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Daisy, a pretty lady finishes college and starts her search for a job. As she thought, it was going to be a matter of few weeks and she'll get a wonderful job that her mother would be proud of and she will be able to take care of her younger siblings who still had to pursue their education. Unfortunately for her, the weeks turned to months and months to years and there was nothing to show for it. Her good degree couldn't secure her the job of her choice. She worked in a restaurant, but was forced to stop by the influence of her mother. She be became so frustrated and was almost at the verge of giving up, when she received a slot to apply for a job as the secretary to the CEO of a renowned company on a three months contract. She applies for the job and was lucky to get selected as she was the first person to apply. She starts the job only to realize that what she had been hearing about the strange CEO and his wickedly attitude were all true. She got frustrated in the first few weeks of her working with the CEO. She resolves in her mind that she was not going to let it go well with the billionaire CEO and plots a little mischief on her strict sadist boss. On the process, she finds a dangerous information that no one was supposed to get to know about. She digs deeper and gets into serious trouble. With the information she got, she decides to renew her contract after the three months expires. Would she come out alive from the dangerous situation she just signed into, or would she be swallowed by what she is yet to find? Let's find out!

楠木冴子は専業主婦として三年間、夫・健吾の帰りを待ちながら積み上げた平穏な日常は、ダイニングテーブルに置かれた一枚の離婚届で崩れ去る。「マンションは売却した。今月中に出て行け」理由すら告げられぬまま、財産分与なしの冷徹な宣告。健吾のポケットから響く義妹・結城七海の甘い声が、すべてを繋ぐ。結婚式の裏で囁かれた「愛しているのは七海だけ」という言葉が、冴子の胸を抉り続ける。だが、冴子は泣かない。三年間貯め続けた1億5千万円の預金通帳を武器に、彼女は反撃を開始する。

“Please don’t stop, you’re almost there fuck daddy please, fuck me hard, please don’t pull out I’m going to cum, please harder” Mira Ashford has everything, wealth, power, beauty and the perfect life everyone desires. But one thing struck, she was a crazy slot, a sex addict who could fuck anyone anywhere without control and if there’s no one available Mira resulted to dangerous masturbation. As the only daughter of one of the most powerful families in the country, her future is already planned, including her relationship with her equally wealthy boyfriend, Ethan Vale. But behind the perfection lies a different reality. Her family is built on lies, her parents are unfaithful, and love has never truly existed in her world. Mira has learned to replace emotions with control and physical escape, avoiding anything that requires vulnerability. Everything changes when Gray Calloway enters her life. A scholarship student from a completely different world, Gray is everything Mira is not used to unpredictable, grounded, and impossible to control. What begins as a reckless mistake turns into a secret relationship that blurs the line between desire and something deeper. Mira got into a one night stand with Grey and since that very moment something inside her shifted, her craze, desire and hunger for sexual pleasure multiplied in abundance. When her sexual desire drove her to madness she found a way of seeing Gray as her HIGH SCHOOL SEX MATE. Ignoring the fact that he has fallen for her, Gray discovers this craziness and the fact that she was still with her ex Ethan he’s forced to walk away from her life. Now she must decide Will she continue hiding behind the life she was built around, or finally face the reality she has been running from?

I picked up the top university admission slot that the real heir didn't want. Horace Clark had gone crazy for love. He ran off with a failing student and dropped out, smashing the perfect life he had been handed. Meanwhile, I carried the label of an impostor who stole someone else's place. Step by step, I clawed my way up, became a rising name in the business world, and even married his childhood sweetheart. At the peak of my life, I opened my eyes again and found myself back in senior year, on the day we were filling out our college applications. And floating in front of me were lines of strange comments. [Brian, the fake heir, is a straight-up thief. He stole the life that was supposed to belong to the real heir, Horace!] [In his last life, the real heir completely lost his head over love. He dropped out of school, ran off with that rebellious troublemaker to start a business, and even handed his childhood fiancée to someone else. What a disaster. The guy was a total idiot!] [Good thing he gets a redo this time. The real heir has finally woken up. Now I really wanna see how the fake heir who stole someone else's life ends up crashing and burning.] I watched the comments quietly and sneered. Hate to break it to them, but the road I walked was carved out with my own hands. Even if Horace were reborn a hundred times, he still wouldn't be able to stop me from reaching the top and claiming my glory.

When I'm washing Julian White's pants, I pull out a management fee invoice from one of the pockets. Surprisingly enough, the address is the unit on the floor above my apartment. The thing is, Julian's name is put down as the apartment owner. As I clutch the invoice, I feel my blood turning into ice. Suddenly, I recall the way Julian kept telling me he had overtime shifts to pull over the past six months. Because of that, he often came home past midnight. There were a few times when I realized that his car was still parked in its designated parking slot of the apartment block despite the fact that he had already "gone out". When I asked Julian for the reason, he answered, "The gas prices are very high right now. Taking the subway is more convenient, not to mention I get to save more money for our family's expenses." I used to feel happy about the fact that Julian cared so much about our family. But now, I finally realize that his so-called overtime shifts are just excuses for him to spend time in the unit upstairs. At that moment, I hear the sounds of a key being inserted into the front door's lock. Julian is home. When he notices the invoice in my hand, he takes it from me casually. "Maybe the staff placed it in the wrong mailbox." I nod with a smile. "It's nothing. I'm going to take out the trash first." After leaving the apartment, I head upstairs right away. Once I knock on the door, the woman who came to open the door for me is heavily pregnant. It seems that she's about to give birth.

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?

I've worked hard to sponsor my husband, Zachary Sanders, through his PhD studies for eight years. In order for our daughter, Penelope Sanders, to get into a prestigious elementary school, I've visited the local registry office ten times. Yet, my applications keep getting rejected all the time. On my tenth visit, the helpless employee decides to reveal the truth to me. "Ma'am, I told you that something's wrong with the paperwork you brought! Three children have already used the permanent address you provided to enroll in our school. You can't use the address for the fourth time according to the rules." After that, the employee turns the monitor in my direction to show me the information. To my shock, those three children's mother is Zachary's first love, Amelia Norris. Unable to believe my eyes, I call Zachary on the spot. But he tells me nonchalantly, "Yeah, I did use our permanent address. I did this so that Amelia's children can get enrolled into good schools. It's very difficult for a single mother like her to raise all three children on her own, you know. "Besides, Penelope is still very young. She can just get enrolled into a regular elementary school. Once Amelia's children have graduated, Penelope can use a slot meant for the prestigious elementary school." I do my best to suppress my rage as I retort, "No need for that. My daughter will not be waiting for hand-me-downs." Then, I call my assistant right away. "Tell the admissions office to void all three enrollment slots that are tied to my property in the school district. Also, I want you to suspend the funding of his project in that research institute!"

Ever since I married Myra Cowan, I started living like a beggar despite making an annual salary of a million dollars. She kept telling me, "We should hang in there for now, honey. Once we've saved enough money, we'll be able to live however we want without worrying about our financial situation." My closet was stuffed with old suits bought ten years ago. My lunches were always sandwiches, which were nearing their expiry dates, bought from convenience stores. My friends made fun of me for marrying a woman who was addicted to saving money. But my heart went out to Myra for suffering with me in life. But when I was diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer and needed money for a life-saving surgery, Myra broke down in tears and told me that all of our savings were kept in a fixed-term deposit. Before I drew my last breath, I heard Myra telling her younger brother, Dwight Cowan, over the phone in a gentle tone, "I've already transferred you the down payment for your house." When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Myra demands that I sell my gaming account in exchange for money. The monitor shows a familiar login screen. Myra can be seen standing next to me. "This account can be sold for 8,000 dollars. We can save three months' worth of expenses with this money!" I just laugh in response. In my previous life, I had done nothing but save money. In the end, all of my money became someone else's assets. Why the hell should I save money in this life? With just one click on the mouse, I reload a million dollars into the game right away. Immediately, a reddish-golden meteor shower covers the skies of the entire server. The system makes an announcement in a bold, enlarged font that gets repeated for a long time. "Player 'Void' spares no expense, inviting fair maidens from across the realms to forge a destined bond! Those who are interested are welcome to attend the Celestial Lake Gathering. A bride price of one million awaits—offered in exchange for a single, sincere heart."