Ways To Start A Story

As a zombie outbreak spreads across the world, my boyfriend insists on delaying our evacuation so his drama-queen childhood sweetheart can catch the last rescue chopper. However, this is the last evacuation after the outbreak, and our team's only chance to survive. When she still doesn't show up, I knock my boyfriend out and haul him onto the helicopter. In the end, his childhood sweetheart is devoured by the surging horde, while I seize the opportunity to escape and start a peaceful, quiet life with him in the safe zone. The night before I am to take command and lead a massive counterattack against the undead, my boyfriend laces my drink with a tranquilizer and dumps me into a swarm of zombies. Thousands of zombies tear me apart, and I die in excruciating pain. He stands on the fortress wall, a cold smile on his lips. "Had you not been so selfish, Esmeralda would've survived. Now, you'll experience her suffering and atone with your life!" Given a second chance at life, I wake up on the day my boyfriend refused to evacuate on time. Since he's so determined to stand by his childhood sweetheart through thick and thin, I'll make sure they both become zombie food!

A random transmigrator, Rosanna Lacewin, finally gets fed up after living as me, Roxanne Lovelace, for five years. She then ups and leaves this world with her system, leaving behind my extremely spoiled son, Theo Sterling, and my unusually cold husband, Austin Sterling. Before I can even process my thoughts, I suddenly see a barrage of comments flashing before my eyes. "What kind of a disastrous start to a story is this? This is the first time I've ever seen such a stupid transmigrator! She arrived five years earlier, made a huge mess, and now, the original owner has to clean up the mess she left behind!" "That's right. All she had to do was just correct Theo's ways, warm up to Austin, and stop her family from bothering the actual main characters of the story. But she did none of that and only spent all her time enjoying herself and avoiding death!" "Theo's all spoiled now, and Austin is very distant from her. I'm feeling so annoyed just by looking at this family. I wish they'd just die." So, as it turns out, I'm just the cannon fodder in this story plot who dies young, and both my husband and my son will be the main antagonists later on.

After graduation, I struggle to find a job, while my girlfriend easily lands a position at a major company. She has been with me for two years, and to cheer me up, she even lets me hold onto her payroll card. Once I finally start working, she worries about my long commute and immediately buys me a car. Everyone around us envies me for having such a thoughtful girlfriend. To save up for a house, I secretly deposit my salary into her account. A year later, we decide to get married. Excited, she grabs my hand and says, "I know you don't have much saved. I don't need any wedding gift. All I want is your love." I am deeply touched by her consideration. But on our engagement day, she pulls out photos of me with a dozen women and accuses me of cheating. I look closely and realize I have never even met any of them. Then she shows me my card's transaction history, filled with charges at the notorious Solara Club. "You had my payroll card, and you used my money to indulge yourself!" she cries. "I'm not marrying you. Return my car and all the money you spent over the years. It adds up to 800 thousand dollars." I calmly place the payroll card she gave me on the table and say with a smirk, "Fine, let's settle this properly." When I present the detailed account prepared by my top lawyer, she is stunned.

After two years abroad in seclusion as I recovered, I received a selfie from my daughter, Lila Ashford. She was sitting on a bike, dressed in a work uniform. "Mom, you’ll be home soon, right? I miss you so much." My heart softened as I thought about how my girl had grown up. She understood that she needed to start from the bottom and work her way up. I was about to praise her when I noticed her skin seemed tanner, and her fitted shirt was the same one I’d bought her three years ago. It was frayed and worn thin, yet she still hadn’t thrown it away. As a child of the wealthiest family, Lila shouldn’t have to live like this, not even for "life experience". I zoomed in on the picture again. Her shoes were falling apart, the front gaping wide open. The more I looked, the more uneasy I became. The next second, I stumbled across Serena Ashford, my adopted daughter’s posts on social media. She was showing off male models, luxury cars, and on her wrist, the global limited-edition diamond bracelet I had given Lila. What shocked me most was the car that appeared in nearly every photo, the very one I had gifted Lila for her college graduation. How the hell had it ended up with her instead?!

I lucked out, securing a guaranteed admission spot at Westbridge University—the one the real heiress throws away. Nicole Stewart drops out for love and runs off with the school's bully, shattering what should've been her perfect life. Meanwhile, I'm branded a thief, accused of stealing her place. However, I fight my way up to become a powerhouse in business and even marry her childhood sweetheart, Spencer Lowe. Yet, at the peak of it all, I open my eyes to find myself back to graduation day of senior year, right when I'm filling out my choices of colleges. A live barrage of comments flashes before my eyes. "That fake heiress, Gloria Stewart, is nothing but a thief. She stole Nicole's life!" "In her last life, Nicole actually dropped out of school to start a business with some school bully. She even gave her childhood sweetheart, who was her fiance, to someone else! Ugh, she's so stupid and pathetic." "Good thing Nicole gets a second chance. This time, the real heiress has awakened, so let's just see how miserable that fake heiress who stole her life becomes!" I just smile at the scrolling insults. Sorry, but I carve my own path. Nicole can be reborn a hundred times, and she still can't stop me from rising to the top.

The housekeeper deliberately reveals her busty chest when I'm out of the house. She says coquettishly to my husband, "Oh, my. This is an accident, Mr. Houston …" My husband looks like he's focusing on his drink, but he keeps sneaking looks at her. I see all of this from the housekeeper's livestream.

ดินแดน ที่เป็นเหมือนคำจำกัดความ ขอบเขตของความเจ็บปวดสำหรับหญิงสาวที่แสนอ่อนหวานอย่างพาเพลิน เขาคือรักเดียวสำหรับเธอ แต่เพราะความแข็งกร้าวที่เขามี มันสร้างกำแพงสูงขึ้นเพื่อกั้นเธอเอาไว้แบบไร้เหตุผล

เมื่อความสนุกคึกคนองจนทำให้ก้าวพลาดทำลายชีวิตผู้หญิงตัวเล็กๆคนนึงอย่างไม่รู้ตัว เมื่อผลของการกระทำเผยออกมาในรูปแบบของเด็กน้อยตาดำๆที่ไม่รู้อิโหน่อิเหน่ เมื่อพ่อไม่ได้รักแม่ และแม่ไม่รู้จักพ่อ เรื่องราวความดราม่าในความรักจึงเกิดขึ้น

“คุณแบล็คครับ คุณเอวาทำงานอยู่ที่บาร์XXครับ” “มึงว่าไงนะ!” “กำลังเต้นรูดเสาอยู่เลยครับ” มาเฟียหนุ่มวางปืนสุดหรูที่เพิ่งได้มาเป็นสินค้าใหม่ทันทีด้วยใบหน้าที่บอกบุญไม่รับ บาร์XX เสียงเพลงอีกทึกครึกโครมแสงไฟอันน้อยนิด หญิงสาวนุ่งน้อยห่มน้อย หุ่นเพรียว ผิวเนียนจรดทั่วทั้งตัว กำลังเต้นรูดอยู่บนเสาเหล็กเงาวับกลางบาร์ด้วยท่าทางพาเอาหนุ่มๆของขึ้นไปตามๆกัน “ไม่ได้กลัวตายเลยถูกมั้ย” เสียงทุ้มต่ำของชายหนุ่มร่างสูงรูปหล่อผิวขาวใส่ชุดดำสนิททั้งตัวพรางมีแมสสีดำปิดใบหน้า หญิงสาวเหมือนค้างกลางอากาศ แต่ก็ยังคงเต้นต่อจนกระทั่งชายหนุ่มปลดแมสสีดำสนิทที่ปิดหน้าลงจนเผยใบหน้าเต็มๆ “วอนตายมากซินะ” แบล็คเอ่ยพร้อมสายตาแสนน่ากลัว “ว๊ายยยยยยย” ผลัก!!!! ทุกอย่างเกิดขึ้นเร็วมาก หญิงสาวหล่นร่วงลงมาจากเสาที่กำลังเต้นเมื่อตกใจใบหน้าของชายหนุ่มที่ยืนจังก้ามองเธอตรงหน้า

“พี่บูม จะไปไหนเหรอคะ?” “มีนัด ถามทำไม” “คือ…หนูมีไปออกค่าย สะ…สองวันคะ” “แล้วฉันจำเป็นต้องให้ไปมั้ย?” “ถ้าไม่ไป…รุ่นพี่ก็จะไม่ให้หนูผ่านกิจกรรม…ค่ะ” “แล้วแต่!” “ขอบคุณค่ะ” “เดี๋ยว! เธอจะไปไหน?” “พอดีพี่ๆที่คณะนัดให้ไปคุยงานค่ะ” “ที่ไหน??” “XX PUBค่ะ” “ว่าไงนะ!” “พี่บูม!!! อื้อออ” ชายหนุ่มรั้งร่างเล็กเข้าไปกดจูบ ก่อนจะขบเม้มลงบนซอกคอเธอจนเกิดรอยแดงราวกับว่าทำความเป็นเจ้าของเธอแบบนั้น “จะได้รู้ตัวไว้ว่าเธอเป็นของฉัน!”