Why Do You Build Me Up

Na minha vida passada, usei o filho na minha barriga para forçar Vinicius Martins, cuja família estava falida, a se casar comigo. No dia do nosso casamento, seu grande amor deixou uma carta de despedida e se jogou no mar: [O amor verdadeiro finalmente perdeu para o poder. Eu me rendo.] Vinicius não demonstrou reação ao saber da notícia e concluiu o casamento sorrindo para mim. Mas, no dia do terceiro aniversário do nosso filho, ele nos levou para um mergulho. A cem metros de profundidade, ele arrancou nossos tubos de oxigênio, e meu filho e eu morremos afogados. Depois de morta, vi Vinicius levar meu corpo até o túmulo do seu grande amor como um pedido de desculpas. — Jasmim, eu te vinguei. Você ficará feliz aí onde está? Quando abri os olhos novamente, eu havia voltado para a noite em que o forcei a se casar comigo por causa do bebê.

The moment my best friend, Patrick York, rushed ahead of me into the convenience store and asked for a lottery ticket with that specific string of numbers, I knew he was in the same boat as me. We were reborn. In the past life, Patrick and I were shortlisted for an interview at a Fortune 500 company, but there was only one opening. The day before the interview, I had a sudden urge to buy a lottery ticket. However, because of that, I missed the interview and Patrick got hired. Surprisingly, I got the winning ticket and won 50 million dollars. After my graduation, I enjoyed an easy life by living off interest from the bank. Meanwhile, despite getting hired, Patrick was paid a low wage and suffered daily abuse from his colleagues. In the end, he took out his frustrations on me by pushing me off the rooftop, killing me on the spot. After my death, my girlfriend, Emily Hayward, committed perjury for his sake. She claimed that after a prolonged period of staying home with nothing to do, I was in a bad mental state and leaped off on my own. The two of them profited off my death and became trending influencers, making it big. When I opened my eyes once more, I realized I was back to the day I purchased the lottery ticket.

Even after being married for three years, my husband treats me like a stranger. When I throw up blood from pregnancy complications, he's in the prayer room chanting for his foster sister, Yvie Springton. He accuses me of being dramatic. If Yvie so much as gets a headache, he drops everything and flies overseas to be by her side. When his parents are in critical condition after a car crash, I beg him to go see them one last time. But what does he do? He claims I'm cursing Yvie. When I go into early labor and cling to life after giving birth to our son, he posts a photo of his international boarding pass on social media. At his parents' funeral, he returns to the country with Yvie and demands I leave the marriage with nothing. The day our divorce finalizes, he holds a wedding ceremony with her. I bury his parents alone. Then, at an exclusive auction, dead set on winning the famous painting for Yvie, he offered a staggering price. Even his accounts are frozen. That's when he finally realizes he's been disowned by the Springton family. His eyes are bloodshot, and he's furious as he demands answers. I simply gesture for my lawyer to step forward. He says, "Mr. Springton, take a look at this will."

Bethany terkejut karena Bella, saudari kembarnya, dikabarkan telah menghilang selama sebulan. Ia pun segera pergi ke apartemen Bella dan menemukan beberapa foto perundungan di apartemen itu. Tanpa pikir panjang, Bethany memilih untuk menyamar sebagai Bella demi mencari tahu apa yang terjadi. Namun, di hari pertama dia menyamar, seorang pria tiba-tiba memanggil nama aslinya. "Siapa kau? Bagaimana kau tahu?" "Bella tidak punya tatto ular sepertimu"

“Apa? Malam pertama?? Jangan mimpi! Aku nggak sudi menyentuhmu! Apa kamu nggak sadar bagaimana kondisi wajahmu itu? Meskipun dipolesi riasan semahal apa pun, nggak akan mengubah kenyataan bahwa kamu itu jelek!” Karena berwajah jelek, Cahaya disia-siakan suami dan ibu mertua. Cahaya tidak pernah disentuh dan selalu dihina oleh sang suami yang bernama Adam. Selain itu, dia juga hanya dijadikan pembantu gratisan saja oleh ibu mertua. Sudahlah tidak disentuh dan diperbudak, hati Cahaya semakin hancur karena suaminya menikah lagi tanpa sepengetahuannya. Perceraian pun terjadi. Setelah bercerai, Cahaya menemukan rahasia besar bahwa dirinya adalah putri yang hilang dari keluarga kaya. Dengan dukungan keluarganya yang kaya, gadis buruk rupa itu bangkit dengan cara mengubah semua yang ada pada dirinya agar terlihat cantik sempurna.

“IKAW?” My eyes nearly popped out of my face when I saw him—the mysterious stranger from last night. Is it him? The same man? Parang gusto kong mahimatay. Wehh? Hindi pwede! Impossible! my inner voice screamed, pero ang katawan ko nanginginig na parang nakuryente. Hard f*ck na yata ng buhay ‘to. And suddenly, a memory crashed into me like a tidal wave. That night. That stupid, reckless night. The stolen kisses, the laughter between moans, the way he made me beg—“Wag kang titigil!”—like I’d lose myself if he stopped. I swore I’d never see him again. I swore it was just a one-night stand, a mistake I could bury. But now he’s standing right in front of me. Not just a man. Not just anyone. But the CEO. And worse… the ex-boyfriend who once shattered my heart. His smug grin sent shivers down my spine. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” he said, like fate itself was mocking me. I froze, torn between rage, fear, and something I couldn’t even name. My mind screamed run, but my heart whispered, stay. My world was spinning, and suddenly, every choice felt heavier than ever. Will this be the start of something dangerous… or a responsibility I can’t escape?

Assim que Daise Gomes voltou ao Brasil, ela descobriu que o homem por quem ela nutria uma paixão secreta há anos, aquele que ela chamava de "irmão", estava prestes a se casar com a mulher que a havia intimidado cruelmente no passado. Daise, atordoada, saiu às pressas e, sem querer, acabou nos braços de seu ex-namorado. Nico Mello, um homem de 1,90m de altura, era o CEO mais jovem e brilhante de Cidade Serena. Ele era selvagem, charmoso, orgulhoso... Com uma personalidade imprevisível e uma mente que sempre fugia do óbvio. As memórias voltaram para o verão sufocante e úmido do ano em que eles terminaram o ensino médio. Naquele tempo, eles se beijaram com paixão no silêncio de uma sala de equipamentos vazia. O Nico de dezoito anos, às vezes, segurava os dedos dela com delicadeza e dizia: — Você é mesmo muito boazinha. Eu gosto de você. Naquele momento, Daise apenas sorria sem dar importância. Pouco depois, ela o deixou para trás sem olhar para trás. Cinco anos se passaram desde que ela foi para o exterior. Quando eles se reencontraram, Daise achou que ele já a havia esquecido. Ela tentou sair de cena rapidamente, mas ele segurou sua mão com força e disse: — Você já foi meu brinquedo obediente. Por que não me faz o favor e brinca comigo mais uma vez? Nas incontáveis noites que se seguiram, eles se abraçaram com uma intensidade que queimava. Mais uma vez, Nico se tornou o remédio que curava as feridas de Daise. Ela achava que tudo não passava de um jogo. Mas, no dia em que planejou ir embora, Nico, com os olhos ardendo de desejo, segurou sua cintura com força, sem querer deixá-la partir: — Daise, vamos nos casar. Pode ser?

"Doesn't it bother you?" I blurted out right there and then, having been asking myself that question since the night we slept together. I was curious, but I'd been obviously avoiding him. "What? That you're the heir to the Siren-" "That I'm trans," I said. I could care less about what he think of me being a Sirenio by blood. "T-That I'm a trans...man," "Does it bother you that I'm bisexual?" he asked me. I hadn't expected that response. Not when I'm having mixed feelings about all of this. "Does it?" he probed, closing what's left of the space between. His scent and warmth envelopes me as I'm caged between him and the sink. I shook my head. "Use your words, Miles," he said running his finger over my bottom lip. I shuddered at the sensation it brought to my body. "You were so good with those, that night," I sucked in a sharp breath. I looked away, and his touch disappeared immediately. "It was a mistake," I whispered, my heart racing. "What...happened was a-" "I don't do mistakes, Miles," Mr Stark said guiding my eyes back to his. "You should know that by now," I let out a shaky breath when his thumb found my bottom lip again. "Does it bother you that I want to fuck you right now?"

When I woke up that morning and happened to glance at the mirror, a scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. Because on the face I had always taken such pride in, there was now a jagged, horrifying scar. As terror gripped me, a cool, detached female voice cut through the air beside me. "What are you shrieking about so early in the morning? Scared by your own ugly face?" I looked up in shock and realized the voice belonged to my girlfriend, Alicia. Only—she wasn't the same girl from yesterday. Gone was the youthful innocence I remembered. In its place, every movement, every glance radiated the allure of a mature woman. The words slipped out before I could hold them back. "Babe… you're gorgeous…" But Alicia's brows knit together, her gaze colder than ice. "Kurt, drop the act!" Act? I was at a loss. Why would she accuse me of pretending? "Don't call me the way you used to five years ago. It's disgusting." Five years ago? But… I'm still twenty-three… am I not?

Joel Gleason, my childhood sweetheart and fiancé, promised he'd marry no one but me. But then, to help Jenny Swisher, my adoptive sister, get through her depression, he secretly married her. I didn't hesitate for a second before agreeing to marry Conrad Lennon, Jasselton's most untouchable heir, who'd been in love with me for years. After seven years of marriage, he still spoiled me rotten. He clung to me every night like he couldn't get enough. And there was nothing he wouldn't do for me. I really thought I'd found happiness at last. But one day, after we'd slept together, I heard him talking to his best friend. "Jenny's an international best actress now. When are you dumping Jean?" "It doesn't matter. I wouldn't end up with the person I love either way. Besides, I have to keep an eye on Jean. I can't let her ruin all the happiness Jenny worked so hard for." I booted up the computer in Conrad's study and stumbled upon a hidden folder. Inside were over 100,000 photos of Jenny, plus 100 unsent love letters. I'd been fooling myself long enough. It was time to wake up. I got myself a fake body and got ready to start a fire. That was it. Conrad and I were done for good.