะเดียวกันอีกด้วย "ยังเจ็บอยู่ไหมมีแผลตรงไหนหรือเปล่า" เสียงทุ้มของชายหนุ่มเอ่ยถามออกมาด้วยความห่วงใย ในขณะที่หัวใจของกันยาเริ่มเต้นระรัว "ว้าย! จะทำอะไร" ฉันร้องออกมาด้วยความตกใจเมื่อชายหนุ่มในชุดนักศึกษานั่งคุกเข่าลงไปกับพื้นพร้อมกับถลกกระโปรงนักศึกษาของฉันขึ้นเลยเข่าเล็กน้อย การกระทำของเขายิ่งทำให้ทุกคนจับจ้องมองมาที่ฉัน เหมือนในหนังในละครมาก เวลาที่พระเอกก้มลงไปมองแผลและพร้อมที่จะหายามาทาให้นางเอก ส่วนเกรซกับเพื่อนๆ ของเธอนั้นกลับมองมาที่ฉันด้วยความหมั่นไส้ "อยู่นิ่งๆ สิขอดูแผลหน่อย ช้ำแบบนี้ต้องประคบเย็นเท่านั้น" น้ำเสียงของเขาที่ฟังดูอ่อนโยนและห่วงใย กำลังทำให้หัวใจของฉันแทบจะละลาย ซึ่งผลงานชุดนี้จะเป็นซีรีส์ Follow your heart. เรื่องแรกแม่ทูนหัวของพ่อเสือหนุ่ม ตามมาด้วยเล่ห์ร้ายใจปรารถนา ต่อมาเรื่องเพื่อนรัก (เผลอ) รักเพื่อน (I love my friend) และเรื่องสะดุดรัก Lady cook. ฝากติดตามด้วยนะคะ

Stephanie Ford has given her heart and everything else to Tyler Grover throughout their five-year relationship, only to find out that he has already married his first love, Kiara Grover, on their wedding night. The fake marriage certificate that Stephanie holds is proof that she's stuck in an elaborate scheme that Tyler and Kiara have come up with. This realization leaves her heartbroken and her trust in Tyler permanently shattered. Throughout the past five years, she's gone through a car accident that's apparently staged by others, which has ruined her dreams of becoming a professional dancer. To make things worse, Tyler and Kiara intend to use her as a surrogate mother for their child. Hence, Stephanie decides to go home and enter into a business marriage that her family has arranged for. The next time they meet again, Tyler watches as the cold and aloof heir to the powerful Hawke family of Jetterpolis, Adrian Hawke, pulls Stephanie carefully into his arms. He treats her with utmost care, as though she's the most precious treasure in the world. Tyler's eyes redden instantly. He sinks down to his knees like a madman and begins begging Stephanie for her forgiveness. "Steph, this is all my fault! Please come back to me!" But Adrian shields Stephanie from Tyler, his expression now glacial. "Get lost! Don't you dare taint my wife's sight with your filthy presence!"

After I become pregnant, Mason Clarke suddenly becomes incredibly attentive to me. He cancels all his social engagements and personally cooks for me every day. Everyone envies me for finding such a devoted and caring husband. Until one day in his study, I accidentally discover a document titled "Prenatal Blood Donation and Cord Blood Donation Agreement". My name and social security number are clearly written on it! In the beneficiary column is Chloe Reid, his first love, whom he has been supporting abroad for seven years. From outside the door comes his gentle, doting voice. "Chloe, don't worry. I'm personally monitoring her. Her nutrition and daily routine are held to the highest standards to ensure the baby is born perfectly healthy. Your life-saving treatment is absolutely guaranteed!" So all those pregnancy meals he carefully prepares for me, the mountains of expensive supplements, none of it is ever out of love. It's all to fatten me into nothing more than a walking blood bank!

With only an hour left until the concert began, every trending topic across the internet was dominated by a single headline. [Breaking: Rising Star Tiffany Burgess to Propose to Her Manager After Ten Years of Romance, Leaving Fans in Awe.] This proposal was not just a personal milestone; it was the centerpiece of our company's most ambitious PR campaign of the year and the culmination of a love story between Tiffany and me. Then, in the fire escape, I bumped into Tiffany, dressed in her wedding gown, locked in a passionate kiss with a young man. "Wayne, let me explain," she pleaded. "Explain what?" I snorted. "That just before our proposal, you're sneaking around with another man? The proposal is live-streamed to millions, with thousands of media outlets eagerly awaiting the announcement." I slammed the engagement ring down onto the table in front of her. "After the encore tonight, you'll either propose to me on that stage, or you'll be ruined, both in reputation and career!" Her fists clenched, but in the end, she gritted her teeth and grabbed the box. "Fine." Under the spotlight, she stood before me in her wedding dress, pulling out the ring. But instead of turning to me, she held the ring up toward the guest seating area, where her true love sat. "Wayne, thank you for helping me reach the stars," she declared. "But tonight, I'm going to chase my moon." The crowd erupted in shock and confusion. In a single instant, I became the laughingstock—the unwitting prop in her grand romantic gesture. My heart shattered the moment she reached him.

The daughter of my father's first love suffered from heatstroke because she was left in the car, so he tied me up in a fit of anger and locked me in the car boot. He looked at me with utter disgust and said, "I don't have a vicious daughter like you. Stay here and reflect on yourself." I begged him, apologized to him, and pleaded for him to let me out, but all I got in return was his ruthless order. "Unless she dies, no one is allowed to let her out." The car was parked in the garage. No one could hear me no matter how much I screamed for help. Seven days later, he finally remembered me and decided to let me out. However, he had no idea that I had already died in that trunk and could never wake up again.

After dating Asher Bennett for ten years, he finally proposes to me. He puts a blindfold on me, claiming that he wants to give me a surprise. But the moment I step into the room, I feel a bucket of cold water being splashed onto me. "When are you going to wake up from your fantasies, Claire Sutton? Why would I even marry you in the first place?" With trembling hands, I take off the blindfold, only to see Asher sitting on the couch while drinking some alcohol languidly. "See? I told you she'd come! Whoever's the loser of this bet, you'd better pay for the drinks!" Upon noticing my silence, Asher says mockingly, "Hey, Claire! You're not getting any younger, you know! So, you might as well just marry some random dude at this point to avoid growing old all by your lonesome!" The moment his words fall, his friends all laugh at me while looking at me in disdain. But when I follow Asher's instructions and marry another man, why is it that he regrets letting me go?

Fear crept in, I couldn't lose her, and there was no time to rush back to the hospital. But then, without thinking, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. It was more like my wolf, Jean was in control, pulling me closer to her. She opened her lips, allowing me. Instantly, I felt her pain, the burning agony in her leg. It all flooded into me, and after a while, the whole pain was gone. My breath hitched, but I didn’t pull away. There was no pain anymore, just how soft and sweet her lips were. She extracted her hand from mine and pulled me closer by the neck. She didn't want me to stop either. I felt like going further and tearing off her clothes; I wanted her; I've always desired her. If only she wasn't wolf-less, if only she was strong, she would have been perfect for me. She rolled her tongue inside me, making me grip her tighter. I began heaving, I wanted more. ******** Louisa was a wolf-less girl rejected and killed by her fated mate, the ruthless Alpha Scott. He intended to pick a worthy mate of his choice after her demise but she was brought back to life by a coven of witches who had a vendetta against him. She returns with no memory of who she was or the betrayal that led to her demise but on realisation that Scott wants her dead, she finds a way to stall and plans her escape. Alpha Scott falls deeply for her but refuses to ever admit it. Sooner than later, she begins to remember who she was and plans her revenge with the witches. Now, with revenge in her heart and magic on her side, Louisa must choose: love him… or destroy him..

Scarlet’s world shattered the night she discovered her husband in her bed with her own sister. The betrayal was brutal. The humiliation, unforgivable. And what hurt the most? Neither of them felt a single ounce of remorse. Within months, her husband divorced her and married the very woman who helped destroy her life, her sister. They thought she would break. They thought she would disappear quietly. They were wrong. Ryan Marchetti—cold, calculating, and dangerously powerful, has spent years waiting for the perfect chance to destroy his business rival. Marrying that rival’s ex-wife is the ultimate move. Strategic. For Scarlet, marrying Ryan isn’t about love. It’s about revenge. A calculated alliance. A public statement. A promise that she will rise from the ashes they left her in. Together, they become the scandal that shakes empires. But revenge is never simple. Because behind Ryan’s icy control lies a secret, one tied to her past, to her ex-husband, to the very marriage that ruined her life. A truth so explosive it could unravel everything she thought she knew. Was she just a pawn in Ryan’s war from the very beginning? Or is the man she’s slowly falling for capable of betraying her too? In a game fueled by vengeance, power, and buried truths, Scarlet must decide: Will she let betrayal destroy her again… Or will she risk her heart for the one man who might truly love her?