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I was pregnant. On my way to deliver documents to Tristan Goldberg, a flash flood struck. Desperate, I dialed his number, praying he’d answer. After a few rings, the call connected. But instead of Tristan, a woman’s voice answered. "Tristan, whose number is this? Do you want to answer it?" There was a brief pause, and then Tristan’s voice, cold and indifferent, cut through. "It’s just my maid. Ignore it. Hang up." And just like that, the call disconnected. Staring at the torrent rising around me, my pulse quickened. I texted him, begging for him to send a rescue team. Minutes passed as the waters climbed to my waist, churning and relentless. Then, a message from Tristan finally appeared. Tristan: [What kind of ridiculous story are you making up now?] Tristan: [Emily, do you think you're eighteen, playing these childish games? I want that document in my hands within thirty minutes, or we're getting divorced.] A surge of terror shot through me as I looked up, catching sight of a heavy branch snapping loose and crashing down. In an instant, everything went dark.

내 친구가 거금을 들여 내 뱃속의 아이에게 행운을 가져다줄 복주머니를 구해주었다. 나는 그저 고마운 마음으로, 그 복주머니를 밤낮으로 베개 밑에 두고 자곤 했다. 그리고 한 달 후, 나는 아들을 낳았다. 가족 모두가 모인 자리에서, 내 친구는 갑자기 친자 확인서를 들고 찾아와 무릎을 꿇었다. “아빠, 엄마! 제가 진짜 두 분의 친딸이에요! 임수정의 친엄마가 병원에서 우리를 바꿔치기했어요! 그리고 이 아이는 민혁 씨의 아이가 아니에요. 임수정이 밖에서 다른 남자와 몸을 섞어서 임신한 아이예요! 제 뱃속의 아이야말로 민혁 씨의 진짜 아이예요!” 내 부모님은 처음에 믿을 수 없다는 듯이 그녀를 바라보았다. 그러나 친자 확인서를 들여다본 순간, 그들의 표정이 변했다. 결국 그들은 실망감과 분노가 섞인 표정으로 나를 집에서 내쫓았다. 시댁과 주민혁도 나를 믿어주지 않았다. 그들은 내가 거짓말을 한 거라고 확신했기에, 나는 결국 그에게서 이혼을 당했다. 11월의 눈이 내리던 날, 나는 돈 한 푼 없이 거리에 서 있었다. 아이를 품에 안고, 길거리에 웅크려 앉아 아이에게 젖을 먹이고 있을 때, 길거리를 떠도는 노숙자가 나를 발견했다. 그는 내 아이를 강제로 빼앗아갔고, 나는 그 자리에서 극심한 고통을 느끼며 모욕을 당했다. 그리고, 그렇게 나는 죽음을 맞이했다. 죽은 뒤, 나는 모든 것이 내 친구의 음모였다는 것을 알게 되었다. 그녀는 나와 인생을 완전히 바꾸기 위해, 내게 복주머니를 주었던 것이다. 다시 눈을 뜬 나는 친구가 복주머니를 주었던 그날로 돌아갔다. 그러나 나는 이번에도 복주머니를 베개 밑에 두고 잤다.

(GORGEOUS MEN SERIES 11) Rowan Salvador, a man who they thought was a womanizer and known as a walking red flag. He has a nice body, looks, and strong facial features, and most important of all was that every woman adored him, wanted him and wished to be with this guy. But how come if they found out that he has the heart and soul of a woman? As fragile as a woman? Dressed as a woman secretly whenever there are no people around? Will they ever accept him as he is if they found out? Or will they reject him?

Sofia Grace Alejo, iniwan ng kaniyang ina sa panga-ngalaga ng kaniyang abusadong tiyahin simula ng iwan sila ng ama niya. Nahihihirapang makahanap ng trabaho dahil kahit magna cum laude siya noong kolehiyo ng secretarial ay pagdating sa height niya ay doon siya bumabagsak. Ang malas niyang buhay ay biglang mapapalitan ng suwerte ng matanggap siya sa isang law firm bilang Personal logistic Assistant, ng isa sa kilalang lawyer ng Valenzuela firm, si Ezekiel Nehemiah Riego. Workaholic, masungit na lawyer na wala pang naitatalong kaso. Paano magki-click ang isang 4'11 na si Sophia at isang 6'9 na si Ezekiel kung sa height at ugali ay hindi sila magkasundo. May mabuo kayang pag-ibig na parehas babago sa buhay nila? "Sinusumpa ko! Hindi ako maiinlove sa egocentric kong boss!"

"You sleep on your tummy, never any other way, unless I'm holding you. Does he know that? Parties make you uncomfortable, but you'd never know it because people love you. Does he know that? You have a photographic memory and consume textbooks at an alarming rate, hence the near perfect GPA. Does he know that? You wear socks to bed even in the summer because your feet are always cold. Does he know that? The closest thing you've ever come to seeing a rom com is literally The Dark Knight Trilogy. Does he know that? You think ice cream cakes are stupid and refuse to have them on principle even though that's just ice cream, you freak. Watching movies with you is a nightmare, because you know the ending within minutes of it starting. Does he know that? You are the smartest, most fun, most beautiful girl in any room." I was absolutely floored. As he took a deep breath, I risked a look at him, trying to get myself to be rational. He was staring right back. He was my best friend. Knowing all of these things about me was nothing to write home about. In all the time I had known him though, he had never looked at me like he was now. "Does he know that?" he asked softly, his voice almost a plea. "If he doesn't know all those things, he's not the guy, Stace." "No," I whispered, taking his hands into mine. "He doesn't know any of it." Some things in life you decide to do. Others are simply unavoidable. We were drawing closer to each other like magnets. The last thing he said to me before my eyes closed and our lips met was, "Then don't go."

When I was ten, I accidentally overheard my mother on the phone. It seemed like she was talking about me being a switched-at-birth rich girl, and that my real last name was Gardner. The coldness and cruelty my mother had shown me all these years suddenly made sense. When I turned 11, I paid an adult to get a maternity test done for both my mother and me. The results confirmed that I was indeed her biological daughter. I kept the report to myself and pretended I was still in the dark.

In her right state of mind, she would never have even been in a strangers car more less kissing him deeply at the backseat, but she wasn't in her right state of mind. Jeff's hand came down her face, to her neck, he held her waist gently and she let out a soft moan. She had nothing on but a silk gown that had thin straps. “Sir, ma'm we're here" Walter said out loud. They hadn't noticed the car had stopped some minutes ago. Emily's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she quickly sat upright, and picked her purse and heels. …. They had a misunderstanding when they met, an intimate moment the second time they met. All a big misunderstanding and they swore to never cross paths again. Little did Emily know Jeff was her new boss and the first son of Frank Aston, Billionaire and Head of Aston corporations. Third time’s the charm, but not for these two who knew they had fallen for each other but couldn’t be together.

Jason Trujilo employs Cara Thompson as a worker in his exclusive club in order to pay back the money her father owed. Once she paid off the debt, Jason tells Cara that she is free to go. Six months later, Cara is doing well for herself, until Jason comes crashing back into her life, demanding that she leave with him. Cara refuses to leave her new life, and Jason is hell bent on having Cara under his control. So how will this story end? ------------------------------------------------- SNEAK PEEK: Thirty minutes prior to lunchtime, Cara knocked on Jason's office, and after given permission, she entered the office with a stapled packet. Jason looked at Cara swiftly before focusing back on the blank screen of his laptop. She sat on one of the chairs, and stared at him from behind her glasses, waiting to be acknowledged. A princess she was, but Jason didn't care to be her knight in shining armor. No. He would rather be the villain who trapped her in a tower and punished her for being so innocent and yet spoiled and self-centered and confident.

เมื่อพ่อม่ายอายุห่างจากเธอถึง 11 ปี ในขณะที่เธอ คือสาวสวย มีความมั่นคงทางการเงิน เธอผู้มีสิทธิ์เลือก กับเขาผู้ที่อยากเอาชนะใจเธอ แต่เขาจะดีพอให้เธอเลือกไหมนะ?

My husband, Alex Walter, was the head of the Bodyguard Association. When I was about to be killed by the kidnappers, he was comforting his childhood crush, Susan Miller, who was sobbing in his arms. While the kidnappers stopped for a meal, I called Alex five times calmly. He was angry when he finally answered. "Susan was just rescued from the kidnappers, and she needs me. If you want me to come home, stop using your own kidnapping as some excuse to compete for attention. It is pathetic!" Hearing Susan's sweet and delicate voice in the background, I had no time to argue with him. Instead, I called the Bodyguard Association. The operator informed me that Alex had pulled all the city's bodyguards away thirty minutes earlier to rescue Susan. When the kidnappers returned, they mocked Alex's heroic efforts to save Susan, mobilizing the entire force for her. If I remember correctly, this was Susan's twenty-eighth kidnapping this month. As the kidnappers approached me with guns and tasers, I closed my eyes in despair. Before I died, I used all my strength to send Alex one last text message, [No matter what, I loved you. Move on from me.]