Little Puck Hucow

"Are you not kidding?" Travis asked, his deep voice laced with disbelief. "You want to get married... today?" Alice's eyes sparkled with mischief as she nodded enthusiastically. But little did Travis know, Alice's intentions were far from innocent. She had been reborn, given a second chance at life after a brutal murder at the hands of her stepsister, Octavia, and her former lover, Grant. With her memories intact, Alice was determined to exact revenge on those who had wronged her. And Travis, the brooding and handsome millionaire, was just the pawn she needed in her game of revenge. As Alice and Travis navigate their whirlwind engagement, secrets and lies begin to unravel. Octavia and Grant are still lurking in the shadows, waiting for their next victim. But Alice is no longer the naive and timid girl she once was. She's been reborn, and she's ready to take back control. Will Alice's thirst for revenge consume her, or will she find love and redemption in the arms of Travis? Dive into this twisted tale of love, lies, and revenge to find out.

Gisella Anastasia — gadis cantik nan manis berusia dua puluh tahun itu harus menelan rasa kecewa yang di torehkan oleh sang tunangan. Pria yang seharusnya minggu depan menikah dengannya, malah bermain serong dengan wanita dari masa lalu. . . "Meskipun tidak jadi menikah denganmu, tapi aku pastikan Minggu depan aku akan tetap menikah, walaupun harus menikah dengan pria lain!" . . Siapa menyangka, kalau hal itu membuat Gisella nekat mengajak seorang pria matang berwajah tampan untuk menikah? "Menikah denganmu? Boleh. Tapi jika sudah menikah denganku, tidak ada perceraian di kemudian hari. Kamu sanggup? tanya pria matang dengan wajah rupawan itu. Sukses kah Gisella membalas dendam pada sang mantan Tunangan? Lalu bagaimana respon Gisella setelah mengetahui kalau Suaminya ternyata tidaklah sesederhana yang terlihat? . . ikuti kisah "Terjebak Cinta Om Presdir" eksklusif hanya di Good Novel. TTD : Little Rubah

On my way back from a business trip, I scrolled past a video. A newborn was abandoned by the roadside, crying so hard. As a first time dad, I couldn’t help looking at the baby a little longer. I froze because that baby looked exactly like my son. I had booked the best confinement center in the city for my wife. I had checked them into a VIP suite. I had employed a nanny and a nursing team to look after my wife and my son full-time. I broke out in a cold sweat. My wife didn’t check her phone, so I immediately called the center's manager, Ms. Thompson. She laughed lightly. “Don’t worry, Mr. Smith. Your wife and baby are perfectly fine. They just fell asleep.” The next second, she sent me a photo of my sleeping baby. I stared at the tiny, unfamiliar face. In that instant, the blood in my body turned to ice. I was only gone for four days. So how was my son a different person?

During the long National Day holidays, I planned a Golden Highlands trip for the whole family. I even booked tickets for a luxurious train ride so we could enjoy the scenery. But on departure day, my husband and son vanished. I called my husband. I could hear an airport boarding announcement in the background. My voice trembled. "Where are you?" He panicked and mumbled that the company had an emergency before hanging up. I tried calling again, but the line was busy. The next day, he posted an update on his social media. In the photo, he stood beneath the snowy peaks of Wintercrown with one arm around his old love while the other held our son. The caption read: [If we had been a little braver back then...] A friend commented: [Where is your wife?] I stared at his reply: [She's sick and resting at home.] Three expired train tickets sat on the table as my eyes welled up with tears. A decade of marriage. A pack of lies. It was time to bring it all to a close.

On the night of my wedding, my best friend's younger brother wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked me, “It’s a little big. Can you handle it?” I stared at his perfectly defined abs, my mind going completely blank. “What?” He repeated, “Can you handle it?” My voice jumped an octave from my panic. “Aren't we supposed to take things slow? Isn’t this way too fast?” That night, the sound-activated lights in the house flickered on and off until dawn. Meanwhile, my ex-husband was squatting downstairs. His eyes were swollen red from crying, but I did not even spare him a thought. Back then, when I agreed to let him proceed with a fake wedding with his childhood sweetheart, Miles Carter thought our cold war was over. When he explained things to me, he said, “Vivian and I will only be married on paper. The ceremony is just to satisfy my mom. I swear, when this is over, we’ll live as a real couple.” I remained silent. I just stared at the countdown on my phone, counting the days until I could finally leave. He did not know that the moment he tricked me into signing the divorce papers, our marriage had already ceased to exist.

A heatwave swept across the surface of the Earth right after the end of boot camp. Temperatures rose to 200 degrees Fahrenheit, and all electronic items stopped functioning. Even our water source had all dried up. I was lucky that I never liked the taste of water in college, and I always had five boxes of bottled water standing by in my hostel room. If I rationed my water, I could sustain myself until help arrived, but our instructor suddenly requested everyone to hand in their water to be managed by one person. "We're a group, and it's only by working together that we will be able to sustain ourselves until help arrives! Whoever doesn't hand in their bottled water will be considered the common enemy!" I had no choice but to hand in all the water I had. However, the instructor was not fair with his water rationing. He would give the women one bottle a day, while I only had one bottle cap's worth of water. "You're a man, aren't you? It doesn't matter if you have less water. Do you really want to fight the fairer sex for a little water? The ladies should be pampered like princesses. Can't a man like you bear some responsibility to take care of them?" I wanted to argue with him, but my girlfriend, who was also my childhood sweetheart, helped the instructor tie me up and flung me under the sun to be burned to death. When I opened my eyes next, I had returned to the day before the heatwave. This time, I moved all of my water into a cave and watched gleefully as that lecherous instructor got thrown under the sun by his pampered female trainees to be burned.

The night Gloria Leach—my husband's ex—died in the rain, he floored it and drove us off a cliff. That's when it clicked. Evan Patterson had always hated me for getting between him and Gloria. Then I woke up, I was back on the wedding day. This time, he didn't even pause. Ditched the rings. Ran straight to her outside the church. I didn't cry. Didn't make a scene. I just called it off. While they turned their reunion into a show, I said yes to someone else. In this life, Evan and I were strangers. Until eight years later. An auction. I placed a no-cap bid on the final item—sapphire cufflinks. Won. I was leaving when Evan stepped in front of me, scowling. "Robyn, stop embarrassing yourself. Even if you bought every cufflink on earth for me, I still wouldn't love you. Gloria's the only one in my heart." I didn't even look at him. Just reached for the little girl beside me. "Sweetheart, say hi to the gentleman." He saw her face—mine, copied clean. His eyes went red, and his grip snapped around my wrist. "She's our daughter?"

Everyone knows the rules of fake dating: No catching feelings. And definitely no falling for the guy who once wrote your perfect twin sister love letters he never sent. I’m Olivia Carter: the unloved twin, the spare, the one who got dumped so my ex could marry my sister, the one currently fake-dating Rowan Parker, captain of the Ice Hawks, just to make Caleb choke on his own wedding cake. Rowan needs a girlfriend to scare off puck bunnies until playoffs. I need revenge that tastes like his mouth. We’re professionals. This is business. Except he’s looking at me like I’m the only person in the room, and I’m starting to forget the word “pretend.”

On the eve of my wedding, I was run over by my fiance's childhood friend. My life was in danger. My best friend tried to call my fiance, but he hung up directly. He sent her a text message. "Ruth is sick. I don't have time." My best friend then called her boyfriend who happened to be a well-connected celebrity. However, he said, "Ruth is sick. She needs me by her side right now." After a night of resuscitation, we looked at each other in the ward and spoke at the same time. "I don't want to get married." To our surprise, both our fiances went crazy when they found out we called off our weddings.

Nous nous préparions à déménager dans une nouvelle maison. Lorsque la meilleure amie de mon mari a appris la nouvelle, elle a décidé de vivre avec nous. J'allais protester, mais mon mari a immédiatement accepté. Le pire, il a même donné la chambre principale de ma fille au fils de son amie, et a fait déménager notre fille au sous-sol. Quand j'ai exprimé mon mécontentement, il a dit d'un ton léger : « Grace est mon amie, arrête de trop penser. Son fils est comme mon fils, bien sûr, je veux qu'il ait une chambre plus agréable. » Quand je suis restée sur mes positions, mon mari et sa famille ont commencé à me traiter d'égoïste. Écœurée par leur injustice, je suis partie avec ma fille. C'est alors qu'ils ont réalisé mon absence et ont commencé à s'inquiéter.