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Si Alex ang batang master ng pinakamayamang pamilya sa buong mundo, ang lalaking gustong pakasalan ng maraming prinsesa. Gayunpaman, mas masahol pa sa katulong ang trato ng bayaw niya sa kanya.

Andrew Lloyd supported Christina Stevens for years and allowed her to achieve her dream. She had the money and status, even becoming the renowed female CEO in the city. Yet, on the day that marked the most important day for her company, Christina heartlessly broke their engagement, dismissing Andrew for being too ordinary.  Knowing his worth, Andrew walked away without a trace of regret. While everyone thought he was a failure, little did they know… As the old leaders stepped down, new ones would emerge. However, only one would truly rise above all!

My girlfriend keeps saying that she comes from a poor family, but she gives her childhood sweetheart a yacht on our anniversary. I text her to ask about this, but all she does is berate me. "Who do you think you are? How dare you stick your nose into my business! I'll give anyone whatever I want. My money, my call. Get lost!" Unbeknownst to her, I'm covered in blood on the other end of the line.

"Sexy mayaman, maganda ngunit ang pag-uugali ay hindi akma sa mukhang meron siya." Yan ang madalas marinig ng isang heredera ngunit binalewala lamang niya ito. Siya si Yanna Al Saud ang nag-iisang anak ng isa sa pinakamayaman sa kanilang bansa. Bata pa lamang siya ay naghangad na ito ng pagmamahal. Preso ang turing niya sa kanyang sarili dahil sa sobrang paghihigpit nang kaniyang ama. Tanging ang mga kasambahay lamang nila ang kasama niya sa kanilang bahay kaya nangako ito sa sariling hahanapin niya ang kaniyang ina. Mahahanap kaya niya ang pagmamahal na inaasam niya sa oras na lumabas siya sa palasyong tinitirhan niya? Hahanapin din kaya siya nang kanyang ama na si Don Ahmad? Paano niya haharapin ang buhay sa lugar na ni minsan hindi pa narating ng kanyang mga paa? Magkakaroon kaya nang saysay ang pakikipagsapalaran niya?

I worked for a restaurant, and our boss loved making empty promises about giving us restaurant shares. The boss said we would start with zero shares, but we could earn 0.01% for every two hours of overtime, covering someone else’s work or saving the restaurant 1,000 bucks. I suggested she write this down in an official document and have someone track it properly. She just smiled and told everyone to work harder. She never actually put it in writing. The experienced staff did not believe her, but one prep cook took it seriously. At the end of the year, he went to the boss to claim his shares. The boss said, “Sorry, the head chef told me there’s no official document, so it doesn’t count. You can’t claim any shares.” The prep cook worked hard all year and got nothing for it, so he took his anger out on me. The day before I was going home for the New Year, he killed me with a knife. “If you hadn’t said it doesn’t count without an official document, this whole restaurant would’ve been mine!” I lay in a pool of blood. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day the boss first made those empty promises.

After I bought my new home outright, my relatives organized a housewarming party to celebrate. During dinner, my nephew Leo suddenly said, “You’re just a spinster living alone in a huge apartment. What do you need all that space for? I happen to be getting married soon. That’s a huge deal. You should transfer the place to me. I’ll even cover the transfer fee.” I was stunned. “Are you out of your mind?” His mother Linda said, “How can you be so ungrateful? Him using your place for his newlywed life is doing you a favor. It’ll bring you good luck! Other people would jump at the chance!” The son and mother were united against me. “Anyway, tomorrow’s a great day. Grab the property deed and come with us to transfer ownership!” I rejected them without hesitation and called them crazy. Who knew they would get so furious that they would storm into my brand-new apartment and go on a rampage, smashing everything in sight. They even said smugly, “We need to show you our family doesn’t get pushed around! Go ahead and call the police! What proof do you even have that it was us?” What they did not know was that I had installed surveillance cameras on the day I moved in.

Always knew I didn't belong in this world. Wasn't made for me. But I'll never forget those who BETRAYED ME, and those who never FAILED MY TRUST. - " You play games, I play tricks." - CIERRA RAVEN FIOR " a.k.a "Agent. Freyah Knoxville -

Harry at long last quit singing when he saw the lady remaining before him, and the band additionally quit playing. He thought it was only one of his admirers or fans. He took a gander at the smashed lady who lacked the ability to stand up still. She was wearing a free dark shirt and pants, her hair was long, white skin and with a basic wonder. She even ventured nearer to him prior to talking. "Hello you! I know you, that such face misleading ladies!" said Arosh uproariously. "What? “Harry asked in shock. "You attractive men continuously carry bogus desire to ladies, then when they experience passionate feelings for you, you will leave! You are so terrible! You are bold!" Arosh yelled irately. "Come on Arosh" Fanky yelled, as she attempted to hold Arosh by the arm, yet Arosh went wild. "No, I will seek retribution on this moron!"

Mike a cheerful, energetic, and passionate guy is all set to start his new job in the new city. But he never expected to be in a toxic culture surrounded by manipulative plastics, Rude Boss and Catherine-His first Love. But did she love him back? He realized sooner the relationship means nothing but will he be able to get out of it? He needed someone who can understand him and mend his broken heart. He found Mary. But will Catherine let Mike go away so easily? will Mary be able to heal Mike's wound? Does Catherine love Mike? This story will depict many shocking moments, anger, betrayal, hatred so please read at your own risk. This story might contain mature and violent content which might be disturbing to some readers.

To encourage overall development, the kindergarten had asked each student to create a hand-drawn poster. My daughter Holly refused my help and insisted on doing it all on her own. Little did I know, most of the other children had their parents do the artwork for them. In comparison, Holly's delicate strokes were quickly dismissed. Not only was her work discarded into the trash, but her teacher also called her out in the parent group, criticizing her for being careless with the assignment. As I racked my brain trying to figure out how to help Holly regain her confidence in drawing, I was surprised to see Holly's artwork among the winning entries in the state-level children's art competition. But the signature wasn't hers—it belonged to another student from her class.