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I came home a day early from my business trip and hid in the closet to surprise Eric Carter. At seven, he told the housekeeper to cook several dishes. At nine, he told me hoarsely that he had taken a bath and changed the bedsheets in my room. He was sure that I would love it. I did not believe him because I had heard him moaning in bed with Willow Summers for three hours from the closet. Willow Summers was his childhood sweetheart and my sister. I clicked on a webpage from my cell without hesitation. "Miss Summers, your appointment for creating a fake death has been confirmed. Time of Death: One week later Location of Death: The wedding hall on the top floor of the Century Building Cause of Death: Suicide from jumping off a building!"

When Brandon Henderson, the CEO of Zenith Incorporated, discovers that he has fallen deeply in love with Emma, his best friend's teenage daughter, he distances himself from her and forbids her from coming near his estate. In an attempt to further scare Emma away, Brandon marries her sworn enemy. However, Emma manipulates her way into Brandon's estate and uncovers a plot by Brandon's wife to harm him on their wedding night. Emma manages to foil this plan, but in the process, she ends up having a passionate night with Brandon, who was drunk. Little did Emma know that seeing Brandon's nakedness would be the start of her nightmares. Unfortunately, Emma is imprisoned and tortured by Brandon's enemies. The day she would be killed and Brandon framed for her murder, Brandon discovers that the girl he slept with on his wedding night was none other than Emma, his best friend's teenage daughter – someone he had vowed never to touch. Would Brandon push Emma away or continue to secretly live with her? And how would he confess to his best friend, the person who saved his life, that he slept with his daughter and that she already has a child with him? In the midst of this conflict, Emma loses her memory and her family quickly arranges a marriage between her and Kaiden – a man she hates so much. It then becomes Brandon's turn to save her. But how will Brandon jog Emma's memory, stop the wedding, and bring her back into his arms?

Willow Wildwoods is a witch, she has self esteem issues mostly stemming from her poor relationships and her narcissistic boyfriend. She is a curvy girl and an artist, but when a full moon ritual and a wish opens up a whole new world where she discovers her boyfriend isn’t what he seems and that she has four supernatural fated mates she is in for a wild ride. Hikaru’s private jet sets down at Logan Airport under the full moon and they get ushered to a penthouse where they will be under the protection of werewolves. The little nonbinary fox shifter will have a personal guard who they immediately realize is their fated mate. Asim doesn’t like the idea of babysitting a fox shifter. He’s a warrior and Alpha Guard, why should he have to babysit some foreign fox shifter? How is he supposed to do his duty when that little shifter turns out to be the mate he has been waiting to meet his entire life? Aiden gave up on love and meeting his mate. His fated mate didn’t even acknowledge the bond 200 years ago, so now that he has met Willow and has a second chance he won’t let her slip through his claws at any cost. He will have the little witch paint a mural for his supernatural nightclub and show her just how generous dragon shifters can be. Raff seems to be carefree, skateboarding through the underground fae markets and creating street art by day, bartending by night. But he knows there is more to life and his girlfriend isn’t it. How do they all come together and what about these mysterious disappearances of supernatural beings that keep occurring? How is it connected to them?

พนิตนันท์ นักศึกษาสาวน้อย 19 ปี หางานพิเศษทำเพื่อนำเงินมาเป็นค่าใช้จ่ายส่วนตัว จะได้ไม่ต้องรบกวนทางบ้านที่กำลังประสบปัญหาทางการเงินมีหนี้ท่วมหัว สาวน้อยบังเอิญเจอ "ฤทธิ ฤทธิไกรรังสรรค์" หนุ่มวัยสามสิบห้าเจ้าของคฤหาสน์หลังงามท้ายซอยเดียวกันกับชุมชนที่หล่อนอาศัยอยู่ ฤทธิเคยช่วยเหลือหล่อนมาหลายครั้งนับแต่วัยเด็ก มาครั้งนี้เขาก็ยื่นมือเข้ามาช่วยอีกครั้งด้วยการรับปากจะหางานให้เพราะจำได้ว่าภรรยากำลังมองหาผู้ช่วยส่วนตัวอยู่นั่นเอง เขานำเรื่องนี้ไปบอกภรรยา และลินินก็ยินดีรับสาวน้อยมาเป็นผู้ช่วยของตนทันที แต่ทุกอย่างกลับตาลปัตรเมื่อฤทธิตื่นขึ้นมาในเช้าวันหนึ่งแล้วพบว่า ตนอยู่บนเตียงกับสาวน้อยที่ให้ความช่วยเหลือในสภาพที่เปลือยกายกันทั้งคู่ ฤทธิโกรธเป็นฟืนเป็นไฟเพราะเข้าใจว่าสาวน้อยรับเงินจากภรรยาของเขาเพื่อมารับหน้าที่อุ้มบุญให้ตามที่ภรรยาเคยมาเกริ่นไว้ว่าก่อนหน้า เนื่องจากเจ้าตัวไม่สามารถมีลูกได้ พนิตนันท์ตกใจกับสิ่งที่เกิดขึ้นไม่น้อย หล่อนจะขอลาออก แต่แล้วก็ได้รู้ความจริงว่า...แม่รับเงินก้อนโตมาโดยมีข้อแลกเปลี่ยนนั่นก็คือ...หล่อนต้องอุ้มบุญให้เขาและภรรยา

My husband only married me for a family alliance, but his heart was always with his first love. To please her, he even threw her a grand wedding. He forced me to play the wedding march at their ceremony. When I hit a single wrong note, he stood by as she drove steel needles through my fingers. “Weren’t you so proud of being a pianist? Then I’ll take that away from you.” “This is my revenge for forcing me into this marriage!” Later, I got pregnant. However, Yaron Hayes, my husband, left for an extravagant trip abroad with Ellie Jensen. When he finally returned and saw my swollen belly, he immediately assumed I had cheated. He locked me in a closet, forcing me to endure a brutal childbirth alone—one that cost me my life. Yet when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the Hayes family arranged our marriage. This time, I let go of my foolish devotion. I booked a flight to study abroad in half a month. “The sky is vast, and birds are meant to be free. It's time for me to follow my own path.”

I had always shared a perfect relationship with my mother-in-law, Betsy Dutton. We were the model pair of a wealthy family. She and my father-in-law, Rourke Dutton had been childhood sweethearts, their bond seemingly unbreakable. But one day, she told me something that changed my entire perception of them.  She clutched my hand and tears were streaming down her face. “Naomi,” she sobbed, “your father-in-law… he’s been keeping a mistress. They even have a child together! “For over ten years, I’ve been in the dark, made into a laughingstock!” My throat tightened, and I couldn’t hold back my own confession.  “Mom, actually… Julius is no better. He bought a whole apartment building for his mistress!” We wept in each other’s arms, our heartbreak spilling out in waves.  After what felt like an eternity, she sniffled and straightened herself. “Men are utterly unreliable creatures!” “I’m done with that old man, Naomi!” I gripped her hand tightly. “Mom, wherever you go, I’ll follow. I’m done with Julius, too!”

There was a ten-year gap between me and my sister-in-law, but we got along surprisingly well, especially given that we were both in an absurdly rich family. Then, one day, she came to me, bawling and clutching a photo in her hand. "Your brother is cheating on me! He has a family somewhere else! For more than ten years! I'm getting a divorce!" Crying, I showed her a message I got from my husband's mistress. "That bastard Christopher has a mistress! I'm leaving this home!"

On New Year's Eve, I prepare a feast. The clock strikes twelve, but my husband, Vincent Porter, still isn't home. My daughter, Lorelei Porter, tugs at my sleeve and holds up my phone. "Look Mommy, Daddy is at this lady's house!" Vincent has posted an update on Twitter. He is with Christine Snow, his childhood sweetheart. They are smiling at the camera, with a boy who looks about ten standing between them. In front of them sits a swan-shaped cake. The caption reads, "The most special day for the most special you." My heart sinks into my stomach. A marriage that came later in life can never compete with a pair of childhood sweethearts. I accept defeat.

My boyfriend, Harvey Seinfeld, got diagnosed with cancer and needed a liver transplant. When I found out I was a match, I didn't think twice. Two-thirds of my liver—gone. The pain was brutal. As soon as I came to, I dragged myself to his room. Right before I walked in, I heard him laughing with his friends. "Harvey, you're a genius for coming up with such an epic revenge plan." He snorted. "If I didn't have to keep it low-key, I would've taken a kidney just for fun. "It's her fault Vivi bombed her art exam and had to study abroad. Vivi's coming back next month. That's when I'll be done with her for good."

On my birthday, my husband of five years accompanied his childhood sweetheart to celebrate her dog's birthday. Avery Simpson published a loving post: [The happiest baby in the world. Mom and Dad will be with you. I hope you're always happy.] Seeing the words "Mom and Dad", I commented a question mark with confusion. The next moment, I found myself blocked. Charles Logan called me and lashed out at me. "Why do you always have to mess things up at the worse possible time? You're worse than a dog. How despicable!" Shortly after, Avery changed her profile picture to one of her and Charles, hands intertwined. When I saw the obvious provocation, I didn't get angry like before. That's because I had already made up my mind to get a divorce.