Wonwoo No Makeup

“Did the condom really break all those years back or did you just want to baby trap me, Varian?” He looked at me, eyes freezing over, “I just did what time you would make sure you would never leave my side,” ••••••••••••• Varian and Thalia had been childhood sweethearts ever since they were little. He was the alpha son and she came from the Beta line, there's seemed like a perfect love story just waiting for its happy ending. That was until Thalia got a scholarship to go to Crescent University and pursue her dream of becoming a professional healer, it was supposed to mark the end of their relationship until another curveball was thrown at them–Thalia’s pregnancy. Her dream was eventually flushed down the toilet, exchanged for being an underappreciated glorified housewife with the title of Luna slapped across it. Varian had become distant over the years then the straw that broke the camel's back was when she found out that he had been cheating with her best friend, devastation claimed her. She demanded for a divorce and as if to punish her he made sure she was left with nothing more than the clothes on her back. One night she disappeared with her twins, and years passed. Varian came face-to-face with her again. The only woman who could cure a plague unlike any seen in a hundred years. He tried to win her back but now saw that their twins was calling another man ‘Daddy’

June, a young, naive beauty, lands her dream job as a secretary in New York’s most luxurious hotel, The Grand Hotel. She believes that her life is finally beginning, but unknown to her, the young billionaire CEO Alex Smith demands that she be picked for reasons far beyond her resume. To Mr. Alex Smith, June isn’t just another face, but the girl involved in a tragedy that shattered his life and cost his mother. What was meant for revenge leads to workplace romance and marriage, until Alex’s hurt began to resurface. A tragic accident wipes her memory, offering a second chance full of deception and betrayals. Will they find love again or is this the end for them?

I had been married to Lucius Martin for three years, and in all that time, there was never a shortage of women around him. Each time he brought another woman home, he would give me a necklace worth a fortune. In just three short years, I had accumulated ninety-nine necklaces. When Lucius fastened the hundredth necklace around my neck, I no longer cried or made a scene. Because this time, the woman he cheated with was my own older sister, the one who had beaten and scolded me since we were children. The man I loved most joined hands with the person I hated most to torment me together. At that moment, my heart finally died. This time, I took the initiative and walked up to Lucius, placing a house purchase contract into his hands. "As long as you sign this," I said, "you can do whatever you want with her." A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but in the end, he signed without hesitation. For the first time ever, he even leaned down and gently kissed my cheek. "Good girl," he murmured. "You've finally learned to behave." I personally opened the car door for him and watched as he hurried off toward my sister. When the car disappeared completely from sight, I let out a long breath. Then I reached beneath the documents and pulled out the paper hidden there—a divorce agreement.

I had a cousin my age. She overslept and was late for her SATs. Yet, she pinned the blame on me, saying that I made her take some fever medication. She stole 300 thousand meant for Grandma's surgery, claiming it was to buy me a car. She even insisted I was at fault when she accidentally got pregnant and took the wrong abortion pills, leading to severe bleeding. She vehemently insisted I pushed her, causing her to fall. My boyfriend stood by her side time and time again. Eventually, he finally gave up on me, telling me it was over. My aunt shoved me down the stairs, accusing me of ruining her daughter's life. My boyfriend witnessed the whole thing, but he told them I had fallen by accident when the police came. I died without ever seeing justice for myself. When I thought my life was finally over, I opened my eyes. I had returned to the day my cousin stole the money meant for Grandma's surgery.

Yvette Skye has been diagnosed with depression. She thinks her parents will understand her situation, but all she gets is boundless mockery and doubt. After her affair with her sister’s boyfriend is found out, she dies in an accident. After her death, her biased parents suddenly start to regret their actions.

Aurelia Giliam is her name now, what her original was she can’t remember. Her past life comes back to her in a painful headache. She somehow got into the body of the villainess of an otome game she enjoyed playing. This villainess caused trouble left and right for the heroine. But in the end, she always ends up getting abandoned by her family and dying in the end with no one to mourn her death. Now she was this villainess. What shitty luck.This Novel may have some subject that may trigger some people so be cautiousCover made with Picrew - https://picrew.me/image_maker/41329

After my girlfriend returns from a month-long business trip with her first love, she notices that I've changed. She sides with him to take over my project, but I don't quit in anger. Instead, I throw myself into helping him, even drafting proposals for him. She destroys the design I worked so hard on to help him snag the year-end bonus, yet I don't try to defend myself. I take all the blame and let her punish me however she likes. Even when she goes as far as to promote him to general manager against the rules, I don't get upset. I hand over all my shares, letting her distribute them as she wishes. My girlfriend wonders why I've suddenly become so submissive, while her first love just grins smugly. "See? I told you—giving him the cold shoulder works. Once he's afraid of losing you, he'll fall in line," he says. It clicks for my girlfriend. She smiles, tells me I've been good, and offers me a promotion. Then, she unexpectedly asks me to propose. But she doesn't seem to realize that while we weren't speaking, she has already signed my resignation papers. And I've already broken up with her. From this moment on, I sever all ties with her, and we no longer have anything to do with each other.

Diadopsi. Dijodohkan. Dipaksa menikahi pria yang mencintai wanita lain. Avenna tak menangis. Tak mengamuk. Dia hanya tersenyum dan menjalani peran sebagai Nyonya Hazelton yang anggun, tak tersentuh, seolah kebal pada luka. Hingga malam itu datang. Malam di mana seorang pria bayaran bertopeng merenggut kendalinya. Membisikkan dosa di balik ciuman, menyulut bara dalam tiap sentuhan, dan menyeretnya ke dunia yang tak pernah ia kenal, penuh napas panas, erangan tertahan, dan bisikan yang merusak logika. "Kau yakin… ingin lepas dariku?" Suara baritonnya merayap di telinga Avenna, menelusup ke tulang belakangnya seperti racun manis yang mematikan. "Yah, yah, aku rasa begitu." Suaranya bergetar. Tapi tubuhnya sudah menyerah sejak jemari pria itu menekan pinggangnya, mengukir ingatan yang tak bisa ia hapus. "Kau bohong," bisiknya. Napasnya membakar kulit leher Avenna. "Karena hanya aku yang tahu… bagaimana membuatmu lupa siapa dirimu, dan hanya mengenal namaku dalam teriakanmu, dalam tubuhmu, dalam setiap detak jantungmu." Satu gigitan. Satu desah. Dan seluruh kendali Avenna runtuh. Tapi yang tak ia tahu… Pria itu bukan sekadar pemuas sesaat.

En el mercado negro, mi padre escogió para mi hermana mayor y para mí a dos gemelos como guardaespaldas. Mi hermana, sin pensarlo, se quedó con el hermano alto y corpulento, dejándome al “mudo”, que apenas seguía con vida. Me dio lástima y lo mantuve a mi lado. Como no hablaba, lo llevaba de un lugar a otro buscando médicos y remedios. Como tenía una severa misofobia, yo siempre mantenía cierta distancia entre nosotros. Creía que había sufrido algún trauma y por eso era así. Hasta que los enemigos de mi padre nos secuestraron a mi hermana y a mí. Él me dejó atrás, eligiendo sin titubear morir para recibir la bala por mi hermana. Antes de morir, habló por primera vez; con los ojos enrojecidos le dijo a mi hermana: —Por fin puedes verme. Y a mí, en cambio, me dijo: —En la próxima vida, te lo ruego, no me elijas. Entonces entendí que no era mudo ni tenía misofobia. Lo de “mudo” y “misofobia” era solo hacia mí. Al abrir los ojos de nuevo, había vuelto al día en que elegíamos guardaespaldas. Esta vez, cumplí su deseo.

My fiancé is the heir to a mafia empire. For seven years, I believed our love was the one true thing in a world built on lies. Then, on the night of our engagement party, I found him holding another woman — my own half-sister, the daughter of our family’s oldest enemy — whispering words that shattered everything: "I regret everything. Come back to me, and I’ll call off the wedding." I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I made a phone call instead. Three weeks later, on what should have been our wedding day, I erased my identity and vanished from his world. But not before making sure our wedding would be one he — and every family in the underworld — would never forget.