Logging 10 000 Years Into The Future Chapter 151

Shortly after I married Andrew Lorne, my mother-in-law has my husband's widowed sister-in-law move in with us. She wants my husband to bear the responsibility of caring for two families. My husband says he wouldn't be who he is without his elder brother's help, so he won't let his sister-in-law suffer. And so, she and her son steal my home and my husband's love. Meanwhile, my daughter and I are banished to the countryside. On the first day of our banishment, I'm violated and murdered by beggars who barge into the house. … It takes three years for my husband to remember me. He comes to the countryside to take me home. "Come out, Jovana. I'll immediately bring you home as long as you agree to give your property to Tiana as an apology for the things you've done." As soon as the words are out of his mouth, my daughter emerges from the yard, which is overgrown with weeds. She tells him I was dead. He doesn't believe her. He allows his mother to beat my daughter half to death and berates me while he's at it. "How dare you, Jovana! You haven't learned your lesson at all, have you? These dirty tricks are all you know, and you even taught our daughter to lie! It's been years, yet you still can't compare to Tiana!"

The day I inherited Grandpa's "Peacemaker," I received a call from myself, ten years in the future. "Sienna, don't give that gun to Lorenzo." I obeyed without question. That night, forced to use his faulty Glock, Lorenzo was beaten into a vegetative state during a duel. Guilt nearly broke me, but my parents nursed me back to health. Or so I thought. "You idiot," my future self sneered. "It was a lie to get you on the operating table. They want your heart for your brother!" Finding a transplant agreement in my father's study, I publicly severed ties with the Morettis. Only later, after Lorenzo died from rejection, did I learn they just needed my rare blood, not my heart. I wanted to return and atone, but the phone rang again. "Your parents will kill you for honor. Don't go back." I waited. But instead of assassins, news arrived: the Morettis had been slaughtered by rivals. I bolted for home, only to be mowed down by a black sedan. As I died, I couldn't understand why my future self had orchestrated my end. Then I opened my eyes. I was back at the ceremony.

Alea, seorang wanita cantik, sukses, dan sombong, selalu memandang rendah pria yang mendekatinya. Baginya, cinta bukan sekadar perasaan, melainkan transaksi. Ia percaya bahwa hanya pria dengan kekayaan luar biasa yang pantas berdampingan dengannya. Hingga suatu hari, Reyhan, seorang pengusaha muda yang penuh percaya diri, datang dengan tawaran mengejutkan—sebuah mahar 10 miliar rupiah untuk menjadikannya istri. Bukan karena cinta, tapi karena sebuah alasan yang tidak Alea pahami. Merasa tertantang, Alea menerima tawaran itu. Namun, semakin lama ia menjalani pernikahan ini, semakin ia sadar bahwa uang bukanlah segalanya. Di balik sikap dingin dan misterius Reyhan, ada sesuatu yang perlahan mengguncang hati dan egonya. Apakah Alea akan tetap mempertahankan harga dirinya, atau justru jatuh cinta pada pria yang awalnya hanya dianggap sebagai penyedia mahar? Sebuah kisah tentang harga diri, cinta, dan kenyataan bahwa hati tak bisa dibeli dengan uang.

Wounded Butterfly Series I "Letting go of someone you love is not a sign of being weak, it is really a sign of being brave enough of letting someone be free even if it means of breaking you." - Samantha. Mara Samantha Montesor Gilmore is a strong woman with a good heart. She'll definitely take the pain of being an unwanted wife than letting the man she loves be deceit by someone else. She would rather hurt herself for the sake of him, that's how selfless she is -- she even made a promise to herself that she will never leave him, that she will always stay even if it hurts like hell. But how could she keep her promise and just stay by his side when there's this one reason for her to run away and leave him?

Saat gladi resik pernikahan, rekan kerja perempuan tunanganku tiba-tiba menyerbu dan menghancurkan dekorasi hingga berantakan. "Jared janji mau nikah sama aku, siapa kamu ini sebenarnya?" tanyanya. Dia merebut gaun pengantinku yang bernilai puluhan miliar. Namun karena tubuhnya terlalu gemuk, bahkan kepalanya saja tidak bisa masuk di gaun itu. Aku mengejeknya, "Jangan-jangan kamu terlalu gemuk sampai gaun pengantin ukuran besar ini pun nggak muat di tubuhmu?" Dengan wajah yang memerah karena malu dan marah, Quincy memaksa dirinya masuk ke gaun itu. Dalam sekejap, bagian punggung dan pinggang gaun itu robek hingga terbentuk lubang-lubang besar yang mencolok. Dengan percaya diri, dia berkata, "Memangnya kenapa kalau kurobek gaun ini? Jared cinta sama aku dan bakal beliin aku gaun pengantin yang baru." Namun saat acara pernikahan dimulai, Quincy terkejut bukan main. Pengantin pria yang berjalan mendekat sama sekali bukan Jared, melainkan bos besar mereka. Lagi pula, aku tidak pernah mengatakan bahwa ini adalah pernikahanku.

I had been in love with Anton Stark for fifteen years, and it was always sweet until another woman appeared. He began to act distant and used every trick to force me into a divorce. I clung to him desperately, even though I was battered and bruised, hoping he would change his mind. But eventually, I woke up. Some relationships should come to an end.

Alexis Wilson, a former businesswoman who died with her brother in an assassination. She later reborn as a waste and powerless lady of Anwar family. Though she was not liked by her father, her five brothers still doted on her. She was a fat, so what? She could lose her weight and became beautiful as fairy. She was a waste, so what? Wait for her to show her magic and her cute soul protector. Not only that a handsome young master wanted her to be his sister, there's an angel like dude who claim to be her grandchild from the future! In this journey to be a powerful mage, join with Alexis to see what is her chance to change her future. The cover picture belong to its creator. If the creator wants me to remove it contract me.

As I was cleaning up the house, I noticed something had fallen out of the cabinet my wife always kept locked tight. I remembered Megan's constant warnings. "That cabinet holds all our family's important records. If anything gets lost, there's no getting it back. Just leave it alone and don't touch it." Worried something valuable might have fallen out, I rushed to pick it up. But what I found was a thick stack of remittance slips. From forty years ago to now, every month, my wife had been sending money to the same account. And that's when it hit me. My wife had been lying to me. The money I'd been pouring into this family had been flowing right out, into the hands of someone else.

At my best friend's wedding, a girl lunged forward and caught the bouquet—only for it to slip from her hands and land squarely in my arms. My best friend, Lauren Walker, beamed at me. "Madison, looks like you're the next bride." The guests exchanged knowing glances and turned toward my boyfriend of eight years—Mason Ryder, the CEO of the Ryder Group. But he calmly plucked the bouquet from my hands and casually passed it to the girl standing beside me—his secretary, Natalie Carter. "She caught it first." He ruffled my hair, his voice gentle. "Be good. Give it back to Natalie for now. We'll wait for the next time." The spotlight—and the guests' attention—shifted with the bouquet, settling on Natalie. I looked at her startled yet shy expression, then rested a hand on my stomach and forced a bitter smile. Mason didn't know there wouldn't be a next time. Our eight-year promise had already come to an end, and we still hadn't taken the step into marriage. And I had already promised my parents, who were royalty, that next week, I would leave and return to Montelvia to inherit the family legacy.

My husband threw me into the crocodile pit to help his childhood sweetheart, who was a KOL, gain popularity. To make the live stream more realistic, he personally tossed bait at me. “Have you not eaten? My grandma can run faster than you!” He watched as I bled from my abdomen, believing I was just pretending to be pitiful. When I asked for a divorce, he kicked me to the ground. “Since you love pretending to be pitiful to ask for a divorce, why didn’t you just let the crocodile kill you?” I handed him a medical report. “My child died because of you. Does this count as pretending to be pitiful?”