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Aria comes home expecting to make things right with her longtime boyfriend but instead she gets into the wedding arrangements of her stepsister- the groom being her ex. A single agonizing night brings her into the hands of a stranger and she wakes up hoping that she will forget all. Until she goes to a job interview and discovers that the CEO is the man she slept with. Damon. Her uncle, an older and powerful person and the ex of her boyfriend. He hires her. He wants her. And he will not allow her to walk away. Their clandestine office affair becomes a scandal that everybody is talking about. Aria attempts to be tough, yet her family is attempting to manipulate her, Damon does not want to give up, and her past is ready to destroy everything. She begins to trust him just in time to be betrayed by the missing ex of Damon which also happens to look like Aria. The truth breaks her. The pregnancy, the heartbreak, the loss, the sickness... she believes that her story is finished. Until Damon returns to her life in a manner that she could never imagine- taking everything to rescue her. Now Aria has to choose whether she can love the man who replaced her once... or leave before she is hurt again. A Christmas wedding. A stolen company. The second opportunity that she did not expect. And one last turn that alters all.

Rindu itu apa? Sungguh, bila Seila harus ditanyakan soal itu, dia tak akan pernah bisa menjawab. Rindu terlalu rumit untuknya, hingga dia harus mengingat kembali apa yang telah terjadi belakangan ini. Peristiwa dia hampir diperkosa menjadi awal pertemuan dia bersama Aksara. Kejadian ditinggalkan ke luar negeri menjadi akhir untuk kebersamaan mereka. Tidak ada yang tahu. Benar, tidak ada yang tahu. Ini takdir. Takdir yang membuat Seila mendapat kebahagiaan lalu terperosok jatuh dan sulit untuk bangkit. Berusaha melupakan tetapi tidak bisa melupakan. Bagaimana ia melewati masa-masa sulit itu? Apa bisa dia hidup dengan tenang?

What if time was running out? but love wasn't? In a world where moments matter. love in the present is a beautiful exploration of love, loss, and living in the 'now'. Dive into the captivating story of Jackie Leigh Villamor and Aireshi Takahashi as they uncovers the true meaning of love and living in the present.

There is a Past and then there is a Present. What should be our choice? To go along with the Past, feeling the familiarity of it or to go along with the Present, wishing for something new and hoping it to be amazing? With Past, we already know what to expect and know that it will not hurt the same if something goes wrong again. With Present, we don’t know what to expect and also feel that it may hurt even more than ever. So, should we let go of the past or ignore the present? With all these confusing and unanswerable questions there are a few people who are ready to tell you their story. This is the story of one among such people who has a tough but again, not so tough choice to take between past and present. Hope whatever choice that person takes will be near to perfect one, or at least far away from worst.

"There's a foreign object lodged in the patient's lower region. Due to the unique circumstances, we need the patient's next of kin to sign the consent form for an extraction procedure." My body stiffens when I see the name on the consent form. "I'm Renee Becker's next of kin." It's Liam Cassidy who says that. He's the first love of my wife, Renee Becker, who has been away for a month, claiming she's off on a business trip. Liam doesn't recognize me. He takes the pen and signs the consent form. In the section to mark his relationship to the patient, he writes the word "husband". After passing the pen back to me, he grips my hand tightly and beseeches me, "Doctor, you must do everything you can to help her. She's carrying my baby." As I wrench my hand back from him, my wedding ring slips off and falls onto the floor.

Deux inconnus dans un ascenseur en panne, entre deux étages d'un hôtel anonyme. Lui, les mains encore marquées par un récent accident. Elle, les lèvres teintées du rouge à lèvres qu'elle vient d'effacer nerveusement. Pas de noms. Pas d'histoires. Seulement l'espace exigu qui rétrécit à chaque expiration. L'électricité statique qui fait crépiter la laine. Un regard accroché à un poignet, une veine qui bat sous la peau fine. La chaleur devient palpable, suffocante. La première parole est un juron étouffé. Le premier contact n'est pas une main, mais un souffle contre une tempe. L'étreinte qui suit est une affaire de survie, une tentative désespérée de prouver qu'ils sont encore vivants face à l'étreinte de fer qui les emprisonne. C'est brutal, urgent, sans fioriture. Le cuir de sa ceinture laisse une marque sur sa hanche. L'agrafe de son collier lui griffe la nuque. Dans l'obscurité intermittente des lampes de secours, ils se dévorent. Chaque baiser est une question sans réponse, chaque morsure une ponctuation. Ils extirpent l'un de l'autre des gémissements qu'ils ne se connaissaient pas, des peurs qu'ils n'avouaient pas. Ils sont à la fois le remède et le poison, l'oxygène et la privation. Quand les lumières se rallument et que l'ascenseur repart avec un grondement sourd, ils se séparent comme on se scarifie. Aucune promesse. Juste l'odeur de l'autre sur la peau, indélébile. Elle sort à son étage, il descend au rez-de-chaussée. Leurs vies respectives les attendent, inchangées en apparence. Mais quelque chose a cédé. Quelque chose a brûlé. Et chacun, dans son silence, porte désormais la mémoire brûlante de cette chute libre partagée, de cet instant parfaitement égoïste et absolu où ils n'ont été que chair, pulsion et vérité crue.

Ils s’aiment comme on se noie : sans retenue, sans air, sachant que chaque vague les rapproche du fond. Leurs jours sont des nuits blanches, leurs caresses des batailles, leurs silences des aveux trop lourds. Puis un matin, sans un mot, elle part. Non par lassitude, mais par lucidité. Certains incendies sont trop beaux pour devenir des cendres. Elle emporte l’incendie entier dans sa poitrine. Une cicatrice à vif qui, désormais, éclaire toutes ses nuits. L’amour passe. L’intensité, elle, demeure.

Li XingYue was a workaholic person whose priorities were to live free and independent, but her mom was determined to see her daughter getting married. Hoping that her daughter will successfully settle down with her lovely husband, XingYue’s mom wouldn’t take “no” as an answer. Unable to convince her mom to let her live freely, she had no choice but to do as her mom wished. Or did she? She signed a deal to reject each other on the wedding point with her soon-to-be husband, Xi song, a well-known surgeon. Despite the planning, they get tied together by the ever-tightening strings of fate, where XingYue and Xi Song find themselves drawing closer, despite their best efforts. Engaged in a never-ending battle of wits, fighting against the ties that bind them, but how long will they be able to resist the inevitable? Will they get divorced, or cupid will finally unite the duo?

He is born with no idea how to love others. The darkness and cruelty in his bones is his irreparable personality. But one day, God pitied him and planned to give a blooming moon to him. And there is a ray of light in his life from then on named 'ALDEN' But Destiny played with this poor man and he lost his love but now he is back after 4 years to take what belongs to him. "If there is an angel in the world, it must be like you", Kang DENNIS This is a boys love Story with mature content. Thank you ShineeSunshine ️

When we get too much involved in the act of pretending, we lose the idea of knowing the pretense of others. Isn't that how it works? We don't know the acts we do thinking good for the others even to the extent of hurting them to save them from major hurt will cause them to go through much more than we can think of. Sometimes it is not too late to correct the pretenses but sometimes it is late to amend them. Let's see whether it is too late or just in time.