Mom Caught Me

On the first day of every month, my mom will give me my allowance based on the number of times I had checked in with her last month. "You'll receive 20 dollars for greeting your parents once in the morning and once in the evening. But last month, you only hit ten days' worth of quota, so you can only receive 200 dollars. This also means your 300-dollar punctuality fee will be deducted as well. "After adding on 150 dollars for your basic necessities, you shall receive only 350 dollars for this month's allowance. Remember to write a reflection report on your lack of punctuality later. I'll only transfer you the money if your report is acceptable." I become so overwhelmed by anxiety that my voice starts trembling. "I was busy with my finals last month, Mom! I had to line up outside the library at 5:00 am every day just so I could secure myself a seat! That's why I couldn't call you in time!" In a choked-up tone, I plead to my mom, "I need 600 dollars for the train ticket all the way home during the holidays! 350 dollars really isn't enough for me! Mom, can you please—" But my mom cuts me off firmly, "The allowance system is something that I've specifically designed for you so that I can help you get rid of the bad habit of wanting to receive everything without putting in hard work! Why can't you just understand that I'm doing this for your own good?" After that, she ends the call mercilessly. Just as I'm filled with despair and helplessness, a blond appears before my eyes. He's willing to buy my train ticket for me, but in return, I need to leave with him.

For three agonizing years, my mother struggled with kidney failure. Finally, after all the waiting and the constant dialysis, she was next in line for a transplant. Hope seemed so close. But then, my husband, Zachary Levi, an esteemed nephrology professor, did the unforgivable. He surreptitiously gave his lover's mother the kidney that was intended for my mother. He said almost dismissively, "Ella's mother couldn't wait any longer. Your mother's been on dialysis for so long, she's not going to die anytime soon." Later, my mother passed away. I called Zachary one final time. Yet, it was a woman who answered. "Margaret, right? Zachary's in the shower. Is there something you need?" I stared at my mother's smile on the gravestone, and an overwhelming emptiness spread through me. "It's nothing. Just wanted to talk about the divorce."

He saw her bruises and vowed to become her war. Tessa was born to be a Luna. Instead, she became a prisoner. Silenced. Claimed by a Beta who uses pain as punishment. Forgotten by a pack that never wanted her. Tessa has learned to survive by becoming invisible - until he arrives. Dorian is an Alpha from a rival pack. Ruthless. Untouchable. And the second he lays eyes on her, he knows what she is. His. He doesn’t care about her forced bond. Doesn’t care that claiming her could start a war. Because to save her, he’s ready to burn the world. Even if she’s too broken to believe she’s worth saving.

On the day Vanessa turned seventeen, she saw her mate making out with another woman. Alexander, her mate, hated Vanessa so he wanted to reject her but was rejected instead.

Fajar, pria yang memiliki perusahaan teknologi dihadapkan pada kenyataan jika dirinya memiliki kepribadian ganda. Mariska, kekasih Fajar tidak mengetahui apa yang terjadi pada dirinya, hanya satu orang yang mengetahuinya, Indira. Seringnya Fajar dan Indira bersama membuat mereka memiliki perasaan berbeda. Bukan hanya Fajar yang menyukai Indira, tapi 2 kepribadiannya yang lain juga menyukai Indira dibandingkan Mariska. Akankah Fajar sembuh dengan bantuan Indira? Bagaimana dengan percintaannya dengan Marissa? Siapa yang akan Fajar dan hatinya pilih?

I married my vampire husband ten years ago and gave him a half-blood heir, abandoning my career as a painter to become a full-time mother. Fortunately, my son inherited my talent. At just six years old, he held his first solo art exhibition, inspired by the theme "My Mother." But he never let me attend, and he never let me see his paintings. My husband said my presence would make Luke nervous---that I should stay home and do the housework as a good wife and mother, and wait for them to come back. I told myself he was just young and didn't know better, that he was only pushing back against my discipline, not truly rejecting me. Until the day I snuck into the gallery wearing a surgical mask pulled low. In the center of the crowd, my husband held our son's hand while tenderly pulling a woman in a red dress into his arms. He turned to the guests and announced: "This is Luke's mother---my wife." The three of them stood together, beaming with perfect happiness. And I---the one who'd stayed up all night setting up this exhibition---stood before the paintings while not a single person recognized me. That was when I finally understood. My seemingly gentle, caring vampire husband had long ago given our son a replacement mother. And I was nothing more than the human nanny who'd served her purpose by producing an heir.

After going bankrupt, I do the unthinkable for my gravely ill younger brother, Ricky Ashford, and climb into the bed of Damien Blackwood, the notorious mafia boss. When his smoldering gaze sweeps over my shirtless body, I stay perfectly still. The reason is that I'm afraid to set off this infamous man in front of me. However, the next instant, his lips are everywhere on my skin, and the night dissolves into a wild, reckless blur. For three years, I endure every torment in his bed. Thoughts of escape and even suicide cross my mind, but the fact that my brother is fighting for his life in the ICU keeps me going. One day, I accidentally overhear him speaking with his childhood friend, Chloe Sterling. "How long do you plan to toy with your enemy's daughter? You're not falling for her, are you?" "Don't be absurd." "And what about her sickly brother?" "He died long ago." The last thread holding me together snaps. Now, there is no reason left to live. As I prepare to end my life by burning charcoal, tears well up in his eyes as he pleads for me not to leave.

Aria Quinn has spent years hiding from a truth that nearly destroyed her one night, one death, one secret. Now, with a new name and a second chance, she’s clawed her way into New York City’s elite creative scene. Her latest project? Rebranding the crown jewel of Vale Corp, a global empire ruled by wealth, ruthlessness, and the one man she never saw coming. Cassian Vale is a billionaire heir with ice in his veins and a legacy he never asked for. Groomed to protect the family name at all costs, Cassian has buried every emotion, every weakness until Aria storms into his world and ignites a fire he’s no longer able to contain. As they fall into a relationship fueled by lust, obsession, and need, Aria and Cassian begin unraveling each other’s secrets. But their connection is more than forbidden it’s dangerous. Because the more Cassian investigates his family’s past, the more he realizes Aria was never a coincidence. She’s the key to everything. And someone will do anything to silence her… even if it means killing them both. In a city of shadows, seduction, and power, love isn’t safe. It’s a war. And only one of them might survive it.

Tiara McKenzie lives two lives. By day, she’s the glamorous heiress of a billion-dollar empire and a rising fashion icon. By night, she’s something much darker, a trained assassin for Irenic, a covert organization tasked with eliminating the country’s most dangerous threats. Her next mission? Lead the takedown of the Montreal Syndicate — a mafia group buried deep within the country’s political veins. But when her path crosses with Elijah Rivero, the cold, manipulative CEO with secrets bloodier than his designer suits, everything unravels. He’s the man she hates. The man she desires. The man connected to something she was sent to destroy. When love feels like war, and trust could get you killed, will you sacrifice the mission? Or yourself?

Claire Shaw, my wife of 27 years and I had already fallen out of love with each other. Having picked up on that fact, our children, Jason and Monica Bennett, started giving me advice. "Dad, you and Mom are still relatively young. You two deserve to continue pursuing the lives you want." "That's right, Dad. You can't just force a marriage to go on. We support you in getting a divorce." With Jason and Monica's support, Claire and I soon got divorced. Monica took it upon herself to introduce another woman to me. Soon, I began a new relationship. But when I was about to get married, Claire took me to court and accused me of cheating on her while we were still married. Jason and Monica showed up at the court trial as witnesses as well. They proved that I had indeed cheated on Claire in our marriage. I couldn't defend myself at all. In the end, I was forced to give up everything I owned. My new girlfriend, Linda Calcraft, and I were heavily targeted by the entire Internet. "Hey, old geezer! Just how shameless are you to look for a mistress when you're already dying?" "You're already old enough to become a grandfather, and yet you're still filing for a divorce? You and that mistress are better off together!" Some extremists strapped me and Linda to the bed. They dumped gasoline all over us before setting us on fire, leading to our deaths. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Jason and Monica try to convince me to get a divorce.