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As they stood atop a cliff, the kidnapper held a knife to her throat, and the throat of his dream girl. “You can choose only one.”“I choose her,” the man said, pointing to his dream girl.Stella’s voice trembled as she said, “Weston… I’m pregnant.”Weston looked at her indifferently. “Gwen has a fear of heights.”Many years passed after that.Rumor had it that Ahn City’s prestigious Mr. Weston Ford was always lingering outside the house of his ex-wife, even breaking boundaries to pamper her, even if she would never bat an eyelid at him.Rumor had it that the night Stella brought a man home with her, Weston almost died at her door. Everyone was envious of Stella, but she smiled politely and said, “Don’t die at my door. I fear germs.”

A client splashes water in my face. I'm trembling as I endure his insults and mockery while Wayne Gale stands and watches calmly. His arm is around his assistant as he says, "I can't believe you're incapable of handling such a menial task, Georgina. My company doesn't need useless staff!" I wipe the water from my face and down my drink. Then, I fill it again and splash the client back. Whoever wants this job can have it. I quit!

Jamie is a single mother consumed by the guilt of her past. She abandoned her kind, stable boyfriend, Larry, for her baby's reckless father, only to be left alone and struggling with the consequences. Jobless and desperate, she is forced to swallow her pride and beg Larry—the man whose heart she betrayed—for employment assistance.

I cradled Chloe’s newborn, filled with joy and affection. The baby was not blood of mine, yet as Chloe’s best friend, I would love and protect the little one with everything I had. "Sweet boy," I whispered, gently tapping the tip of his nose. "I'm your godmother. No one would ever hurt you." The hospital room was washed in golden afternoon light. Adrian stood by the window in a dark overcoat, his profile sharp against the glass. He looked exactly like the man the whole industry knew: controlled, elegant, untouchable. Hollywood's golden producer. My newlywed husband. Then he said, in a voice as flat as if he were discussing a contract, "He's not your godson. He's my son." For a second, I thought I had misheard him. Maybe I was just exhausted from the wedding, from the endless calls and fittings and congratulations. I almost laughed. But Adrian turned around. A cruel little smile curved his lips. "The child is mine," he said again. My arms tightened around the baby. "The night you got hurt," he went on, "I was with Chloe the whole night. We went through an entire box... apparently this little guy still found a way to arrive." I couldn't move. It felt as if ice water had been poured down my throat. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. After a long silence, I finally managed to whisper, "But... we only registered our marriage yesterday." Adrian walked over and put an arm around my shoulders, almost gently. His tone was soft, but it carried the kind of condescension people used with a child throwing a tantrum. "Don't worry. Chloe and I were never going to get married. If I had wanted to marry her, I would have done it years ago." He paused, and something almost pleased flashed in his eyes. "Didn't Chloe ever tell you? We had a history. I was her first."

Mom accidentally adds me into a group chat called "Happy Family". In the group chat, I saw Mom, Dad, and a stranger who's nicknamed "sweetheart". They are in the middle of organizing a birthday party for him. However, the thing is, tomorrow will be my birthday, which they have forgotten for the tenth time in a row. Mom says, "The venue must be dreamy. I want him to feel like an actual prince." Dad transfers a huge sum of money to "sweetheart". "Money is no problem! Just don't let Christopher find out about this. It'll screw things up for us!" I quietly take screenshots of everything, planning to find a chance to expose my parents' true colors and end everything with them once and for all. At that moment, my younger sister, who's always been great at her studies, sends me a screenshot via our private chat. It's a screenshot of the chat history between her and Mom. "Mom, have you made preparations for Christopher's surprise party yet? You promised me that this is the last time you'd lie to him!"

"Life and Death are like green and red: you can't be both, but you can be neither. " Will you accept if you were given a chance to live forever? Or would you rather live with the fact that life ends with death? For Simon, there is no other choice than to live until everyone dies. All he wants is to be dead, but how?

“Kiss me.” The words tumbled out and Lex stepped back instantly. He turned away from her and Isis felt her pride being butchered. “Isis, I-” His voice travelled through the room. It was laced with uncertainty. His back was still to her. "I am sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I-uh. Good bye, Mr. Greyson.” Isis replied as she slid off the desk. She needed to leave, before her embarrassment killed her. Isis grabbed her bag and stalked off towards the door. A grip like iron encased her shoulder and she was spun around to face Mr. Greyson, he pushed her against the door and dropped her bag onto the floor. He pinned her body with his, a hand around her waist bringing her body against his and his other hand cupping her face. He ran his thumb along her lower lips and took satisfaction in her shuddering. He drew her hands up and anchored them above her head, pinning them to the door. His mouth slowly covered hers and moved teasingly. Isis gasped at the skillful movement of his lips against hers. He possessed her fully, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He tasted her, devoured her and nothing was sweeter for Lex. He fought to control his natural instincts firing to life and focused on giving her this but he was certain he would gain the most pain from it. He knew he would never forget this kiss, never meet its equal. He pulled away from her, their breath labored. He rested his forehead against hers and committed the moment to memory. He leaned off her, let her hands drop to her sides, he handed Isis her bag. "Good bye, Ms. Davenport.” He replied with some pain as he turned the door knob and allowed her to leave.

I lost a game during the company’s birthday party for me. Lloyd Lane, my girlfriend’s assistant, stated my punishment while smiling. He said, “Woo the general manager of Glazed Light, and you’ll only count as having cleared the punishment after sleeping with her.” Everyone sucked in a sharp breath, as if they had rehearsed it. I said nothing and cast a glance at Naomi York, my girlfriend. Nonchalantly, she sipped at her fruit juice and said coolly, “Lloyd is just kidding. Don’t take it too seriously.” In order to ease the tension, everyone else said, “Lloyd, don’t make things hard for Claude. If you like Miss Clark so much, go and woo her yourself.” In the next second, Naomi had smashed her wine glass on the head of the person who spoke. Suddenly, I laughed. “Sure.”

Ditinggal nikah pas lagi sayang-sayangnya karena sudah menghamili wanita lain, akhirnya membuat seorang gadis bernama Kartika ini frustasi berat. Setiap hari hobinya makan, terus gadang sampai tubuhnya menyusut drastis. Namun, untungnya selalu ada tiga teman yang kerap memberinya nasihat. Sehingga gadis berwajah ayu ini bangkit perlahan-lahan. Karena tak ingin berlarut-larut dalam kesedihan, gadis ini pun akhirnya memutuskan untuk kembali mencari cinta sejati. Akan tetapi, siapa sangka kalau jodohnya justru adalah orang yang sudah begitu dekat dengannya selama ini.

Deril mencari di setiap ruangan, mulai dari kelas 1 hingga kelas 3, di ruang praktek dan ruang latihan drama, namun gadis itu tidak ada disana. terakhir pemuda itu menemukannya di ruang loker. Hana masih terlihat serius mengecek isi lokernya sebelum pulang. Deril sangat senang dan segera mendekatinya. “Hay…!” ucap Deril sambil berjalan mendekati Hana Tanpa melihatnya Hana sudah tahu bahwa seorang yang sedang menyapanya adalah Deril. Hana mencium aroma parfum bercampur keringatnya yang masih sama sejak setahun lalu. Tentu itu adalah parfum mahal yang dia beli di toko-toko berkelas. “Hay … Deril Batara Sandrian,” jawab Hana. Gadis itu tahu betul bahwa seorang brandal seperti Deril tidak mungkin menemuinya tanpa maksud. “Sepertinya ada urusan yang sangat penting hingga anda menyempatkan diri menemuiku.” Tanya Hana langsung pada pokok permasalahan. “Ehmmm…aku tahu ini memang konyol. Tapi aku membuthkan bantuanmu” ucap Deril sedikit ragu “Great..!” Hana tersenyum bangga saat Deril mengucapkan permintaan tolong padanya. “Ya..apa kita bisa latihan drama bersama setelah pulang sekolah?, aku tidak yakin untuk memintamu, namun aku ingin pementasan nanti berjalan dengan baik” ucap Deril Hana mengangguk. “Oke…aku akan membantumu. Kita akan latihan bersama dengan satu sayarat” ucap Hana “Oke…No paroblem, sebutkan saja apa yang kamu minta” jawab Dilan penuh percaya diri “Kita akan latihan bersama asal kamu mau berjanji tidak akan jatuh cinta padaku” Hana berucap dengan sangat serius. Deril tersenyum mengolok. “ Never “ jawab Deril cepat. Bagi dirinya tidak mungkin jatuh cinta pada gadis biasa seperti Hana, tentu dia sama sekali bukan tipe Deril. Pemuda itu masih tidak percaya jika Hana seyakin itu.