Just Some Guy Without A Mustache

At a classmate’s wedding, everyone joked with me, "So when are you getting married?" I said, "Soon." My girlfriend, Fiona Hartley, said she hadn’t thought about it yet. After we spoke at the same time, she looked at me with undisguised disgust. "When did I ever agree to marry you?" That night, claiming it was out of spite, she went out with friends to a get-together centered around her long-cherished first love. I knew then that she had never intended to marry me. So I didn’t try to stop her. I let the wedding plans continue as scheduled. After all, she was never the woman I wanted to marry in the first place.

The story revolves around the life of a renowned young female lawyer by the name of Nena Daniels whose career as a public prosecutor has earned her fame and respect in the city. She investigates and represents Miss Lucile Johnson In court on a rape charge against the culprit Mr Bayo Justice Madonna. Nena begins to take the case personal on the grounds of her family ties with the victim Miss Lucile, her cousin , even though she had to work on it simultaneously with an even bigger case. Prior to the case at hand, a government task force had been set up in their city for the indictment and apprehension of the leader of the BMO(Black Mafia Organization); a notorious drug Cartel that has been controlling the streets for a long time. Nena happened to be granted a seat at the table of this task force but the little RICO they constructed around the leader and it's most infamous leader - Maestro , seems to be making no headway and yielding no results . The twist of events that led to the great reveal of the whole case became a mystery that Nena had to unfold. Join her on this journey and see the details hidden behind the lines on this crime thriller.

After my daughter was seriously injured in a car accident and suffered heavy bleeding, she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. When it was time to sign the surgical consent form, the nurse suddenly snapped the medical file shut and pressed it down firmly. "Hospital regulations state that only immediate family members can sign the surgical consent form. What proof do you have that you are the child's father?" I was stunned. "She is my biological daughter. Do I still need to prove it to you?" The nurse retorted, "Birth certificates can be forged. How do we know the child wasn't abducted by you? If you cannot prove it, we cannot proceed with the surgery." Seeing the nurse's self-righteous expression, I trembled with anger. "I am signing the surgical consent form for my own biological daughter. Do I need to provide DNA evidence as well?" She curled her lip. "These are hospital regulations. We are being responsible for the patient. If you cannot prove the child is yours, we will report you to the police for child trafficking." After saying that, she actually called security to report it and loudly accused me of being a human trafficker. Report me to the police? I took out my police uniform from my bag and put it on. I'd show her what a split-second response was.

I'm Tristan Scott's driver's daughter. Ten years ago, my father died at the hands of Tristan's abductors as he tried to save Tristan. Tristan had held me close and told me, "I'll care for you for the rest of your life on your father's behalf." Later, my mother's cancer relapsed due to her sorrow after losing my father. Before her death, she hoped to see Tristan and me marry. But on the wedding day, Tristan leaves me at the altar. I weep and try to keep him around, but he sneers and says, "You should know where to draw the line—your father gave his life in exchange for the cushy life you now have. That should be enough for you! You're dreaming if you think you can marry me!" In the end, my mother dies without seeing Tristan put a ring on me. That night, his assistant shares an Instagram story. The photo is of her and Tristan's faces plastered to each other as she shows off the ring on her finger. It's captioned, "My answer is yes."

Five years after migrating abroad, my husband, Shawn Johnson, brings his true love and her son home. "Jill and Neil are new here. They'll be staying with us for a few days." He and I get into a huge fight over this. On my birthday, Shawn hands me a divorce agreement. He says, "Hurry up and sign it. Jill needs this country's citizenship, so let's divorce for show first." I frown, wanting to ask for more details. However, he points at me and calls me heartless. Shortly after, I see Jill's social media update. "Shawnie divorced his wife for me and Neil! We finally have a roof over our heads." I like the post and sign the divorce agreement. Then, I submit an application to my company to be transferred home.

"Jika keadilan bisa dibeli, siapa yang akan melawannya?" Bagi Cassandra Sinclair, kebenaran bukan sekadar prinsip, melainkan obsesi yang membakar setiap langkahnya. Sebagai jurnalis investigasi, dia tak segan melanggar aturan demi membongkar sindikat hukum korup yang telah merenggut ayahnya bertahun-tahun lalu. Dengan keberanian dan kecerdasannya, Cassandra memasuki dunia yang penuh kebohongan dan bahaya, ditemani oleh Elias Rowe, sahabat masa kecil sekaligus seorang peretas jenius dari keluarga miliarder yang memiliki akses ke rahasia terdalam para elite. Di sisi lain, Alexander Carter, seorang pengacara idealis, percaya bahwa hukum adalah benteng terakhir keadilan. Namun, semakin banyak kasus yang ia tangani, semakin jelas baginya bahwa hukum bukan lagi tentang benar atau salah, tetapi tentang siapa yang memiliki kekuasaan lebih besar. Perlahan, ia mulai kehilangan keyakinannya terhadap sistem yang seharusnya ia bela. Ketika sebuah investigasi membawa Cassandra dan Alexander ke dalam pusaran konspirasi berbahaya, mereka dipaksa bekerja sama meskipun memiliki prinsip yang bertentangan—Cassandra yang percaya bahwa kebenaran harus diungkap dengan segala cara, dan Alexander yang tetap berusaha memperjuangkan hukum dengan caranya sendiri. Namun, musuh mereka bukanlah orang biasa. Drakos Moreau, seorang pebisnis yang menjalankan jaringan kriminal di balik layar, dan Lucian Graves, pengacara bayangan yang ahli memanipulasi hukum, hanya sebagian kecil dari ancaman yang mereka hadapi. Di balik semua ini, ada sosok yang lebih gelap dan lebih berbahaya—MR. PHANTOM, bayangan yang mengendalikan hukum, politik, dan kejahatan dengan satu gerakan halus. Saat kebenaran mulai terungkap, nyawa mereka dipertaruhkan. Siapa yang benar-benar bisa dipercaya? Siapa yang sebenarnya menarik tali di balik layar? Dan seberapa jauh mereka harus melangkah untuk melawan sistem yang telah lama bobrok?  Dalam dunia di mana keadilan bisa dibeli, hanya mereka yang berani melawan arus yang bisa bertahan. Tapi berapa harga yang harus dibayar?

The day I received my medical report and found out I was pregnant, my husband—Alpha Scott Hansen—held a small wedding ceremony in the hospital garden with his first love and former mate, Gillian Boyd. He explained, “Her final wish in this life was to be my bride.” But what about me? What was I to him? A replacement? It finally hit me—ten years of unwavering devotion and sacrifice meant nothing compared to a single tear shed by his first love.

The scent of pine and damp earth clung to the air as the full moon created long shadows across the Ancient Clearing. Tonight, was supposed to be our marking ceremony, a sacred ritual binding Alpha Anderson and his chosen Luna before the eyes of the Frostmoon Pack. “My heart,” his gaze locked on Leah, who stood under the moonlight “has always belonged to another. My first love, the one whose spirit has been weakened by the venom of wolfsbane, is my Luna.” He drew Leah closer, his hand possessively circling her waist. Under the watchful gaze of the moon, he smiled. “Our traditions are clear,” he continued, “Only the woman who stands with me at this altar, witnessed by all, shall be my Luna. Though I had always thought that Irene was my mate which I mistakenly marked a time ago. But thanks to the goddess for making me see clearly before it was too late.” They exchanged vows beneath the trees, witnessed by the werewolves and the Moon Goddess. The silver crowns were placed, the ceremonial kiss sealed their bond. I stood hidden in the shadows of the surrounding forest. For twelve years, from the moment my wolf recognized his at eighteen until my thirtieth moon cycle, my love for Anderson had never changed. But his heart, it was clear, belonged to Leah. If that was the truth, then I would release him. He had never truly seen me, never truly cared. Yet, the act of my departure seemed to unravel him in ways I couldn’t understand.

Eugene Lloyd is known all over Swanford as a wife-obsessed maniac—everyone says he loves Jacklyn Stinson with quiet, unwavering devotion. At first, Jacklyn believes it, too… until the day she discovers Eugene is cheating—and with her own sister! It hits her like a bucket of ice water, dousing every bit of passion she once had for him. Jacklyn plots her revenge. She drains Eugene's assets, then contacts her best friend to stage her death. It's time to destroy the cheating scum and his shameless lover! Afterward, Jacklyn thinks she'll never love again. But on the night before her staged death, Swanford's so-called prince, Liam Robertson, corners her against the wall. Years of silent yearning finally boil over, and his voice trembles as he looks at her. "Will you consider me instead? I'll wait for you!"

Sebastian ‘Baste’ Paner was a jock of hotel services and master of client pampering, especially for rich old women. When his best friend who was running a dating agency enlisted his help to fulfill a dying woman's wish, the greedy Baste accepted the offer right away. Who wouldn't be anyway if you're bound to inherit a massive land in the province after her death? However, it wasn't as easy as Baste had initially thought. “When I called and told your orphanage that I want a family, I didn't mean I need a husband. I need a child,” clarified 61-year-old Filomena Geronimo who mistakenly dialed the agency instead of the orphanage. By the way, it's not a love story. It's something more profound than that. It's... something only we know.