Triple Chocolate Cheesecake Murder

Five years ago, Gary Cooper proposed to me 99 times just to marry me. Five years later, to cheer up the secretary he adored, he handed me 99 divorce papers. "Relax. I'm not actually divorcing you. I'm just humoring her. Just pretend like you always do. There's no need to sign." When Gary said it, he was even smiling. As for me, the heartbreak I once felt had long since faded. Now, there was barely a ripple left. I suddenly remembered what day it was and asked quietly, "Will you be home for dinner tonight?" He paused for a moment, then casually shook his head. "Probably not. Today's kind of special. I don't want her to get jealous." I nodded and watched him walk out the door. Then, I picked up a pen and carefully signed my name on the 99th divorce agreement.

It all started when my sister made an offhand remark while sponsoring a poor student. She told him it was a coincidence that we were born on the same day, at the exact hour too. That comment made him convince himself that he was the real heir, that we were switched at birth. Soon after, he showed up with two thugs, kidnapped me, and planned to kill me to reclaim his life. I called my fiancée for help in desperation. Instead of saving me, she told me impatiently that I deserved to die for stealing his life. Her friend showed up to save me, but neither of us made it out alive after I was pushed into the river. I was back on the day when I was kidnapped when I opened my eyes again. When the poor student laughed and told me to pick someone to leave my last words to, I did not hesitate to call my sister. Their fates were sealed, with another chance at life, I would make sure to make them pay, and show them who the real heir was.

I got off work early and walked into the living room, only to find my wife lounging lazily on the couch. And next to her? Some random dude I didn't recognize. "Babe, you know I'm obsessed with that sweet, milky smell," he said, sipping away like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. That was it—I completely lost it. Meanwhile, our baby was in the corner, crying her lungs out, hungry and ignored. I didn't even think twice. I grabbed the broom by the door and stormed in, ready to raise hell.

My mother had been hospitalized. My boyfriend worked as a doctor at the same hospital. You would think he would have visited her often, but he never did. Not once. On the first day of her stay, he did not come because he had taken a day off. His childhood friend was moving, and she needed his help. On the second day, that same childhood friend appeared at the hospital as an intern. He followed her everywhere and showed her the ropes. He handled anything she asked for, no matter how small. It went on like that, day after day. My mother's ward was on the thirteenth floor. His office was on the seventeenth. All it would have taken was a ten-second elevator ride or a two-minute walk down the stairs. Even so, Sebastian did not visit her for more than twenty days. My mother recovered. I picked her up by myself and took her to the train station. While I was on the way, he texted me. Sebastian: [Suzy's pet dog is getting vaccinated today. I need to drive her there first.] This time, I replied. [Got it. Drive safely. By the way, we're over.]

Like me, it seemed my younger sister was reborn. In our past life, she was obsessed with the golden boy of the elite circle. She would ditch classes, get into fights, and race through the streets at night all for him. In the end, she died for him in a storm and blamed me for all of it. After her rebirth, she manipulated our parents into transferring me to his class, notorious for being the worst in school. "Sis, this time, it’s your turn to get bullied by him. To fall for him. To suffer like I did." I just smiled. Coming back to life didn’t make her any smarter. Even if she lived a hundred lifetimes, she would never be a match for me.

When the earthquake struck, Pierse Jones instinctively shielded me with his body, taking the full brunt of the impact and suffering multiple fractures. In the hospital room, the girl in the next bed looked at me with envy and said, “Your husband didn’t even care about his own life to save you. He really loves you.” I forced a smile. “Yeah.” But just last night, after I had fallen asleep, he slipped into the bathroom, his voice soft and soothing as he spoke to someone else—his little mistress, “I’m fine, don’t cry. Be good.” “As long as I think of you, I’m not afraid of anything.” Pierse and I grew up together, from childhood sweethearts to each other’s first love. We had been together for ten years, admired by everyone as the perfect couple. No one knew he had a mistress on the side, a girl who looked just like me when I was eighteen.

เมื่อราชาปีศาจที่โหดเหี้ยม ถูกผนึกไว้โดยเทพสงครามองค์ก่อน นางสละชีวิตตนเองสร้างผนึกขึ้นมาและไม่มีใครสามารถจะปลดผนึกนี้ได้ แต่เวลาผ่านไปหลายหมื่นปีกับมีหญิงสาวคนหนึ่งบังเอิญไปทำให้ผนึกนี้ปลดออก

นิยายวายฟีลดีแต่พระเอก Red Flag เมื่อนักศึกษาหนุ่มแฟนบอยต้องมาเป็นผู้จัดการให้กับศิลปินที่ตัวเองชอบ ไนท์ นักแสดงหนุ่มหน้าใหม่ เจ้าของฉายาหนุ่มหล่อหน้าตี๋ มีคนที่ไม่ชอบขี้หน้าอยู่คือ คนโปรด ลูกชายเพื่อนสนิทของพ่อตัวเอง กลับกันคนโปรดนักศึกษาหนุ่มคณะนิเทศปี 4 ที่มีความใฝ่ฝันอยากจะเป็นนักแสดงกลับมองว่าเขาคือไอดอล วันหนึ่งคนโปรดได้ไปฝึกงานในค่ายที่เขากำลังทำงานอยู่ ดูเหมือนว่าโชคชะตาจะเล่นตลกกับเขา เพราะผู้จัดการคนเก่าที่สนิทกันกับเขาได้ยื่นไม้ต่อให้กับคนโปรด ให้เป็นผู้จัดการส่วนตัวของเขา โดยที่ไม่ฟังคำคัดค้านจากเขาผู้เป็นศิลปินเลย ซึ่งหน้าที่นี้คนโปรดเองก็ไม่คิดไม่ฝันมาก่อนเช่นกัน ถึงแบบนั้นไนท์ก็ไม่ได้หาผู้จัดการคนใหม่มาแทนแต่อย่างใด แต่การปฏิบัติกับคนโปรดนั้น ดูเหมือนจะอยากให้อีกฝ่ายลาออกไปจากหน้าที่นี้เองซะมากกว่า เพราะมันค่อนข้างที่จะละลาบละล้วงอีกฝ่ายมาก การทำงานร่วมกัน ทำให้ทั้งสองสนิทกันขึ้น รวมทั้งใกล้ชิดกันมากขึ้น จนถึงขั้นได้หลับนอนด้วยกัน ครั้งแรกอาจเป็นเพียง เพราะความเผลอไผล แต่มันมีครั้งต่อไปนี่สิ

จากแผนร้ายที่เห็นเธอเป็นแค่หมาก เขาต้องการแยกเธอออกห่างจากว่าที่สามีของน้องสาวตน แต่ดันตกหลุมรักหมากตัวนี้จนโงหัวไม่ขึ้น

My name is Cassie Aster. I was born Cassandra Burton. I wasn’t born rich, or with a powerful name. But I was born smart—some would say lucky. At fifteen, I entered a contest for a scholarship to the most prestigious school in the country: Aster Academy of Excellence. Out of more than four hundred applicants, only five were chosen. By sixteen, I was walking through its gates. That’s where I met him—Jacob Aster. The son of the school’s owners. The heir to one of the wealthiest families on Earth. I fell for him immediately, but I rejected him—over a hundred times. My studies, my scholarship, my future came first. To him, that meant only one thing: he had to buy my love. Over a decade later, we’re married. And to the world, I’m the luckiest girl alive—proof that fairy tales come true. From rags to riches, just like that. But I never thought of myself as having only rags. And I didn’t marry him for his riches. Still, every time he strays, he buys my forgiveness—for $100,000. For him, I gave up my career. For him, I live like a caged bird, taken out only for display. For him, I die a little every day. Every time my card doesn’t decline, my heart does. Most of his women at least have the shame to stay out of my sight. But not her. Coral Monroue is shameless. He favors her now. And I can’t help but wonder— will she be the one who finally pushes me to leave?