Pov Em Terceira Pessoa

I'm the second child of the family. Because of that, I'm also the one everyone neglects by nature. The birthdays of my older brother, Joe Thompson, and my younger sister, Lyra Thompson, are jotted down on the calendar by my parents. But they always fail to remember my own birthday. Joe and Lyra often have new clothes to wear, whereas my parents keep forgetting to buy new clothes for me. Heck, Joe and Lyra often receive holiday gifts! Meanwhile, my parents never bother giving me anything during the holidays. In fact, when we're traveling back to our hometown, my parents end up ditching me at a deserted highway rest stop when the temperature is extremely low…

Tara terbangun di ranjang pria yang tak seharusnya, dengan ingatan yang kabur dan kenyataan yang mengerikan: ia dituduh hamil oleh keluarga sendiri. Dipojokkan, dihina, bahkan ditampar oleh ayahnya, Tara tahu—ada rahasia besar yang disembunyikan, dan ia dijadikan kambing hitamnya. Ketika cinta, pengkhianatan, dan kehormatan bertabrakan, Tara harus memilih: tunduk pada tekanan... atau melawan segalanya demi kebenaran.

Isla Navarro never belonged in the glittering world of the rich, but a job at Hale International Hotels changes everything. Fierce and outspoken, she has no patience for entitled men — especially not Sebastian Hale, the ruthless billionaire CEO who rules New York’s hospitality empire, which has expanded to Asian countries. From the moment they meet, sparks fly. He calls her trouble. She calls him arrogant. But when a dangerous corporate rival puts Isla in danger, Sebastian offers her a deal: “Stay close to me, and I’ll keep you safe.” What starts as protection turns into something neither of them planned — nights tangled in silk sheets, stolen touches in shadowed hallways, and a connection that threatens to shatter his iron control. In a world where power is currency and trust is rare, Isla must decide — is she just another move in his game, or the one woman who can bring the tycoon to his knees?

On the Goldman heir's wedding day, I take a small bite out of a piece of cake because I am hungry from waiting too long at the ceremony. But my fiancee, Sheryl Wilson, slaps me in the face immediately. "You really are shameless! How could you eat in an occasion like this?" Dazed from the slap, I look at the other guests, who are staring at us at the moment. Having tasted copper in my mouth, I turn on my heel and approach the heir with a plate in my hands. "The cake's pretty delicious. Do you want a slice?" Sheryl started to panic. She's about to drag me away when the groom of the wedding takes a small bite out of the same slice. He remarks coolly, "It really is tasty. I'll have my men prepare 100 slices of cake for the woman who slapped you just now."

After my breakup, my best friend encouraged me to join a cycling club. I quickly came to realize that this was no ordinary cycling group. To my shock, I stumbled upon my friend, caught up in a moment on her bike, doing something that went far beyond anything I'd anticipated. Surprisingly, instead of running away, a thrill of anticipation flickered within me. Because, truthfully… I'd been waiting for a moment like this for a long time.

At the year-end company meeting, I was announcing the bonuses when a new employee suddenly raised her hand. "Over at the other company, they handed out two boxes of imported cherries at their annual party," she said, shaking her phone. "And we only get performance bonuses?" The video, maliciously edited, went viral online and hit the trending list the very next day. I had the finance department cancel all the year-end bonus transfers. "If cherries are what really count as a gesture of goodwill," I said, "then this year's year-end benefit will be cherries—fifty boxes per person." When they saw the mountain of cherries piling up before them, the employees who had once joined in mocking me panicked instantly. One by one, they cried and apologized, begging me to reconsider.

The project I had poured my heart and soul into earned the company over a hundred million in profit, yet the credit was handed to the vice president's nephew. I stood in a corner, the stack of source code documents trembling in my hands, nearly crushed by my grip. That nephew—who couldn't even get Hello World to compile—was now on stage, smiling brightly as he accepted the award. The vice president came over and draped an arm around my shoulder like we were old friends. "You're just an outsourced worker," he said casually. "These honors wouldn't mean anything to you anyway. Jason is new. He's got limitless potential. From now on, you'll be responsible for mentoring him properly." Only then did I realize that decades of struggle had been nothing more than laying out a red carpet for someone else's glory. That very night, while reviewing the project's code repository, I discovered a massive flaw—one serious enough to bring the entire system crashing down within three days.

Upon my returning from the special ops mission I took on three years ago, I open the door to see my fiancee, Erica Lewis, pregnant and holding a child. "This is your son," she declares as she passes the kid to me. I freeze in shock. My parents chuckle and explain, "You were gone for so long. Erica had to carry on the family name without you, so your older brother decided to help you with it. Isn't that great?" Just like that, I'm forced to be the officiant at the wedding ceremony I spent the last three years eagerly anticipating. I'm expected to stand beside Erica and my brother, Alex Sherman, to watch them exchange wedding rings and to see them kiss each other passionately. They have lied to all our friends and family, claiming that I couldn't have children. They humiliate me in public. They've also spent all of my savings and moved into the villa I bought using the monetary reward I got from the army after completing a deadly mission. Erica and Alex even lie on the bed I'd picked out myself and take intimate photos of themselves to send to me. "Don't be so sensitive. We're just helping you carry on the family name. Our kids are going to call you dad anyway." I give up. "Don't bother. It's over between us, Erica." After that, I call the army on the phone.

Betrayed, humiliated, and discarded, Serena had always thought that she had nothing left to lose. Married to a man that she once adored, Alexander Calloway, she endured years of neglect and emotional torture, while she watched his childhood sweetheart, Pristine , play the innocent victim and get all the love. When Serena is asked to sign the divorce papers, she is left with nothing but a broken heart, and a hunger for revenge. She finally signs it, while Alexander realizes too late that the woman he so easily discarded was the one he should have fought for. But when fate brings them back together, Serena is no longer the weak, submissive wife, she’s a woman that is determined to make him pay for what he did to her. Will Alexander win back the love he destroyed, or will Serena’s revenge consume them?

Minha filha estava gravemente doente e precisava urgentemente de uma enorme quantia para o tratamento. Meu marido simplesmente desistiu de salvá-la, virando as costas para nós e se entregando a um romance tórrido com sua primeira paixão, Francisca Esteves. No auge do meu desespero, meu primeiro amor, Bernardo Barros, depositou cinco milhões na minha conta e permaneceu ao meu lado, cuidando da minha filha com dedicação. Mas, no final, ela não conseguiu escapar das garras da morte. Seis anos se passaram. Eu, Carla Vargas e Bernardo tivemos nosso próprio filho. Fui sozinha ao hospital para um exame pré-natal quando, sem querer, ouvi uma conversa entre Bernardo e o médico: — Diretor Barros, o senhor e a Sra. Vargas já têm um filho agora. E se o que aconteceu no passado for descoberto? — Naquela época, a Francisca estava em estado crítico. Usei alguns meios para transplantar o coração da criança para a Francisca porque era inevitável. Além do mais, agora que a Carla está grávida novamente, ela deveria deixar o passado para trás. Só então eu entendi: o diagnóstico da minha filha foi errado de propósito. O coração dela foi roubado por Bernardo para ser transplantado em Francisca.