No More Mr Nice Guy

Three years into my marriage with Shawn, I found out I was pregnant. I nervously but joyfully prepared to surprise him with the news. Yet what I received was the news of Shawn’s accidental death. Devastated by the blow, I miscarried the child and killed myself in despair. However, after death, I saw him drinking and mocking me with his rowdy friends. “Samantha is so dumb. I can’t believe she really fell for that prank. Does she really think I’d be fooled by her? I’m not an idiot like her. What, she’s pregnant? If she was going to make up something to fool me, she should have at least made it more believable.” But our child really was gone, and I had really died.

Setiap ada pertemuan selalu ada perpisahan dan di setiap terjadi perpisahan, semua orang berharap bisa bertemu dengan hal yang lebih baik lagi. Meliana Sekar Dewi, keputusan menikah diusia muda dengan pria yang ia cintai berakhir dengan kisah pahit, tiga tahun pernikahannya berlalu dan dia tidak kunjung hamil. Natan-suami Meliana memutuskan untuk menikah kembali dan sesuai dengan janji keduanya, Meliana memilih untuk mundur daripada berbagi suami, gelar janda kini ia sandang. Arga Pradipta, dia teman lama sekaligus cinta monyet Meliana. Pernikahannya bersama sang istri juga tidak berumur panjang karena penyakit kronis itu merenggut nyawa Nia-istri Arga dalam waktu yang singkat, sampai detik ini dia tidak kunjung bisa melupakan Nia, bahkan dia hapus niat untuk menikah lagi. Suatu hari Meliana dan Arga dipertemukan kembali, tanpa ada yang berencana ataupun berharap, keduanya pun bersikap acuh seolah tidak pernah mengenal satu sama lain. Apa takdir akan menyatukan mereka dan membuat cinta monyet itu menjadi nyata?

In high school, Ivy Monroe was the quiet nerd no one noticed—except when they were laughing at her. And Liam Calloway? He led the laughter. Now Ivy’s all grown up—famous, flawless, and filthy rich. She’s the CEO of her own luxury fashion brand, and she’s never looked back... until her father drops a bomb, “You’re getting married. To him.” That’s right. Liam freaking Calloway. The arrogant golden boy who once humiliated her in front of the entire school is now the heir to a crumbling empire. And the only way to save both their families is to tie the knot. Ivy agrees, but with rules. No touching. No feelings. And definitely no falling in love. But Liam isn’t the same boy from high school. He’s hotter, cockier, and way too determined to make their fake marriage feel a little too real. Let the games begin. Because this time, she’s the one holding the power. And he has no idea what he’s up against.

On New Year's Eve, I waited at home with a box of sparklers, hoping Jake Thompson would come. Instead, an earthquake struck. Trapped under fallen debris, I prayed for his safety. Little did I know, Jake was putting on a grand fireworks display across the city for his high school sweetheart who had just returned from abroad. The whole town buzzed with excitement, wishing them a lifetime of happiness together. Meanwhile, I had lost my hearing in the disaster, with no hope of recovery. When I tried to break off our engagement and leave town, Jake stood before me, his eyes red-rimmed and pleading. I couldn't understand a word he said. I simply wished him, “May you always have a day like today, year after year.”

When I saw Vincent Carson again, he was now the formidable head of the Carson Corporation with a net worth of tens of millions. By his side was a young, promising screenwriter. Meanwhile, I dragged myself out of the basement, crippled and in a pitiful state. With a condescending tone, Vincent asked, "Three years ago, you sabotaged Irene's chance to win that award. Do you regret it now? If you wish to remain my wife, you must apologize to Irene first." At the same time, the system's voice sounded in my mind, 'Host, are you ready to go home?' I nodded silently. A look of satisfaction washed over Vincent's face as he stepped forward to embrace me. However, in the blink of an eye, I began to vanish right before his eyes. Subsequently, I heard he lost his sanity.

ทิซเหนือ - วาริน “อยากมีเงินใช้มั้ย ?” ถ้าผมถูกใจใคร ผมก็จะไม่ลังเลที่จะชักจูงผู้หญิงพวกนั้นด้วยเงิน อย่างที่ผมกำลังยื่นข้อเสนอให้กับผู้หญิงตรงหน้า “…คะ ?” ท่าทางซื้อบื้อของเธอดูจะไม่เข้าใจที่ผมพูดสักเท่าไหร่ ผมลุกขึ้นจากเก้าอี้ แล้วเดินเข้าไปใกล้ๆ กับผู้หญิงตรงหน้า ก่อนจะใช้มือโอบเอวเธอเอาไว้แบบหลวมๆ “คะ คุณทิสเหนือคะ” เธอดูจะตกใจมากพอสมควร รีบผลักผมให้ออกห่าง แต่ผมยังคงโอบเอวเธอไว้อยู่ “เรียกฉันว่า คุณเหนือ” “ฉันสามารถให้เงินเธอใช้ได้ไม่ขาดมือ สนใจมั้ยหื้ม…” ผมก้มหน้าลงสูดกลิ่นความหอมตรงซอกคอของเธอ โตขนาดนี้แล้วยังใช้แป้งเด็ก น่าตลกสิ้นดี! “ระ ริน แค่มาฝึกงานค่ะ ไม่ได้ต้องการแบบที่คุณเหนือว่า” เธอปฏิเสธอย่างไม่ใยดีข้อเสนอของผม “เธอไม่สนใจ ?” “มะ ไม่ค่ะ รินขอตัวก่อนนะคะ” เธอดันมือผมที่โอบเอวเธออยู่ออก จากนั้นก็รีบเดินออกไปจากห้องทันที ดูเหมือนว่าเธอจะเป็นผู้หญิงคนแรกที่ปฏิเสธผมซะด้วยสิ มันยิ่งทำให้ผมรู้สึกอยากได้เธอมาอยู่ในกำมือ อวดเก่งดีนัก!

Ibinigay ni Keziah Quinn Palmer ang kanyang puri sa isang estrangherong lalaking nakilala niya sa bar—isang hakbang na dulot ng galit at tampo niya sa kanyang mga magulang matapos siyang ipagkasundo sa anak ng kasosyo nila sa negosyo. Ngunit ang galit niya ay lalo pang nadagdagan nang makilala niya si Cael Xandros Lozano, ang lalaking ipinagkasundo sa kanya. Sa kabila ng kanyang matinding pagkasuklam, hindi siya tinantanan ni Cael, determinado itong mapalapit sa kanyang puso. Paano kung malaman ni Keziah na ang estrangherong nakasama niya sa gabing iyon ay si Cael din? Magbabago kaya ang kanyang damdamin, o mananatili siyang nakakulong sa galit at pagtanggi habang buhay?

My husband and I spend 50 loving years together. On the day of our golden wedding anniversary, someone pushes me down a flight of stairs. As I drift in and out of consciousness, I miraculously regain my hearing. I lost it in the process of saving my husband when we were younger. I hear my husband say to my son, "You shouldn't have dirtied your hands." "How long more are you going to put up with her, Dad? Calista doesn't have much longer to wait." My husband sighs heavily. After a moment, I feel someone remove my oxygen tube. I descend into boundless darkness. When I open my eyes again, I've been taken back to the 80s—before I married my husband. The only difference is that I can hear this time.

I had moved out of our house, but my boyfriend—the one I had given up everything to run away with—had no idea. Neither did his possessive younger brother, the one who used to knock on my door calling for me. My boyfriend's first love had taken up all their attention. They no longer listened when I played the piano. They even forgot about my cat fur allergy and brought that woman's cat home. My boyfriend, Ian Blake, had snapped, "If anyone's leaving, it's you. There's no way Eva's cat is going anywhere." His brother, Sebastian, had said, "Sienna, Eva is my girlfriend. How could I give up her cat for you?" When I woke up in the hospital after going into anaphylactic shock from my allergy, I decided to leave them. Back home, I made my first call to my mother. "Mom, I'm ready to accept the arranged marriage."

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.