Unfair Treatment Crossword Clue

An argument broke out between Gama, Audie, Sierra, Barbara and Giorgio. Audie asked Gama to divorce Sierra. This is because Gama has fallen into poverty. After all, his company went bankrupt three years ago. Audie doesn't even care about Gama who once helped him pay off his debts due to gambling losses. Sierra, who was initially determined to get a divorce, suddenly changed her mind. Her decision sparked a heated argument between Sierra, Audie and her sister Barbara. Tired of their treatment, Gama felt it was time to make Sierra happy, so he made a big decision. Gama made an appointment with a woman named Lopiuy in a dark and empty alley. Gama Immanuel Featherston, commonly called Gama, is the sole heir to the Featherston family with hundreds of trillions in assets and owns the largest and most influential company in E'Ador. Gama initially refused to become the heir because he was still disappointed with the actions of the Featherston Founder who had expelled him and his mother. Gama harbored pain over the accusations against his mother. Eventually, her mother died by . Gama was determined to investigate the case of his father's death and punish the culprit severely. So how will Gama and Sierra's household fare? Can Gama find the culprit who has driven him out of the Feterson residence?

“And?” Olivia asked, her brow furrowed. “I will pay off all your debts, cover your brother’s hospital bills, and send him abroad for the best medical treatment,” Alpha Enzo made an offer he knew Olivia wouldn’t reject. Olivia raised her brow as she stared at the man she hated with passion. Just as she was about to reject his offer, she paused and thought of it. Not only would he help in clearing her huge debts, but he would also send her brother abroad, and she would have the best opportunity to carry out her revenge on him. “I accept,” she blurted out, making Alpha Enzo smirk victoriously. “Yes, I accept to be your submissive for the next three months.” *************************** On her fourteenth birthday, Olivia watched her family being murdered by a masked man with a scorpion tattoo on his right wrist. Six years later, burdened by her comatose brother's hospital bills, Olivia works at a BDSM club. There, she encounters Alpha Enzo, who bears the same tattoo in the exact spot. Determined to avenge her family, she agrees to his offer to clear her debts in exchange for becoming his submissive for three months. But as Olivia spends more time with Alpha Enzo, she finds herself developing feelings for the man she was supposed to kill. To make matters worse, she discovers he harbors many dark secrets and a troubled past.

My mother and I pushed ourselves, slaving away to pay for my girlfriend’s debt. The work was too hard on her, and she was soon diagnosed with lung cancer. By the time I arrived at the hospital with money for her treatment, my mother had taken her own life and left behind a note. “I can’t go on, Gab. The money is best put toward settling the debts. Noelle is a good kid. She loves you. She’s just lost her way. That’s all. You two should settle down once the debts are cleared.” I held my mother’s ashes and gave Noelle the thirty thousand dollars she had left behind. Back in the office, I overheard Noelle talking to several creditors. “Ms. Strom, Mr. Lamb has passed your test. What’s next on the agenda for him?” Noelle’s childhood friend, Charles, jumped into the conversation. “Gabriel has proven that he’s willing to be there for you through thick and thin, but will he stick around in wealth? Noelle pursed her lips. “I need to know if he genuinely loves me. If he isn’t blinded by greed when learning about who I am, I’ll marry him.” I stared at my mother’s ashes, tears rolling down my face. “Noelle, my mother was wrong about you, and so was I. I don’t want to marry you anymore.” I thought to myself.

My father-in-law, George Lane, suffered from a brain aneurysm and fell onto the ground. The floor was covered in his blood. I calmly picked up a mop and wiped the floor clean. As his daughter-in-law, I gave up on saving him within the most critical time. In my last life, I was the first person who found out that George was injured. I immediately got an ambulance and sent him to the hospital. Before the surgery, the hospital required his immediate family member to sign off the consent form. However, when I asked my husband, Brian Lane to come to the hospital to sign that document, he thought that I was acting out of jealousy because he was spending time with his first-love. He thought I was making an excuse to get him home, so he refused to go to the hospital. In the end, George passed away as he did not receive the treatment on time. Brian did not manage to see George for the last time, and he blamed it all on me. He then hacked me to death. “It’s your fault! My dad was so old, and you didn’t take good care of him as a daughter-in-law! Since you’re not doing your part when he’s alive, then you should continue your duties as a daughter-in-law in hell!” When I opened my eyes, I found myself on the day when George died again.

On the day I received my prenatal test results, I heard a voice from inside my belly—my unborn child speaking to me. 'Mom, Dad will divorce you as soon as you give birth to me. His true love can't have children. That's why he married you. You're just a tool to give birth. Once I'm born, he'll divorce you, take me away, and go live happily ever after with her.' I believed every word. Without hesitation, I chose divorce. For nine months, I focused on carrying the pregnancy, planning to raise the child on my own. But on the day I went into labor, something went terribly wrong. The doctor said the baby was premature, and the position was dangerously abnormal. "The baby keeps flipping around inside you," she said. "It's like it's deliberately putting you through hell." Eight hours of emergency treatment accomplished nothing. In the end, it was a difficult labor—both mother and child died. As my consciousness faded, I heard that voice again. 'Haha. Dad never cheated at all. I lied to you.' Why would a child lie? I couldn't understand it, not even at the moment of death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day I first received the prenatal test report.

Sa labis na kagustuhan ni Gabrielle na mabawasan ang guilt sa pagkawala ng kanyang kapatid ay sinikap niyang gawin ang lahat para sa ikabubuti ng kanyang mga estudyante lalo na at buhay na ng mga ito ang nakataya. Para sa kanya, wala nang mas lulungkot pa sa naging buhay niya. Walang pamilya. Mag-isa. Miserable. Hanggang sa dumating sa buhay niya ang isang lalaki sa katauhan ni Zierelle Montefalcon. Hindi niya alam kung biyaya ba ang pagdating nito sa buhay niya o isang pagkakamali. Pagkakamali, kung hahayaan niya ang kanyang sariling tanggapin ito sa buhay niya at umasa siyang mayroon ulit siyang taong maaasahan sa tabi niya. Sa ilang taong namuhay siya nang mag-isa, natuto na siyang walang ibang inaasahan pa kundi ang sarili lamang niya. She became an independent woman as she wanted to be. But fate interfere. Some things won't go as planned. Namalayan na lamang niya ang kanyang sarili na unti-unti nang nanghihina ngunit sa isiping nasa tabi niya lang ang lalaki ay nanatili siyang malakas at natuto siyang magtiwala na tutulungan siya nitong hanapin ang kapatid niya. How about the boy with yellow umbrella? Patuloy niya itong inaalala dahil naroon ito sa tabi niya noong mga panahong nawala ang kapatid niya. Pagkakatiwalaan niya kaya ang isang aroganteng police officer para mahanap ang dalawang taong matagal na niyang hinahanap? How will she find them when her only clue is.... That summer...the rain pours.

That night, Liam served me my usual evening tea. I trusted him completely—he was my mate, after all, and a respected healer of Thornpack. I shouldn't have. When I woke up the next morning, my head was spinning. The special safe where I kept the morphing inhibitor—the one I'd spent my entire savings to import from Europe for our daughter Isla—was empty. Racing to the healing center, I found Liam celebrating. He was handing out moon-blessed wine, beaming with pride as Natalie's daughter Anna showed off her perfect transformation. My inhibitor had been used on his first love's pup instead of our own daughter. The shock triggered something in my brain. When I collapsed, they diagnosed me with the rare tumor that plagued our kind. Without inhibitors, I couldn't stop Isla's transformation that came early, her six year old body couldn't handle the massive wolf form and the force ripped through her young body. And I, for one, don't even have enough money to keep her in a treatment center. She died in my arms three days later, her little claws drawing blood as the pain overwhelmed her. Until her last breath, she kept asking why Papa hadn't come. Now, in my cold, empty home, with the white porcelain urn containing her ashes on the table, I touch her and decide to sever our partnership.

In our five years of marriage, I had given in to my husband, John, for a grand total of three times. The first time was during my pregnancy. He had taken his ex-girlfriend Stacy, who had once taken three bullets for him, back home and cared for her. When I became angry, he immediately sent her away once she recovered. The second time was after childbirth, when I was ready to return to work. To repay a favor, he gave the position I had worked years for to Stacy. He said it was so I could rest well. I looked at my son, who needed me, and I conceded. The third time was during our son’s birthday. In front of the entire company, he had announced that Stacy was his wife, all so she could establish herself in the company. I gave him two choices: divorce or send her away. Without hesitation, he chose the latter and immediately sent her abroad. The fourth time was when my father suddenly had a heart attack and urgently needed surgery. He disappeared again. I searched everywhere for him to cover the hospital expenses, and I finally discovered that he had gone to the airport to pick up a pregnant Stacy, who was returning to the country. Because of that, my father missed the best chance for treatment and died. I was done giving in. I disguised the divorce agreement as our son’s medical bill and tricked him into signing it. No compensation or apology would matter. I did not wish to have him near my son or myself again.

On the day of my birthday, my best friend, Bella Johnson, gifted me a polaroid camera. I took that to the zoo. I took some photos of the animals in the zoo. In my past life, I took the polaroid camera she had gifted me and happily took photos for my whole family. Unexpectedly, after a week, my mother got into a car accident and passed away. My father suffered from a stroke, which left half his body paralyzed even after treatment at the hospital. The company that I was managing ran into problems and almost went bankrupt. In merely a month, my hair had gone gray. There were wrinkles and red marks on my face. I gained a lot of weight due to the stress. My boyfriend felt that I was jinxed. He claimed that it was my bad luck that had caused my family to fall apart. He broke up with me. I was ranting to Bella when I accidentally discovered that she had suddenly become a millionaire. Her parents, who were hospitalized, suddenly became healthy again. It was as if they had not been sick to begin with. I almost lost my mind when I found out about that. On my way to the hospital, I was run over by a car and died. After I died, I found out that everything had happened because of the polaroid camera that Bella had gifted me. She had already been having an affair with my boyfriend for a long time. When I opened my eyes again, I was transported back to the day Bella gifted me the polaroid camera.

My family was attacked by rogue wolves when we entered their territory. My wolf was gravely injured, and in the end, I was the one who saved everyone.
As I collapsed, exhausted, no one came to me—they all ran to my adopted sister, Fiona, fussing over a few shallow scratches.
By the time pack members carried me to the infirmary, the healer delivered the cruel news: my wolf had been struck by a silver dagger, and the one-month-old pup in my womb wouldn’t survive.
Yet my mate, Luke, had given the only life-saving treatment to Fiona. With no other choice, I refused the healer’s remedies and numbed my wolf’s pain with crude herbs—knowing it would only buy us three days before death.
In those last days, I let everything go. I gave Fiona all my possessions and insurance money while my parents smiled in approval. I signed the bond-severing agreement Luke slid across the table without a second thought. Luke was satisfied, believing I was considerate. Kane, my brother, nodded his head when I told him to give my room to Fiona.
Even my son, Jim, squealed with joy when I asked him to call her “mom.” No one questioned why I gave all my belongings to Fiona, and their approving gazes said it all: “Good. The old Emma is back. But as the clock ticked down, one thought haunted me:
When they find our bodies—my wolf and my unborn pup—will that satisfaction turn to regret?