Vine Staff Phighting

“Who the hell changed the screw tolerance by 0.007 mm?” “I did. Is there a problem?” Kimmy Zabel, our department’s “good-luck charm” and full-time slacktivist, did not even look up from her compact mirror, where she was carefully applying lip gloss. “It just didn’t look right, so I tweaked it. Do you really have to yell at me?” The production line had been running on the wrong spec for twenty-four hours. I hit the emergency stop. Keeping my voice steady took some effort. “These parts no longer meet export standards. If we miss tomorrow’s shipment, even a month of overtime wouldn’t cover the penalties.” “It’s one tiny number. You’re being so dramatic!” Kimmy snapped her makeup case shut. “Anyway, it’s New Year’s Eve. I’ve got a date. I’m not staying here to suffer with you people.” Before she even reached the door, I gestured to the staff to pull the shutters down. “For precision components like these, one number translates into a million-dollar loss. You can take these defective units and explain them to the regulators.”

My CEO wife insists on taking a young, fresh intern under her wing. She wants to train him personally. She says to me, "Don't overthink this. I just value his potential." She's always been stern and stoic, but she starts dressing in pink and pulling her hair back in high ponytails. On our third wedding anniversary, she and the intern even willfully disappear for 48 hours. When others are searching for her like mad, she shares photos of her riding a carousel and holding cotton candy. She captions them, "I found the purest of joys in the most joyful of places—all because of you!" Our company loses a huge project because of this, and I lose my wife. I slip a divorce agreement between the pages of the intern's application to become a permanent staff member. My wife signs it without even looking and says, "Knowing what Elliot can do, he's more than capable of carrying out the role of a vice president." I calmly hand her my resignation. "You're right. That's why I'll make way for him."

Growing up to become a rejected, is nothing anyone would pray or wish to encounter. Ember, who is caught up in the deep web of rejection and unplanned love, is left in the ocean of self destruction. Now, she'd have to think about the best way to be free and leave her life. In the middle of the island, the gigantic and luxurious castle of Alpha Dino Aloysius, is located. Sources say that it is the most expensive and sophisticated home facility in the entire world. Every facility in the home, is controlled by advanced technology and robots. The center of the castle looks like a another universe of its own because of the magnificent design that surrounded it. At the north west end of the castle, a large statue of a wolf can be seen. To every other person, it was just a wolf but to Alpha Dino, it was his representation of strength and power. Each of the rooms are sound proof and designed with a colored marble. The walls are discretely painted with black and red colour ink, and also the blood of some of the people that Alpha Dino has killed in past, especially the alphas from other packs. The staff that worked inside the castle, were more than a thousand. You must literally see a maiden at every end of castle, bending down their head. The reason was that it was prohibited to make eye contact with the Alpha.

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

Trigger Warning : Talks about mental  health issues, but not limited to  depression, anxiety, panic attacks, body shaming. Bloodshed. Detailed Explicit Scenes, Gore, And Rape.  Unimaginable things happen behind the curtains. Billionaire Monique Jenkins has her whole life planned.  Graduate from college with a first class before the age of twenty-five -  ✅ Become an independent business woman before the age of thirty - ✅ Become a billionaire before the age of thirty-five- ✅ Get pregnant, and have a child at the age of forty if she isn't married - ❌ One thing she doesn't plan is for her father, the King of England, to die a few days after she turned thirty-six.  As tradition demands, she has to come in and takeover--that also isn't planned.  She hates everything about the country except the hot cook she employed that she's gradually falling for!  Marcus Blacksmith is all the words to describe hardworking. When the news spread that the soon-to-be Queen of England will be hiring new staff, he takes the chance. He does not expect to expect life on a different level with his boss. Obstacles come in their way, but there is nothing Marcus isn't willing to do for the woman who has his heart. 

What would you do if you discovered your dead child was alive? And the woman who stole her was your best friend? Layla Orion built a billion-dollar empire from nothing—but no amount of success could fill the void left by her daughter’s death eight years ago. Until a mysterious letter arrives. With photographs that shatter everything she thought she knew. Her daughter didn’t die. Claudia—the woman Layla trusted most—bribed hospital staff, faked the death, and stole her baby. She used the child to trap Zeus Adin, one of the world’s richest men… and became Mrs. Adin overnight. For eight years, Claudia has been living Layla’s life. Raising Layla’s daughter. Sleeping in Layla’s bed. Now Layla is coming home. Not as the broken girl who ran away—but as a woman with the power to take everything back. She’ll seduce Zeus. She’ll expose Claudia. She’ll reclaim her daughter. And she’ll make sure the woman who stole her life pays for every lie. This isn’t just about revenge. It’s about a mother getting her child back. No matter the cost.

Yselle Morel is watching her family's glassworks collapse—unpaid wages, angry suppliers, a bank ready to shut the gates. When Renaud Valois, a feared billionaire financier, offers a rescue, it comes with a cruel condition: marriage. He says it’s business. His eyes say it’s revenge. In Valois’s riverside estate outside Paris, Yselle plays the obedient wife—smiling, thanking staff, acting harmless. She calls it "wife camouflage." Then she finds a locked room behind the library wall: a war room filled with files, photos, and timelines about her father’s life… and a folder stamped with Yselle’s name. Renaud didn’t choose her. He planned her. As “accidents” start closing in—tampered brakes, poisoned tea, a near fall on a dark stairwell—Yselle realizes the marriage isn’t only punishment. It’s protection. Someone wants her silent before the Day 30 board vote that will decide her family’s future. And the closer she gets to the truth, the more she fears the man who raised her. On the eve of the vote, Yselle opens the last drawer in the war room and finds an envelope addressed to her—in her mother’s handwriting. The ink looks fresh. Then the lights go out, and a voice behind her whispers, “Don’t trust your husband.”

The first time Mia Conti saw Elias Weston, she didn't even know his name. She just knew he was tall, absurdly good-looking, and effortlessly lifted her heavy suitcase for her at Toronto International before walking away without a word. Until she showed up as a new intern on the NHL team's medical staff and found herself face-to-face with the league's most arrogant, untouchable superstar—and his very wrecked, very uncooperative shoulder. It was him. And he remembered her too. A fiery, secret romance ignites between them, yet it burns out within a year. Mia had spent twelve months convincing herself she was fine with that. Now a respected lead physician for the upcoming Milan Winter Olympics, Mia has moved on...until Elias reappears on the official athlete roster. He finds her before she can even brace herself. Perfect smile for the cameras, cool and composed. Then she turns to leave, and his hand closes around her wrist. "Long time no see, Mia." The flashbulbs are still going off somewhere behind them. "I came back for you." An ocean between them didn't kill what they had. It just put it on ice. And Elias Weston has never once been afraid of thin ice.

Steven Zimmer, the assistant of my wife, Lucy Quinn, has lost in a truth-or-dare session. Lucy doesn't hesitate to file for a divorce from me for the ninth time. In the courthouse, I hear the staff member asking Lucy curiously, "Your husband is like a well-trained dog now. You've already married and divorced him nine times! Aren't you worried that your husband might ditch you for real?" Lucy merely smirks at her. "Do you know that the more ruthless you are when you abandon your pets, the harder it'll be for them to live without you? In fact, they will just become more obedient and docile. As long as I curl a finger at him, he'll definitely sink down to his knees and beg me to remarry him." Everyone bursts into laughter after that. They bet that I'll plead pathetically to Lucy to remarry me for the tenth time in less than a day after I've obtained the divorce certificate. Lucy even declares that she'll stream the tenth wedding proposal on the Internet when it happens. But the next day, Lucy keeps waiting for me to show up at the city hall while clad in a wedding dress. All she gets is a text from me. "No more proposals. This is the end between us, Lucy."

On the night before Match Day, it's 2:17 am when I find myself staring at the screenshot on my phone. For a long while, my heart refuses to calm down at all. Ethan Blake: "Let's have a bet, guys. If Leah doesn't get a spot at Redwood General Hospital tomorrow, this will mark the end of our relationship. The starting bet is two thousand dollars. Is anyone following up on this bet?" Already, more than a dozen people have responded to the message with various emojis. Someone even comments, "Count me in!" I feel my nails digging into my palms. "The end of our relationship", he says. To think that Ethan actually used this phrase. We've been dating for four years. This is the very same man who once told me that he wanted to marry me. Is it this easy for him to end a relationship? I take a deep breath and force myself to calm down. There are still other medical interns in the staff room with me. I mustn't lose my composure around them. I know that Ethan is waiting for me to react how I did in the previous times. I'd either spam his phone with missed calls, beg him to delete the message while crying, or apologize to him in an extremely humble manner. But now… Now, I'm really done with this relationship.