My Teacher My Lover

On the flight to Arlencia, a post popped up: [What's it like to have sex in a wedding dress?] The pic showed a girl yanking some guy's purple tie while he hiked up her gown. His face was blurred, but hers? Straight-up blissed out. Everyone in the comments was swooning over how in love they looked. I didn't swoon. I froze. Because that purple tie? I gave it to Zeke Santoro, my fiancé, a few days ago. And that wedding dress? The exact custom one he had made for me. There was only one. I kept zooming in, heart racing, until I spotted a family photo in the background. My hands were shaking when I called him. "I wanna see the dress," I said. He hesitated. "It's at the studio getting final touches. Not with me right now. I'll show it to you later." I just smiled and hung up. That was all I needed. Zeke cheated—and the girl? His stepsister, Jella. Total circus. I reopened the post and shot her a DM: [Your wedding dress is stunning. I have the same one.]

Francesca was sold to the mafia boss's son. She was supposed to marry the son, but ended up getting involved with the father... Faust just wanted to find a beautiful bride for his son, but ended up being attracted to Francesca. His irises were so blue, with hints of gray, but they didn't seem angry. Instead, he appeared amused. "You've got spirit. That's good. You'll need it, little one."

Susie has been tortured enough in her toxic marriage. After being killed by her husband during an argument but she ends up alive...but not with the same love. "I am just here for my son." Susie said as she returns back to the mansion that once broke her. Standing in front of the man who tried to end her life, now crippled. "Another chance?" Who knows!

My wife, Ivy Hart, is about to give birth to the baby she conceived with Toby Clayton, her first love. Her parents hire ten bodyguards to stand guard outside the delivery room. Cora Norris, Ivy's mother, takes Ivy's hand and remarks, "Don't worry, Ivy. We'll make sure he can't get within two feet of you! Your dad is standing guard outside with the bodyguards. If he dares to stop you from having the baby, we'll report him to the police!" Ivy nods, her complexion pale, but she instinctively looks toward the door anyway. She doesn't see why I can't be more understanding of her. All she wants to do is help Toby have a child to carry on his family name. The birth proceeds without me showing up to cause a scene. She smiles gladly when she sees the crying baby in the nurse's arms. She thinks to herself that if I visit her tomorrow, she is willing to forget all about our previous fights. She is even willing to let me be the baby's father. What she doesn't know is that I've already submitted my application to the Alliance of Nations. In seven days, I will be leaving the country to become a field doctor for the Frontline Medical Corp, a humanitarian organization. I won't be coming back ever again.

During a road trip with my girlfriend, we accidentally collided with a limousine. Just as we were joking about having to pay an outrageous sum in compensation, the owner stepped out of the car. He greeted us warmly, asked if we were hurt, and even insisted we didn't need to pay a dime. But that simple gesture sparked a huge misunderstanding in my girlfriend's mind. At the proposal ceremony, she flat-out rejected me, ran to the restroom, and called her best friend to vent. "They're both Vanders, but Josh is a penniless loser, and Alexander is the richest man in the city! "The fortune teller said my true love's surname is Vander. If that's the case, why can't it be the richest man instead of Josh? "I looked it up. That car owner is Alexander. And he didn't even want me to pay for rear-ending him. He must have fallen in love with me at first sight! "In love, there's no such thing as first come, first served. I won't accept Josh's proposal. I'm going to marry the richest man!" A shiver ran through me. My years of devotion to her had moved only me. What she didn't know was that the 'richest man' she was dreaming of marrying wasn't anyone else—he was my father.

Sabiana Zoreta was bought for fifteen million pesos. At the very young age of twenty, she was being bid in an elite club. She was taken there to be sold and included in an auction. Kidnapped at the age of three by her father from her wealthy stepdad, she later questioned why he would sell her when she grew up. Could a father really sell his own child? For her father, the answer was yes. She was raised to be a commodity, but the man who bought her didn’t want her for just one night. He wanted her to be his lover—Lennox Montebello, a member of the underground organization, dirty, dangerous and dark.

“Since this is also what we should talk about then we can do this now.” Liam brought out the divorce papers from the car with his signature on it. “Let’s end this, I will compensate you and explain things to Grandpa.” “I don’t need your compensation, I just need to know one thing, did you marry me just to get what you needed from Grandpa, was I a tool you used in the past and now you wish to get rid of me because I am no more needed? Tell me, Liam.” Gina asked in tears. “Gina, I don’t have much to say, yes you are right, Grandpa won’t will what was mine as the heir and he froze my account, you were vulnerable and I was desperate so I took the chances with you, to me, our marriage is just an agreement and I never told you I had feelings for you and that’s all since I am the one who breaks the condition, I know this will be an unfair situation for you so don’t worry about the compensation, grandpa will understand.” What kind of a man is Liam? Why didn't she believe the rumours years ago that he was a cold beast that doesn't have feelings for anyone, she slapped him hard on the face saying, “I hate you.” Gina signed the divorce paper and left him but after seven years she encountered her ex-husband, he was more possessive and wanted her back by all means and he was ready to get rid of any obstacle that would stop him from getting his ex-wife and his beautiful quintuplets back to his life but will Gina allow it?

No touching. No questions. No falling in love. That was the contract to marry the cold, unreachable billionaire heir and pretend I don’t exist. I needed the money, so I signed. But nothing could have prepared me for the truth. He was someone I used to know He’s my long-lost brother! He doesn’t remember me. And he’s everything the rumors warned me about: ruthless, distant, and untouchable. I should run. But how do you walk away from the only family you've ever loved… even when he no longer loves you back?

แค่แฟนเก่า ถ้าดีจริงจะกลายเป็นของเก่าได้ยังไง “มึงนี่สร้างเรื่องเซอร์ไพรส์ได้เก่งมาก” “ไหนว่าโค้ชลงสนามเองไม่มีทางแพ้” “มันแพ้ตั้งแต่ยังไม่เริ่มลงเลย” . . . “ไม่คิดเลยว่าตั้งแต่เลิกกันจะตกต่ำถึงขนาดต้องเป็นเด็กเสี่ย” “...” “หรือตอนนั้นก็เป็นเด็กเสี่ยแล้วเหรอวะ ของแบรนด์เนมถึงได้ไม่เคยขาด” “ระหว่างเราตอนนี้เป็นแค่แฟนเก่า จำเป็นต้องรู้ด้วยเหรอ”

Despite dreaming of attending university all my life, I ended up stuck in my farming village. I married my brother-in-law and became my nephew’s stepmother. This all happened because my sister died trying to make money for my tuition fees on the day my results came out. I thought I had failed to secure a place at university and stopped thinking about higher education out of guilt. I married my brother-in-law according to my sister’s wishes. To pay for my sins, I raised my nephew and treated him like my own son. I made money and tutored him so that he could get into Northside University. In the end, I developed late-stage cancer. Before dying, I attended my nephew’s celebration, but he publicly accused me of being a homewrecker while my husband agreed that I had seduced him. They brought out my sister, dead for eighteen years, and made me apologize to her. It was then that I found out she had faked her death and used my university admission letter to finish her study. She had become a university lecturer after tricking me into taking care of her family. Outraged, I had a cerebral hemorrhage. When I woke up, I found I had gone back to the day my sister faked her death.