Severino Mallari Story

เลย์ ... ชายหนุ่มสายบันเทิงเริงสวาทสุดเจ้าชู้ หนุ่มหล่อผู้ชอบเซ็กส์สายสวิงเป็นชีวิต จนทำให้ในทุกๆวันของชีวิต อยู่บนเตียงกับหญิงสาวและดื่มเหล้าซะส่วนใหญ่ การที่จะมีเซ็กส์กับผู้หญิงแค่คนเดียว ถือเป็นเรื่องที่เป็นไปไม่ได้สำหรับเขา “คิดว่าพี่หยุดได้แบบนั้นเหรอ? คิดผิดหรือเปล่า” เลย์เอ่ย “พี่เลย์...” “พี่ไม่อยากมีปัญหากับพี่ชายเธอหรอกนะ” เลย์เอ่ย “หนูจะไม่บอกใครก็ได้ค่ะ..” “หึ!!!”

Serena Collins bekerja di sebuah perusahaan ternama di London. Hidupnya terasa sempurna, apalagi ia memiliki kekasih bernama Ethan. Namun, segalanya hancur ketika Serena mendapati penghianatan Ethan dengan kakak tirinya sendiri. Di tengah kepedihan itu, Serena justru terjerat dalam sebuah perjanjian dengan Steave Alexander, Presdir karismatik sekaligus paman Ethan. Awalnya hanya demi keuntungan masing-masing, tapi perlahan muncul hasrat yang tak terbendung di antara mereka. Mampukah Serena bertahan menghadapi permainan hati yang penuh resiko, atau justru menemukan cinta sejatinya di tempat yang tak terduga?

“นายจะไปไหนไคเลอร์!” “ผมก็จะออกไปทำงานครับ” บอดี้การ์ดหนุ่มรูปหล่อที่มีใบหน้าเรียบนิ่งเอ่ยออกมาอย่างรู้สถานะกับหญิงสาวที่ขึ้นชื่อว่าเป็นนาย “ นายเป็นของฉัน!” “ ครับ ชีวิตนี้ของผมก็เป็นของคุณหนู คุณหนูจะเอามันคืนผมก็ยินดีครับ” “ นายก็รู้!!! แล้วทำไมผู้หญิงคนนั้นถึงเข้ามาในชีวิตนาย!! ทั้งที่รู้ว่าฉันไม่ชอบ!” “.............” “ เงียบทำไม ทำไมนายไม่พูดออกมา!! เถียงมาสิว่าฉันเข้าใจผิด!! นายเถียงฉันมาสิว่าทั้งหมดไม่ใช่เรื่องจริง ฉันแค่คิดไปเอง!!” “ ผมไม่มีอะไรจะเถียงคุณหนูครับ” “ไคเลอร์!!” นิยายรุ่นลูกจากเรื่อง กลรักร้าย เจ้านายมาเฟีย และรุ่นน้องของมาเฟีย จากเรื่อง เล่ห์รัก กลร้าย เจ้านายมาเฟีย , หมอมาร์เวล จากเรื่อง กลรัก คุณหมอมาเฟีย เซ็ตครอบครัว บ้านปีกขวา

“ฉันจ่ายนายสองแสน!” เมื่อเสียงหวานของหญิงสาวเอ่ยขึ้นทำเอาชายหนุ่มกรอกตาและชะงักฝีเท้าที่กำลังเดิน แต่สุดท้ายเขาก็ไม่ได้หันกลับ แต่ยังคงก้าวต่อไป “สี่แสน! ฉันจ่ายนายสี่แสน!” “เก็บเงินของเธอไว้ เพราะยังไงฉันก็ต้องไป” “ผู้หญิงคนนั้นจ่ายให้นายเท่าไหร่กัน! ฉันจะจ่ายให้มากกว่า!” “เขาไม่ได้จ่ายฉันสักบาท พอใจหรือยัง!” “นายไม่ได้เห็นแก่เงินอย่างที่คนอื่นบอก แต่นายรังเกียจฉัน….” โฮลี่เอ่ยด้วยน้ำเสียงสั่นเครือก่อนน้ำตาหยดเล็กๆเริ่มไหล เธอหมุนตัววิ่งออกไปโดยที่ธันวาได้แต่ยืนนิ่ง “โถเว้ย!”

At the class session joined by the school leaders and officials from the Department of Education, my lecture PPT was swapped for a sensational "Mistress's Charge Letter". "Charge one. Willingly being the other woman makes her an unsuitable role model for students." "Charge two. Attempting to secure a higher position through sex." "Charge three. Menacing the lawful wife with the absurd hope of advancing through pregnancy." Amidst the leaders and officials, my husband's illegitimate child accused me of disrupting her parents' marriage. In the name of "expelling the mistress to achieve justice", she coerced me, the true wife, into a humiliating bow to the mistress. I confronted my husband upon his arrival, "Care to explain? Why didn't I know that you had an illegitimate daughter?" He responded with a strike to the girl's face. "Where are you from, you unruly child? You're so ill-mannered!"

During our decade together, I stay by Felix Valentino's side as he slowly ascends to the peak of the mafia world. I become the woman he trusts most. However, he secretly names an island that we fought for and won together after my best friend, Lilian Fenati. Why? Because Lilian is terminally ill. Her dying wish is to marry Felix on the island named after her. Felix clamps down on this and forbids anyone from telling me. He has no idea Lilian live streams the whole thing for me. That night, I cry my heart out. Meanwhile, Felix spends the night with Lilian. I lie in a pool of blood. My heart condition acts up, and my breathing starts to slow. Where is Felix? At the hospital with Lilian. Five days later, I accept a marriage proposal from Harold Bonanno, the mafia king.

My father-in-law said he wanted to experience "how the young folks have fun these days," so I took him to my wife's newly opened upscale cocktail bar for a quiet drink. I’d just finished ordering him a custom cocktail when a man from a booth across the room swaggered over, glass in hand. His eyes scanned the drink menu on our table, and a condescending smirk twisted his lips. "Only ordering the cheapest well drinks?" he sneered. "Brought the old man here to enjoy the free air conditioning? Trash like you belongs in a dive bar. Who even let you in here?" Anger burned in my chest. I stood up, my jaw clenched. "We're paying customers. What's it to you?" But before I could say another word, his face darkened with pure rage. He snatched the half-finished beer bottle from our table and smashed it on my head. "My girl owns this place!" he snarled. "Even if I crack your skull open, I can afford the payout! You filthy pauper—either get on your knees and lick my shoes dry, or get the hell out of my sight. You're an eyesore." The beer dripped down my face. My hands trembled with fury as I wiped it away. Then, a cold calm settled over me. I opened my phone, switched to the camera, and went live. "Alright, everyone," I said into the screen. "You won't want to miss this. We're going live to catch my cheating wife and see the double life she's been leading."

The moment my best friend dashes into the lottery shop ahead of me and rattles off that familiar string of numbers, I know instantly that she has been reborn, too. In my past life, my best friend and I were shortlisted for an interview at a Global 500 company just before graduation. However, there was only one opening available. On the day of the interview, I had a sudden urge to buy a lottery ticket, but as a result, I missed the interview, and my best friend got the job. As it turned out, I won the jackpot, totaling 50 million dollars. After graduation, I lived a carefree life, lounging at home and living off the interest. Meanwhile, after entering the company, my best friend was paid little and got bullied every single day. Eventually, she vented her anger on me and shoved me off a rooftop. I died from the fall instantly. After my death, my boyfriend covered for her, twisting the story to claim that I'd gone mad from idling too long and jumped on my own. The two of them fed on my misfortune, becoming influencers with millions of fans and raking in fortune. When I open my eyes again, I am reborn to the very day I bought that lottery ticket.

The intern secretly submitted a voluntary pay-cut application on my behalf. As a result, my salary dropped from $10,000 to $2,000. When I found out and confronted him, my boss and colleagues all defended him. "The company is not doing great right now. Oscar was just trying to save costs for us. Do you have to nickel-and-dime over this?" With my salary so low, I couldn't afford the special medication for my chronic migraines, and one day I passed out at my desk during an attack. But the intern snuck a video of me unconscious and posted it on the company's website. He even whipped up a detailed 100-page slideshow breaking down how I was slacking off on the clock and dumping all my work on him. Overnight, I was labeled a workplace bully. My boss gave me the cold shoulder, and my colleagues whispered about me. Even worse, some extreme "anti-workplace-bullying" activists tracked me down to my home, showed up with two cans of gasoline, and burned me and my parents alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that very day when the intern had submitted my pay-cut form. In this second chance at life, I would make sure everyone saw the intern for who he truly was.

On the fifth year of their marriage, finding the vitamin C her husband bought tasted too bitter, Jeanne Dotson went to the hospital with the bottle. The doctor took one look and frowned. "This isn't vitamin C." "I-I'm sorry, Doctor?" "I could say it a dozen times and it'd still be the same," the doctor replied, pointing at the bottle. "This is Mifepristone. Taking too much of it doesn't just cause infertility—it can do serious harm to your body." Jeanne felt a lump stuck in her throat, and her fingers turned pale from clenching the bottle. "That's impossible. My husband got this for me. His name is Darren Walsh—he's a doctor here too." The doctor looked up at her, his expression turning strange, tinged with something she couldn't quite read. After a pause, he gave a small smile. "Miss, you might want to visit the psych ward instead. We all know Dr. Walsh's wife—she gave birth just two months ago. Don't let your imagination run wild, all right? There's no point."