Jam Odm Original

My younger sister, Sophia Ashford, got pregnant before marriage. To protect her reputation before marrying into a wealthy family, she abandoned the baby at our doorstep after giving birth. Our parents, Owen and Julia Ashford, begged me to adopt the child, Tom Ashford. Seeing how pitiful he was, I agreed. Raising Tom consumed nearly all my time and energy. I lost my original job and ended up washing dishes and carrying trays, juggling three jobs on my own just to survive. When Tom grew up and was accepted into a top university, Sophia suddenly returned, crying and accusing me of stealing her child. She had successfully married into a wealthy family and lived happily with her CEO husband, Sebastian Langford, for years. Now, she wanted Tom, who had already grown into someone accomplished, back. "She was the one who stole my baby! I finally found you, my precious child! Your CEO father is rewarding you with a million dollars for getting into university. Work hard and inherit the family business in the future!" Just like that, the son I had raised for over a decade threw himself into her arms without hesitation and cut off all ties with me. The situation spiraled out of control. Our parents were ashamed of me and kicked me out of the house. To prove my innocence, I drove to the police station to retrieve surveillance footage from back then, but I died in a car accident on the way. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I discovered the abandoned baby. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I called the police immediately.

Alya has been living in her cocoon since forever that stepping into NYC calls for an adventure. Or rather, to curb her wandering mind of what it feels like to have something you've been dreaming of- married to someone who has all the criteria you've seen only in movies. She leaves her comfort zone and dives into a life that has been scripted since day one. It can be two things, either a liberating experience to be someone who doesn't have to think much and just live the way it's been laid out, or to feel suffocated by how much scripted and planned everything is. Yummy DILF has been living his life in pretence. But if money can buy imagination who are we to judge him on that? He didn't exactly ask for our money to live that way, so leave the judgement by the door and come in for a read if you feel like you're open to this absurd pretence. *** "I need you to come for me." He orders in a stern tone after I've let out all sorts of noise while he tongue-fucked me. It finally dawns on me that I'm being a desperate bitch I never wanted to be when I first accepted this job. What have I become? "Come for me, B." His finger is pressing me into following his order to which I reluctantly shake on his mouth. As quiet as it began, it ends in the same way as he helps me with my thong and pulls down my dress to its original state. Stepping in my view he smiles at me smugly, "See, being my wife isn't always so difficult."

Kharris has the beauty, talent, and popularity but she seems to have no interest in it 'cause she only has eyes for her first love, Dos. But no matter how hard she tries, her love is unlikely to be reciprocatedㅡespecially when she received an invitation to his engagement party. Desperate to get over her unrequited feeling, she spends one passionate night with Dos' twin Uno; a billionaire and the firstborn son of a conglomerate of the mafia. The man who has his own unrequited love. Buong akala ni Kharris ay isang gabi ng kapusukan lamang ang nangyari ngunit hindi niya inaasahan na sa unang pagkakataon ay papayag siyang pumasok sa isang relasyon na purong pisikal lamang at walang attachment. Being friends with benefits. That was their original plan, but things began to change as Kharris and Uno's love-hate relationship grew stronger, and find themselves surrendering to a passionate love than they could have ever imagined. Nagbunga ang kanilang pagmamahalan, ngunit dahil sa isang pagkakamali at problema ay nagdesisyong lumayo si Kharris at palakihin nang mag-isa ang kanyang dinadala. 5 years later, iniwan si Kharris nang malaking utang ng kanyang ama matapos nitong magtago. To make it worse, ginawa pa siyang collateral kaya naman napilitin siyang magtrabaho bilang hostess sa isang high-end club na pagmamay-ari ng loan shark. At sadyang mapaglaro ang tadhana dahil ang kauna-unahan niyang naging customer ay walang iba kung hindi si Uno, ang ama ng kanyang anak.

I had just walked out of the Pack Healer's cabin, clutching the crumpled paper of my official pregnancy report, when I refreshed my social media feed. An anonymous post on the local pack forum caught my eye. "I've been sleeping with the Alpha for a while now, and I just found out I'm pregnant. But his Luna is knocked up too, and she's months ahead of me. I hate the idea of him having a pup with someone else. I want to carry his firstborn. How can I make him force his mate to get rid of it?" The comments section was flooded with curses and insults calling the poster a home-wrecker. But the original poster had liked one particularly vicious comment. "That's easy. Tell the Alpha that his Luna is too weak and that she is carrying an abomination corrupted by wolfsbane. Tell him it will be a stillborn anyway." I usually just lurked in these threads, but my wolf, Selene, growled within me. My fingers flew across the screen as I replied. "Aren't you afraid of the Moon Goddess's wrath for defying Her will like this?" The moment I hit send, my mate Kael, the Alpha of the Starlight Pack, walked up to me. He was holding a forged diagnosis report from the Healer, his face a mask of pained hesitation. "Seraphina," he said, his voice trembling. " The Healer says our pup's soul is fragmented. It has been judged as a stillborn. For your safety, we have to terminate the pregnancy immediately." He took a breath, looking deep into my eyes. "I have already made the arrangements. Tomorrow, before the Moon Goddess's altar, I will supervise the surgery personally to ensure your absolute safety."

En medio de la fiesta de compromiso, cuando la torre de champán ya iba por la mitad, el celular de Marcos Harrison sonó. Me miró fijo y soltó, serio: —Tengo que irme. Lilia se desmayó en el aeropuerto. —Si te vas, lo nuestro se acaba —le respondí con firmeza. De todos modos, se fue... justo frente a doscientas personas. Cargó a Lilia Harrison en brazos —llevaba el abrigo que yo le había regalado— y se fue en mi auto. Al día siguiente recibí un correo: "Lilia se mudará a mi departamento. Me necesita. Ojalá lo entiendas. Cuando se recupere, tú y yo nos casamos. Confía en mí." Me quedé mirando la pantalla y, sin darme cuenta, solté una carcajada. Al final, no era a "quien lo amaba" a quien quería, sino a "quien lo necesitaba". Y yo, por ser tan autosuficiente, no le servía. Esa noche busqué un número en la agenda: el de alguien a quien jamás tomé en serio, pero que me había esperado por veintitrés años. Llamé. —Mañana a las siete, en el restaurante frente al mar.

Setelah ayahku bangkrut, aku memutuskan Rayden, pria paling tampan di sekolah kedokteran yang sudah kubiayai selama tiga tahun, dengan alasan bahwa aku sudah bosan padanya. Malam itu, dia berlutut di tengah hujan deras. Matanya merah saat memohon padaku selama delapan jam penuh. Sementara itu, aku baru mengetahui bahwa aku sudah hamil empat bulan. Lima tahun kemudian, si pria miskin itu berubah menjadi miliarder. Di saat dia masuk ke dalam daftar orang terkaya, seorang wartawan bertanya padanya, "Pak Rayden, Anda hanya butuh lima tahun untuk bangkit dari mahasiswa miskin menjadi miliarder. Apa rahasianya?" Pria itu tersenyum sinis dan tatapannya penuh ejeken. "Cari pacar yang mata duitan, lalu diputuskan dengan kejam olehnya." Kerumunan langsung gempar. Sore itu juga, berita tentang miliarder yang dikhianati pacarnya langsung naik ke trending seluruh kota. Sementara itu, aku baru saja menyelesaikan pekerjaan kedelapan hari ini. Namun, aku mati mendadak karena kelelahan di jalan saat menjemput anakku pulang. Saat terbangun lagi, aku sudah melayang di udara. Di tengah keputusasaan, aku tiba-tiba menyadari. Rayden, yang pernah bersumpah akan membuatku menyesal seumur hidup, telah menemukan taman kanak-kanak tempat anakku bersekolah.

[Pa, aku setuju berimigrasi ke Prancis untuk menikah. Cepat, atau aku akan menyesal.] Pak Agus, ayah Tania Sane, langsung menjawab: [Putriku sayang, paling lama sebulan lagi semua prosedur selesai!] Tania diam-diam menyeka air matanya dan menyimpan ponselnya. Satu jam yang lalu, dia masih di dalam Bentley, mendesah pelan karena ciuman Chaz Limex. Ketika ponsel Chaz berdering, dia menjawab dalam bahasa Georgia, "Ngapain nelpon sekarang?" Orang di ujung sana tertawa. "Kenapa? Emangnya kau lagi sibuk dengan apa? Yang ini seberapa mirip dengan Nina Lopez?" Chaz membelai wajah Tania yang lembut dan berkata dengan acuh tak acuh, "70%. Kalau nggak ada yang penting, aku tutup ya!" Pria itu buru-buru berkata, "Jangan! Nina akan balik besok dengan pesawat! Rencananya akan merintis karir di sini. Baik kan aku infokan padamu? Cinta pertamamu sudah akan balik, penggantinya bisa nggak disinggirkan?" Chaz berkata dengan dingin, "Nggak ada yang nggak bisa diselesaikan dengan uang." Kepala Tania setengah terkulai di kursi, air mata mengalir di wajahnya. Chaz sama sekali tidak tahu bahwa dia mengerti bahasa Georgia. Ternyata cinta tulusnya selama tiga tahun sama sekali tidak berarti di mata Chaz.

Ketika pacarku, Simon, berlutut untuk melamarku untuk ke-66 kalinya, aku akhirnya tersentuh oleh keteguhannya dan menerima lamarannya. Namun di hari menjelang pernikahan, dia tiba-tiba mengatakan bahwa dia ingin memiliki anak dengan adik tirinya, Fiona. Aku merasa itu tidak masuk akal dan bertengkar hebat dengannya. Yang tak kusangka, di hari pernikahan, aku berdiri di venue sambil memeluk buket bunga, menunggu selama tiga jam, tapi yang datang hanya sebuah kalimat ringan darinya, "Pernikahan ditunda." Hanya karena hari itu dia dan Fiona sudah janji untuk melakukan program bayi tabung bersama. "Fiona sejak kecil disiksa oleh ayah kandungnya. Seumur hidup dia tidak mungkin menikah dengan seorang pria. Aku hanya ingin memenuhi keinginannya untuk punya anak." "Ini cuma program bayi tabung, bukan seks sungguhan. Kamu jangan berpikiran sempit, bisa nggak?" Telepon pun diputus secara paksa. Dan aku ditinggalkan begitu saja di venue pernikahan, sendirian menghadapi tatapan ratusan tamu dan kamera wartawan. Ayah sangat marah sampai masuk ICU. Aku pun menggenggam tangannya sambil menangis di sisi ranjang. "Ayah, Ayah benar. Aku tidak akan menikah dengan Simon lagi." "Aku janji, minggu depan aku akan pulang dan mengambil alih perusahaan keluarga."

Eight years into marriage, and Fabian's mom finally gave me and my son her stamp of approval. Invited us to spend Christmas in his hometown. My son—Luca--and I were hyped. We picked out a gift for her and hit the road with Fabian. Right as we pulled into the village, Fabian's old friend called—crying, claiming she'd crashed her car. Fabian panicked. Left me and Luca in some random snowy mountain town and sped off. It was pitch black. Snow dumping down. Then Luca screamed. He'd stepped on a trap and dropped into a pit. Blood everywhere. I called Fabian, totally panicked. He goes, "Stella, Roxana's in a wreck. I need to be with her. Stop making everything a competition." Then he hung up. Blocked me. No time to fall apart. I wiped my face, called an ambulance. Too far out. By the time they got there, Luca was already gone. Cold. Broken. Gone. I held him and screamed until my lungs gave out. Meanwhile, Roxana's posting in the social media. All smiles in Fabian's arms. His face soft. Loving. [Highway jam turned into truth or dare. One word—"accident"—and he came flying. So happy.] I exhaled. Tagged Fabian. [Let's get a divorce.] This joke of a marriage should've ended forever ago.

I was the side character, the one destined to be neglected, forgotten, and never chosen. In the novel’s story, I was merely a background existence—the woman fated to marry the male lead, yet never once receive his love. The wife who shared his name but never his attention. Salvatore Mancini. The perfect male lead. Cold, powerful, and admired by everyone. Except me. Because in this story, his heart already belonged to someone else. When I first realized I had transmigrated into this novel, I thought I could change my fate. I tried to avoid the original scenes, tried to step away from the plot. But every time I tried to change something…I returned to the same place. The same moment, the same outcome. As if the unseen author of this story was reminding me again and again: You are only a puppet, and puppets don’t decide their roles. So I stopped resisting. If the story wanted me to be the neglected wife, then I would simply live quietly and let the plot run its course. That was my plan. Until one night, when I finally looked at the man and said casually— “Tell me something, Mr. Mancini. Aren’t you supposed to be my husband?” His cold eyes narrowed slightly, but I simply leaned back and smiled. “Then fulfill your role properly. Let’s see… what kind of man the great Salvatore Mancini is.” For the first time since our marriage he actually looked at me, not through me. At me. I didn’t know what changed after that, but from that night onward. Even when he looked at me with clear irritation. Salvatore Mancini began appearing around me more and more. Which left me with a very unsettling thought. The plot…It didn’t change, right?