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“ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ. Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown. Securing employment proved to be challenging, and her responsibilities as the primary provider for her small family added to her burdens. She had to support her brother's education as well as cover expenses for her mother's medical condition.She resorts to becoming a stripper out of desperation, ensuring her religious mother remains unaware of her shameful occupation.Her life takes a surprising twist when she is presented with a great chance to become an actress. The main male character, Raul D'Amano, is incredibly attractive and despite being married, the protagonist cannot help but feel drawn to him.✩░▒▓▆▅▃▂▁ ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult themes including infidelity, power play, dominance/submission, and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is advised. Recommended for 18+ audiences only. If you’re sensitive to themes of morally gray relationships or taboo dynamics, please proceed with caution. ▁▂▃▅▆▓▒░✩

ใครๆก็บอกว่าคุณสส. น่ะใจร้าย (สส. เซียง x อบเชย)

เขาคิดว่าตัวเองแน่ แต่กลับเอาชนะ 'เธอ' ไม่ได้สักครั้ง [โปรดXอัสมา]

“ยามข้ารักท่าน ท่านมิห่วงหา ยามข้าหมดใจ ไร้ซึ่งยินดียินร้าย เหตุใดท่านต้องแสร้งนึกถึงความหลัง เหนี่ยวรั้งข้าไว้ข้างกายเช่นนี้” เรื่องย่อ : เพราะเขาทนมองนางตายไปต่อหน้าต่อตาได้อย่างเลือดเย็น เช่นนี้นางยังผูกใจรักเขาได้อยู่อีกหรือ บุรุษเช่นนี้หรือที่นางใฝ่หา เสิ่นหนิงจิน ฮองเฮาแห่งต้าหยาง เคยพยายามทุกวิถีทางให้นางได้อยู่ในสายตาชายที่รัก แต่ไม่ว่าจะทำอย่างไรความสัมพันธ์อันเก่าก่อนของนางและเขาก็มิอาจหวนกลับ ‘จินเอ๋อร์ของอวี่เกอ’ ยากจะหวนกลับ คงหลงเหลือเพียง ‘ฮ่องเต้และฮองเฮาแห่งต้าหยาง’เท่านั้น เจิ้งเฟยอวี่ x เสิ่นหนิงจิน “หากเป็นเมื่อก่อนเจ้าคงไม่มองข้าด้วยสายตาเช่นนี้” “มิต้องกังวลไปเพคะ หม่อมฉันอยู่มองพระองค์ด้วยสายตาเช่นนี้อีกไม่นานนักหรอก” “หมายความว่าอย่างไร...” “หม่อมฉันมิอยากเป็นฮองเฮาแล้วเพคะ” “...” “หากฝ่าบาทจะกรุณา ช่วยมอบอิสระให้หม่อมฉันได้หรือไม่เพคะ”

ดูเหมือนของขวัญวันเกิดปีนี้คงจะทำให้ชีวิตผมไม่ปกติสุขอีกต่อไป - แฟนมีตxพาสต้า

"ฉันเอาเธอตายแน่พิ" SET คุณ (เฮียสี่ วสุ x พิ พินรี)

Even though this is my eighth time proposing to Beverly Galvan, she still coldly turns me down again. She says that she isn't ready yet and that she needs more time. Since that's the case, I tell myself I will wait as long as it takes. That's when I see it—her and my brother's marriage certificate, posted for everyone to see on her social media. When I question her about it, she merely says in a calm voice, "Timothy's unwell. He can't get too upset, so you'd better not start anything!" They are wearing wedding rings in that photo, and there is a barely visible bump on her belly. In that moment, the storm within me dissipates. Hitting the like button on the post, I type out a comment. "I wish you both a lifetime of joy. May the two of you grow old together!" A year later, a desperate-looking Beverly shows up in front of me, begging that we get back together. Unfortunately for her, her best friend, who was clearly pregnant, steps in with a smile and pushes her aside. "Give it a rest, will you? My husband already has a wife. We can have kids of our own. There's no need for him to be someone's fallback guy."

Days before Christmas, my girlfriend, Tessa Coleman, decides to take her assistant to the beach for the holiday. I don't argue or make a scene. I even help her pack her bags. But she sneers at me, mocking me for finally learning how to be sensible now that my legs are useless. As soon as she leaves, I reach out to her sworn enemy. In my last life, when I tried to stop her with my crippled legs, her assistant ended up brutally murdered at the beach. Tessa had acted like nothing had happened, but once I recovered, she hacked off my legs and killed me mercilessly. That was when I finally realized that she had hated me all along. This time around, I'll make sure she loses everything.

My wife, wanting to spend a romantic birthday date with her first love, added a dose of sleeping medication to the milk bottle of our sick, crying daughter. The medicine took effect, and our daughter drifted into a deep sleep, which allowed them to enjoy a romantic, undisturbed date together. When I came home, I found our daughter still sleeping. By the time we arrived at the hospital, it was too late. I called my wife, but she answered with irritation. "Is it because I'm celebrating Shawn's birthday that you must ruin it? I'll go home after the celebration is over." Then, she turned off her phone. Little did she know that, for the sake of one romantic date, she had taken our daughter's life.

After being forced to give my wife's first love my heart, I died in the hallway of the private hospital she had personally founded. My six-year-old son, Ash, had already begged her thrice by the time I had drawn my last breath. The first time was when he tugged on her hand, saying I was coughing up blood. Sneering, she claimed, "So he's finally learned something—teaching his kid how to lie." Then, she had the bodyguards throw him out of the room. The second time was when he clung to her sleeve, insisting that I rambled nonsense due to the pain. "It's just a heart transplant," she opined with a frown. "The doctor already said he won't die." At that, the bodyguards stepped in again and dragged him away. The third time was when he fell to the ground, clutching her pant leg with all his strength, crying that I had already passed out. She finally lost her temper by this point, grabbing Ash by the throat and hurling him out of the room. "I have already said it—Howard isn't going to die. Dare to disturb Skye's rest again, and I'll throw both of you out of this hospital," she warned. To save me, my son pawned the most precious thing he owned—his St. Christopher medal—to a nurse. "Ma'am," he said. "I don't need to live a long life. I just want my dad to live." She accepted the medal and was about to arrange for me to be transferred to the last available room. However, my wife's first love, Skye Whitley, had someone block the doorway with his pet dog. He mentioned, "Sorry, kid. Your mom's worried I'll get bored if I can't see my dog. This room is reserved for him."