Ron Weasley Year 4

‘ถ้าต้องการเงินและอยู่ที่นี่ต่อ ขึ้นเตียงกับฉันคืนหนึ่ง’ 'ขอพระเจ้าส่งคุณไปหลุมที่ลึกที่สุด...อาเมน’ สเตฟานจ้องมองข้อความในกระดาษโน้ตอย่างแทบไม่เชื่อสายตา หึ...เจ้าหล่อนกล้ามาก! “พวกมึงหาผู้หญิงไทยคนนี้มาให้กูให้ได้!” …… สเตฟาน แม็คเคนซี่ หรือฟาน วัย 32 ปี ทายาทเจ้าของธุรกิจเงินทุนและหลักทรัพย์ในลาสเวกัส เขาเป็นเจ้าพ่อเงินกู้ทั้งในและนอกระบบที่ทรงอิทธิพล บุคลิกหล่อเข้ม ดุ เอาจริง กินดุ สำหรับเขา... ผู้หญิงคือที่ระบายเท่านั้น! วีรตา รัตนวัลย์ หรือ น้องไวน์ สาวไทยวัย 22 ปี เรียนจบปริญญาตรีด้านการบัญชีและการเงิน แม่ของเธอแต่งงานกับชายอเมริกันเจ้าของผับหรูในลาสเวกัส พาเธอมาอยู่อเมริกาตั้งแต่อายุ 10 ปี เธอจะทำอย่างไรเมื่อโชคชะตาเล่นตลกให้พบกับเจ้าพ่อผู้ทรงอิทธิพลที่เธอแสนเกลียดขี้หน้าและอาชีพของเขา... แต่ดูเหมือนยิ่งหนีจะยิ่งเจอ...ยิ่งต่อต้านยิ่งพ่ายแพ้ต่อพลังอำนาจลึกเร้นที่ค่อยแทรกซึมเข้ามาครอบงำหัวใจของเธอ

For three years, we held a wedding in name only—my husband, Kit Rutgers, a pilot, canceled our marriage registration eighteen times. The first time, his female trainee, Katy Ferguson, had a test flight. I waited outside the county clerk’s office the whole day. The second time, he got a call from her mid-drive, made a sharp U-turn, and left me standing on the side of the road. After that, every time we planned to make it official, some crisis with Katy mysteriously arose. Eventually, I chose to walk away. But the moment I boarded a plane to Solara, he lost his mind—and chased me there.

I'd been married to my lawyer husband for eight years. In all that time, he never once acknowledged me as his wife in public. He wouldn't even let our daughter call him "Dad." Again and again, he missed out on her childhood because of his childhood sweetheart. Even when she hurt our daughter, he still forgave her. I was worn out and empty. So I decided to leave. I took our daughter and vanished from his world. But he refused the divorce. He started searching for us like a madman, turning the whole world upside down. Only this time, neither my daughter nor I will be looking back.

At the end of the altar stands the groom, the man I’m meant to marry beside the groom stood my mate.

Elara Ashwood was the Luna of the Silvercrest Pack—gentle, loyal, and deeply devoted to her Alpha, Kieran. Orphaned young and considered weak by her people, Elara found her strength in love. But when she lost her unborn child, everything shattered. Believing she could no longer bear an heir, Kieran grew cold and distant, turning his back on his true Luna. In her darkest moment, Elara’s childhood friend, Selene Greyson, betrayed her. Consumed by envy, Selene claimed the position meant for Elara and spun a web of lies so convincing that even Elara’s mate believed them. Falsely accused of poisoning and forced to drink from the same deadly cup to prove her innocence, Elara died—watching the man she loved choose another woman. But the Moon Goddess was not finished with her. Elara awakens in a new body, reborn as Mila—the beloved and powerful Luna of the Nightshade Pack. With her memories intact and newfound strength coursing through her veins, Elara is given a second chance at life. Torn between vengeance and healing, she must confront the past that destroyed her, reclaim her stolen honor, and decide whether her heart belongs to the life she lost… or the future she has been given. When fate draws her back to Silvercrest and into the path of her former mate, old wounds reopen, secrets begin to unravel, and the truth threatens to shatter everything. Because this time, Elara is no longer the weak Luna they betrayed.

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Damien, told me he had to temporarily mark an Omega from our pack, Seraphina. He claimed she had the Moon Sickness and would die if he didn't mark her. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Seraphina right into the penthouse of the Pack House. The suite meant for the future Luna. My suite. To calm me, he even got on his knees, his eyes red as he promised, "Once she's safe, I'll remove the mark. You'll still be my only Luna." But then, Seraphina found me, a medical report in her hand. Six weeks pregnant. They'd already held their marking ceremony long before Damien ever came to me. My heart shattered into ash. My pen dug into the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our Mating Ceremony. Then, I opened my laptop and replied to the email from the European Laurel Healers' Guild. "I accept your invitation. I leave on the day of the Mating Ceremony."

Seorang lulusan terbaik Al-Azhar bernama Reyhan, akan meminang nona cantik bernama Lyodra Arabella Rawles, atas dasar perjodohan. Kepribadiaan keduanya yang sangat bertolak belakang menjadikan keduanya sulit berkomunikasi, Ditambah sifat keras kepala Lyodra yang membuat Margin muak, dan ingin menukar menantunya dengan Rara sahabat Lyodra sendiri. Terlebih kisah masa lalu antara Orangtua Reyhan dan Lyodra yang masih saja menjadi misteri awal mulanya gagasan perjodohan ini diutarakan.

When my husband learns of his first love's death, he jumps from the cruise ship where we are spending our honeymoon, ending his life. Only then do I realize he has never gotten over Clara Levine. Reborn back to his teenage years, he resolutely lets go of my hand and walks toward his first love. I watch them leave together, then turn and walk away. From that moment on, our lives become nothing more than two parallel lines that will never meet. Ten years later, we run into each other at a banquet in Oceanus City. He has become a rising star among the elite, with Clara appearing on his arm, intimately holding onto him. When he sees me accidentally wander into the banquet, he can't help but give me advice. "Stop obsessing over me. Even if you wait for me for ten years, I still won't fall in love with you." I ignore him and pull my son out from the corner where he's sneaking cake. His eyes suddenly turn bloodshot as he grabs my hand tightly. "How dare you try to make me jealous on purpose? Didn't you say you would only love me for your entire life?" he says.

At the Mercer family's annual dinner, I accidentally wore a couture gown that belonged to Lucian's late wife. The eight-year-old boy I had raised myself, in front of every key member of the Family, threw a glass of expensive red wine all over my pure white dress. He just stood there, his cold, condescending expression a mirror of his father's. "Don't think you can become the mistress of this house just by dressing like my Mamma." "I swear, when I'm old enough to take over the family business, I'll make you disappear for good!" The cold liquid soaked through the fabric, clinging to my skin. But I felt nothing. My heart had frozen solid the moment I signed my life away eight years ago. I looked at the child I had raised as my own for eight years. There was no anger. The faintest smile touched my lips. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You won't have to wait that long, my little lion. I'm leaving, and it will be very soon."

To find the missing fake heiress, my family forced me to undergo a memory extraction. They were convinced that I had bullied her for the past three years and driven her to run away. I gave a bitter smile and let them continue. As the memories surfaced one after another, the truth became clear. I was the one who had been bullied all along. My parents, overcome with guilt, clutched my hands so tightly they nearly fainted. My brother’s eyes were bloodshot, his teeth grinding until he drew blood. In their arms, I looked up in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?”