Robin Arellano Black Phone

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”

À 26 ans, Lylah pensait connaître la routine confortable du mariage avec Robin, son mari homme d'affaires. Mais l'irruption de Brandon, un chanteur charismatique croisé dans un cabaret lors d'une sortie entre amies vient bouleverser cet équilibre. Un baiser passionné les lie secrètement. Cette liaison clandestine est mise en péril par la découverte d'Irina, qui exerce un chantage impitoyable sur Lylah. Alors que le poids des secrets s'accumule, Lylah est confrontée à une vérité encore plus choquante. Ce réseau complexe de trahisons et de désirs interdits menace de détruire toutes les relations.

he can make a billion dollars in business go bankrupt with a single phone call. the heir of the world's richest family.

On the day I was kidnapped, my husband was looking after his sick sweetheart. I called him, asking him for help. Yet, he merely replied coldly, "Danica, you are a bad liar." After that, he heartlessly hung up the phone call on me, causing me to get brutally murdered by the kidnappers. I failed to show up as scheduled on the day we agreed to finalize our divorce. He called me in exasperation, only for the phone call to be answered by the police. "Mr. Ferguson, are you a family member of the deceased Danica Reed?"

Four months pregnant. I was alone when a rival family came for me.. A searing pain tore through my stomach. I couldn't reach my husband, Don Lorenzo. His phone was off. I woke up in a sterile hospital bed. Three days had passed. And the baby... was gone. That’s when I heard the nurses gossiping. “Heard Don Lorenzo cleared out a block of Fifth Avenue for his mistress three days ago. Had his phone off so they wouldn't be disturbed.” Tears rolled down my cheeks, but my heart was empty. I gave up my career, my whole life, for him. The Don who promised me forever… he shattered that promise just days before our fifth anniversary. Back home, I dug out an old phone and made a call. A number I hadn't touched in five years. "The European tour you mentioned…" I said, my voice hollow. "I'm in. I can be ready in a week."

I found out my husband, Logan Atkinson, had quietly added his secretary's number to our family plan. [Dear customer, the number ending in 8848 has been successfully added to your family plan. Effective immediately, all calls between plan members are free.] I held up my phone and looked straight at Logan. "You're treating her like family. What does that make me?" He sounded annoyed. "Regina said staying on the phone with me every night was getting expensive. If she's on the family plan, it doesn't cost anything. She's just used to saving money. Don't read into it." Regina said she had severe depression and couldn't fall asleep, so Logan stayed on the phone with her every night for at least seven hours. I stared at the call logs in the family plan. Even on our wedding anniversary, when I closed my eyes, wishing we would make it through another ten years and grow old side by side… He was still on the phone with Regina Dittman, coaxing her to sleep. When I didn't say anything, Logan looked a little surprised. "Wow. Quiet today? Finally learned how to be the bigger person?" I just didn't feel like arguing with them anymore. All those fights before had only proven one thing: he always chose Regina. After ten years in a broken marriage, it was time to set things straight.

พิมพ์ชนก หรือ "พิม"นักศึกษาปี 4 คณะนิเทศศาสตร์ ผู้ใฝ่ฝันอยากเป็นนักเขียนบทละครมืออาชีพ เธอเป็นคนฉลาด มีไหวพริบ และมุ่งมั่น เธอเลือกทำงานพาร์ทไทม์ในผับ "Black Velvet" เพื่อหาข้อมูลสำหรับเขียนบทละครส่งอาจารย์ โดยหวังว่างานชิ้นนี้จะเป็นใบเบิกทางสู่วงการบันเทิงโดยไม่รู้เลยว่า เธอกำลังเดินเข้ามาในโลกที่เต็มไปด้วยอันตราย และผู้ชายที่มีอิทธิพล ปกรณ์ มีโครงหน้าเข้มคมชัด หนวดเคราเพิ่มเสน่ห์และความเป็นผู้ใหญ่ ตาแสดงความมั่นใจและดูสุขุม ผมสั้นจัดทรงอย่างดี สวมชุดสูทสีเข้มให้ความรู้สึกภูมิฐานและน่าเชื่อถือ บุคลิกดูสุขุม อบอุ่น แต่แฝงด้วยความมั่นใจในตัวเองเจ้าของผับสุดหรูที่มีชื่อเสียงและอำนาจในวงการกลางคืน ไม่เพียงแต่เป็นเจ้าของผับ"Black Velvet"เท่านั้น แต่เขายังมีธุรกิจหลายอย่างที่เกี่ยวข้องกับ ธุระกิจสีเทาและยังมีบริษัทส่งออกสินค้าไปยังต่างประเทศอีกด้วยและ บริษัทส่งออก ภายใต้ภาพลักษณ์ของชายหนุ่มหล่อที่ดูสุขุมและมีเสน่ห์ เขาคือคนที่ทุกคนต้องเกรงกลัว และในวันที่เขาเห็นพิมพ์ชนกครั้งแรก เขารู้ทันทีว่าเธอจะทำให้เขาไม่สามารถละสายตาได้

Memiliki wajah cantik terkadang membuat seseorang menjadi iri hati dan benci. Sama halnya yang dirasakan oleh gadis cantik yang bernama Berlian Puspita. Seorang Kakak yang seharusnya menjadi pelindung dan pengayom untuk seorang adik, kini justru berbanding terbalik dengan keadaan yang dialami oleh Berlian. Sifat iri dan dengki yang dimiliki oleh Berta Maulida membuat gadis malang itu harus selalu berpenampilan kumuh dan menjijikkan. "Kamu lebih pantas untuk menjadi seorang pemulung, Berli! Dan lebih baik sekarang pergilah dan cari uang sebanyak-banyaknya untuk kita!" titah Berta dengan tatapan mata tajam. Bagaimana dengan kisah gadis malang itu? Apakah akan ada seseorang yang baik hati yang bisa menolongnya untuk keluar dari siksaan mereka?

Cora was once the human ward of the Silver Moon Pack, a “charity case” tucked away in the shadows of a world ruled by predatory shifters. For five years, she shared a secret, soul-deep bond with Silas Vane, the powerful Alpha-Heir who promised her a future beyond her servant-class status. On the night of his coronation, Cora discovers she is pregnant with Silas’s heir—a miracle she believes will finally bridge the gap between their worlds. However, the dream is shattered when Silas publicly announces his betrothal to Lady Elara, a Pureblood Luna, to solidify his political power. When Cora confronts him, he ruthlessly dismisses their five-year history as a mere “distraction,” ordering her to remain in the servant’s wing and never speak of their past. Realizing that Silas would likely seize her child while keeping her in a gilded cage—or worse—Cora decides to die so that she can finally live. Years later, when a chance introduction forces them face-to-face, Cora must maintain her mask against Silas’s predatory instincts. Though her appearance is altered and her scent chemically suppressed, the raw, visceral hatred in her eyes captures Silas’s attention. Suspecting that the “ghost” of his past is standing right in front of him, Silas begins a lethal game of cat-and-mouse. Cora must now protect her son and her secrets from a King who has realized that the woman he erased was never truly gone.

Los Angeles was supposed to be my home. Instead, it had always felt like a golden cage. The Smith mansion stood tall behind iron gates, glittering with wealth and silence. Servants bowed. Cameras watched every corner. And the man who called himself my uncle smiled sweetly for the world while hiding knives behind his back. I was seventeen when I heard the truth. “He will take care of the girl tonight,” my uncle said over the phone, his voice calm. “Make it look like an accident.” The girl. He meant me. Fear became the only thing that kept my legs moving. I ran from the driver who was meant to take me home, sprinting through unfamiliar streets until the bright city lights disappeared and the world turned darker. Detroit. Wrong place. Wrong time. Engines roared in the distance when I saw him. A man sitting on a black motorcycle like a shadow carved from danger. Tattoos curled up his neck. His eyes were cold enough to freeze the night. Everyone knew men like him were monsters. But monsters were sometimes the only ones who could save you. I jumped onto the back of his motorcycle and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Please,” I whispered. “Help me.” That single moment would destroy his life. And change mine forever. *******