Jars Of Clean Copy

I've been with Dominic Hayes, a gang leader, for ten years. But on the day he goes clean and leaves the underworld behind, his men address someone else as his woman. The hands that once held guns and spilled blood now gently slip a crystal shoe onto another woman's foot. He says, "Violet, she's not like you. You were willing to follow me through chaos without needing a title, but she can't do that." That day, I don't look back. What Dominic doesn't know is that I'm the only daughter of an underground mafia king. When my family found out I was running wild, they quietly prepared a good man for me. All that's left is for me to say yes.

In order to clean the dirt, one has to dust it off with his own hands. Genelia Fernandez is one rude woman with arrogant charms. Wrapped up in royalty, her life was all messed up. Alejandro Garcia, the crude throne holder of Garcia’s was Genelia’s soon to be groom. It was all the result of a silly child betrothal! Her life belonged to him not even knowing a bit of him, all she ever heard about him was cruelness. How do you think will this marriage treat the both? "Delicate as fuck yet dangerous as hell, what really are you woman?” “Trust me you would've been dead long ago if not you have had interested me so much. Consider yourself lucky my darling cause you're my bride!”

He is a ruthless CEO, known for his cruelty and bloodlust. She is a lost heiress, a young lady from a prominent family. Seven years ago, she was trapped in a schemed one-night stand with him. Now, she emerges as a stunning figure with triplets, vowing to exact tenfold revenge upon those who framed her. Just when she decides to make a clean break, a mysterious man appears and cages her in his embrace. With a devilish grin, he whispers, "My dear, with my children, you cannot escape my grasp even if you run to the ends of the earth!" Ms. White sneers, "I don't want a man who throws himself at me." One of her children cunningly smirks, "Mommy, it's better not to challenge Daddy anymore, your skills are still too shallow."

I became the ultimate simp for Shannon Seay, the school's notorious flirt, and everyone assumed I was head over heels for her. When she skipped classes to pick fights or chase thrills, I'd copy notes and homework for her. When she tangled in ambiguous flings with other guys, I'd provide alibis to cover her tracks. For three grueling years, I poured my heart and soul into transforming her into an academic star, securing her spot at a top university. But right before orientation, she dumped me. Towering over me, she declared, "I know you've had a crush on me forever, but you're all books and no spark. Compared to Hunter, you're too rigid. We're done. I'm with him now." The crowd held its breath, anticipating my meltdown. I peeked at my phone, confirming a $50-million transfer, and replied with genuine nonchalance, "Alright, congrats." No one knew my unwavering devotion was purely because her father had paid handsomely for it. Now that the pay had been secured, it was time for me to vanish.

I'd spent an entire year preparing for my son Tristan Pascall's spot at a top international school. By the final admissions review, I had every single document ready. All that was missing was the original copy of Richard Pascall and my marriage certificate. Once we handed that in, it would be official. But when we got to the admissions office, Richard turned on me, accusing me of arranging this without telling him. Before I could clap back, the admin frowned and said, "Ma'am, according to the system, Mr. Pascall's spouse isn't you." My whole body went cold. And then Iris Poole—who had been standing behind Richard this whole time—stepped up and slid her marriage certificate across the counter. The staff checked it, nodded, and said, "Mr. Pascall, Ms. Poole, your registration date is June, four years ago. Everything looks fine. You may proceed." June, four years ago. That was the exact month Richard held my hand in front of all our friends and family at our engagement party and promised I was his one true love. He had lied to me about that for the past seven years.

We were enemies in disguise waiting for the perfect moment to strike first. A mafia and an assassin, each with orders to end the other. By day, I’m a quiet IT analyst. By night, the deadliest mafia in the underground. Only Isabella Moretti sees through me, the perfect manager everyone idolizes and the princess of a powerful assassin clan. Until one day, a baby is left on my doorstep and unknown men comes after it. Forced into alliance, we fight side by side in the dark while pretending we don’t want each other dead. Every other mission I’ve ever taken was easy. One clean kill and done. But nothing has ever prepared me for the most dangerous and unexpected thing I've ever faced… Falling for the woman I swore to destroy.

Ten years ago, Rayden’s family was mercilessly slaughtered. He was left for dead, a mere shadow of a once-respected clan. In the eyes of the world, Rayden was gone. But in the darkness, he grew. Honing forbidden arts. Nurturing an unquenchable rage. Now, Rayden returns. Not as an heir, not as a hero. But as a sinner. A cultivator who has chosen a forbidden path for one reason—revenge. Beneath the veil of the modern world, cultivator clans hide their secrets, their artifacts, and their power. The Bramasta family, seemingly clean on the surface, is his first target. But the deeper Rayden infiltrates, the larger the web he uncovers, including a name that has haunted his every waking moment—Lucien Dorne. Every step Rayden takes will challenge the laws of cultivation, uncover old betrayals, and test his own moral limits. Because to destroy a monster, sometimes, you have to become a greater one.

My love story with my Don husband was once the model relationship for couples all across Edale. But after his sudden death, the notary informed me that I was not the first in line to inherit his estate. I froze. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents had long passed away. We had no children. If I wasn't the first in line, then who was? That was when the boy walked in. His face was a perfect copy of Zoe Sgotti, Christian's assistant. The boy crossed his arms and sneered. "Mrs. Fuzio, the person my father loved most in his life was my mother. Of course, most of the inheritance belongs to us." Rae… Ray… Only then did I realize that the name he had whispered on his deathbed was never mine. I lunged forward to question Ray, but he shoved me into the traffic. The moment my head slammed against the ground, darkness swallowed everything. When I opened my eyes once more… I stared at my young, strong hands. Feeling the life that I had once lost growing inside me, I finally understood that I had been given another chance. Christian, this time, I no longer wanted your fake love. I would grant the three of you all the happiness that you wanted.

WARNING..!!!! ️️️ NO PLAGIARISME..!!! DILARANG MENCURI DAN COPY PASTE..!!! MENULIS ITU TIDAK MUDAH, JADI HARGAI KARYA ORANG LAIN..!!! ️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️ JANGAN LUPA : SUBSCRIBE ️ LIKE ️ KOMENTAR YANG MEMBANGUN ️ Agar Saya Bisa Terus Berkarya, Terima Kasih .. Selamat Membaca .. ️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️ Langit terlihat kusam diantara teriknya mentari menyengat jiwa dan meruntuhkan tebing es yang tersimpan diantara hati yang semu, gelap akan cahaya.. Ingin rasanya aku berteriak dan menangis sekuatnya Untuk meruntuhkan hasrat semu yg begitu mencekam Aku semakin tak mengerti akan semua ini Haruskah aku berlari diantara titian kecil tanpa arah itu...? Ataukah aku harus bertahan meskipun ku tahu Nyawa ini akan menjadi taruhannya..? Semua semakin tak terfikir olehku Kulihat di ujung jalan itu. Mereka yg tersenyum diantara pesakitan mulai menyapa ku dan bercengkrama halus, seakan mereka tahu apa yg kupikirkan Mata sayu dan penuh harap itu semakin bertanya-tanya, dari tatapan mataku hasrat yg semula ku anggap benar, kini semakin membuatku tak mengerti akan semua ini. Ya Tuhan, ingin rasanya aku menghilang pergi secepat kilatan petir dan tak dikenal siapapun, mungkinkah ini jalan hidupku...??

On the day the SAT results are revealed, the fake heiress, Layla Sanders, colluded with our homeroom teacher, Richard Hoffman, to report me for cheating during the exam. When I stared at both copies of the exam papers that showed the same steps and formulas, I couldn't defend myself at all. In order to preserve Layla's pride, my own parents actually forced me to admit to stealing the exam questions in advance. Then, they had me forcibly admitted into a mental asylum. The Sanders family claimed that I had gone crazy just so they could keep this particular skeleton sealed in the closet. They abandoned me, letting me be tormented endlessly in the asylum. When I finally escaped from the asylum, I died in a car crash that was meticulously staged by Layla. Only on the verge of my death did I finally realize that the so-called "blood is thicker than water" mentality was nothing compared to a tear shed by Layla. The moment I open my eyes again, I've gotten reborn in the exam hall. This time, I choose to submit my exam paper without anything scribbled on it. I'd like to see just how someone with a total of zero points can possibly copy off the so-called top scorer of SAT.