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« Mademoiselle Lebrun, nous avions suivi vos instructions à la lettre : le corps ‘mort' vous ressemblait en tous points. Nous devions le livrer dans dix jours, directement sur le lieu de votre mariage avec Monsieur Humbert. » Au bout du fil, la voix calme de l'employé procurait enfin un peu de répit à Doriane Lebrun, dont les nerfs étaient à vif depuis des semaines. « Parfait, je vous remercie », répondait-elle. « Tout est en ordre, rassurez-vous. Aucune suspicion n'est possible : l'identification sera indiscutable. » Doriane sentait alors son souffle lui revenir, comme si un poids immense se soulevait. Elle prenait encore quelques minutes pour confirmer les derniers détails de l'opération avant de raccrocher. Puis, recomposant son masque de sérénité, elle franchissait la porte de la loge privée. À l'intérieur, les rires et les conversations s'éteignaient instantanément à son entrée, comme coupés au couteau.

Think you love someone from your heart. You can do anything to for the person you love. But she or he is not ready to accept u and your love.. What will happen then?Meet Aadhya sengupta... A girl not beautiful at all by looks but has heart of gold, she is introvert, has no sense of make up or dressing. She is 19 years old but she is different from the girls in her age.. She has a passion for writing... She write stories or I say write her dreams.. Yes you hear it right.. But what will happen when this not so beautiful girl slapped a Millionaire who will not let her go in any cost for taking his revenge by marry her? Meet... Veer Roy who is a millionaire. He can get any girl he want but what happens when he marry the girl who slapped him for taking his revenge? Is this the only reason behind his marriage with Aadhya or here is something he is hiding? So join the journey of love, hate, misunderstanding and secrets.Let's join the journey of Aadhya and her husband veer to know more read the story.....

My parents used the compensation money from my sister's car accident to buy a four-room house, but they only let me stay in the bathroom. My twin brothers, who were not even a year old, each had their own room. When the twins grew up, they got into a car accident. One of them needed a corneal transplant, the other needed a heart. My parents begged me to donate and save them. When I tried to escape, they betrayed me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the time just after my sister's death. I sought justice for my sister and myself, and made my parents pay for what they had done.

The daughter of our housekeeper was pretending to be a rich girl at college, handing out my designer stuff just to keep up the act. When I called her out, she actually had the nerve to say she was "redistributing wealth to help the less fortunate." I called the cops, but then she spread this wild rumor that I made her sleep with me for three years, and that she was using my luxury items to help me "atone for my sin." Then she and her boyfriend teamed up to try and have me killed. Next thing I know, I woke up and it was the exact same day she started her whole rich-girl act.

I was the real daughter of the Sinclair family, yet I was the one abandoned when their fake daughter and I were kidnapped and taken to the top of a building. They were given a choice between the two of us, and they chose to save the fake daughter, letting me be pushed off from the eighteenth-floor balcony. Even though I survived, I was completely disappointed in them. Then, their attitudes changed overnight. My parents, who despised me, started asking me about my likes and dislikes. My brother who wished me dead, started suddenly giving me precious jewelry. Even my fiancé, who always claimed I was nothing compared to the fake daughter, started to prepare for our wedding. To say I was confused was an understatement.

The day my boyfriend got back together with his first love was the day I boarded the flight to Imperia. "Queenie was just a fling," said my boyfriend. "I'll never see her again. We'll be together forever." His friends were worried about my ruining his heartfelt confession, but I would not. Not this time. Before I went to Imperia, I promised my mentor I would join medical research, and I was half a month away from total communication cutoff. I would have to stay around for ten years for the research. I would not be allowed to contact anyone in the meantime. And thus, my ties to my soon-to-be ex were broken.

Calon istriku adalah dokter forensik. Aku adalah petugas polisi investigasi kriminal. Aku mencintainya dengan sepenuh jiwa dan raga, tetapi dia hanya peduli pada cinta pertamanya. Demi membantu cinta pertamanya lolos dari kejahatan, dia membantunya mengenyahkan bukti. Dia tidak tahu bahwa itu adalah tubuhku. Setelah tahu kebenarannya, dia pun hancur ....

Aku meninggal pada hari pernikahanku dengan Bradley. Karena aku tak kunjung tiba, dia marah besar dan menikahi Michelle, sahabat masa kecilnya. Di depan semua orang, dia menyatakan dengan lantang, "Beatrice berselingkuh sebelum menikah dan telah mengundurkan diri dari pertunangan!" Ibuku hancur oleh fitnah itu. Dia mengalami serangan jantung di tempat dan meninggal dunia. Namun dia lupa bahwa demi membela Michelle, dialah yang melukai lenganku dengan pisau dan mengurungku di ruang bawah tanah selama sepuluh hari sepuluh malam. Aku memohon dengan segala cara, tetapi yang kudapat darinya hanyalah kata-kata dingin. "Tetaplah di sini beberapa hari, rasakan sendiri penderitaan yang kamu timbulkan pada Michelle! Sekalian hancurkan niat jahatmu!" Namun, ketika dia akhirnya menemukan jasadku yang telah membusuk dan dimakan belatung, dia menjadi gila.

Minha melhor amiga, Gabriela Nunes, que insiste no celibato, pegou o esperma que eu tinha escolhido para mim quando me acompanhava na clínica de fertilização. Naquele momento, eu soube que ela também tinha renascido. Na vida passada, eu quis ter um bebê de etnia mista, então fiz fertilização in vitro. Gabriela na época me ridicularizou por estar criando um filho de um estrangeiro, e disse que eu era uma idiota completa. Mal eu sabia que, meio mês depois, eu seria levada para a família real de Nabiro. Acontece que o esperma que eu tinha escolhido era de um príncipe de Nabiro, com oito origens étnicas. Ele não só queria me fazer sua princesa, como também prometeu que nosso filho herdaria o trono. Eu e o bebê fomos valorizados por toda a família real, e as joias no meu corpo quase me esmagavam. Em contraste, Gabriela ofendeu parceiros de trabalho por se autoproclamar uma feminista extrema, foi demitida da empresa e expulsa da indústria. No 100º dia do meu filho, ela usou todas as suas economias para comprar uma passagem de avião para me procurar. Mas, quando eu fui recebê-la, ela jogou meu filho no chão, matando-o, e jogou ácido sulfúrico concentrado em mim. — Por que você tem tanta sorte? Você não merece, sua vadia! Quando abri os olhos novamente, eu voltei ao dia em que Gabriela me acompanhou à clínica de fertilização...

I'm playing hide-and-seek with my son when he locks me on the balcony. It's freezing outside, and my face turns blue from the cold. However, all he does is laugh at me while I call for help. He makes ugly faces at me through the glass. "You look like the stray dog downstairs, Mom! You're so ugly!" I die a frosty and terrible death. Before breathing my last breath, I see my son excitedly give my husband a video call. "Mom has frozen to death, Dad. Can you take Ms. Cole home to be my new mom now?" When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the moment my son wants me to play hide-and-seek with him.