The Tower Reversed: Back To 18

เมื่อจำเป็นต้องมีแฟนเพื่อหนีคู่นอนที่อยากเลื่อนสถานะจากเพื่อนนอนเป็นคนรัก ภรัณจำเป็นต้องใช้ผู้หญิงที่ดูไม่ตรงสเป็กที่สุดเป็นแฟนปลอม ก็สเป็กเขามัน ขาว สวย หมวย อึ๋ม แต่ยายเด็กตรงหน้าเรียกได้ว่าตรงข้ามทุกอย่างโดยเฉพาะนม นี่สินะที่ใคร ๆ ชอบเปรียบเปรยว่ากระดาน เมื่อเงินเป็นเรื่องจำเป็นอย่างเร่งด่วนข้อเสนอของเขาก็น่าสนใจ ผู้ชายรวย ๆ แต่โง่นิด ๆ และแน่นอนว่าเธอไม่ต้องระวังหัวใจตัวเองในเมื่อเขาไม่ใช่สเป็กของเธอเลยสักนิด ทั้งสองคนอาจประมาทอำนาจของแรงดึงดูดระหว่างชายหญิงจนเกินไป จากที่คิดว่าไม่มีอะไร ไม่ใช่สเป็ก สุดท้ายแล้วก็มีใครบางคนเผลอใจและหวั่นไหวกับความผูกพัน

When I defeated Natalie for the tenth time and claimed the Supermodel Champion title, her childhood sweetheart, Jared Johnson, proposed to me. With his devastatingly handsome face, he walked on stage and kneeled on one knee with a ring in hand. “Will you marry me?” I smiled and said yes. That very night, he became mine. Throughout seven years of marriage, I stepped away from the runway. Instead, I gained three beautiful children. They inherited my supermodel figure and their father’s stunning looks. Together, the four of us turned heads wherever we went. On my birthday, Jared handed me the registration form for the “Supermodel Showdown”. I knew he wanted me to live in Natalie’s shadow and be nothing more than her backdrop. However, I signed my name without hesitation. I already had the best of his genes, after all. Now, it was time to take back the crown that belonged to me.

In the fifth year after migrating to a new country, my wife, Nyra Sinclair, brings her first love, Jacob Griffin, and his daughter, Zoe Griffin, home with her. "Jacob and Zoe are new to this country, so they shall be staying with us for the time being." I get into a huge fight over this matter with Nyra. On my birthday, Nyra hands me a divorce agreement. She urges, "Hurry up and sign it. Jacob needs a green card. We'll have to go through a fake divorce first." With a frown on my face, I try to pry for more details from Nyra, only to get accused that I don't have any sympathy for Jacob at all. A short while later, I see Jacob's latest post on Instagram. "Nyra is getting a divorce for my and Zoe's sake! We finally have a place to call home!" I just leave a like there quietly. After leaving my signature on the divorce agreement, I lodge a request to my company so that I can fly back to my home country, Myrthia.

I have been bound to Ryan Hardin for nine years. He is pureblood, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack. And I… I was chosen as nothing more than a “temporary Luna,” a political pawn to steady the pack’s power. In those nine years, he betrayed me countless times. The first time, on my birthday, he announced that the celebration belonged to another she-wolf he had just met. The second time, I brewed medicine for his injuries, only to be accused by the Elders of bewitching the Alpha. He didn’t defend me—instead, he ordered me to be whipped in front of the entire pack. The third time, I was three months pregnant. He stood there, watching as his childhood sweetheart pushed me down the stone steps. I lost our pup that day. Nine years. Three thousand two hundred nights. I endured his indifference, his humiliation, his contempt. Last night, at the Silverfang Pack’s full-moon feast, he openly entwined his hand with a young Omega’s while I sat abandoned at the far end of the Alpha’s table. Every gaze cut into me—wolves whispering, mocking, savoring the spectacle. It was his 200th betrayal. When the feast ended, Ryan didn’t even look at me. His words were sharper than fangs: “Don’t forget, your Luna title is only temporary.” At dawn, he descended the Alpha’s staircase, his voice cold and commanding as if I were a servant: “Prepare the council’s tea. Now.” I met his gaze without flinching, my voice steady, stripped of all submission. “I’m sorry, Alpha. That is no longer my duty.” He seems to forget—we were never bound by a mark. Ours was an agreement, nothing more. And today marks the third-to-last day before that agreement ends. I gathered the Luna emblem, the wedding ring, and our only wedding photo—and burned them all. In three days, I’ll leave this pack. I will return to the secluded Herbal Academy, reclaim my research. And this time, when I walk away, I will never return.

When Jolaade's world is shattered by heartbreak and loss, she never expects to find love again. But then she meets Zach, a charismatic and successful billionaire actor who sweeps her off her feet. As they embark on a whirlwind romance, Jolaade must confront her dark past and learn to trust again. But Zach has secrets of his own and so does she, and their love is put to the test when their secrets and pasts threaten to tear them apart. Will Jolaade and Zach fight for their love, or will the shadows of their pasts destroy their chance at happiness? Dive into this emotional rollercoaster of a romance to find out. Get ready for a heart-stopping, pulse-pounding ride into the depths of love, lust, and redemption.

Zia Hidalgo knew she was asking for too much. Her husband, Damien‘s heart came with a hefty price. A price that could never be paid, even if she slaved for him for years and abandoned her dreams just to remain by his side, supporting him from the shadows for three years. But what happens when in just one day, all that Zia has ever wanted is dangled in front of her and snatched away by the same family and man that she had sacrificed her soul for in the most cruel way? Zia decides the best way to get her pound of flesh back is by destroying the one thing that Damien loves more than anything in his life. His pride and career. …and what better way to do it than to steal the heart and attention of Ethan Hawkins, the Nation’s most wanted husband and her ex-husband’s Boss. Ethan Hawkins is the man who would go to hell and back for the woman he loves, even if she’s clearly a manipulative daredevil. At least she was HIS. His Little Daredevil.

Blurb: Lucas Sterling was stunned when a DNA test revealed that his three-year-old twins weren't his. His wife, Elena, is devastated as he files for divorce and publicly denounces her. But there’s a twist—Elena’s stepsister, Sabrina, had been scheming behind the scenes, with jealousy as her main motive. Now, years later, Lucas discovers the truth: The twins were his, and Elena was innocent all along. But it’s too late—she’s moved on and built a life without him. As Lucas fights to win her back, he must navigate family betrayal and the growing tension between his heart and his empire. Will their twisted vows of betrayal and passion lead to a second chance, or is the damage irreversible?

In my past life, my boyfriend Jared Xanderson's childhood sweetheart, Cindy Smith, pretends to be a rich heiress and fools around recklessly. When I expose her lies, she snaps and rams her car straight into me. As I lie on the brink of death, Jared's older brother, Mark Xanderson, gets down on his knees and begs him to save me. But Jared doesn't even flinch. "That's impossible. Cindy's of noble status—why would she dirty her hands over a nobody like her? Just because she's dating me doesn't mean she can climb above her station. She needs to remember her place." Mark kneels and pleads for three days and three nights, but it's useless. In the end, he's beaten to death by thugs Cindy sends after him. Even as my heart stops beating, Jared is still defending Cindy. He covers up the evidence and refuses to believe she killed someone, even as she destroys his own brother. Now, reborn, I don't waste time begging Jared to visit me. This time, I call my brother, Eric Spencer, first. "Eric, there's a woman out there impersonating me and running wild. Handle it. Also, about the Xanderson family engagement—I'm switching grooms from Jared to his brother, Mark." Over the years, I've poured massive resources into the Xanderson family, but it seems I've only raised a pack of ungrateful snakes. Now I want to see how long Jared and his precious Cindy can stay on their high horse without me!

I trusted her. I trusted him. Big mistake. When I caught my husband and my best friend tangled in betrayal, my world shattered. And my daughter? She chose her as her new mom. Me? Just a housewife. Just the ‘overbearing mom’ who cared too much. Done. I walked away, leaving their apologies and tears in the dust. My husband dropped to his knees, begging, “Please, come back. We can fix this.”My daughter clung to me, crying, “Mom, don’t leave me.” I laughed: “Fix it? Don’t leave? Too late. You had your chance. I don’t need either of you anymore.”

After her first love died, Sophia Hayes hated me for ten years. I tried to win back her favor every day, but she only responded with cold sneers. "If you really want to make me happy, why don't you just die?" Her words were like daggers to my heart. It was a shock when she died in a pool of blood while trying to save me from an oncoming truck. With her final gaze fixed on me, she whispered, "If only I had never met you." Her mother was inconsolable with grief at the funeral. "I should have let Sophia be with Ethan Brooks. I never should have forced her to marry you!" Her father also looked at me with hatred in his eyes. "Sophia saved your life three times. She was such a wonderful person. Why couldn't it have been you who died instead?" Everyone regretted that Sophia had married me—myself included. I was driven away from the funeral, completely devastated. Three years later, I traveled back to the past after a time machine was invented. This time, I chose to sever all connections with Sophia, giving everyone the version of history they truly desired.