Ten Miles Of Peach Blossoms Movie

My wife, Ivy Hart, is about to give birth to the baby she conceived with Toby Clayton, her first love. Her parents hire ten bodyguards to stand guard outside the delivery room. Cora Norris, Ivy's mother, takes Ivy's hand and remarks, "Don't worry, Ivy. We'll make sure he can't get within two feet of you! Your dad is standing guard outside with the bodyguards. If he dares to stop you from having the baby, we'll report him to the police!" Ivy nods, her complexion pale, but she instinctively looks toward the door anyway. She doesn't see why I can't be more understanding of her. All she wants to do is help Toby have a child to carry on his family name. The birth proceeds without me showing up to cause a scene. She smiles gladly when she sees the crying baby in the nurse's arms. She thinks to herself that if I visit her tomorrow, she is willing to forget all about our previous fights. She is even willing to let me be the baby's father. What she doesn't know is that I've already submitted my application to the Alliance of Nations. In seven days, I will be leaving the country to become a field doctor for the Frontline Medical Corp, a humanitarian organization. I won't be coming back ever again.

Justin Davidson and Eva Walker, the long-lost heiress of the Walker family, fell in love. But Eva's adopted sister, Stella, drove a wedge between them. Even after Stella’s death, Justin couldn’t let go of her. He trampled Eva’s dignity, hurt her body, and forced her to wear Stella’s wedding dress and ring when he proposed. Eva’s parents only had eyes for Stella, too. To pressure Eva further, Justin even went so far as to hurt Eva's grandmother, the one who had raised her. On the day of the wedding rehearsal, Eva finally decided to walk away. However, when the truth came out, Justin dropped to his knees and begged her not to leave.

I was locked in a fridge for 40 days while the uncensored photos of me spread like wildfire across the internet. In the face of the salacious rumors about me, my mother reacted by reposting them. Then, she turned to warn my sister, "Look at how disgusting the entertainment industry is. Don't join it, alright? Stay home and inherit your sister's assets instead. My dearest daughter must be innocent and pure, unlike her." She forgot. She forgot I only joined this 'disgusting' industry to pay for her cancer treatment.

The life trial system "If You Think You Can Do Better, Prove It" burst onto the scene like a traveling circus promising wonders. The idea was plain enough: "If you reckon someone's life is a mess, and you think you can do better, go ahead and prove it. There's a reward waiting if you do." Before I knew it, my whole family had me pegged for the fool in the middle of the show. There was my mother, dreaming of turning me into some grand goose; my husband, who'd spent years dodging his rightful share of the family load; and my son, mortified by the very sight of me. They shoved me onto the "judgment seat" like I was the villain of the tale. Every last one of them swore up and down that, given my place, they'd manage my life better than I ever could. The stakes? Well, if they pulled it off, my consciousness would be erased—gone, wiped out like a mistake on a chalkboard—and turned into their personal servant. On top of that, they'd waltz off with a cool million dollars. But if they couldn't? Then I'd be the one raking in three million dollars. Now that's a gamble for the ages, isn't it?

Amelia had always been spirited and headstrong, and when she found her first real love, she was convinced that she had found her happily ever after. But when she uncovered her boyfriend's heartbreaking betrayal, she was shattered and felt that her perfect dream had been destroyed. Unexpectedly, Amelia's father announced that he had arranged a marriage for her. Amelia was appalled; she had no desire to be tied down to a man she had never met. She was determined to take control of her own destiny and refused to accept her father's wishes. To Amelia's surprise, the stranger she was to marry proved to be quite charming and intriguing. As they began to get to know one another, sparks flew and a passionate romance blossomed. Despite the obstacles they faced, Amelia and her husband to be, fought together for the right to choose their own destiny. Through this tumultuous journey, Amelia discovered that hope and happiness can be found in the most unexpected places. With the help of her newfound love, she was able to reclaim her life and create the future she had always dreamed of.

The night before the company went public, my wife told me she had a surprise for me and reminded me to dress up for the occasion. I thought she was planning to reveal our secret relationship, and I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep all night. However, the next day, in front of everyone, she announced that I was a creepy obsessive admirer. On top of that, she revoked my promotion and gave my position to her first love who had just returned to the country. Everyone was waiting to see me humiliated. I froze for a moment but quickly composed myself, walking up to her first love with a faint smile. Then, I took off the badge on my chest and placed it on him. “As the new director, you should celebrate, shouldn't you? How about a wedding? I’ll officiate for you two.” Glaring at me coldly, my wife told me to get lost and stop embarrassing myself. What they didn’t know was that I was the key connection holding the entire company together. If I left, none of the investors would back them anymore.

I was three months pregnant when my fiancé left me to marry his first love, Isabella Thompson. Soon after, I was in a car accident. I survived, but our baby didn't. My childhood friend, Daniel Smith, found out and insisted on marrying me despite his family's objections. He spent a fortune on the best doctors to ensure I recovered fully. Later, he arranged a grand proposal, confessing he had loved me for years. I was touched and agreed to marry him. But three years later, I overheard his conversation with his friend, Mike Perez. "Remember years ago when Isabella stole Jessica's fiancé? To avoid any future trouble for Isabella, you married Jessica and even caused that car accident, which killed the baby she was carrying. Now, can she even get pregnant anymore?" Mike asked. "No, I love Isabella," Daniel replied. "I just didn't want to have any babies with Jessica, so I put birth control in her water." I trembled, unable to believe what I had heard. It turned out Isabella was also Daniel's first love. I figured it was time for me to leave.

เพราะว่ารัก.....ก็เลยยอมให้เขาทำร้าย ดันเห็นกงจักรกลายเป็นดอกไม้ ยิ่งห้ามยิ่งเตือนหัวใจตัวเองเท่าไหร่ก็ไม่ฟัง จะเป็นยังไง ถ้าวันหนึ่งเราได้รู้ว่าคนที่แอบชอบมาตั้งหลายปี เขาไม่ได้เป็นแบบที่เราคิด เขาไม่ได้ใสซื่อเหมือนที่แสดง เขามีอีกด้านที่เราไม่เคยรู้จักมาก่อน ทุกสิ่งที่เคยคิดว่าเขาเป็น และมันทำให้เราหลงใหลในตัวเขา มันไม่มีอะไรจริงเลยสักอย่าง เราจะทำอย่างไร จะเดินหน้าต่อไป หรือจะถอยหลังกลับ ความสัมพันธ์บางอย่างก็เหมือนกับการที่เราหยิบงูขึ้นมาอุ้มไว้ในอ้อมแขน ปล่อยให้มันรัด ให้มันพันรอบตัวโดยที่ไม่ทันสังเกต ไม่ได้เฉลียวใจ เพราะคิดว่ามันไม่มีพิษภัย แต่ลืมไปว่ามันก็สามารถกินเราได้เช่นกัน เช่นเดียวกับการที่เราเอาตัวเข้าไปในชีวิตของใครคนหนึ่ง ได้ทำความรู้จักแล้ว เอาตัวเข้าไปข้องเกี่ยวไปผูกพันแล้ว ก็ไม่อาจสลัดทิ้งได้โดยง่าย ถึงแม้เราจะพยายามที่จะทอดถอนตัวออกมาแค่ไหน ก็ไม่อาจหลีกหนีได้พ้น

The Alpha of the Grey Peak pack has been blessed by the Goddess with twins, Moira and Patrick. But as the time nears to name the next Alpha, the fight for who will run the pack pits Alpha against Luna and the twins against each other. Moira's wolf is an Alpha Wolf and they posses all the traits and powers of an Alpha, but the pack's traditions state that Patrick should be the next Alpha. As the Luna pushes to uphold tradition and the Alpha seeks to protect his pack, both young werewolves must grow up, find their mates, and accept the future before them.

When my husband accompanies his childhood sweetheart to the vet to treat her pet fish, my son accidentally spills his drink on her. My husband watches as his childhood sweetheart's eyes redden. Then, he slaps my son hard and throws a stack of cash at him. "This is your chance to make up for your mistakes. Buy Wendy a dress—make sure it's white!" My son dries his tears while holding onto the money. He roams the streets, searching for a white dress in the middle of the night. When he finally finds one, he ends up getting beaten to death by some drunk hooligans. Even in death, he clutches the bloodied skirt tightly. I burst into tears of despair as I hold onto his body and call my husband over a dozen times. However, he's too busy with his childhood sweetheart's fish. He blocks my number. When he finally calls me back, he sounds icy and angry. "Wendy is still waiting for that dress! Where has the little brat gone to? Can't he even handle such a simple task?"