Lucky Cake

Five years ago, my junior made a mistake in the experiment, resulting in an explosion in the lab. In an effort to save my childhood friend, Andrew, I suffered severe burns to one side of my face and was falsely accused as the culprit. Just like that, I became the target of everyone's anger. Only Andrew stood by me, promising, "I love you for who you are, not your appearance. I'll always be there to protect you." But on our wedding day, he vanished without a trace. My mother, suffering from heart disease and barely clinging to life, wanted to see Andrew. When I asked him to come, he replied impatiently, "Are you using such a lame excuse to meet me? Don't you have any shame? Every time I look at your face, I feel disgusting." I pleaded desperately, but he calmly hung up. "Do you think I'm your servant? You can't just summon me whenever you want. Just because you saved me once doesn't mean you can blackmail me for life." My mother died without peace. The junior who slandered me back then later posted a photo on social media, showing a man lifting her effortlessly. Their poses were intimate, highlighting the underlying affection. Her captions read: [It's all his fault for tiring me out during the day. I almost missed out on this beautiful ocean. When you're in love, all is clear to see. I mentioned wanting to go to Belmar Island, and he flew me around the world for it.] I was utterly heartbroken, so I texted him: [Let's break up…]

เมีย (ร้าย) ของลูคัส เมื่อเขาที่เป็นถึงประธานบริษัท แต่กลับต้องมาว้าวุ่นใจเพราะเด็กสาวตัวแสบ ที่จ้องแต่จะมาอ่อนเขาทุกวิถีทาง เพื่อรักษาภาพพจน์น่าเคารพไว้เขาจึงไม่แสดงอาการอะไรออกมา แต่ในใจนั้นกลับร้อนรุ่มแทบจะอยู่ไม่สุข งานนี้ใครคือเหยื่อที่กำลังจะถูกขย้ำกันแน่!!! จีนี่//ถ้าพี่ลูคัสไม่รับรักจีสักทีจีจะไม่ทนแล้วนะ จีไปมีแฟนแล้ว!! ลูคัส // เด็กดื้อ!! ใครอนุญาติให้มีแฟน ไหนบอกอยากมีพี่เป็นผัวไม่ใช่หรือไง คำเตือน มีคำหยาบคาย มีการกระทำที่ไม่สมควรลอกเลียนแบบ มีการบรรยายฉากร่วมเพศ มีเนื้อหารุนแรง sex no senser ควรใช้วิจารณญานในการอ่าน

When Flora's marriage goes down the drain and gets divorced and banished, she leaves the pack, devastated. She swears to make those who wronged her pay. She comes across Alpha Leo who shares the same goal as her. A contract marriage in exchange of his help to make Valen and Bailey pay. Alpha Leo keeps a secret from her, a secret that threatens to tear them apart when Flora finds out. A second chance mate and her ex-husband who wants her back, who will she choose?

On the day the privileged heiress, Olivia Cruz, and I register our marriage, she leaves me and Mom stranded on a deserted road before running off to her childhood sweetheart, Brad McCoy. Rage triggers Mom's cardiac arrest, so I call Olivia in anxiety, begging her to come back and save Mom. But she just says a cold line before ending the call, "Not this again. Every time I have to step away, your mom suddenly has heart pain. Your family sure knows how to put on a show, huh?" With that, Mom misses her chance at rescue and dies. That night, a mutual friend posts online. "Growing up together is a whole different kind of bond!" The post shows Olivia perched on Brad's lap with his hand resting on her waist. It's the perfect picture of intimacy that leaves little to the imagination. I expressionlessly tap on the like button before typing my comment. "Is this what you meant by 'something important'?" The friend sneers. "Relax, it's just a game of Truth or Dare. I can't believe you're taking it so seriously." Olivia doesn't even bother to explain, but when I walk away without a word, she finally panics.

As the year ended and payday finally arrived, my salary still hadn't hit my bank account. I headed straight to the finance department to sort it out, but Sarah Thompson dismissed me impatiently. "You picked up those coupons last week, didn't you? The ones for "Spend 2,000, save 1,000". You got ten of them, adding up to $10,000. Your salary is $8,000, and that extra $2,000 is a perk." I stared at her, stunned. No one had said a word about this when the coupons were handed out. Worse, they could only be redeemed at our boss's supermarket, where commodities were ridiculously marked up. Items that cost $19.99 at a regular supermarket went for $49.99 there, more than double the price. It dawned on me that the boss was just shuffling money from one pocket to another, which meant I had been basically working for free. I shoved the coupons back at her. "I don't want these. Just deposit the cash into my bank account." Michael Wright walked over with a frown. "What's all the yelling? We gave you an extra $2,000, and you are not even grateful? You're stirring up trouble for nothing. You'd spend your salary on stuff anyway. We're just making it convenient." My voice rose, shaking with fury. "What you're doing is illegal!" He laughed, cold and scornful. "Then sue me. I manage things here. You think I'd be scared by a minor employee like you?" Right then, my phone buzzed with a text notification: [Lisa Matthews, congratulations on securing the Enforcement Officer position at the tax bureau.]

On the seventh year after we moved overseas, my 13-year-old daughter, Anna Jackman, is hailed as the internationally renowned piano prodigy. No matter how difficult the song is, Anna is capable of weaving beautiful melodies with it. But there's only one song that Anna refuses to play. It's a seemingly ordinary lullaby. She's worried that she might end up forgiving that despicable man again once she plays it on the piano. So, when said man, Micah Jackman, turns up on our doorstep with a piano that's handcrafted by a master craftsman and asks Anna to play him the lullaby, she just shakes her head calmly in return. "I don't know how to play that song, sir." Micah's eyes redden immediately. He grabs Anna's hand and navigates it to the piano keys. "That's impossible! Aren't you a piano prodigy, Anna? Haven't you always wanted to have a piano of your own? I've already bought you your own piano this time! From now on, if you have any wishes, you should tell me, and I'll grant them for you." Anna draws back her right hand coldly. "It's fine, sir. I can earn my own money to buy my own piano. You should take the piano back to your daughter." Micah feels as though his heart has plunged into the abyss. He immediately pulls Anna into his arms. "What are you talking about, Anna? You're my only daughter!" But Anna looks a little puzzled. "Didn't you say that Ms. Sinclair's daughter is the only one worthy of becoming your child? Didn't you give the piano you promised for me to Ms. Sinclair's daughter?" Having reached that point, Anna just smiles nonchalantly at Micah. "It's fine, sir. Since you like Ms. Sinclair, you can just raise her daughter. I'm already content enough with Mom by my side."

“หึ น่ารักแบบนี้ระวังจะได้คลานขึ้นเตียงนะขนมของเฮีย” จะทำยังไงเมื่อ ภาคิน หนุ่มหล่อเจ้าของกิจการห้างสรรพสินค้ารายใหญ่ของประเทศ ขณะที่มีอายุเพียง15ปี แต่เขาดันถูกคลุมถุงชนจากครอบครัว ซึ่งให้หมั้นหมายกับเด็กสาวที่อยู่ในครรภ์ ซึ่งหมายความว่ากว่าเด็กนั่นจะลืมตามาดูโลก กว่าจะบรรลุนิติภาวะ เขาก็กลายเป็นตาลุงวัย35แล้วน่ะสิ !!!!

Adarra Aurelia Kurnia, perempuan muda yang baru saja lulus sekolah menengah atas harus rela dijadikan tumbal keluarganya untuk menikahi dengan orang yang tak dikenalnya menggantikan sang kakak. Bagaimanakah dia akan menjalani pernikahannya? Akankah cinta hadir dalam rumah tangganya nanti?

What happens when people suddenly starts to die? A new case has just began. Nessa is your average detective in New York city, and her Number 1 goal is to bring all criminals to book. He is just recently transferred and he is made her new assistant . He is Ezekiel . The question is who is the killer?

On the day of the SAT exam, my girlfriend’s childhood friend, Benedict Casper, forgot his admission ticket at home. She insisted on retrieving it for him, but I begged her not to go. In the end, Benedict missed his final chance for taking the exam and, overwhelmed by despair, he jumped to his death. Years later, my girlfriend, Ella Simpson, and I graduated from Whitmore Institute of Technology, landed high-paying jobs, and built a picture-perfect marriage. But on the anniversary of Benedict’s death, she stabbed me repeatedly, her voice trembling with rage, “You killed him. If I’d gotten his admission ticket, he would’ve never jumped.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the exams. Ella’s frantic voice rang in my ears, “I have to go back, Dominic. I need to get Benedict’s ticket!” This time, I smiled and said, “Go ahead. Be careful on the way.”