This Isn't Going To End Well

My mother-in-law, Eleanor, was having a heart attack, and my husband, Ben Dover—a heart surgeon—was the only one who could save her. Did I call him? Nope. I just stood there, watching her gasp like a fish out of water. In my last life, I'd begged Ben to come save her. He brushed me off, accusing me of interrupting his time with his mistress, Ima Schit. No matter how much I pleaded, he wouldn't come. Eleanor had died in the hospital. And when Johnny, my father-in-law, demanded answers, Ben flipped the script, saying I'd never even called. He made Eleanor's death my fault. Johnny, blinded by grief and fury, killed me. But plot twist—I woke up. Right back to the day this circus started.

After pulling an all-nighter to finish a group assignment, I wanted only one thing: sleep. I did not even get 10 minutes. My roommate, Ronda Jones, burst into the dorm, raging about class. She shouted into her headset and turned our room into a storm of insults and keyboard slams. When I quietly asked her to keep it down, she turned on me instead. Then the power went out, and a 5-dollar electricity bill became the excuse she had been waiting for. I refused to split it. That single decision set everything in motion.

We'd been legally married for seven years, yet my CEO "fiance", Jared Lane, had ditched me at the altar thirteen times. At our first wedding, his assistant, Maeve Fischer, scraped her leg. I spent the entire day waiting alone at the ceremony. At our second wedding, he heard she was sick and tossed the wedding ring away to rush to her side. On every wedding day after that, some accident would conveniently happen to her. By the 13th time he bailed, I had had enough and decided to walk away. But when I found comfort in another man's arms, Jared lost his mind trying to win me back.

I accompany my husband, Michael Yates, to a stationed assignment on a remote island. Out at sea, a sudden storm hits. The ship capsizes and begins to sink. As the commanding officer, my husband gives the last life vest to his so-called godsister, Naomi Hollister. I don't cry or scream. I just watch silently as he carefully fastens the straps around her body. In my past life, I had clutched my pregnant belly and begged him for help. After a brief hesitation, he finally put the vest on me. But Naomi was swept away by the waves, and her body later washed up on shore. Only half of it remained. Michael insisted it wasn't my fault. He also said that saving me was his duty, both morally and professionally. He even took leave to stay by my side before I gave birth. But when my water broke in the dead of night, he pushed me into the sea. His eyes were bloodshot and burning with hatred. "Leah, if it weren't for you, Mimi would still be alive! Did you really have to force me to give you the vest when you were just pregnant? Couldn't you have waited a little longer? Why do you get to live? Go down there and die with her!" I drown, and fish tear my body apart. I die without even a full corpse left behind. And then, I open my eyes. I'm back on the day of the storm.

I, Xavier Locke, had married the same woman, Melanie Slater, seven times. But for the sake of her first love, Leonard Blueman, she divorced me seven times. The first time we got married, she told me, "I'll only love you for the rest of my life." But every time Leonard came back to the country, she sang a different tune. "Can't you be more sensible? How can you bear to stand by and let Lenny be called a homewrecker who snatches a married woman from her husband?" The first time we divorced, I cut my wrists to make her stay. I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance, but she never showed up even once to see me. The third time we divorced, I humbled myself and applied to be her assistant at her company. I did that just so I could see her a little more. By the sixth divorce, I had learned to quietly pack my things and move out of the home we shared. My hysteria, my repeated backing down, and my tolerant compromises brought me nothing—just Melanie repeatedly divorcing and remarrying me. Time and time again, she pulled the same trick. With history repeating itself, I decided enough was enough. After hearing that Leonard was coming back again, this time, I handed her the divorce papers myself. As always, she set a date for our next remarriage. But what she didn't know… was that I was leaving for good this time.

When his long-time girlfriend breaks up with him and leaves the country, Elliot Cyrus is devastated. Still stuck on his ex, Elliot meets freshly unemployed Wanda Davis who needs a new job, while he needs a fiancee to be able to inherit his grandfather's company. Elliot offers Wanda a mouth-watering deal. "I need a fiancee." he tells her, promising her money she knows she can never get ordinarily. His intention is to use Wanda to stall in hopes his true love will return. Later on, his ex-girlfriend Tara Lawrence returns and Elliot wants her back, he pays Wanda who is already in love with him and tries to win his ex back but when he sees Wanda moving on, he feels jealous but he can't seem to let Tara go either. Who does Elliot truly love and who will he choose?

Anna Chris is a normal girl, until the day she discovered she was a vampire of a new generation. in this modern world, vampire’s status has been reduced, What should ana do to hide her true identity? To deal with this issue, She must fight her strong primal instincts and make a important choice. With an interest in vampire research, Paul Henry took aim at her, Will Henry become a danger when he is her best friend? To make a pact belongs to her, how will the little girl grow up in the future?

Nicole Xander never imagined her life would shatter in one night. Drugged and betrayed by the one person she trusted most, she found herself stumbling down a lonely midnight road-barefoot, disheveled, and desperate to escape. When a sleek Maybach pulled up beside her, she thought it was God offering her safety. But inside was Timothy Cole, a dangerously powerful businessman with a reputation for ruthlessness. One look at Nicole, and something primal snapped inside him. What began as a night of uncontrollable passion should have ended there... but destiny had other plans. To Nicole, he's her arrogant, obsessive boss. To Timothy, she's the one woman he cannot release. Their every encounter blurs the line between desire and madness, until one question lingers: Is this love, lust... or dangerous obsession?

Seorang anak yang dibesarkan oleh seorang wanita di dalam hutan. Identitas keduanya cukup misterius. Setelah beberapa tahun kemudian, anak tersebut menemukan alasannya berada di dunia ini. Dia memutuskan untuk mengambil jalan hidupnya sendiri tanpa terikat oleh siapapun.

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