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SYNOPSIS My mind and heart were all over the place as I stared straight into his blue grayish eyes, this time not looking away. “What do you want Liz?" I gulped, “you.” ~ Lizzy Greene, a popular actress and heiress to a multimillionaire company attends the 'royal' high school. School for the rich and high status. What happens when the new hot guy expected at her school is actually her neighbor next door? Noah King, a handsome, egoistic, hot bad boy transfers to a new school and state far from home only to find out that the popular actress was his neighbor next door. The both of them both have their scars and secrets. With all the secrets in the open, will they be able to become more than just neighbors? Find out in this story of love, betrayal, heartbreak, secrets and friendship. cover made by; @maramartha picture found on Pinterest. Model: Danielle Campbelle photo credit: Dusman Kardesler

Five years into my marriage to Dante Moretti, the Don of the Chicago Outfit, the entire underworld knew he loved me more than life itself. He’d had a violin—for me—tattooed right next to his family crest, a symbol of loyalty that could never be erased. Until I got the photo from his mistress. A cocktail waitress, sprawled naked in his arms, her skin marred by the dark bruises of rough sex. She had scrawled her name right next to the violin he’d gotten for me. And my husband had let her. "Dante says only being inside me makes him feel like a man anymore. You can’t even get him hard anymore, can you, sweet Alessia? Maybe it’s time to step aside." I didn't reply. I just made a single call. “I need a new identity. And a plane ticket out.”

Eyare gets married to the love of his life, Osagiede, shortly after completion of his university education. On the first day of their honeymoon in Ghana, he discovers his wife’s diary, and curiosity gets the better of him and he reads it. Therein, he finds out she married him as a measure to save face, a plan b, and a way out of her dilemma. Heart broken and torn between staying or breaking up with her, he comes to the decision of paying her back for all the hurt he’s feeling. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he is not able to carry out his plans, because he has fallen deeply in love with his own wife. Osagiede, meanwhile, gets reacquainted with her ex – Geoffrey. She decides to re-ignite a dalliance with him against the warnings of her best friend, Onari. Unbeknownst to her, she is being manipulated diabolically by him, and her best friend is in on it as well. Eyare is an heir to the throne in his hometown, but he is reluctant in ascending it. Forces from within will do everything in their power to try to stop him from being the next king. Question is, will they succeed? Plans will be made, negative acts will take place, and dangerous secrets will unfold. Through all this, love finally blossoms in Osagiede’s heart for her husband, but will their new-found love be enough to save them from the onslaught to come.

On the day I miscarried and suffered from haemorrhage, my husband posted a photo of a newborn’s tiny feet on his Instagram Story. The caption read: “Welcome, little angel. Daddy will always protect you.” With trembling hands, I called him. “The baby’s gone. Can you come to the hospital?” On the other end, I heard a baby crying, followed by the man’s impatient voice. “In that case, take good care of yourself. Louise just gave birth and needs someone to care for her. I can’t leave. “Besides, the dead shouldn’t compete with the living for affection. Got it?” He hung up right after. I broke down alone on the hospital bed, and when I finally wiped away my tears, I dialed the number of his sworn enemy, Levi Snow. “Marry me, and the entire Wright Corporation will be my dowry. All I want is for you to bring Finn Yeaton down. Do we have a deal?”

I sat at the table, watching the food grow cold, much like my heart. Today was my birthday. It was also Leslie Buck's birthday—Katherine White's childhood sweetheart. I unlocked my phone and opened Leslie's social media page. As expected, a new post awaited me. "Grateful to have you by my side for every birthday. Let's keep our promise to celebrate every one of them together in the future!" The photo showed two hands forming a heart in front of a cake. One of them was Katherine's. I could tell from the bracelet she wore. It was the one I had given her. I gave the post a like, then set my phone aside. Without hesitation, I dumped the dishes Katherine liked into the trash and went out to a restaurant to order the food I liked, celebrating my birthday alone. From now on, I would make sure to enjoy every birthday of mine.

Mariés depuis trois ans, son mari ne l'avait jamais touchée. Et pourtant, en pleine nuit, il s'était soulagé devant une photo de sa sœur. C'est en regardant par hasard son téléphone que Léna Fontaine avait compris : s'il l'avait épousée, ce n'était que pour se venger. Parce qu'elle était la véritable fille biologique, celle qui avait arraché à sa sœur sa place de l'héritière. Déçue et brisée, Léna était retournée vivre auprès de ses parents adoptifs. Mais elle ne s'était pas attendue à ce que Mathieu Delaunay devienne fou, la cherchant partout, désespérément.

Gerhana Putri Alam, sama sekali tidak menyangka kalau perseteruannya dengan seorang preman sangar, Tangguh Langit Ramadhan, akan berujung dengan saling jatuh cinta. Walaupun Tangguh selalu bersikap dingin dan acuh tak acuh padanya, tapi Gerhana yakin kalau sesungguhnya Tangguh mempunyai rasa yang sama. Hanya saja mungkin Tangguh merasa tidak cukup layak untuk memilikinya. "Saya tidak pernah mencintai kamu, wahai Putri Jendral. Kiamat pasti sudah dekat kalau seorang penjahat bersepakat dengan seorang aparat. Jangan terlalu sering menonton drama, wahai Putri Jendral. Dunia nyata tidak sekebetulan itu." -Tangguh Langit Ramadhan "Nggak cinta ya? Terus ngapain tiap malam Abang mandangin photo saya di ponsel? Karena Abang bilang nggak cinta, berarti Abang mau ngedukunin saya ya?" -Gerhana Putri Alam

My sister abruptly returns to the country on the day of my wedding. My parents, brother, and fiancé abandon me to pick her up at the airport. She shares a photo of them on her social media, bragging about how she's so loved. Meanwhile, all the calls I make are rejected. My fiancé is the only one who answers, but all he tells me is not to kick up a fuss. We can always have our wedding some other day. They turn me into a laughingstock on the day I've looked forward to all my life. Everyone points at me and laughs in my face. I calmly deal with everything before writing a new number in my journal—99. This is their 99th time disappointing me; I won't wish for them to love me anymore. I fill in a request to study abroad and pack my luggage. They think I've learned to be obedient, but I'm actually about to leave forever.

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

After four years of marriage, James Lawson, who had never posted anything on social media, unexpectedly updated his status: "What an adorable little foodie!" The attached photo showed a young woman wearing pink cat ears, eating at a Korean BBQ restaurant. Her cheeks were flushed red from the spicy food as she stuck out her tongue. It was Sophie Jones, a new content creator at his company. Within a minute, our mutual friend commented: "Dude, you forgot to switch accounts!" Just like that, James's new post disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, only to show up moments later on Sophie's feed. Then James's name lit up my phone screen. In the past, I would have already taken screenshots and called him first to confront him. It would have inevitably ended in a heated argument. But this time, I calmly watched his call go to voicemail without answering.