Rumble Fish

My fiancé wants to marry me in a pizzeria. At the same time, he promises to give his true love the rest of his life on a luxurious cruise. Our wedding is only 48 hours away, but I don't want him anymore.

ชายผู้เปี่ยมไปด้วยเสน่ห์ลึกลับน่าค้นหา แอบซ่อนอาชีพเสริมที่ไม่อาจบอกให้ใครรู้ได้ งานกลางคืนที่ใครหลายคนรังเกียจ ผมทำอาชีพเด็กไซด์ไลน์เพื่อเลี้ยงปากท้อง จุ๊ๆ อย่าเพิ่งคิดว่าดราม่า แม้ชีวิตผมจะไม่สวยหรูอย่างคนอื่นเขา แต่ผมมีแนวทางในการดำเนินชีวิตของตัวเอง เก็บงำความลับผู้อื่นภายใต้รอยยิ้ม เว้นระยะจากทุกคนหนึ่งก้าว ยามเลือกลูกค้าต้องมีลู่ทางถอยให้ตัวเองเสมอ แต่โชคชะตามักเล่นตลก ในขณะที่กำลังหาเงินเข้ากระเป๋า ดันไปเจอมาเฟียตัวเอ้เข้าอย่างจัง! หนีไม่พ้นยังไม่พอ คิดจะมายัดเหยียดตำแหน่ง ‘อิหนู’ ให้กันอีกเรอะ! มาลองดูกันเถอะว่า ประสบการณ์หนีหนี้อันโชกโชนบวกกับไหวพริบที่ได้มาตั้งแต่เกิดจะทำให้ผมรอดจากวิกฤตครั้งนี้ได้หรือไม่ ป๋า : ฝัน **เรื่องนี้ไม่สักแต่เรทแน่นอน คนเขียนรับประกัน!**

When Stella Carpenter transfers money to her brother without my permission for the third time, I decide that it's time to give up. I quit my high-paying job and laze around at home all day, gaming and waiting to be fed. It only takes three days for Stella to panic. She points at me and asks what the hell I'm doing. We have bills and our daughter's tuition to pay—we need money for everything! Oh, so she does realize that we spend a lot on our family. Why does she keep taking my money to give to her brother, then?

After a venomous snake bites me, my husband, Daniel Dawson, injects the only antivenom into my adopted sister, Grace Winton. Before I black out, I see my parents, Daniel, and my son, Ethan Dawson, all gathered around Grace, while I lie alone on the grass, completely ignored. When I come to, my colleague shakes his head and tells me the toxin has already spread. Within 48 hours, my body will begin to rot from the inside, and I'll die in unbearable pain. I give up the conservative plan and swallow a potent painkiller instead. Over the next two days, I transfer the hospital my grandfather gave me and every asset in my name to Grace. I divorce Daniel and place both his and Ethan's hands into Grace's. When I put Grace's name on the amyotrophic lateral sclerosis treatment protocol I've spent five years developing, they finally smile, hold my hand, and tell me we're finally a real family. I stay silent and only smile at them. I wonder what their faces will look like two days later when they see my body.

He is a loveless Alpha, the most horrible pack leader of the MOON STONE; handsome, muscular, bossy and domineering, he takes what he wants. She, a lonely wolf girl, born in a cursed the red night, alone, the enemy of vampires and their followers, endowed with very powerful powers. The Moon goodness has decided to unite them, but not everything will be plain sailing. An enemy to fight, a past to be deleted. He Carter Darren. She Nicolette Gary. What will happen if these two souls meet?

Angela Graham's husband abandons her twice on her birthday for the sake of his true love. She's devastated and dejected when she learns a secret—it turns out that every celebration and anniversary that she and her husband have had over the past five years was planned by his true love. Angela's heart and love have been stomped on far too many times. It's been five years, and she's tired. She doesn't want to stick it out anymore. But her ex-husband comes running when she leaves him and allows another man to stand by her side. "You can't fall in love with anyone else without my permission, Angela!" Angela laughs. "You think too highly of yourself, ex-husband."

I was the real daughter of the Sinclair family, yet I was the one abandoned when their fake daughter and I were kidnapped and taken to the top of a building. They were given a choice between the two of us, and they chose to save the fake daughter, letting me be pushed off from the eighteenth-floor balcony. Even though I survived, I was completely disappointed in them. Then, their attitudes changed overnight. My parents, who despised me, started asking me about my likes and dislikes. My brother who wished me dead, started suddenly giving me precious jewelry. Even my fiancé, who always claimed I was nothing compared to the fake daughter, started to prepare for our wedding. To say I was confused was an understatement.

My sister pushes her daughter at a murderer so she can win the prize in a photography competition. After this, she even uses the incident and my name to extort the victim to pay an astronomical sum as compensation. The victim stabs me to death in a fit of rage. When my son, who is brought up by me, learns the truth, he doesn't seek justice for me. Instead, he scatters my ashes in the sea and says, "My mother told me that I would've been the happiest child in the world if not for you taking the wrong child home back then." When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to when my daughter was five years old. I have a month until her death. This time, I'm going to protect my child to the best of my abilities. I won't bother about an ingrate anymore.

My mother was the most renowned forensic artist, yet she refused to acknowledge me as her daughter. On my eighteenth birthday, I was kidnapped and called her for help. However, my mother replied impatiently, "Today is Angelina's birthday. Just die if you want attention that badly." Later, all the bones in my body were shattered and scattered everywhere. When my mother reconstructed my face from the bones, she lost her mind.

A car accident left my mother-in-law bleeding and desperate for help, but her plea was heartlessly rejected by her own daughter. Even on her deathbed, my mother-in-law's only wish was to see her one last time. However, she was busy staying by her first love's side, euthanizing his dog. "You better stay as far away from me as possible! My mom's perfectly fine!" she shouted before hanging up on me, only to spend the night tangled with her first love in a hotel room. It was not until after the cremation ceremony that she returned—carrying a birthday cake. What greeted her was not a celebration but her mother's funeral. She cried, sobbing uncontrollably, "Mom! You haven't even celebrated my birthday yet! Don't leave me!" I stared at her and pulled the divorce papers from my bag. How fitting. This time, I was leaving too.