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Trois jours avant les fiançailles, Lucien Thomas m'a appelée : « Reportons notre cérémonie de fiançailles d'un mois. Ce jour-là, ce sera le premier concert de Lily Moreau après son retour en France, je ne peux pas ne pas y aller. » « Ce n'est qu'un report de fiançailles, rien de grave. » C'était la troisième fois qu'il a repoussé notre cérémonie de fiançailles cette année. La première fois, c'était parce que Lily avait eu une appendicite à l'étranger et avait été hospitalisée. Il avait dit qu'il devait aller s'occuper d'elle et il s'était précipité là-bas sans attendre. La deuxième fois, c'était parce que Lily avait dit qu'elle n'allait pas bien. Craignant qu'elle ne sombre dans la dépression, il avait immédiatement réservé un billet d'avion pour l'étranger. Et c'était la troisième fois. J'ai simplement répondu d'accord, j'ai raccroché puis je me suis tournée vers l'homme élégant et fier à mes côtés : « As-tu envie de m'épouser ? » Plus tard, lors du concert de Lily, Lucien l'a pourtant laissée sans hésiter et, les yeux rougis, il s'est précipité à ma cérémonie de fiançailles. « Léa Bernard, veux-tu vraiment te fiancer avec cet homme ? »

After a full week of night shifts, I make a fatal mistake—injecting my son, Ricky Lambert, with phenobarbital, mistaking it for an antibiotic. The injection stops his breathing instantly, and the hospital soon declares him brain-dead. My husband, Terence Lambert, completely falls apart when he hears the news. The only thing that calms him is holding his nephew, Ryan Lambert, who looks so much like Ricky. So, I give up my transfer to Harborstone to Wendy Larson, my brother-in-law's wife. I even agree to adopt her son. Because of that mistake, I work hard and endure Terence's coldness day after day without a word of complaint. Ten years later, when Wendy returns home a success, that's when I accidentally overhear her speaking with Terence. "Back then, to help me get residency at Harborstone, you swapped the medicine and killed your own son. Do you really not regret it?" Terence sneers. "Of course not. I promised I'd help you rise above the rest. And I know Rosalie too well. If she knows there is a chance to go back to Harborstone, she'll fight you for it to the bitter end. "I have to use Ricky's death to trap her for good. It also gives me the perfect excuse to make her raise our son, so you can focus on your career without any burden." I can't believe what I'm hearing. I run out the door and accidentally fall into a raging river. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the very day the hospital declares Ricky dead.

En el baño de la oficina, oí a alguien hablando mal de mí. Era la pasante a la que guié durante tres meses. Se quejaba: —Es una vieja bruja sin tacto, como un robot con el cerebro apagado. Yo ya estaba a punto de abrir la puerta para interrumpirlas cuando otra, entre risas, remató: —Faltan papeles. Las facturas no están en regla. Sin la firma del director no se puede pagar. ¡Ya nos sabemos de memoria sus frases de siempre; puro teatro! Cuando se fueron, regresé en silencio a mi oficina. La pasante azotó una pila de solicitudes de reembolso con sus facturas adjuntas sobre mi escritorio. —No vayas a buscar cualquier pretexto para negarles el reembolso otra vez. Eché un vistazo a las facturas falsas y, por primera vez, no las cuestioné. Esta vez, sonreí apenas: —Me duele la cabeza; no logro leer bien la letra.

"I need you to smile, darling," Adrian whispers, his fingers digging into Isabella's waist as cameras flash. "Your father's business empire depends on it." The champagne in her glass trembles as Isabella forces herself to play the perfect mafia bride. She hasn't told him about the baby yet. Hasn't mentioned the way his eyes linger on the judge's daughter, Elena. Hasn't revealed that she knows about the poison they've planned for her "tragic accident." But Isabella Romano isn't going down without a fight. "Please," she whispers to Santa Muerte as poison burns through her veins. "Give me a chance to make them pay." Death has a price. Isabella awakens in the body of Valentina Salvatore—wife to Adrian's greatest rival and mother to twin girls who somehow see through her deception. She has 150 days to either claim vengeance or find true love. The clock is ticking, and Nicolas Salvatore, her new "husband," is proving dangerously easy to fall for. "You're not really her, are you?" Nicolas murmurs one night, his fingers tracing her jaw. "My Valentina never looked at me the way you do." But as Isabella navigates the deadly waters of rival crime families, she discovers Valentina had secrets of her own—secrets worth dying for. Now, with her father plotting a takeover, Adrian suspicious of her resurrection, and her borrowed body slowly rejecting her soul, Isabella must choose: the revenge she died for, or the love she never expected to find. In this dangerous game of second chances, some fates are worse than death. And some loves are worth dying for twice.

Campus food deliveries vanished so often that no one even commented anymore. Then it happened to me again and again. I never identified the thief, but by New Year's Eve I was finished with being an easy mark. I set out a bowl of soup as bait and soaked it with water wrung from an old bathroom mop. I meant to make whoever stole it regret touching my food. A week later, the police did not come for the thief. They came for me. The counselor slid a penalty notice across his desk—600 dollars for food costs and medical fees, due next week. The person who ate my food had been hospitalized for "poisoning." The school was already discussing a major demerit, the cancellation of my first-class scholarship, and the loss of my needs-based stipend. That stipend was the money keeping my sick mother alive. They planned to pin everything on me, shield the real culprit, and bury me under paperwork. Unfortunately for them, they chose the wrong target. I was the law department's resident argument addict, and I intended to turn their dirty little mediation into a public collapse.

He is the God of Justice. A God of Retribution and Vengeance. And he has waited centuries for blood to awaken him... Bound to him by a pact she doesn’t fully understand, Aliana becomes both his Master and his prisoner. He is ruthless, intoxicating, and impossibly beautiful… but he is no hero. He judges, he condemns, and he kills without hesitation. And now his hunger is fixed on her...

" Sois ma femme, ma fiancée a deux minutes de retard pour notre mariage et je dois me marier aujourd'hui." dit Léonard Evans à Valérie." Je viens juste de divorcer monsieur, cherchez une autre personne." répondit Valérie." Tu es celle que je veux. Je vois que tu pleures pour cet imbécile. Tu peux refuser mon offre si tu es capable de supporter les insultes de la future femme de ton ex mari."Valérie le regarda et regarda la direction dans laquelle se dirigeait son ex mari et son amante. Elle se retourna et dit " Je suis d'accord, mais je veux que ça soit confidentiel."" Comme tu veux."=============================Mariée depuis cinq ans avec Thierry Zack, Valérie se retrouve malheureuse parce qu'elle n'arrivait pas à donner les enfants à son mari. Celui-ci décide de divorcer d'elle pour se remarier avec une autre avant qu'elle ne lui dise qu'elle est enfin enceinte de lui.Léonard va-t-il toujours l'accepter sachant qu'elle est enceinte de son ex mari ? Valérie va-t-elle dire un jour à Thierry qu'elle a eu un enfant avec lui?

Me compré un hombre bestia de servicio de élite, pero a mí no me quería. Solo le movía la cola a mi hermana. Así que después, llevé a casa a otro de desahogo inferior. Y él… se puso tan desesperado que casi llora. —¡Clara! ¡Tú solo puedes tener un perrito… y ese he de ser yo!

Don't you get a bit annoyed some times when cliched novels, seemingly create characters just to misuse and dump them in the middle of a story? They say novels are an inaccurate of past pieces of history from different alternate universes, well this agent is here to make things right. {Esteemed host the female leads loathing is at maximum. Tread with caution, this eternal being wants those points} 'She really took her damm time~he he just what I've been waiting for, let me give the male lead a peck first" She snickered with a making a joke of her counterparts concerns. {Host!!!} 'Mmmwah' Thud! {She fainted} "En. Such fragile heart." *Shivers {Host is so cruel} 'Now it's his turn~honey' Have you read all the books of your favaorite genres off the internet and need the thrill of face slapping to end the day properly? Then this is for you. Follow, our goddess, Zhi Ruo through worlds with her trusty,crafty system, Timon, to give cheating bastards and white lotuses a taste of their own medicine, only a thousand times more bitter. -----------

Tras presentar mi solicitud para dejar el cargo de jefa de Medicina Forense y pedir el traslado a un puesto administrativo, en la comisaría a todos se les iluminó la cara. Sonrisas por todas partes. Aprobación unánime. Solo Olivia Montoya, la nueva forense… la "mejor amiga de la infancia" de mi novio, se vino abajo. La que se hace llamar la "Susurradora de Cadáveres". Entró hecha una fiera, me agarró con fuerza de la bata y, con los ojos enrojecidos, soltó: —Aunque tu técnica ya está pasada de moda, de verdad espero que te quedes. ¡Que sigas dándoles voz a las víctimas! Le aparté la mano con frialdad, recogí mis cosas y me di la vuelta para irme. Porque en mi vida pasada, ella se presentaba igual: decía que podía oír los susurros de los muertos y saber lo que habían vivido antes de morir. Yo me mataba trabajando: autopsia tras autopsia, revisando una y otra vez, redactando informes de autopsia con cada detalle. Ella, en cambio, solo necesitaba echarle un vistazo al cadáver… y podía recitar mi informe palabra por palabra, sin equivocarse ni una coma. Las familias de las víctimas la veneraban como si fuera un milagro andante. A mí me miraban con desprecio. Decían que yo profanaba al difunto, que no lo respetaba. No lo acepté. Me negué a rendirme. Me dejaba la vida en cada autopsia… pero ella siempre se me adelantaba, escupiendo toda la verdad como si ya la tuviera en la palma de la mano. Hasta que una familia, llevada al límite, me odió por ultrajar a su difunto. Me secuestraron. Me descuartizaron. Y me abandonaron en un baldío. Cuando volví a abrir los ojos… Había renacido justo el día en que Olivia anunció, por primera vez, que era la "Susurradora de Cadáveres".