Rainbow Live Pretty Rhythm

I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”

Rainbow Daniels : raised by her father and step mother who treats her like trash, unfortunately for her,she looks like the lady the popular Masked billionaire had been looking for,she was sold out by.. Tyler Peters : the Masked billionaire himself who holds a grudge on Rainbow for committing an offence which she claims she knows nothing about. Rainbow Hart's : Rainbow Daniels lookalike but comes from a very rich family and has her wayward lifestyle. Wilson Ray : Rainbow Hart's cousin and boss. Rainbow Daniels was sold out by who? To who? What happens when Tyler finds out he has the wrong person? Why do the two namesake look alike?

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

After my parents get divorced, my twin brother, Archer Sullivan, chooses one parent to live with. I choose to be with Mom. After the divorce, Mom's mood is at an all-time low. She gambles away all of the money we have, and she begins bringing various men home the moment she runs out of money. I have to move into a dark and damp apartment with Mom afterward. Lewd sounds keep drifting from her room every now and then. Every day, I have to secretly take on part-time work in order to earn my living expenses, on top of going to school. Life is very harsh and bitter for me. That is, until Archer, whom I haven't kept in touch with for a very long time, sends me a link to a streaming website. "Tap on the link, Adam. It's a surprise for you." I tap on the link, only to realize that the livestream that's on top of the trending list features… me? It's a livestream with a split-screen function. One screen shows me finishing my homework under the dim light in a cheap apartment. The other screen shows my parents cuddling with Archer happily while seated on a luxurious couch in a villa. "Let's see what sort of differences there will be between a pair of twins that are raised differently till they're 18 years old!" "I suppose the older twin doesn't realize that his parents never got divorced, and that his family is actually very rich! Both parents are still living happily together. Even his younger brother is living a great life." "That poor twin, though! He's living a very difficult life without three hot meals a day! Isn't this considered abuse?" "Well, that older twin is more understanding and obedient, isn't he? That's why his parents chose to make him suffer in life."

Ich war genau auf eine einzige Party in meiner neuen, wohlhabenden Nachbarschaft gegangen. Danach verklagte mich meine Nachbarin Brenda. Vor Gericht hielt sie ihre Tochter Tiffany im Arm – voller blauer Flecken, gezeichnet und übel zugerichtet. Sie beschuldigte meinen Sohn, sie vergewaltigt zu haben. Mitten in der Anhörung zog Tiffany ihren Kragen herunter. Rote Striemen legten sich wie ein Ring um ihren Hals. „Er hat versucht, mir die Hose runterzureißen“, schluchzte sie. „Er wollte sich an mir vergreifen. Ich habe mich gewehrt. Also hat er mich geschlagen. Er hat mein Gesicht ruiniert!“ Draußen vor dem Gerichtsgebäude hielten Demonstranten Schilder hoch und beschimpften meinen Sohn als Abschaum – ein verzogenes, reiches Bengel. Im Internet ging ein gephotoshoptes Trauerbild von mir viral. Darunter stand: Die unfähige Mutter soll zusammen mit ihrem Sohn sterben. Der Aktienkurs meines Unternehmens stürzte ab. Aber ich saß einfach nur da. Steinern. Ausdruckslos. Dann verlangte ich, dass man meinen Sohn Cooper hereinbringen solle. Die Türen des Gerichtssaals öffneten sich. Cooper trat ein. Alle erstarrten.

To get their hands on money so that my younger brother can get married and buy a house, my parents take me to the family tribunal. They show up in ragged clothes, accusing me of being ungrateful and heartless toward my own family. If I'm found guilty, I will be sentenced to life imprisonment. All my assets will go to my parents and my brother. But if I'm not guilty, they will suffer the full backlash instead. I sit on the stand wearing a trendy designer dress and holding a limited-edition handbag. My face full of disdain, I say, "They can sue me all they want! I'd rather die than financially support them!" The court attendees are outraged and start condemning me one after another. But the moment the trial light lights up, everyone freezes in shock.

Satu malam mabuk di bar mengubah hidup Valerie selamanya. Pria asing yang menghabiskan malam bersamanya ternyata adalah Diego Oliver Stanford—bos barunya di kantor. Valerie berusaha menjauh, tetapi Diego justru semakin terobsesi. Hubungan terlarang itu terus menyeret mereka ke dalam skandal, rahasia, dan bahaya, terlebih saat status Diego sebagai pria beristri tak lagi bisa disembunyikan. Ketika cinta, obsesi, dan kekuasaan saling berbenturan, Valerie harus memilih: bertahan dalam jerat Diego atau pergi sebelum segalanya menghancurkannya.

After being reborn, the very first thing I do is schedule a hysterectomy. In my past life, my boyfriend's first love started a livestream channel to build her image as a brilliant OB-GYN. The moment she saw me vomiting, she deliberately claimed on livestream that I was pregnant. Right then and there, my boyfriend insisted that he had never even slept with me. I tried to explain, but she handed me medication to help sustain the pregnancy. She even told me to take care of myself and take them on time. Viewers made fun of my boyfriend, saying I had cheated on him. Furious, he broke up with me. Later, my personal information leaked, and countless men began harassing me for hookups. I couldn't take it anymore and jumped to my death. Meanwhile, his first love rode the fame wave of her brilliant OB-GYN persona, gaining followers and being idolized by her fans. But this time, I don't even have a uterus. Let's see how she plans to fake a pregnancy scandal now.

My mom, a wealthy philanthropist who donated millions, only allowed me to spend a single dollar on each meal. Even the cheapest dish at school costs two bucks. To survive, I had no choice but to eat my classmate’s leftovers every day. When Mom found out, she didn’t show any sympathy. In fact, she came to school and, in front of all the students, slammed a plate onto my head. “Pathetic little thing! I’m not stopping you from eating, so why are you begging? “The school meals are expensive? Then why don’t you work hard and save up?” Out of anger, I took Mom to court. If I won, she would go to prison for abusing me. If I lost, I would be executed completely. I was confident… Who would’ve thought Mom would win?

My parents' enemy kidnaps me and livestreams chopping off my fingers just to force them to show up. For a time, the entire Internet searches for my parents. But what they don't know is that the captain who appeared in the livestream is my biological father. At that moment, he's on a beach in Hashford, setting off magnificent fireworks for his adopted daughter. And on their barbecue table, the livestream of my fingers being severed is playing. Later on, when I survive long enough to be rescued, I reach out my mangled hand to touch my parents. They recoil in disgust and leave without looking back, taking the adopted daughter out for Wersole food. But they don't know that the thing hidden within my mangled palm will make them regret their actions beyond measure.