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I was married to Gideon Strathmore for eight years, but he was unfaithful, bringing home different women. The 100th, Vesper Quinn, smirked at me and turned to him, saying, "This is your useless wife, huh?" Gideon leaned back in his chair and lazily nodded. Emboldened by his attitude, she strutted over and patted my cheek. "Listen closely to what a real woman sounds like." That night, moans filled the living room. I couldn't escape them. The next morning, Gideon ordered me to breakfast as usual. I refused, unwilling to be his puppet any longer. He forgot our marriage was based on a contract, and it was due in three days.

Just one night and her life turned for worst. from being the Generals favorite, respected, well-known daughter she turned into the rejected and most mocked young lady of the City #You Are Mine Now, Don

-กราฟ- คิดยังไงกับปั้นหยาเหรอครับ? ไซต์หมากระเป๋าแบบนั้นห่างไกลคำว่าสเปคของผมเยอะ ที่เห็นควงๆ ก็แค่เอามาแก้ขัดกับ...แก้แค้น -ปั้นหยา- อย่าถามว่าฉันคิดยังไงกับไอ้พี่กราฟอีกนะคะ ไอ้เฮงซวยที่ทั้งชีวิตมีแต่กราฟความเลวระยำแบบนั้นเอาไปทำหมันเถอะค่ะ อย่าปล่อยให้ไปแพร่พันธ์ที่ไหนเลย!

Celine has been hiding for years now–escaping from the marriage that her father wanted. Marrying someone she doesn't know for her is like killing herself in front of the church. She's a princess of a known country, and now she's living like a normal person. From branded clothes to cheap ones. From mansion to a small apartment. And now, she's working in a restaurant that her best friend owned. She's living now in the Philippines and still hiding her identity to everyone because she's afraid that someone might know her real identity, that's why she always puts on a wig and acts like a nerd. Everything's going smooth for her, then a man named Venz came. She never looks at the eyes of every man, but Venz was the exception. When she looked into his eyes, there's something that she couldn't explain. She thought that staring at that man's eyes would only happen once, but fate was playful when Venz asked her to be his fake significant other. Playing the song entitled "The way you look at me" —Christian Bautista

"อื้อออ ซี๊ดด กระแทกแรงๆ เลยค่ะที่รัก อ๊ะ อ๊ะ" ปัง! "แอล!" "เฮ๊ย! เข้ามาทำไมวะ" "ยังกล้าถามอีกเหรอ ฉันมากกว่าไหมที่ต้องถามนายว่ากำลังทำบ้าอะไร" "ซี๊ดดด เอากันอยู่ไง ไม่มีตาดูรึไง" "ก็เพราะมีตาดูไง ถึงได้ถาม นายทำแบบนี้ได้ยังไง นายคบกับฉันแต่มาเอากับผู้หญิงคนอื่นนี่นะ!" "ก็เธอไม่ให้ฉันเอา ฉันก็ต้องมาเอากับคนอื่นสิวะ รู้แล้วก็รีบออกไปสักที ขัดจังหวะชิบ"

ใคร ๆ ก็เป็นเมียผมได้ทั้งนั้นล่ะครับ ใครนอนกับผมแล้วอยากจะครางแทนตัวว่า เมีย ก็ตามสบาย แต่ผม “ไม่เคยเป็นผัวของใคร” ก็แค่นั้นเอง

จะมารักอะไรในวันที่เธอเดินออกมา ทำไมตอนที่เราสองคนอยู่ด้วยกันเขาจึงไม่เห็นคุณค่า นี่สินะที่เรียกว่าไม่เห็นโลงศพไม่หลั่งน้ำตา

I've been married to Ryan Hardin for nine years. He's a pureblood and the Alpha of Silverfang Pack. And I'm just a "temporary Luna" picked for a political alliance within the pack. In those nine years, he's brought home 199 women. Tonight makes it 200. She's a freshly turned Omega who flirted with Ryan at a party. He didn't turn her down. Instead, he brought her back to the home we share. When the woman walks through the door and sees me sitting on the living room couch, she doesn't bother hiding the mockery in her eyes. "Alpha Ryan, so this is the Luna you still haven't bothered to mark?" she asks with a smirk. Ryan leans back in his chair and answers lazily, "Yeah." She strolls over, looks down at me, and smiles smugly. Then, she reaches out and pats my face. Her voice is soft, but every word drips with provocation. "Make sure you listen tonight. I'll show you what it really takes to drive Alpha Ryan wild." That night, I'm forced to sit outside their door, listening to every sound as they sleep together. It feels like a ritual meant to strip me of every last shred of dignity. By morning, Ryan comes downstairs like nothing happened. His expression is cold as he orders, "Make breakfast. I want raw meat and coffee." I tell him no. Maybe he's forgotten, but we're only bound by an agreement. We've never officially been marked as mates. And today is the third-to-last day before that agreement ends.

My usually cold and distant wife shared a bowl of soup with her newly joined colleague. Surprisingly, I felt calm, even as I brought up divorce. She sneered at me, "Don't be ridiculous. I'm exhausted. He's just a colleague of mine." "Even if we're married, you have no right to interfere with what I do with my colleagues." "If that's what you think, then I can't help you." When I actually put the divorce papers in front of her, she flew into a rage. "Ryan, do you think the Wagners were still what they used to be? You're nothing without me!"

Emillia Lucille has everything. Money, looks, fame, family. You name it, she has it. Her luxury is never ending, so is her career as a model in an international agency owned by her father. Many envy her. Many tried to be her, but they failed. She is invincible. With her cold heart and charming look, she became the person every man and woman wanted and hated at the same time. But everything changed when she received a photo from an anonymous sender. A photo she ought to keep until she dies. A photo that can harm not only her career but also herself. A photo that will reunite her with her lost self and its acquaintances. Will she be able to reconnect to the past and fight the situation she was fated to face? Or will she be forever locked from it? And just like it, will she remain so far away?