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My brother and I get into a car accident. My heart is ruptured—I need emergency surgery. But my mother, the hospital director, calls every available doctor… to my brother's room. He only has a few scrapes, yet she orders a full-body scan for him while I lie there bleeding out. I beg her to help me, but she snaps, visibly annoyed, "Can't you stop fighting for attention for once? Your brother almost injured a bone!" In the end, I die on the operating table. But after the news of my death breaks, my mother, who has always hated me, completely loses her mind.

My girlfriend and I were reborn, returning to the cramped basement apartment we rented right after graduation. We silently walked out the door together, neither of us mentioning staying together. She went abroad with her childhood sweetheart to further her studies while I stayed behind, grinding away at my company. Seven years later, she became a rising young designer with a bright future and a happy family. I was still grinding away at the same company. When we met again, she clung to her childhood sweetheart's arm, looking down at my slightly disheveled state with a mocking smile. "Long time no see. How did you end up looking like a beggar?" I ignored her. However, later, when the powerful, world-renowned CEO of a top design firm clung to my arm, acting sweetly, her face twisted with panic. "Alex Prescott! How can you be so close with another woman?!"

Felice Chiara Farfala (28) Leader tim desain fashion yang memengang brand Luxury yang sangat terkenal yaitu Lauré yang merupakan Brand Luxury di bawah naungan perusahaan The Premiére. Felice merupakan wanita tangguh, tenang, ambisius dan realistis. Felice merasa bahwa laki-laki hanyalah sesuatu hal yang merangsangnya untuk memberikan ketegangan dan kepuasan sesaat. Dia tidak pernah menganggap penting terkait perasaaannya terhadap pria dan dia hampir tidak pernah memberikan segalanya tentang perasaan itu dengan serius. Namun, suatu hari ketika dia sedang berada dalam sebuah acara pesta pembukaan Fashion Week. Felice bertemu dengan seorang pria yang biasa di panggil Mr. X. Pria itu adalah seorang Fotografer yang biasa diajak kerja sama oleh Brand-Brand Luxury. Saat sedang berpesta Felice dan Mr. X terlalu mabuk sehingga mereka berakhir di dalam sebuah kamar Hotel. Mereka terlibat dalam cinta semalam tanpa saling mengenal satu sama lain. Keesokan paginya, Felice terbangun dengan kondisi yang tenang dan segera kembali menjalankan aktifitasnya seperti biasa. Mr. X berusaha untuk mengajak Felice berkenalan tapi Felice tidak mau menyebutkan namanya pada pria cinta semalamnya itu. Karena bagi Felice dia tidak akan terlibat lebih jauh pada hubungan ini. Setelah ditinggalkan oleh Felice, Mr. X masih terngiang-ngiang dengan kejadian semalam. Dia masih tidak bisa melupakan wanita itu. Suara dan kecantikan tubuhnya masih teringat jelas di benaknya. Mr. X akan terus berusaha mencari wanita itu meskipun ia tidak tahu namanya. Setelah beberapa jam berlalu, Felice terpaksa harus menggantikan Arina untuk melakukan kencan buta. Pria yang menjadi pasangan kencan butanya adalah Mr. X. Bagaimana tanggapan Felice dan Mr. X saat kembali bertemu? Apakah mereka akan saling mengenal?

« Je suis vraiment désolé Hayley...» « Elle te manipule complètement Zayn.» Hayley Marshall x Zayn Malik livre terminé ! ©Copyright

I became the ultimate simp for Shannon Seay, the school's notorious flirt, and everyone assumed I was head over heels for her. When she skipped classes to pick fights or chase thrills, I'd copy notes and homework for her. When she tangled in ambiguous flings with other guys, I'd provide alibis to cover her tracks. For three grueling years, I poured my heart and soul into transforming her into an academic star, securing her spot at a top university. But right before orientation, she dumped me. Towering over me, she declared, "I know you've had a crush on me forever, but you're all books and no spark. Compared to Hunter, you're too rigid. We're done. I'm with him now." The crowd held its breath, anticipating my meltdown. I peeked at my phone, confirming a $50-million transfer, and replied with genuine nonchalance, "Alright, congrats." No one knew my unwavering devotion was purely because her father had paid handsomely for it. Now that the pay had been secured, it was time for me to vanish.

After five long years of dating, Winona Shaw finally said yes. I was elated, like a scavenger who'd struck gold. I put everything I had into the engagement party, but out of the blue, Winona embraced Claude Landton instead. She even tried to frame me and boot me to jail. I canceled the party and called the cops instead. That made Winona mad, and Claude started panicking. Icily, I said, "Now, calm down. We have a lot of trials to go through. See you in court."

After another one of Winifred Clayton's dramatic suicide threats, Edgar Snider secretly starts a relationship with her behind my back under one condition—I can never find out about it. He says, "I can be with you, but Wanda is everything to me. Whatever happens between us, she can never know." Winifred pretends to agree. Then, she sends me a video of her and Edgar living together, my son included. "No matter what happens, Edgar will never leave me. So stop deluding yourself—you were never a match for me." What she doesn't know is that I never plan to compete. In just one month, I'll be on a flight to Avernia, gone from Edgar's life for good.

"Ms. A paano ba patindigin ang balahibo ng babae? Anong dapat kong gawin?" "Search mo" sagot ko "Ms. A paano ba simulan ang s*x?" "Hulaan mo" sagot ko "Ms. A paano mag f*nger? Yung mapapapikit sa sarap yung babae?" "Ip*sok mo buong kamay mo" sagot ko "Ms. A ito na ang final performance ko" "Ede maganda" "Miss A! Miss A!" Mahal na ata kita Kylus, pero nakatali ka na sa ibang babae kaya wala akong magagawa. Isa lang naman akong s e x t u t o r para sayo

I called my wife, a forensic specialist, after learning that my in-laws were involved in a car accident. It was on the 80th call that she finally answered, "I'm just trying to celebrate Justin's birthday for him. What's wrong with you? Can you not get jealous over just about anything?" I informed her that Mom, Dad, and sister had died in a car accident, and that she should hurry back to arrange for their funeral. To my surprise, she scoffed at my suggestion and replied, "What does your family's death have to do with me?" She was not involved in the funeral arrangements at all. On top of that, she even falsified evidence for her love interest—the culprit who killed her family—in court as a forensics specialist. Eventually, on the day I informed her of my intention to divorce, she threw a fit. "Patrick, it's just the death of a few of your family members. Justin didn't do it on purpose. It was just an accident. "Moreover, it's because of your parents' and sister's carelessness on the road that led to the accident. Why are you making things difficult for me and insisting on divorce? I've truly misjudged you…" Noticing the indignance in her response, I finally understood. It seemed she had no idea that it was her family that died in the accident all this while.

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.