Long Live Summons 41

After being reborn, the very first thing I do is schedule a hysterectomy. In my past life, my boyfriend's first love started a livestream channel to build her image as a brilliant OB-GYN. The moment she saw me vomiting, she deliberately claimed on livestream that I was pregnant. Right then and there, my boyfriend insisted that he had never even slept with me. I tried to explain, but she handed me medication to help sustain the pregnancy. She even told me to take care of myself and take them on time. Viewers made fun of my boyfriend, saying I had cheated on him. Furious, he broke up with me. Later, my personal information leaked, and countless men began harassing me for hookups. I couldn't take it anymore and jumped to my death. Meanwhile, his first love rode the fame wave of her brilliant OB-GYN persona, gaining followers and being idolized by her fans. But this time, I don't even have a uterus. Let's see how she plans to fake a pregnancy scandal now.

Ich war genau auf eine einzige Party in meiner neuen, wohlhabenden Nachbarschaft gegangen. Danach verklagte mich meine Nachbarin Brenda. Vor Gericht hielt sie ihre Tochter Tiffany im Arm – voller blauer Flecken, gezeichnet und übel zugerichtet. Sie beschuldigte meinen Sohn, sie vergewaltigt zu haben. Mitten in der Anhörung zog Tiffany ihren Kragen herunter. Rote Striemen legten sich wie ein Ring um ihren Hals. „Er hat versucht, mir die Hose runterzureißen“, schluchzte sie. „Er wollte sich an mir vergreifen. Ich habe mich gewehrt. Also hat er mich geschlagen. Er hat mein Gesicht ruiniert!“ Draußen vor dem Gerichtsgebäude hielten Demonstranten Schilder hoch und beschimpften meinen Sohn als Abschaum – ein verzogenes, reiches Bengel. Im Internet ging ein gephotoshoptes Trauerbild von mir viral. Darunter stand: Die unfähige Mutter soll zusammen mit ihrem Sohn sterben. Der Aktienkurs meines Unternehmens stürzte ab. Aber ich saß einfach nur da. Steinern. Ausdruckslos. Dann verlangte ich, dass man meinen Sohn Cooper hereinbringen solle. Die Türen des Gerichtssaals öffneten sich. Cooper trat ein. Alle erstarrten.

“ฉันไม่มีวันเอาเด็กรุ่นลูกมาเป็นเมียเด็ดขาด แม้ว่าฉันจะรู้สึกดีกับหนูก็ตาม” เรื่อง เมียเด็กของคุณกัปตัน นามปากกา InTheStars นักวาด TORN /นักวาด ตอนยอน พระเอก พิพัฒน์ (กัปตันพัฒน์) อายุ 41 ปี ส่วนสูง 180 เซนติเมตร กัปตันสุดฮอตของสายการบินอันดับ 1 ของประเทศ ภายนอกดูสุขุม มีเสน่ห์ เจ้าชู้ ขี้หึง อารมณ์ร้อนแรง นางเอก ลลิสา (ซาร่า) อายุ 20 ปี ส่วนสูง 170 เซนติเมตร ลูกครึ่งไทย อิตาลี นักศึกษาปี 2 คณะมนุษยศาสตร์ ภาคอินเตอร์ นิสัย ร่าเริง พูดเก่ง มีเสน่ห์ ดื้อรั้น เมื่อโชคชะตากำหนดให้สาวน้อยได้กลับมาเจอกัปตันผู้หล่อเหลาและใจดีอีกครั้ง เธอจึงต้องทำทุกวิถีทาง เพื่อให้ได้ครอบครองทั้งตัวและหัวใจของเขา “ฉันไม่มีวันเอาเด็กรุ่นลูกมาเป็นเมียเด็ดขาด แม้ว่าฉันจะรู้สึกดีกับหนูก็ตาม” “รุ่นลูกแล้วไง หนูไม่ใช่ลูกคุณกัปตันนี่คะ ไม่มีใครห้ามไม่ให้ผู้ใหญ่มีเมียเด็ก หนูบรรลุนิติภาวะแล้ว หนูสามารถเป็นเมียคุณกัปตันได้ร้อยเปอร์เซ็นต์ค่ะ” ติดตามเพจ เฟสบุ๊คนักเขียน Writer Inthestars Immy Inthestars

Six years after marrying Rhiannon Westley, she takes a lover. He's like a puppy—timid and clingy. He flinches at the slightest raised voice, so Rhiannon never loses her temper in front of him. But when he acts up in front of me, Rhiannon snaps. She's furious, and she gives him a harsh scolding. The next day, he sends me a photo of his neck covered in red marks. "Zane, Ms. Westley is so fierce..."

When Zephyra learns her mate and only family plan to steal her kidney to save her stepsister, she escapes and while being chased, she ends up drowning in a river instead. It should have ended her life, but it didn’t. She wakes in chains, rescued not by any kindness, but by slave traders. Sold to the feared Lycan kingdom, Zephyra is given to its ruthless leader, Alpha Theron who is known for his ruthlessness and the beast he struggles to control. She is viewed as a cursed slave of pleasure whose priority is to warm the King’s bed. He doesn’t want her because she’s cursed but he can’t let her go since she might be the one he has been looking for. Keeping Zephyra in the palace is just the beginning. If she’s not uncovering secrets about the palace, she’s discovering secrets about herself that complicate her relationship with the king, who will never leave her. Please Note: This book may include some explicit content that could be uncomfortable for certain readers.

When I was ten, Jonathan Cooper saved me and told me he would protect me for life. When I was 15, I met William Reed. He also told me he would protect me forever. Yet, the year I turned 23, the two men who swore to always keep me safe threw me into the ocean for the sake of their true love.

Three days before my wedding, my younger sister staged a scene—one where I supposedly abandoned her in the mountains. She claimed I locked her in a cabin, left her to be nearly assaulted, and that she barely escaped with her life. Furious, my fiancé dragged me up the mountain and locked me in that same cabin. He said, "Wendy, a woman as vicious as you won't learn her lesson without punishment. I already told you I'd marry you. Why go after Chloe? Since you're so desperate to climb your way up, you can stay here until the wedding day." I begged him, over and over, but my scorched throat could only force out hoarse, grating sounds. Three days later, Mickey O'Brien stood at the altar in his suit, waiting for me. What he got instead was my remains.

Two days before New Year's, my boyfriend, Jeffrey Graham, planned to spend the holiday at the beach with his assistant. I did not argue or complain. Instead, I thoughtfully packed his bags for him. However, he mocked me, saying that I had finally learned to be considerate now that I was pregnant. After he left, I wasted no time and went to get an abortion. Why? In my previous life, I tried to use our child to stop him, but his assistant ended up being brutally murdered at the beach. Jeffrey appeared calm on the surface after that incident, but just when I was about to give birth, he cruelly cut open my abdomen and killed my baby. That was when I realized—he had been holding a deep grudge against me all along. This time, I was determined to make him lose everything.

Three days after I died, my fiancé got a call to ID the body. He just scoffed. "She's dead, so what? Call me when she's in the ground." The cops, out of options, hit up my backup contact—my childhood friend. He actually laughed. "She's really gone? Not my problem. Burn her or whatever." Then my body hit the internet— And suddenly, both of them looked like ghosts.

When I'm seven years old, my dad turns me in to the Court Judgment of the Born Wicked because of my tendency to vomit. If I'm found guilty, my blood ties with my dad will be forcibly severed. Then, I'll be sent to prison. Everyone claims that Dad is just making a fuss over nothing. "Your daughter is still so young, so it's natural for her to fall ill. As a father, you should be more considerate toward her." But when the evidence is shown, everyone clamps up immediately. There was once when Dad drank so much to the point he suffered from gastric bleeding. The business contract that he managed to convince his client to sign was all soiled because I vomited on him as soon as he got home. Thanks to me, the contract was voided. Dad got fired on the spot. During Bryce Fuller, my older brother's birthday, I vomited onto his birthday cake in front of his classmates. Because of that, Bryce was isolated by all of his classmates. He became so depressed that he tried to slit his wrist in an attempt to take his own life. I'll keep vomiting everywhere, be it at the dining table or on my bed. Dad and Bryce have to clean me up more than 30 times every day. They suffer greatly because of me. What angers everyone the most is that after I'm done vomiting, I'll laugh at everyone in a provocative manner. The judge gives his verdict instantly, claiming that I'm wicked by nature. Bryce's eyes redden immediately. As he cries, he tells me that he can't bear to see me leaving him. I never shed any tears, nor do I throw a tantrum. Instead, I accept the judge's verdict calmly, but with a prerequisite condition that the judge finishes watching my memories. The judge is shocked, to say the least. "We'll have to crack your skull open in order to extract your memories. You'll be in a world of pain. Are you sure about that?" I nod in determination. But Bryce, on the other hand, looks alarmed. "I won't agree to that!"