Ugly Duckling Perfect Match

After Dad cheated and divorced Mom, I did not choose Mom, who walked away with nothing. Instead, I chose Dad, who clearly favored his illegitimate son, Oliver Brooks. It was only because after their divorce, Mom's obsession with reconciliation romance novels got me killed twice. In my first life, Mom was so desperate for Dad's respect that she willingly gave up everything in the divorce just to take me with her. In the end, my heart condition flared up, and without money for treatment, I died in agony on that hospital bed. In my second life, I went against Mom's wishes and asked Dad for the surgery money upfront. However, Mom was hell-bent on pushing Dad onto a so-called redemption path, forced me to go bungee jumping the day before my surgery. Dad tried to stop me from jumping, but he was speeding and ended up in a fatal car crash. Mom blamed everything on me. With pure hatred in her eyes, she shoved me off that cliff. "Useless piece of trash! Not only can't you help me win your father back, but you got him killed too. You might as well die with him!" That moment made everything crystal clear: Mom never actually loved me. She just saw me as a tool to get Dad back. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mom demanded a divorce from Dad, for the third time.

After the college entrance exam, my parents left me at home and took their adopted daughter on a trip to the beach. A typhoon hit, and the three of them never came back. When the news reached me, I did not cry or throw a tantrum. I had their deaths registered right away and pulled out the life insurance I had bought in advance. I received one hundred million in compensation. My fiance scolded me for caring only about money. What he did not know was that I had been reborn. In my past life, after I learned about their deaths, the huge debts they had left behind fell on me. I gave up the chance to go to college and started working to pay everything back. I fought to protect our ancestral home from debt collectors. My fiance stayed with me and cheered me on when I came home late at night from delivery runs. But he never gave me a single cent to help. At thirty-five, I finally cleared every debt. On my birthday, I bought myself a ten-dollar cake to celebrate. Just as I was about to blow out the candle, the door opened. My parents and their adopted daughter, who should have died in the typhoon, walked in dressed in designer clothes. They smiled at me smugly. “Well done! We can finally believe that you aren’t greedy for money. You’ve passed the test. From today, you are qualified to be the daughter of the Jameson family.” “Jane, this brilliant idea was all thanks to you.” My adopted sister smiled. She leaned close and blew out my candle. The only light left in my twenty years of lifetime went out with it. My body gave in to exhaustion. My heart failed. I collapsed and died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, they were about to head to the beach in the middle of the typhoon. I bought a massive accident insurance policy for them on the spot. This time, all I wanted was for them to disappear from this world forever.

At three in the morning, I stare at the unknown transaction record on my phone screen, my fingertips turning cold. The record is for a payment of 2980 dollars, made for an executive suite at the Wisteria. The time of payment was 8:00 pm last night. My husband, Tristan Griffin, is a detective. He was on the night shift last night. I clutch my phone, my knuckles turning white as I text Tristan, "I just saw your credit card bill for a hotel stay last night. What's up with that?" His reply is instant. "Our team had to work overtime at the last minute, so they put us up at the hotel. I forgot to tell you about it." I scan the text and sputter. The Wisteria is located in the western region of the city, which is on the other end from where his squad is stationed. I don't press him for more details and click on the bank app on my phone. Having found the vendor's address through the payment record, I sent it to my best friend, Rowena Sheffield, who works as a private detective. She replies instantly with an "OK" emoji and follows up with, "Give me a second. I'll find out everything you want in a jiffy!"

My husband, Joseph Coleman, falls from the third floor, shatters both legs, and even injures what men fear losing most. I don't rush him to the nearest hospital. Instead, I drive him to a hospital two thousand miles away. In my previous life, Joseph jumped on purpose so the hospital intern he dotes on, Kimberly Parker, could secure a permanent spot by operating on him. He refused the capable surgeons nearby and insisted I take him to the hospital where Kimberly works, just so she can treat him. I turned him down because Kimberly is an untrained intern who got in through connections and has no surgical experience. Joseph had slapped me hard across the face. "I just want to use my injury to help Kim go permanent. Why are you being so petty?" He was dead set on Kimberly treating him. I worried the delay would ruin his legs, so I asked his mother, Diane Lowe, to talk sense into him. But what I never expected was Kimberly jumping from the hospital building when she failed her probation. Meanwhile, Joseph is treated in time, and both legs are spared. On the day he's discharged, I come smiling to take him home, but he runs me down with his car and kills me. As I collapse on the floor, choking on blood, I ask him why. He looks at me like I'm something stuck to his shoe. "If you hadn't stopped me from helping Kimberly go permanent, she never would've died!" When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day Joseph falls and breaks his legs.

เมื่อเพื่อนสนิทกับแฟนคนแรกมีอะไรกัน ความสัมพันธ์ระหว่างเพื่อนของยีนส์และเพื่อนคนนั้นต้องจบลงไป อยู่ ๆ วันหนึ่งมีผู้หญิงคนหนึ่งโผล่เข้ามาในชีวิตเขา ตอนแรกก็ไม่ได้สนใจเธอ เพราะเข็ดหลาบกับความรักในอดีต จนกระทั่งเห็นผู้หญิงคนนั้นรู้จักกับอดีตเพื่อนสนิท แต่ใครจะคิดว่าผู้หญิงคนนั้นคือน้องสาวของเพื่อนที่เคยทำร้ายเขา แผนการร้ายเพื่อต้องการให้มันเจ็บปวดเหมือนที่เขาเคยเจอจึงเริ่มขึ้น “มึงบอกกูที ว่ามึงรักมึงชอบน้องกูบ้างไหม หรือมึงแค่ต้องการแก้แค้นกูอย่างเดียว” “กูจะรักน้องสาวของคนที่หักหลังกูได้ยังไง” *เรื่องนี้เป็นรุ่นลูกเซตวิศวะร้ายนะคะ เป็นลูกสาวของเพลิง&ปิ่นมุก จากเรื่องวิศวะร้อนรัก

A Billionaire, Frederick falls deeply in love with a broken woman, Kharis, who later becomes his maid. A billionaire and maid are not a perfect match right! And even though they fall in love, it is rare before such a relationship works out. Frederick is already betrothed to a model; Ivy and the wedding is in two weeks. What will happen after Ivy accuses Kharis of sleeping with Frederick’s driver, Lois? Will Frederick be able to fix Kharis after all? Will Ivy consider marrying Frederick with Kharis in the picture? Will Frederick’s parents let them be together? Will Kharis forgive Frederick and marry him?

ความสัมพันธ์ของเขาและเธอ ที่ถูกปิดบังมาตลอด3ปี 'ฝ่ายหนึ่งอยากเปิดเผย ฝ่ายหนึ่งอยากปิดบัง' "เรื่องของเรามันยากเกินไปหรือเปล่า" "นายอยากบอกทุกคนเรื่องของเราเหรอ" "แล้วเธอจะให้เราเป็นแบบนี้ไปถึงเมื่อไหร่" อยู่ไปก็รู้สึกเหมือนตัวเองไม่ดีพอ ให้เธอประกาศตัวเองกับใคร "ฉันอยากรู้ว่าฉันไม่ดีพอจะเป็นคนรักของเธอเหรอ ทำไมเธอทำแบบนี้กับฉัน” “ฉันก็บอกนายแล้วไงว่าขอเวลาอีกนิด ทำไมนายไม่เข้าใจฉันบ้าง” จากความรักเปลี่ยนเป็นความน้อยใจ เสียใจ จนในที่สุดก็เปลี่ยนเป็นความแค้นเคือง อะไรคือจุดเปลี่ยนของความสัมพันธ์ครั้งนี้ และใครต้องเป็นฝ่ายเจ็บปวดมากกว่ากัน "ฉันเป็นคนดีเธอไม่ชอบ เธอบีบให้ฉันต้องร้ายเองนะ"

เมื่อนางร้ายในละคร ถูกเพื่อนสนิทในชีวิตจริงหักหลัง แย่งผู้ชายที่เธอรักไป อีกทั้งเพื่อนคนนั้นยังมาเป็นนางเอกละครเรื่องเดียวกับเธอ นินิว>>หลังจากที่แพ้จนหมดรูปและหายตัวไปจากวงการนาน 5 เดือน เธอก็กลับมาเล่นละครอีกครั้ง และได้เล่นละครเรื่องเดียวกับเพื่อนสนิทคนดี คนเดิมที่หักหลังเธอ ออสติน>>คาสโนว่าตัวพ่อ ตัวแปรสำคัญของเกมส์แก้แค้นนี้ เขาคืออดีตเพื่อนสมัยมัธยมที่โดนคนเป็นพ่อดัดนิสัย ส่งไปเรียนต่อเมืองนอกตั้งแต่ยังไม่จบมัธยมปลาย โมนา>>เธอคือนางเอกในละคร แต่เป็นนางร้ายในชีวิตจริง พอได้เจอหน้ากับออสตินและรู้ว่าเขาคือสปอนเซอร์รายใหญ่ของละครเรื่องใหม่ที่เธอเล่น เลยอยากสานต่อความสัมพันธ์เพื่อเป็นบันไดให้เธอขึ้นไปยืนจุดสูงสุดได้อย่างสมบูรณ์แบบ

My husband and I have been married for a decade. When I finally conceive for the first time in ten years, I realize my worst enemies are my family, who all want me dead. I've made a promise to return to the fertility shrine on the mountain and fulfill my vow if things work out, but my mother-in-law deliberately messes up the cable car tickets. In the process of hiking up the mountain for two hours, I lose my baby. In the hospital, I cry to my husband about all the vicious things his mother has done to me, but he kicks me in the stomach. "I had a vasectomy a long time ago. There's no way that bastard inside you is mine!" When he hands me the proof, I'm completely speechless. I break down in tears and run back to my parents' place. Not only do my parents hire a nanny to help take care of me, but they even move out of the house so I can rest in tranquility. When I'm eight months pregnant, I overhear them whispering in the bathroom. "We can never let Gina have the baby. I don't care if it kills her—we're all screwed if the child is born!" "Relax. The doctor already told me that Gina's got leukemia from all the formaldehyde in our new house. Even the baby's deformed!" Shocked, I burst into the bathroom to confront them, but the slippery floor causes me to fall hard. Instantly, blood snakes across the tiles. As I lie there in pain, I look up and see the cold, twisted smiles on my parents' faces before taking my last breath. I cannot fathom why my family wants me dead. I thought they'd been looking forward to his baby for a decade. When I open my eyes again, I return to the very day my mother-in-law insists on taking me to the mountain.

My boy friend Caleb Ford's childhood sweetheart, Julia Leclair, is losing her hair from chemotherapy. So, he orders me to cut mine off and make her a wig. "Julia's allergic to synthetic wigs. You've been growing your hair for ten years—it's perfect." I refuse, but his friends tie me down. Someone shaves my head to the scalp, buzzing through my thick, glossy hair until nothing's left but a butchered mess. Julia sits in her wheelchair and laughs, saying I look like a toad. Caleb smiles and nods in agreement. He adds with a chuckle, "It's just some hair. Was that really necessary?" But back when I was bullied for having uneven, choppy short hair for six straight years, it was he who stood in front of me. He had his arms spread wide as he shielded me from harm. Now he's the one wielding the blade. One by one, their little circle chimes in. They tell me not to hold a grudge against someone who's sick. Caleb snaps impatiently, "Stop trying to talk sense into her. She can get lost! Did you see that fit she threw over a few strands of hair? It's not like they won't grow back." I turn around and walk away. I never look back. Later, I hear that Caleb begs for my forgiveness by kneeling his way up 9000 steps until his knees are ruined.