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On our wedding night, my wife demanded that I wear a blindfold. She said her body was meant only for her true love. The words hit me like a bucket of ice water, and I snapped, "Are you my wife or his?" She shot back even louder, defiance blazing in her eyes. "I married you. Does that mean I have to show you my body? Coercion is still coercion, even in marriage. My body is only for Matt to see because you simply don't deserve it." Later, she said she wanted to truly be my wife. I found myself thinking she wasn't worthy anymore.

“พี่บูม จะไปไหนเหรอคะ?” “มีนัด ถามทำไม” “คือ…หนูมีไปออกค่าย สะ…สองวันคะ” “แล้วฉันจำเป็นต้องให้ไปมั้ย?” “ถ้าไม่ไป…รุ่นพี่ก็จะไม่ให้หนูผ่านกิจกรรม…ค่ะ” “แล้วแต่!” “ขอบคุณค่ะ” “เดี๋ยว! เธอจะไปไหน?” “พอดีพี่ๆที่คณะนัดให้ไปคุยงานค่ะ” “ที่ไหน??” “XX PUBค่ะ” “ว่าไงนะ!” “พี่บูม!!! อื้อออ” ชายหนุ่มรั้งร่างเล็กเข้าไปกดจูบ ก่อนจะขบเม้มลงบนซอกคอเธอจนเกิดรอยแดงราวกับว่าทำความเป็นเจ้าของเธอแบบนั้น “จะได้รู้ตัวไว้ว่าเธอเป็นของฉัน!”

On the Northwind Trail, just before sunrise, my flashlight cut across the inside of the SUV and landed on five lifeless bodies. My hands shook as I dialed 911. "Hello? I'm on Route 296, the Northwind Trail. Everyone in my car… is dead." The operator's voice was calm but quick. "Please confirm your location. Officers are on their way." My words dropped heavy and flat, like stones hitting the ground. "I'm on Route 296, about three miles east of the mountain pass. The plate number is NA318X. Five people inside the car are dead… and I'm the only one alive."

After receiving the report for an STD test, I went back to the barbeque restaurant, and there I ran into a young woman who was about three months pregnant. She asked me to let her cut in line, and, feeling sorry for her, I agreed to help her out. I quickly made arrangements for her and made sure she had a seat. But to my shock, after she finished her meal, she had a miscarriage. The girl posted about the incident online, and before I knew it, I was trending on social media, facing a wave of cyberbullying. The internet users went even further, digging up my health records and finding that everything came back positive. [She's positive for everything—she's clearly a woman with a messy private life!] [No wonder she caused the woman's miscarriage just by being near her—she's a biological hazard!] The cyberbullying got so bad that it pushed me into depression. Even my fiancé turned against me, accusing me of being filthy and breaking up with me. The emotional weight became too much, and in my pain, I drove straight into a reservoir. Meanwhile, the girl gained millions of followers online and skyrocketed to fame as a popular influencer. It was only after I died that I learned the shocking truth—this girl was my fiancé's first love. To boost her own popularity, she and my fiancé had come up with this entire scheme together. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day when she asked me to let her cut in line.

On my wedding night, Sean Boswell was with his first love when I suffered a miscarriage as my kidnappers tortured me. I begged endlessly for him to save me, only for him to laugh, "You were just demanding a divorce in the morning, and now you're faking a kidnapping so that I'd come back? Is that the only thing you can do?" Eventually, when I gave up and stopped clinging on being Mrs. Boswell, he chased me to the airport, pleading with a crack in his voice, "Just stay, Anna. Let's make things how it used to be."

Some wounds never heal. Some betrayals can't be forgiven. He chose her best friend. She lost everything. Now she's back—more powerful, more determined, and with an empire at her fingertips. — Elizabeth Stone had loved one man, Crimson Phoenix. But after six blissful years together, he walked out of her life. Within months, he was engaged to her best friend. Now, four years later, Elizabeth thought she had escaped the scandal that had made her the most hated woman in Flintstone City. However, she is back as the heiress to a vast chain of resorts and hotels. Her ex-husband returns, begging for her forgiveness. But can she truly forgive the man who was the reason she lost her baby?

I was a semi-retired actress, joining a divorce reality show with my billionaire husband. "I want a divorce." Facing the camera, I spoke calmly. Off-camera, Hector Sinclair frowned as he reviewed the scene with me. "You need to show more emotion when you say it. That’s what will get people talking, stir up discussion, and drive the views. "Otherwise, who’s going to believe you really want to divorce me? They’ll just think you’re acting again. “Use your head. I can’t guide you every step of the way." Yeah. To outsiders, I was nothing more than a pretty face—vain, shallow, and talentless. Meanwhile, he was a shrewd and cultured businessman, commanding a fortune worth billion. No one believed I would willingly give up the title of Mrs. Sinclair, not even Hector himself. However, he had no idea that this time, I meant it.

On what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, Deviana was left at the altar. Her fiancé, Adrian, chose to walk away—for a woman from his past, Leviana, who had suddenly fallen ill and called for him. In front of the guests and countless flashing cameras, Deviana was forced to swallow the bitter truth: abandoned, humiliated, and ridiculed. But from the ruins of her pride and shattered heart, Deviana made a vow to rise again. She would not let Leviana steal everything—love, reputation, or power.

BLURB. What happens when you are suddenly whisked off on a vacation you have never been invited to before for a new start? Alia, illegitimate daughter of the Moonshade family discovers her family are way more powerful than she thinks. After her father suddenly announces her as legitimate, she bumps into her mates who are three men in number. Brothers who hate one another and are enemies but this same brothers are willing to come together to reject and ruin her. But what if she is able to find a way to melt their heart slowly, giving them all hope and bringing them together as one? Alia suddenly found herself with unknown powers and as the year comes to an end, she realizes she isn't whom she think she is, there are more to her background and her biggest enemies are those closest to her.But whom? Her mates or family?

I'm in the middle of my pediatric shift when an emergency call comes in. A three-year-old boy arrives, hemorrhaging and unconscious from a car crash, but there is no matching blood type in the bank. Then, it hits me that my husband, Ethan Stone, has the same blood type, so I ask him to donate blood right away. When he arrives and stands frozen to the spot, I can no longer hold back my rage. "What are you waiting for? Saving his life is the priority here!" That's when the boy's mother sprints over and screams, "No! Close family can't donate! He's the boy's father!"