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She Walked Out of Hell and Into His Arms
Giselle Whitman's stepsister, Chantelle Whitman, sends Giselle's husband, Gavin Farrell, explicit photos. But Giselle is the one they send to a psychiatric hospital. For 180 days, Giselle suffers inhumane abuse every single day. The day she finally gets discharged, she decides she wants nothing more to do with her old life.Gavin favors Chantelle over her? Fine, Chantelle can have that trash of a man.Penelope Farrell, her own daughter, prefers Chantelle over her? Well, Giselle wishes them a perfect little mother-and-daughter bond.Her brother, Dylan Whitman, dotes on Chantelle? Then they can all stay together for good.When Giselle appears with Reagan Simmon, the most powerful and revered man in all of Kingswell, and sweetly asks him to put her shoes on for her, everyone loses their minds.…The head of the Simmon family, Reagan Simmon, is a man of dazzling brilliance and noble bearing. Though devastatingly handsome, he is notoriously known for keeping women at a distance. As a result, everyone speculates that the Simmons bloodline may very well end with Reagan.Until one day, he is seen chasing after a young woman on the street, his eyes filled with affection. He coaxes her softly, his voice barely above a whisper, "Baby, get some rest tonight. Let's go home and sleep. No funny business. I promise."…Gavin, now Giselle's ex-husband, watches the woman who once had eyes only for him being cherished by another man now. Once dejected and miserable, Giselle now blossoms once more, becoming more vibrant and alluring than ever. All Gavin can do is watch from afar, stealing glimpses of her happiness. And that is already more than he deserves.
A Joke That Nearly Killed Me
I'm a photographer who has been specifically invited by Native Geographic to hike up Mount Morac in order to take a cover photo for the next issue. Halfway up the mountain, I feel short of breath, and my heart keeps hammering in my chest. At the same time, I can feel my temples pulsing rapidly. Realizing that these are the symptoms of altitude sickness, I quickly dig out an oxygen canister and inhale from it sharply. But as soon as the gas hits my lungs, I realize that something is wrong. Immediately, I turn to look at my fiance, Julian Gray. "What the hell is this?" Strangely enough, my voice comes out shrill and high-pitched. I sound just like a cartoon character. As soon as Julian and his junior colleague, Bianca Reed, hear my voice, they burst out in laughter. "Ahahaha! Oh my god, you're too funny! Hahahah!" Both of them holler in laughter. Bianca even starts hammering the snowy ground in a dramatic fashion. I instantly realize that Julian and Bianca have secretly swapped out the life-saving oxygen canister to a helium canister instead just so they can pull a prank on me. Once they finally have their fill of laughing at me, I manage to hiss out, "Give… Give me… the oxygen… canister…" After Julian wipes his tears of laughter away, he waves a hand at me casually. "Oh, Bianca's physically weak, so I've given her the oxygen canister. You're a strong one—just hang in there, and it'll pass soon enough." I don't bother wasting my breath arguing with Julian. With trembling hands, I dig out a satellite phone. "Mr. Perez, someone has maliciously switched out my oxygen canister to something else. I'm suffering from a severe case of altitude sickness right now. Please arrange for a rescue team to pick me up as soon as possible."
No Longer a Pushover
In Noelle Liddell's past life, she obeyed her brothers' every command. Yet they exploited her and stepped all over her pride so they could dote on Xenia Quigley, their fake sister. Noelle is their birth sister, yet she ultimately dies after being kicked out of her home. After being reborn, Noelle follows one principle—she stops being such a Good Samaritan, and she's not going to forgive or make up with her brothers. They can go do whatever they want as long as they leave her alone. Her eldest brother, Donovan Liddell, wonders why his health has deteriorated recently. It's because Noelle doesn't bring him his medication and supplements anymore. Her second brother, Frank Liddell, wonders why his company's firewall keeps acting up. It's because Noelle doesn't maintain it anymore. Her third brother, Carl Liddell, wonders why the development of the new drug is going so slowly. It's because Noelle isn't testing it anymore. Her fourth brother, Blake Liddell, wonders why the scripts he's getting are so horrible. It's because Noelle isn't writing them anymore. Her fifth brother, Wyatt Liddell, wonders why his prosthetic limb is so terrible. It's because Noelle isn't producing them anymore. Her sixth brother, Lucas Liddell, wonders why his team lost. It's because Noelle quit. The six men grovel at Noelle's feet and beg for her forgiveness. "Come home, Nelly. Blood is thicker than water—we're a family!" Noelle sneers. "You only know that you're wrong after everything's gone to shit. Sorry, but I'm not going to forgive any of you!"
No End to This Love
Loved for two full decades by Stephen Rimmer of the Rimmer family, Crystal Hoffman believes she is finally about to walk down the aisle—only to be brutally betrayed right before the wedding. In the name of love for Amy Knott, his new flame, Stephen turns cold and merciless. He hurls cruel insults at Crystal, forces her to kneel, and even threatens her mother's life, crushing every bit of her dignity. Her mother dies tragically, her unborn child is lost, and she is left penniless. In the blink of an eye, Crystal is dragged from paradise into hell. At rock bottom, she makes a clean break. Leaving her homeland behind, she goes abroad to pursue the dreams she once had. Through sheer talent and grit, she gains admission to a top university and meets Julian Herring, her guiding light. While she steadily rises to become a brilliant new star in the pharmaceutical world, Stephen, obsessed with his new lover, allows her family to bleed the company dry, ultimately ending up with nothing left to his name and abandoned by all. By the time Stephen finally comes to his senses and goes abroad to search for Crystal, she is no longer the woman he once knew. She now wields real power, and she exacts revenge for every humiliation she once suffered, with interest, as the scumbag and the vile woman are made to pay a heavy price. This is a story of betrayal and redemption, vengeance and self-discovery, in which the daughter of a lowly maid rises against all odds to seize control of her own destiny.
Goodbye Scumbag, Hello True Love
"I'm so over Cassandra." Aidan Ziegler sneers, swirling his wine glass with a lazy smirk. "A real woman is soft and sweet—like Clara. As for her..." In the corner, a glass suddenly shatters in a man's palm. Cassandra Callum stands frozen, holding the cake she made to celebrate their three-year anniversary, eyes locked on the blood trickling down from his sharply defined fingers. Tristan Freeman, head of Freeman Group, slowly wipes his hand clean. His dark gaze sweeps over her tear-reddened eyes. "Ms. Callum, would you like to marry me?" The city explodes with gossip. Everyone thinks a broke little designer has climbed her way into wealth and power— what no one knows is that this marriage is a trap Tristan set five years ago. His private gallery holds over a thousand sketches of her profile—from that day in sophomore year when she crouched in a rainy alley feeding a stray cat, to her backstage at a runway abroad, gently arranging jewelry. Late at night, he stares at security footage, cigarette in hand, as Aidan kneels in a storm, soaked and shaking. Tristan suddenly pulls his delicate wife into his arms. Later, a finance reporter captures the once cold and ruthless Tristan, down on one knee before Cassandra. His hands tremble as he holds a pregnancy test. Cassandra flashes her wedding ring and laughs softly. "Surprised, Mr. Freeman?" Tristan, once known for being sharp and vicious, blinks back tears, then presses a trembling kiss to the faded mark on her ring finger. "Cassie, when you were 22, I wanted to say..." "Say what?" He leans in, his voice hoarse as he whispers, "The cake was really sweet."
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