Sally Face Plot

My sister, Fiona Miller, has recently opened a luxury spa for business. As such, I bring Dad along to check it out. Of course, we pick the most expensive treatment package available. But barely a few presses from the male therapist, and Dad feels a sharp pain in his chest and can't seem to breathe properly. All the color drains from his face, and cold sweat starts beading on his forehead. I call the manager over, but he seems annoyed. "Oh, he just has poor blood circulation. He'll be fine after the massage. That's just a normal reaction." I can't believe what I'm hearing. "My father has a heart condition. What are you lot even doing to him?" The manager, Seth Zeller, explodes as if I've insulted him and raises his voice. "That's his own pre-existing condition. How is that our problem? We run a legitimate business here. No refunds once treatment begins. Got it?" I gesture at the credentials displayed on the wall. "I don't see your name anywhere up there. You're not even certified. Is this the kind of operation Fiona's running?" Seth folds his arms across his chest, looking down his nose at us. "I'm the boss here. You and your dad look broke as hell. I can tell you're just trying to get a free massage and walk out without paying." "Let me spell it out for you. This package is 38,000 dollars. Adding in the cost of my emotional distress and lost time, the total is 100,000 dollars. Pay up now, or I'm having you both arrested." A massage that almost kills Dad costs 100,000 dollars? So that's why Fiona was suddenly so eager to open this spa. As it turns out, she and her boyfriend are running a fraud scheme. I reach for my phone to call her, but Seth is already making a video call. "Babe, you need to get here right now. A couple of deadbeats are trying to get a free massage and walk away without paying."

Led by my ex-boyfriend, the police raid the base of the major crime syndicate. The antagonist takes his own life, and the only person who could prove my identity as a top-secret undercover operative died two weeks ago. My ex-boyfriend drags me into court. He wants my memories extracted so I can face public judgment and sentencing. Nevertheless, I have no intention of explaining myself. "I plead guilty. Grant me a swift death." The masses are outraged, despising me with every fiber of their being. "Ha! You despicable traitor! You monster! You're a rat who exposes undercover journalists, yet you dare ask for a swift death? "This is the world of a novel. The maximum penalty for a guilty plea is euthanasia, but if judgment is passed by the court, you will suffer endless torment until your last breath!" "You don't deserve euthanasia. You belong in hell!" Rotten eggs and stones pelt me mercilessly. Even with my face now covered in blood, I make no effort to avoid the assaults. I only longed for death. My ex-boyfriend glares at me coldly. "You betrayed me. What right do you have to ask for a swift death? Your memories must be extracted and judged in court. Death will come only after your torment!" They are the ones who demand my memories be extracted and judged, yet after seeing them, why are they also the ones who go mad with regret?

He has always had the desires to rule the business world as a werewolf and she had always desired to get the things she missed out on when she was little, These two people with separate dreams and desires suddenly meet and there is chaos in both love and the world, would they coexist? What secrets are going to be revealed? “I would never fall in love with someone like you!” She declared turning her back from him and breaking the bond they had built up.

“I can't lose you Hannah.” He says, his voice thick with emotion. “You already did, you already have.” I swallow. “Please, let me in.” He whispers. “I'm going to die.” Hannah Francisca Evans is desperate for a Job with her life on the line but her world turns upside down when she finds her high school nemesis, Luca Maverick in the board meeting for her interview, about to be her freaking Boss. In a vulnerable state to save her life, she has no choice but to accept the job. But after he unexpectedly proposes a contract marriage that benefits them both, they begin to uncover shocking secrets from their younger days that threatens to bring them closer as well as destroy them.

I'm eight months pregnant when I suddenly faint on the train. My husband panics and cries for help as he kneels beside me. An interning doctor hurries to me. She doesn't bother checking my condition before saying, "The patient needs to undergo a C-section! We have to get the baby out now, or it might die of suffocation!" Then, she slices me open with a fruit knife—she doesn't take any precautionary measures before doing so. She takes my child out. I'm in so much pain that I don't even have the strength to scream. My blood flows everywhere. Yet, a photo of her holding my baby while standing in a pool of blood goes viral. People call her the prettiest doctor alive. My husband and his family are eternally grateful to her. They don't go after her for causing my death; they even make her my child's godmother! Meanwhile, I'm given a simple cremation. No one cares about me. After my death, all my assets go to my husband and his family. Only then do I hear my husband and the doctor talking to each other, sounding smug. "This plan killed two birds with one stone. We got rid of that woman and made ourselves out to be heroes!" That's when I learn the interning doctor is my husband's junior from high school. They got together when he accompanied me to my prenatal checkups! She failed her internship, so my husband came up with this idea—he wanted to use my death to boost her reputation and help her! Even my child eventually died under their "care". When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day we get on the train.

When fate played a cruel card on me, I was forced to shed my way of life and become someone I hardly recognised to survive in my new world. Only one thing was clear: Everyone who hurt me would feel the wrath of my anger. Dever, my ex-mate, for betraying. The Gray brothers, for taking a life from me. I had a plan. I made new alliances. But little did I know, fate wasn’t done playing its hand. My wolf recognizes her fated mate in one of the brothers. Now I’m caught between two cursed brothers—dangerous, possessive, and broken in ways I can’t begin to understand. Klaus, with eyes that see too much and walls I can’t break through. Kade, with a wicked smile that masks the storm raging inside him. I wanted revenge. But the deeper I fall into their world, the harder it is to tell where my pain stops... and where my heart begins. I must decide this time, to take what I’m owed or let fate take its course… even if it means losing my life.

Mario menatap baju adik iparnya yang basah di bagian dada itu. Lisa tampak menutupinya karena malu. Baju-baju bayi, popok, dan banyak barang berserakan di lantai. "Ka--kamu punya bayi?" Mario terkejut. Lisa tidak menjawab. Ia hanya menangis. Wanita itu memunguti barang-barangnya dengan ketakutan. Takdir macam apa ini? Saat istrinya sekarat dan bayinya butuh donor ASI, adik iparnya yang kabur dari rumah setahun yang lalu tiba-tiba muncul di depannya. Takdir apa lagi yang akan mengikat mereka? Cinta bersemi kembali-kah? Atau cinta yang tak bisa bersatu?

Le jour du verdict, mon fiancé Alfred Fresnel m'a suppliée de renoncer à plaider non coupable et d'accepter l'aveu de culpabilité. « Je sais que tu es innocente, mais elle porte mon enfant. Je peux pas la laisser croupir en prison », il a serré mes mains en sanglotant, « Ségolène, c'est aussi pour ton bien. » J'ai signé alors l'aveu sans hésiter. Dans ma vie antérieure, j'avais obstinément refusé d'endosser le crime à la place de Romaine Jégou. Résultat : non seulement j'avais écopé de prison, mais Alfred, fou de rage, m'y avait fait torturer jusqu'à la stérilité permanente. Cette fois-ci, j'ai choisi de lui donner satisfaction. Le lendemain, les médias ont déversé des nouvelles sur mon « vol de secrets commerciaux ». La vraie coupable, Romaine, a joué même le témoin oculaire : « C'est bien elle ! Je l'ai vue s'introduire en catimini dans le groupe Thiers ! » Mais l'après-midi même, à l'audience, le plaignant Isaac Thiers a retiré plainte. Sous les regards médusés de l'assistance, il a sorti même une bague de fiançailles et a mis un genou à terre : « Ségolène, cette fois-ci, veux-tu m'épouser ? »

I'm having a mental breakdown as I face a clogged drain with my feverish and fussing daughter in my arms. Meanwhile, my husband has reserved a hotel to celebrate another woman's birthday. My mother-in-law spits on the floor. "This is what you deserve. You can't even capture a man's heart!" I clench a fist around the winning lottery ticket in my pocket. I want to get a divorce.

Kristen Sterling bounces back after a rough past, landing a job where she reunites with the CEO, Marcus Everhart, who once rescued her. Things get wild when they attend an engagement party, only for Kristen to realize it's her ex and best friend tying the knot. Marcus offers her a marriage deal to shield her from her troubling ex, suggesting to turn their fake marriage into a revenge plot, giving Kristen a chance to face her past.