Lee Seo Won

Jessica memergoki kekasihnya selingkuh setelah pria itu meninggalkan beban hutang atas namanya. Sakit hati karena diperalat oleh sang mantan, Jessica menandatangani kontrak dengan CEO agensi film ternama dari Korea untuk membalaskan dendamnya. "Biarkan proyek film tahun ini aku yang menulis naskahnya." "Apa alasan yang mengharuskan aku menerima permintaan itu?" "Bantu aku membalas dendam."

In the Kingdom of Pierl, love is not determined by destiny, but luck. Every year, couples are chosen through a unpredictable game of chance called "The Mate lottery". Once paired, the lucky lovers head to the mysterious Island of Luck, where their virtues get put to the test and the winning pair is granted three wishes by the goddess of love, Isolde.This year, the Lottery will be the greatest there has been in centuries, as the prestigious Emperor Lordlin Varno, gorgeous as hell, suddenly made a decision to join and find his mate. Every royal woman participating is expected to win a reputable mate. All except Liora, a princess who is considered a bastard child by her family. Everyone believes that she can only win a peasant. But then the impossible happens.No one expected a bastard to be matched with the mighty Emperor Lordrin Varno, least of all him.Will the Mighty Emporer accept a mate who is a lowly human, branded a bastard child, when he has the power to reject his match and choose someone more fitting of his status? Like Heather, Liora's step-sister, beautiful, strong and utterly evil.Emporer Lordrin's biggest goal is to win the wishes granted by the goddess in the Island Of Luck. He isn’t looking for just a simple mate to love, but a cunning, strong and determined woman who can help him win the goddess's tests. Question is, which woman has what it takes to win the tests?

The day I land a hundred-million-dollar deal for the company, my girlfriend—Paisley Needham, the CEO—finally agrees to marry me. The next day, I wait at the city hall until it closes. She never shows up. Instead, what I get is her official announcement with her assistant, Jude Grayford. In the photo, she nestles in his arms. A crisp marriage license sits in her hand, impossible to miss. The caption reads, "My CEO, Ms. Paisley Needham, couldn't bear to see me going on blind dates, so she just went ahead and got the marriage license with me today. I'm so happy!" My colleagues gossip, assuming I'll be jealous and furious. I don't. I just like the post and comment, "So, when's the ceremony? Don't forget to invite me!" Paisley calls immediately, cursing me out. "I just didn't want to see him being pressured into blind dates by his parents, so I agreed to get married on paper to keep them off his back. It's not like we're actually married. Do you really have to be so petty? "Delete your comment right now and get on your knees to apologize to Jude. If you don't, I'll never marry you." I laughed bitterly. "Even better," I say. "I hope you two have a long, happy life together… and have lots of kids."

When I was seven years old, a handsome man Mom brought home gave me a box of mangoes. That day, Dad watched me happily eating the mangoes as he signed his name on the divorce agreement. Then, he jumped to his death. From that day on, mangoes became a lifelong nightmare for me. So, on our wedding day, I told my wife, Irene Johnson, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." She held me without saying a word. From that moment on, mangoes became forbidden for her as well. … On the fifth Christmas Eve after we got married, Irene's childhood sweetheart, Steven Carter, placed a mango on her desk. That same day, she announced that she was cutting ties with him and fired him from the company. That day, I felt that she was the woman destined for me. ... Six months later, I return from overseas after closing a billion-dollar deal. At the celebration dinner, Irene hands me a drink. After I drink half of it, Steven, the man who was kicked out of the company, stands behind me and grins. "Is the mango juice good?" he asks. I look at Irene in disbelief, but she is holding back a laugh. "Don't be mad. Steve insisted I play a joke on you. I didn't give you a mango, just a bottle of its juice. "But I think Steve is right. There's something wrong with you for not eating mangoes. Look at how much you enjoyed it just now!" she says. I keep a cold expression, raise my hand, and splash the remaining mango juice onto her face. Then, I turn and walk away. Some things are never a joke. Mangoes aren't, and neither is my decision to divorce.

It was something that Lissa had wanted ever she laid eyes on their newly appointed supervisor over the small but continuously growing company that she works for. He's gorgeous as hell. And everybody wants him. Sometimes, Lissa even thinks about whenever she 'plays' with herself. But of course, everything that she fantasies will remain as a fantasy. That supervisor of hers is bisexual and prefers to do the deed with men. But that's until she hears a little something from a little birdie in the cubicle next to her. Rumors really spreads fast like a wildfire. Now she uses deception and lies to get what she wants, and that's him. Blackmailing her boss with his secret, Lissa twist words until she gets what she wants. To get inside his pants. After her adventure, she did not realize that she and Anthony will become friend or that she'll end up liking him. As a woman with no filters and the only romantic relationship she'd ever had with is a vibrator... things change as their friendship progresses. What she doesn't realize is that she begins to fall in love with her boss. Now, not only does she likes him for what he can do in bed, but she's beginning to like him as a whole. But then somethings happened. A new man and woman will enter their office and will be challenging the good thing that they have, Will Lissa succeed and have Mr. Lee to beg on his knees for her? Or will another woman win this conquest and leave her in tears instead.

"Callum, why don't you spend more time with me?" As Callum Kilbourne's Beta, Lena Morrison keeps using sending documents to him as an excuse to badger him. Her voice is sickly sweet to the point I feel like puking. Thanks to my sharp sixth sense as a werewolf, I know immediately that Lena has feelings for Callum the first time she follows him into this house. At first, I thought even if this mate bond started from a mistake, at least my daughter, Mia Kilbourne's presence would serve as an anchor for both Callum and me. We'd at least make an effort to keep things peaceful on the surface. But when my five-year-old goes missing, I spend the whole night calling Callum on the phone. All I can hear is a cold, repetitive dial tone in return. The next day, Callum finally comes home, reeking of alcohol and carrying the faintest trace of an unfamiliar perfume. Suddenly, I feel exhausted. I don't even have the energy to fight with Callum anymore. A moment of silence later, I look up at him. "Let's break the bond, Callum." The Alpha, who's used to keeping everything under control at all times, suddenly glares at me with bloodshot eyes. He grabs me by the neck and pins me on the wall immediately, his claws soon tightening around my neck. "Break the bond, you say? What right do you even have to bring that up, Ayla Townsend?"

บนโลกใบนี้ล้วนแต่มีเรื่องบังเอิญ ใครจะเชื่อว่าคนในความฝันจะมีตัวตนจริงขึ้นมา อีกคนพยายามผลักใส อีกคนกลับยิ่งเข้าหา รู้ใจอีกทีเขาก็หลงรักดอกฟ้าไปซะแล้ว

My boyfriend Julian is a chess grandmaster, a genius. At sixteen, he became the youngest grandmaster in North American history. I gave him ten years of my life, but a ring was never on the table. But when he reached the pinnacle of his career and won the Grand Slam, he still refused to break the pact he'd made with his family about his career. "According to my plan, I'm not considering marriage or any other form of long-term commitment until all my goals are achieved." I didn't argue with him. I quietly packed his luggage for the World Championship and wished him the best. He had no idea that at the very moment he was lifting the championship trophy with the world watching, I was dragging my failing body to sign my own name on a euthanasia consent form.

His love is needy and possessive but yet, waits patiently for her broken heart to mend. Her innocent heart is forcefully shattered from deception, lies, toxicity and manipulation leading to a failed relationship and another. A third one becomes a taboo. Every man had something that would leave her regretting and in pains when secrets began to unfold. She develops fear to love and be loved by the right man. It becomes more difficult for her heart to open up when those hideous forgotten relationships hunts her back to her bittersweet past. Her hate becomes more intense. Her coldness mixed with beauty, confidence, smartness and determination makes her more alluring and wanted but how can he gain entry to a violently shut heart and how long can he wait for a flicker of hope? In this love hate entanglement, the outcome is uncertain. While one waits endlessly for a romance that would transcend work relationship the other hopes to forever shut down the desperate yearning to feel genuinely loved.

To encourage overall development, the kindergarten had asked each student to create a hand-drawn poster. My daughter Holly refused my help and insisted on doing it all on her own. Little did I know, most of the other children had their parents do the artwork for them. In comparison, Holly's delicate strokes were quickly dismissed. Not only was her work discarded into the trash, but her teacher also called her out in the parent group, criticizing her for being careless with the assignment. As I racked my brain trying to figure out how to help Holly regain her confidence in drawing, I was surprised to see Holly's artwork among the winning entries in the state-level children's art competition. But the signature wasn't hers—it belonged to another student from her class.