Mikasa Ackerman X Male Reader

It was the day Jessica Goldenfold got the International Wealth Club Charity Award. My doctor pronounced me dead, for I could not afford the artificial heart needed for my survival. The show's host asked Jessica to call the one whom she had the most regret about. She called my number. I picked it up. She asked, "Do you ever regret leaving me for money?" I stared at the obscene bill for the artificial heart. Then, I chuckled. "You're a rich girl, Jessica. How about a loan of 30 grand?" She killed the call. I watched her telling everyone in front of the cameras, "No more regrets." She had no idea at all. She had no idea that I was the one who gave my heart to her when she had heart failure. I did it behind her back.

Before the company Ruby Lane and I built finally landed a multimillion-dollar funding, she had agreed that we would get married once the deal closed. But when I rushed to the celebration party that night, I saw Ruby kissing the investor, Jack Hunter, in front of everyone. Then, she proudly held up their marriage certificate. Jack took the microphone and said, "To prove I'm serious, I didn't just invest money into the company, I gave myself too! My wife will lead this company to even greater heights!" My colleagues all looked at me, expecting me to cause a scene. Instead, all I did was smile as I clapped. "That's great news! I wish both of you a happy life from now on and hope that the company goes public soon!" The entire room went into an uproar. After the party, Ruby pulled me aside to explain what happened. "Jack throws money at this project like it's nothing to him. He just wants to know what marriage feels like, that's all. Did you really have to act that childishly just now? "Once the company goes public, I'll divorce him. Then, I'll make it up to you by doubling the amount of shares you'll get. You can see the big picture, right?" I smiled and stepped back. "Don't bother. The share price would have crashed. We're done, Ruby."

Evonne Shannon was a poor student mother sponsored. She was also the crush I had been courting for a long time. Wanting to allow her to shine, I gave up my place in the piano competition for her. However, she glared at me with disdain for deciding this on my own. She then instantly turned around and handed the registration form to her boyfriend, Angelo Zambrano, and said, "Ange, only you deserve this competition." Evonne liked sports cars, so I begged my mother to buy her a limited-edition McLaren supercar. But in return, Evonne mocked me and called me shallow. "Don't think I'll accept you just because I'm accepting the car, Chase Shannon. You've never understood me." With my help, Evonne got to put on a facade of a mysterious billionaire's daughter. But the moment she got money from me, she turned around and went on a romantic getaway with Angelo. I thought of Evonne as my everything and even asked my mother to arrange for her to join the family company. Within half a year, she was promoted to a core team member. She then conspired with Angelo to drain the company dry and even forced me to my death. "What else can you do besides insult me with money and a materialistic lifestyle, Chase? You're the most disgusting obstacle on my path to success. Only when you're dead can I marry Ange," she declared. I was heartbroken when I heard this, and that was when Evonne pushed me off the sidewalk and into traffic. Immediately after that incident, I was reincarnated to the day I bought Evonne a piano. She was glaring at me with disdain. "If you don't want to buy it, just say so. There's no need to humiliate me like this." I let out a dismissive scoff. "Am I the one who's humiliating you, or are you the shameless one? You beg for food but complain that it's cold. You're worse than those stray dogs on the streets. At least they show gratitude after getting scraps."

My wife, Jana Webster, uses her work at the company as an excuse to skip out on Leah Haynes, our daughter's field day. She even tells us not to participate in the activity. Having noticed how disappointed Leah looks, I decide to take her to the field day myself. As soon as we walk into the school, I spot Jana sitting on the couch located on the stage with her first love, Barton Ritter, as well as his son, Trenton Ritter. They look so close, as though they were an actual family of three. With a microphone in her hand, Jana goes on and on about how she's capable of keeping her family happy while maintaining a successful career. As she speaks, she smiles at Barton from time to time. The audience beneath the stage applauds heartily, giving Jana an ego boost. Even Trenton wears a haughty look. Soon, it's time for the Q&A session. I quickly snatch the microphone over. "Ms. Webster, since when do you have a son? Does your husband know about it?"

To Willa Fowler, I'm not her husband, but rather, a non-performing asset that awaits her handling. When I fall sick and ask her for help, she grows impatient with me. "This is a low-tier problem that you should be dealing with on your own. There's no need to report to me about it." When I burst into tears from an emotional breakdown, she berates me, "If you lose control of your emotions, you'll just show everyone else the vulnerability in our alliance. Next time, I'll have the PR team teach you how to manage your emotions." Even when I call her for help after getting into a car crash, she doesn't hesitate to hang up on me. "Everything concerning you isn't important enough for me to suspend the hundred-billion-dollar transaction I'm performing right now." I spend seven days in the ICU getting my life saved afterward. On the first day of getting home, I witness Willa bending down to gently coax another young man into taking his medication. She opens her mouth in an attempt to explain the situation to me. But I just chuckle bitterly before handing over the paperwork I've already prepared in advance to her. This time, I sound exactly like her. "Ms. Fowler, regarding our marriage project, after a comprehension evaluation, the return on the investment is deemed too low. Therefore, I'd like to officially propose a termination on this project. "This is the divorce agreement. Please leave your signature here."

“จำเอาไว้ ฉันไม่เคยเอาใครซ้ำ และไม่คิดจะสานต่อกับใคร” เธอถูกวางยาและร้องขอให้เขาช่วย ส่วนเขาก็แค่อยากหาที่ระบาย แต่หลังจากได้ลิ้มลองก็ดันติดใจ จึงยื่นข้อเสนอให้เธอมาเป็นเด็กเลี้ยง “หนูต้องเป็นเด็กเลี้ยงของคุณนานเท่าไหร่ แล้วถ้าวันไหนคุณเบื่อ คุณก็จะเขี่ยหนูทิ้งใช่ไหมคะ” “ฉันยังไม่ได้คิดเรื่องนั้น แต่มีสิ่งเดียวที่เธอควรรู้เอาไว้ ว่ามาแต่ตัวได้ แต่อย่าเอาใจลงมาผูกติดกับความสัมพันธ์นี้” แต่ทว่าความใกล้ชิดกลับทำให้หัวใจสั่นไหว เธอโสด และคิดว่าเขาไม่มีคนรัก เลยลองเสี่ยงทั้งที่รู้ว่ามันไม่ควร สุดท้ายก็พบกับความผิดหวัง และเขาก็ไม่ยินยอมที่จะปล่อยให้เธอเป็นอิสระ ----- นิยายเรื่องนี้ จัดอยู่ในเซต "ตระกูล เดอคามีย์" มีด้วยกันทั้งหมด 3 เรื่องนะคะ สนุก ครบรส ไม่มีนอกกายนอกใจ 1. แค่เด็กเลี้ยงของมาคัส (มาคัสxพระพาย) รุ่นพ่อแม่ 2. อ่อยรักพี่พัตเตอร์ (พัตเตอร์xไอติม) ลูกชาย 3. สัมพันธ์ลับของมายู (โปรดxมายู) ลูกสาว

เมื่อจับได้ว่าแฟนนอกกายนอกใจ อย่าคิดว่าจะได้เห็น “มายู” ลูกสาวของมาเฟียผู้ทรงอิทธิพลในแถบภาคเหนือ นอนร้องไห้คร่ำครวญเพราะเสียดายผู้ชายเลว ๆ คนหนึ่งที่ตัดออกไปจากชีวิต เธอตอบรับคำชวนของเพื่อน พากันไปเที่ยวสถานบันเทิงแห่งหนึ่ง และได้พบกับ “โปรด” หนุ่มหล่อเจ้าของบาร์โฮสต์ ที่สวมรอยเป็นหนุ่มโฮสต์ตัวท็อปปรากฏตัวอยู่บนเวที ด้วยความอยากเอาชนะผู้หญิงที่เป็นมือที่สาม ซึ่งทำให้ความรักของเธอจบลง มายูจึงยกมือขึ้นประมูลดริงค์ และเป็นฝ่ายชนะไปในที่สุด เธอได้รับคำเชิญจากโปรดให้ขึ้นไปนั่งดื่มด้วยกันที่ห้องวีวีไอพี และเกิดความสัมพันธ์อันเร่าร้อนกันที่นั่น ทว่าพอตื่นขึ้นมาเขากลับพบเพียงห้องที่ว่างเปล่า ไร้คนนอนอยู่ข้างกาย ทิ้งไว้เพียงร่องรอยของความสุขอันวาบหวาม และเงินหนึ่งพันบาทไว้ให้ดูต่างหน้า ----- นิยายเรื่องนี้ จัดอยู่ในเซต "ตระกูล เดอคามีย์" มีด้วยกันทั้งหมด 3 เรื่องนะคะ สนุก ครบรส ไม่มีนอกกายนอกใจ 1. แค่เด็กเลี้ยงของมาคัส (มาคัสxพระพาย) รุ่นพ่อแม่ 2. อ่อยรักพี่พัตเตอร์ (พัตเตอร์xไอติม) น้องชายฝาแฝดของมายู 3. สัมพันธ์ลับของมายู (โปรดxมายู)

Days before my wedding, I received a video of my fiancee, Alice Moore, being violated against her will. By the time I find her, she's covered in bruises, her body bare. She wails as she punches me in the chest, demanding to know why I didn't come to her sooner. She says her life has been ruined. As I hold her close, I make her a promise, saying that I would never scorn her. I even promise to give her 10% of my company shares as a wedding gift, hoping that it will put her at ease. Everyone says I've lost my mind for going to such lengths for a woman who has been sullied by another man. But then, I end up overhearing Alice giggling away with her friend in the bathroom. "That fool actually believed me and thought I'd been abducted. Cole and I went at it for three days in a row. I had the best time of my life! Oh, well. Since I can't marry Cole, my only option is to let him be the first man I take to bed before I get married." Miranda exclaims in shock, "What if Luke finds out about it? Aren't you afraid of that happening?" "He's a complete idiot. He even promised to give me his company shares as a wedding gift!" Alice retorted derisively. "There's no way he'd find out about this. I'm only marrying him because his family is one of the richest in the city. Otherwise, you couldn't even pay me to date him. Who would want a guy as boring as him?" I remain frozen outside the bathroom, feeling like I'd just taken a plunge into icy water. So be it, then. The wedding ceremony will proceed as scheduled, but I'll have to make some adjustments as to who the bride will be.

For the hundredth time, my dad hints at us that he really wants to become a grandfather during New Year Eve's dinner. Lydia Cooper, my wife who has insisted on living a childless life for the past decade, just smiles before placing more food on his plate. After dinner, she ducks out to the balcony and murmurs into her phone, "Be good, now. Mommy will visit you a few days later." I can feel my blood running cold in my veins as I stand in the living room with a glass of water. As I approach Lydia, I do my best to keep my voice light and teasing. "I just heard you say the word 'mommy.' Do you have an illegitimate child out there somewhere?" Lydia rubs her nose, her tone now awkward. "You might be hearing things. It was just my friend's child…" My heart plunges into my stomach pit at her words. I've been in love with Lydia for ten years. It's only natural that I know how she acts whenever she's lying.

Five years ago, I lost my memory in a car accident. Eira Jones had claimed she was my beloved. She saved me, cared for me, and we naturally got married. For five years, I managed every aspect of our home for her. As I tended to her every need with unwavering devotion, I was convinced I was the happiest husband in the world. But as I was about to tidy up the study, I overheard Eira and her childhood sweetheart talking. “Eira, these past five years, Vedran Clarus has been utterly devoted to you. He just hasn’t chewed your food for you! I’m getting jealous.” Eira kissed his cheek affectionately. “Silly boy, those chores are his responsibility. I’d never let you do them.” Furious, I burst through the door and accused Reed Harris of being a shameless homewrecker. But to my shock, he showed his marriage certificate to Eira. He declared that I was the third wheel in their relationship. As we shoved each other about, my head slammed into the bookshelf, and my memories returned. Apparently, I was the sole heir to the city’s wealthiest, the Grant family. I watched as Eira ranted accusations at me, and the fair-faced, pretty boy in her arms feigned hurt. I turned and dialed my childhood sweetheart’s number. “Elena Gibson, your fiance is being bullied!”