Pokemon Infinite Fusion Karma

My sister pushes her daughter at a murderer so she can win the prize in a photography competition. After this, she even uses the incident and my name to extort the victim to pay an astronomical sum as compensation. The victim stabs me to death in a fit of rage. When my son, who is brought up by me, learns the truth, he doesn't seek justice for me. Instead, he scatters my ashes in the sea and says, "My mother told me that I would've been the happiest child in the world if not for you taking the wrong child home back then." When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to when my daughter was five years old. I have a month until her death. This time, I'm going to protect my child to the best of my abilities. I won't bother about an ingrate anymore.

When my family went bankrupt, I was drugged and sent to the bed of my childhood sweetheart, Craig Kennedy. From that night, he brought women home every evening, tossing a divorce agreement in my face. "Beg me, and I won't leave you." He stood above me, watching as I humbled myself to dust, pleading to preserve our marriage. He even ordered me to kneel in his office and massage the feet of his secretary, Lucia Langston. On the day the Moore Group needed ten million to survive, she blocked all my desperate calls for help. I waited 24 hours, watching my family's legacy collapse and my parents take their lives. Craig, with Lucia at his side, entered the house and threw the signed divorce agreement at me again. "You wanted money to save your family, didn't you? Beg me, and as long as I don't divorce you, no one will touch them." But I signed it with calm despair. "Don't bother. We no longer need your help."

Je suis mariée depuis huit ans à un avocat, mais il a toujours refusé de révéler publiquement que j'étais sa femme. Pire encore, il a interdit à notre fille de l'appeler « Papa ». Il avait, à maintes reprises, sacrifié les moments précieux avec notre fille pour courir après son premier amour. Il avait même pardonné à cette femme d'avoir blessé notre enfant... Déçue et le cœur brisé, j'ai décidé de divorcer, de partir et de disparaître à jamais de sa vie avec ma fille. Mais lui, il s'accrochait désespérément à notre mariage, me traquant comme une bête enragée. Trop tard : cette fois, ni ma fille ni moi ne reviendrions en arrière.

Hubunganku, yang tidak direstui oleh Ibu dari suamiku. Ternyata, malah berdampak buruk, terhadap kehidupan rumah tanggaku. Aku, selalu dihina dan diremehkan oleh Ibu mertuaku. Bahkan, kata-kata pedas pun selalu keluar dari mulutnya. Ibu selalu membicarakan kejelekanku, kepada setiap orang. Bahkan, terkadang ia selalu melebih-lebihkannya. Sehingga, orang-orang selalu menilaiku, menantu tidak tahu diri. Selain Ibu, ada juga tetangga yang mulutnya selalu nyinyir, terhadapku. Dia selalu mencari celah buat menghinaku. Tetapi, semua penghinaan yang aku terima, baik dari Ibu mertua atau dari si tetangga. Berangsur menghilang, seiring berjalannya waktu. Karena, kini mereka tahu, kalau aku ini siapa, tanpa harus menunjukan siapa aku. Mau tau tentang kisahku ini, ayo cus baca! Jangan lupa subscribe, kasih komentar serta love di setiap babnya. Terima kasih.

Nasib si Bungsu. (Saat masa jaya orang tua telah habis). "Jadwal kontrol Bapak tiga hari lagi, kamu sudah dapat uang buat biaya rental mobil?" tanya Ibuku saat aku baru saja pulang. "Yusup usahain ya Bu, semoga ada rezekinya," jawabku. Sambil melepas jaket yang selalu menemaniku mencari rupiah. "Kalau gak ada ya udah, gak apa-apa. Paling Bapakmu teriak-teriak kalau lagi kumat karena obatnya habis!" ucap Ibu sambil berlalu pergi. Aku tahu Ibu pasti kecewa, lalu bagaimana lagi, aku sudah berusaha keras, dalam hati aku merasa gagal. Uang sebesar lima ratus ribu saja tidak mampu aku cari. Mungkin bagi orang lain tidak seberapa, tapi untukku yang hanya berprofesi sebagai ojek online uang lima ratus ribu sangatlah besar. Apalagi akhir-akhir ini orderan sangat sepi tidak seperti biasanya. Aku duduk termenung di atas sofa lusuh, mataku menatap tiga bingkai besar yang terpajang di dinding, foto ketiga Kakakku saat wisuda. Mereka terlihat sangat gagah dengan toga yang dipakainya

It all started when my sister made an offhand remark while sponsoring a poor student. She told him it was a coincidence that we were born on the same day, at the exact hour too. That comment made him convince himself that he was the real heir, that we were switched at birth. Soon after, he showed up with two thugs, kidnapped me, and planned to kill me to reclaim his life. I called my fiancée for help in desperation. Instead of saving me, she told me impatiently that I deserved to die for stealing his life. Her friend showed up to save me, but neither of us made it out alive after I was pushed into the river. I was back on the day when I was kidnapped when I opened my eyes again. When the poor student laughed and told me to pick someone to leave my last words to, I did not hesitate to call my sister. Their fates were sealed, with another chance at life, I would make sure to make them pay, and show them who the real heir was.

Karena anak dari wanita yang dia cintai terkurung di dalam mobil hingga dehirasi dan pingsan, dengan penuh amarah, ayah langsung mengikatku dan mengurungku di dalam bagasi mobil. Dengan wajah penuh kebencian, dia menatapku dengan tajam dan berkata, "Aku nggak punya anak sekejam kamu. Renungkan baik-baik kesalahanmu di sini." Aku memohon ampun dan mengakui kesalahan, hanya berharap ayah bisa melepaskanku. Namun, yang kudapatkan hanyalah perintah dinginnya. "Kecuali dia mati, nggak ada seorang pun yang boleh membebaskannya." Mobil itu terparkir di garasi. Tak peduli seberapa keras aku berteriak meminta tolong, tak seorang pun bisa mendengarnya. Tujuh hari kemudian, barulah dia teringat bahwa dirinya masih punya seorang putri. Ayah pun memutuskan untuk membebaskanku. Namun, dia tak tahu bahwa diriku sudah meninggal di dalam bagasi itu dan tak akan pernah bisa sadarkan diri lagi.

My adopted sister, Rebecca Lawson, steals the gift I painstakingly prepared for the Don and presents it at a family gathering. Everyone in the room is stunned. So, my parents turned what was supposed to be my engagement party into a celebration banquet for Rebecca. They sit together and raise their champagne glasses to toast her, while I collapse alone in the bathroom, hitting my head and bleeding out. After regaining some consciousness, I use all my strength to call them for help, but only the mafia's consigliere and my fiance—Yves Gilbert—answers my calls. "Tessa, why didn't you come to Rebecca's celebration? She felt hurt by your absence! I know you've always been jealous that she could easily gain everyone's affection, but it's what she deserves. "Quickly come over and apologize to Rebecca. Don't disappoint us any further." Yves hangs up the phone after saying that. I stare at the darkened phone screen with an unsightly smile. They don't know that the gift I have prepared for the Don is still a half-finished product and needs to be repaired. However, I don't have the time to tell them. Because I am about to die of illness.

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No momento da explosão no laboratório, meu namorado, Gustavo Sena, correu desesperado... Mas não até mim. Ele correu até Lívia Cardoso, que estava distante do centro da explosão, e a protegeu com o próprio corpo. Quando o barulho cessou, ele a levou imediatamente ao hospital, nos braços. Nem sequer olhou para mim, caída no chão, coberta de sangue. Aquela garota que ele criou e cuidou por dezoito anos preenchia completamente seu coração. Não havia mais espaço para mim. Meus colegas me levaram ao hospital. Sobrevivi por pouco. Depois de sair da UTI, com os olhos ainda inchados de tanto chorar, liguei para meu orientador: — Professor Luís, eu pensei bem e tomei uma decisão. Aceito ir com você para o projeto de pesquisa confidencial. Mesmo que a viagem seja em um mês, e eu não possa ter contato com ninguém por cinco anos... Está tudo bem. Em um mês, eu me casaria e realizaria um sonho que eu alimentava há muito tempo. Mas agora... Eu já não quero mais.