Jerk Chat

Herajeya and her friends were celebrating because she received a message from her aunt, who is a famous designer in Europe, saying that she's finally working as a professional designer. She was too drunk at that time so she went in to her hotel room to sleep soundly and peacefully. Dahil sa sobrang kalasingan ay nadarang siya sa mga haplos ng isang lalaking bigla nalang pumasok sa kwarto niya. She screamed that night, not with the pain but by pleasure. Iyon ang pinakaunang experience niya in sex sa isang lalaking hindi niya kilala, it was the first time she felt too much pleasure, but everything has changed when she found out that she was carrying that asshole’s kids. He called and mistook her as an prostitute and insulted her. He’s an asshole, a big jerk, a freaking womanizer, and he is the one who ruined her life. Kaya ipinangako niya sa sarili na hinding-hindi siya lalapit o magpapakitang muli dito. She is HIDING THE CEO’s HEIRS.

Crushes can be exciting, but mine turned into heartbreak when Damien, the Alpha's playboy son, brutally rejected me as his mate after a passionate one-night stand. Years later, fate throws us back together in an unexpected twist. Now, he's on the hunt for a bride and heir to secure his legacy—and guess what? I end up as his chief maid, secretly harboring the truth of our hidden baby that he doesn't even know exists. But here's the real kicker: he doesn't remember me, the woman he once heartlessly turned away. And to make matters worse, he wants to claim me as his bride. Now, I'm thrust into the Luna Games, a high-stakes deal where I must spend 31 nights in his bed, under his roof, while he decides on the perfect match. Can I resist the temptation to spill the truth on our past? Will I forgive the jerk who once shattered my heart? As sparks reignite and long-lost emotions surface, secrets must stay hidden, including the baby he knows nothing about.

My husband, Fabian Hunt, is a neurologist. To spend the rest of his life with his colleague, Yelena Walker, he's been working day and night in the lab for the last three months. Finally, he succeeds in developing an experimental drug that can erase memories. I happen to see his tablet one day. He forgets to log out of his account, so I go through his chat history. Yelena: "Fabe, when can we finally be together without hiding?" Fabian: "Darling, just wait a little longer. Once I switch Anya's vitamin pills for the experimental drug, she'll lose her memory. After that, she'll ask for a divorce herself, and I won't have to take any blame." In an instant, I feel a chill run down my spine. So, he's willing to erase my memories of our time together just to get me to leave him. Since that's the case, I'll give the adulterous pair what they want. But when I start to forget one anniversary after another, Fabian asks me in a panic, "Anya, how can you forget everything about me?"

It was about time because my dad got a new girlfriend and said he wanted us to have a meal together to introduce the new woman into our lives. On the day we met, my college roommate saw my chat background, which had a photo of me and my dad, along with a series of transfer records. She lost her mind. She enlisted the support of our other roommates, who rarely paid me any attention and began to attack me, insisting that I was a side chick who deserved to die. I did not expect that my roommate would soon become my stepmom. Before I could explain, she accused me of trying to seduce my dad behind her back, shouting, "Shameless side chick! Going behind my back to seduce my boyfriend! All those times you said you were out studying?! Who knows if you were just meeting up with him?" I was once physically assaulted, stripped of my dignity, and forced to the restaurant for a public confrontation wearing ragged clothes. Then my dad came running to where I was hardly breathing and barely moving on the floor, bruised to the extreme. “Sweetheart, who did this to you?!”

Bagaimana jika seorang player bertemu dengan player? pernahkah kau mendengar jika "jodohmu, adalah cerminan dirimu." Meet Lionel Freederick Gerardo- Sang cassanova, pemain sekaligus penghancur wanita, terlahir dari keluarga sempurna yang bergelimang harta, di usianya yang menginjak 33 tahun ia sudah menempati posisi gemilang dari ayahnya, untuk menjadi Ceo dari perusahaan database terbesar di seluruh dunia, tampan? sudah pasti. Banyak wanita yang rela hancur demi merasakan tidur bersamanya semalam. Namun kesenangannya harus berakhir ketika bertemu dengan gadis angkuh bernama Amanda daniela, gadis yang berhasil membuat darahnya mendidih bahkan di hari pertama mereka bertemu. --- Meet Amanda Daniela- The jerk woman ever you know, gadis angkuh, berwajah angel berhati devil. Hidupnya selalu di isi dengan kesenangan, brutal, bar-bar, dan berbagai gelar buruk di belakang namanya. Hidupnya sungguh bebas hingga pada akhirnya dia harus di boyong sang killer brother untuk tinggal di Los Angeles untuk pencarian jati dirinya.

On the third day of my business trip out of state, someone new joined the group chat formed for my son's class. It had been quiet for weeks when she suddenly sent a voice message. I tapped it, and an unfamiliar woman's voice played through my phone. "Hello, everyone. I'm the new language teacher at the school, and I'm also Tony Gardner's mother. Looking forward to getting to know you all!" My whole body went cold. I opened the group member list and checked it over and over. My son's name was Tony Gardner, and she said she was Tony Gardner's mother. Then, who the hell was I? I immediately called my husband. "Did someone get added to the parent group by mistake?" He paused on the other end before he laughed it off like it was nothing. "Oh, probably just a mix-up. The school has so many kids. It's not unusual for kids to have the same names. What's the matter? Did something happen?" I kept my voice light and told him everything was fine. The second I hung up, I booked the next flight home and headed straight to my son's school.

The first time I met Alessio Russo I was eighteen. He’d barged into my room. I yelled. He yelled. We argued. I slammed the door into the jerk’s face. Then I discovered that the drool-worthy prick was my best friend’s oldest brother -- who had connections to Cassio King and the mafia. The freaking mafia! The second time I saw him was at his mother’s funeral. He didn’t seem to recognize me. Or so I thought until we ended up tangled up between the sheets and he referred to our first encounter. The next time we saw each other was at his father’s funeral - the funeral of the very same man that had threatened my life. It turned out Alessio Russo was a gentleman even when he was a savage. We bickered. We kissed. We fought. We made love. He thrilled me and scared me. Still, we slowly started to find a way to each other but before I had a chance to come clean with him, I had to leave the country. Then all hell broke loose.

At the dinner table, my mother-in-law slid a contract across to me, right in front of more than 20 relatives. "Just sign it," she said lightly. "Consider it a favor to me." I looked down. A home mortgage agreement for 150,000 dollars. Across from me, my husband's younger brother, Jim Canfield, watched with a grin. Beside him, my husband's eldest sister, Cindy Canfield, urged impatiently, saying, "Shirley, what are you waiting for? Just sign it." I said I needed to go home and talk it over with Howard Canfield first. My mother-in-law's expression darkened. "What? You can't even make this decision for your own marriage?" That night, I did not sign anything. Later, she sent a three-minute voice message in the family group chat, accusing me of being childish, ungrateful, and heartless. More than 70 replies followed—not a single one in my defense. A month later, I came home from work to find three men waiting at my door, there to seize the house. I pulled out my phone and checked the property registry. The record was clear. [Mortgaged. 150,000 dollars.]

By the fifth year of my marriage to River Grayson, I had stopped checking his call logs and chat records. Instead, I spent my nights drinking and partying with my girlfriends at the poolside bar. When his ninety-ninth missed call lit up my screen, I let out a cold laugh and tossed my phone straight into the water. It didn't take long before he came storming in. The moment he pulled the strawberry-scented condom out of my pocket, he turned grim and banned me from leaving the house after 7:00 PM. "Joanne, you weren't like this before." I thought back to last month, when I had run into him at the hospital. He had lied about being on a business trip out of town, but there he was, holding Yvonne Sinclair's hand. I still remembered his words. "You lost your uterus from saving me back then. My sperm is perfectly fine. I'll give you a child—with your mother's help." Now, staring into his furious eyes, I said coldly, "Don't worry. There's no going back for us anymore."

For seven months, billionaire heir Donovan Knight has been obsessed with one woman: Scarlet Rose, the mysterious dancer who performs at the city's most exclusive club. He's offered her champagne, his penthouse, enough money to buy the entire venue, she won't even look at him twice. Then one night, riding home from a performance, Harper Monroe crashes her bicycle directly into him. Donovan takes one look at her oversized glasses, frizzy wig, and unfortunate mole, and tells her brutally that she's not his type. Harper, who is actually Scarlet Rose in disguise, tells him he's an arrogant jerk and rides away. Days later, their meddling mothers arrange a marriage between them. Donovan is horrified. Of all the women in the city, he's being forced to marry the plain, boring girl who insulted him. Harper is equally disgusted, she's being pushed into marriage with the shallow playboy who's been harassing her alter ego for months. They agree to a marriage in name only. Separate lives. Separate bedrooms. No emotions involved.