Miss Right

Billionaire supermodel Revekah Rustova moves in the shadows of fame, hiding her identity from cameras and threats that won’t stop chasing her. She ends up hiring Lucien Darwin, a sharp-tongued assistant who challenges her authority instead of submitting to it. Their arguments spark an intense, dangerous chemistry neither of them can fully control. And as the tension rises, so does the danger closing in on Revekah’s world. But why does Lucien seem to know more than he admits? Why is he so determined to protect her? And how long can they fight each other before one of them breaks—and their secrets explode?

The day after she asked for a divorce, she signed the paperwork agreeing to a ten million settlement and disappeared. After she went missing, everything started unraveling. News broke that she was pregnant with twins. Rumors spread that the father might be someone else. Then investigators uncovered suspicious overseas transfers linked to her. Had everything she ever did for him been a lie? The young CEO, once her privileged golden boy husband, now just wants one thing. He wishes he could go back to the days when they were still married and undo every mistake he made.

เรื่องราวของรุ่นพี่รุ่นน้องคณะเดียวกันที่บังเอิญได้รู้จักกันจากการตามหาพี่รหัส โฮปรุ่นพี่ขี้เก๊กหน้าเหวี่ยงและดูดุสุดๆที่จู่ๆต้องมาเป็นพี่รหัสให้รุ่นน้องคนนึงแทนเพื่อนตัวเอง แล้วดันไปตกหลุมรักรุ่นน้อง

Yvonne Xander had three of her ribs broken before she finally managed to escape from the mental asylum. After she escaped, the first thing she did was to sign the agreement to donate her body after her death. “Miss Xander, we must let you know that this is a special donation. Your body will be used to test a new chemical reagent. By then, there might be nothing of you left.” Yvonne pressed down on her aching chest. Her broken ribs made her voice sound like a broken ventilator. With great difficulty, she grimaced. “Just what I want.”

He thought she was just like other student who want to have sex with her but he's not right Ayla Hernandez is just a innocent girl He will always catch her stealing some glances at him She's shy He always stare at her until he did not realize he was captivated by her She like him

He thought she was just like other student who want to have sex with her but he's not right Ayla Hernandez is just a innocent girl He will always catch her stealing some glances at him she's shy He always stare at her until she did not realize she was captivated by her She like him

A brother's LOVE knows no BOUNDARIES. They said FIRST LOVE never dies. But what might happen when two brothers FALL IN LOVE with their first love? Is BLOOD thicker than WATER? Or it goes the other way around? Ethan and Aiden Parker were brothers who fell in love with the same girl at the right place at the wrong time. Their first love and first mate. One is willing to bend rules to get the love of his life while the other is willing to sacrifice everything in the name of love. Let the battle begin!

My name is Isabella Wright. In my fifth year of marriage to the Don of a powerful mafia family, I find out that the protection charm he gave me causes me headaches whenever I bring it with me. I take out the sachet I find in the charm and bring it to Cursley Hospital. The doctor inspects the sachet and tells me that it contains a type of slow-acting poison that doesn't just cause harm to the victim's body but also renders them infertile after a while. I cry and exclaim, "But that's impossible! My husband gave this to me! His name is Vincenzo Cursley. He's also the person who owns this hospital!" The doctor looks at me in confusion. "Miss, I think you need to visit the psychiatrist. I know Mr. Cursley and his wife. They're very close and intimate with each other. Also, Mrs. Cursley just gave birth to a baby boy not too long ago. They're both now in the VIP ward, looking at their baby." Then, the doctor shows me a photo on his phone. Vincenzo was wearing his usual black suit with the Cursley family emblem embroidered on it. He was holding a baby in his arms, and as for the woman standing next to him… I know her. Her name is Claudia Henderson. And Vincenzo has always referred to her as his adoptive sister.

I was the stand-in who looked most like my husband's first love. He put me through countless plastic surgeries, both major and minor ones, until I became her exact likeness. But then, she came back from the dead. All it took was her saying, "I don't like anyone looking like me," and he sent me right back to the operating table once more. I begged him, telling him that my body couldn't handle it anymore. Alas, he only looked at me with irritation. "Seeing that cheap imitation of her face just disgusts me," he sneered. "No matter how close you come, you'll never be her." In the end, I died on that operating table. Yet, he went mad, trying desperately to recall what I once looked like.

The day I went into labor with the twins, I bribed the family doctor to shoot me up with every heavy-duty suppressant he could get his hands on. Anything to stall the birth. Why? Because in my last life, Vincent—my husband, the Don—claimed to have a low sperm count. To guarantee an heir, he lined up ten mistresses and told the whole house: whoever popped out a son first, her kid would be the next Corleone Don. He promised if I delivered first, he'd ditch the others. Said our baby would inherit the throne. I bought every word. When I found out I was carrying twins, I couldn't stop shaking—I thought I'd won. But after I gave birth, he tossed me and the babies into the freezing wine cellar and locked the place down. "Lucy came from nothing. I just wanted to give her kid a name. You started rumors, pushed her into despair, and now she's dead—her and the baby. You're vile. Not fit to be the Don's wife. Think about what you've done. I'll open the door in three days." Then he had the butler seal it shut. What he didn't know? That night, the cellar caught fire. Me and my babies? Burned alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back—right before labor. This time, I'm not staying. Soon as I deliver and get back on my feet, I'm taking my kids and disappearing for good.