jackson the hedgehog

What are you going to do if you can’t afford all of your bills? You will probably opt for using your body to get what you want, as Rose was a stripper who worked in the Blueborn night bar. She got sacked by her female boss in the bar, but she got her prayer answered as she dated a billionaire sugar daddy whom she married after seven good months of courtship. He proposed while they were in a plane to Ibiza, right in the plane, and her life took another turn before there were twirls and whirls in her marriage and took another surprising twist along the way too.

In my previous life, my husband suffered a sudden brain hemorrhage and died instantly in his office. When I arrived at the hospital, all that awaited me was his lifeless body. Overwhelmed with grief, I coughed up blood and was bedridden ever since. On my deathbed, I happened to see a news report—my husband had won a $15 million lottery. Standing beside him at the prize ceremony was none other than my best friend. The shock killed me on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband had just died.

Three months into my pregnancy, I was resting at home to ensure the baby’s health when a typhoon struck. My husband, Adam Quinn, received a call and rushed out to meet his childhood sweetheart. As a result, I experienced severe abdominal pain. The ambulance taking me to the hospital was involved in an accident, and I lost the baby. Adam arrived much later, only to blame me, saying, "Mona Thomas, why are you so useless? You couldn’t even keep the baby!"

Alessandra tak menyangka malam itu adalah malam nahasnya. Sorot tajam kamera beberapa media serta kelompok kuli tinta turut menyertai langkahnya yang dikawal ketat beberapa polisi. Dia terlibat skandal yang diatur oleh orang dekatnya, konspirasi. Padahal, dia sedang berada di puncak popularitas sebagai model papan atas, orang menyebutnya sang supermodel. Semesta seperti memainkan hidupnya. Skandal malam itu membawanya bermuara dalam jerat dan dekap hangat pria paruh baya, pria yang lebih pantas menjadi ayahnya; Tuan Aroon. Siapa pria itu sebenarnya? Ada misteri yang belum teruangkap. Dalam aktivitasnya Alessandra selalu mengandalkan sang bodyguard--Mervile yang tak diketahui asal-usulnya. Mervile begitu overprotective memperlakukannya, lebih terlihat seperti memperlakukan wanita yang amat dicintainya. Tak jauh berbeda dengan Tuan Aroon, Mervile pun menyimpan suatu misteri. Siapa dia sebenarnya? "Sudah semenjak kau jadi wanitaku, aku menobatkan diriku sebagai bentengmu. Apapun yang terjadi." Tuan Aroon. "Nona cinta tidak dengan saya?" Mervile. Pada siapa Alessandra akhirnya menambatkan hatinya, menyerahkan cintanya??!

My boyfriend is a forensic doctor. I've been abducted and tied to a bomb—there's only ten minutes to detonation. The abductors force me to call my boyfriend, but all I get is a scolding. "What the hell do you want, Michelle? What are you playing at, using your life as an excuse just because you're jealous? "Vi's cat has already been stuck in a tree for three days. She loves it like it's her life! If you delay me from saving it, you'll be a murderer!" I hear a coquettish voice ring out on the other end of the line. "Thank you for this, Kev. You're amazing!" I recognize that voice—it belongs to my boyfriend's childhood friend. I text my boyfriend when the bomb is about to explode. "Farewell forever. I pray we won't meet each other again in another life."

Monica's life was turned upside down when her stepfather sold her out to Alpha Baxter, the ruthless Alpha king of the rouge wolves. But she has no option but to follow her fate as she hoped that things would get well soon in her life. Still, when she was pregnant, she saw herself trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who only saw her as nothing and she was determined to start a new life on her own and protect her unborn baby from Baxter's cruel grasp. Despite everything that had happened between them, fate decided to make them meet once again and Monica couldn't deny the lingering feelings she had for Baxter and the way he would always hold her tight. But could she trust him again after all he had done? And would he be willing to put aside his thirst for power and fame to love her and their child?

It was the third Valentine's Day after our marriage. Samuel was complaining to his friends about me, "Noelle's very uptight. She's so boring in bed. It's like doing it with a blow-up doll. I'd never have married her if she wasn't rich." I went to a club and got a model with an eight-pack to please me. Enraged, Samuel demanded an explanation. I eyed him and snickered. "Look at you. You're so flabby. I'd never have married you if you weren't at least good-looking."

On the eve of my wedding, I was run over by my fiance's childhood friend. My life was in danger. My best friend tried to call my fiance, but he hung up directly. He sent her a text message. "Ruth is sick. I don't have time." My best friend then called her boyfriend who happened to be a well-connected celebrity. However, he said, "Ruth is sick. She needs me by her side right now." After a night of resuscitation, we looked at each other in the ward and spoke at the same time. "I don't want to get married." To our surprise, both our fiances went crazy when they found out we called off our weddings.

Before my engagement, a fire broke out in my dressing room. The explosion sent shards of glass deep into my body. My best friend, Monica Addams, shielded me as we escaped the flames.  At the hospital, she stayed by my side as I clung to life.  She called my fiancé, James Miller. However, his response was dismissive. “Veronica isn’t feeling well, and I’m accompanying her to get an IV drip. If it’s no big deal, just drop it.” Furious, Monica unleashed a string of curses and called her own boyfriend, Lucas Smith, asking him to help find a specialist.  He brushed her off, too. “Stop overreacting. Veronica’s sick, so I’m getting her some medicine.” When I narrowly escaped death and met Monica’s gaze, I said in a low voice, “I want to call off the engagement.” Without hesitation, she responded, “If you end yours, I’ll end mine.” That was when both men panicked. 

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After they pulled her out, his rage shifted onto me. “It’s your fault she got hurt,” he spat, his eyes blazing as he grabbed me. Before I could make sense of what was happening, he forced me into a wooden box, slamming the lid down with a deafening crack. “You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain she went through,” he hissed, nailing it shut. I pounded on the walls, my screams tearing through the air. “Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me out!” My throat burned with the effort, my fists aching, but nothing stopped him. “Stay in there until you’ve figured out how to act like a decent human being,” he said, his voice cold, dripping with contempt. Hours passed. My body twisted unnaturally in the tight space, bones throbbing as blood smeared the wood beneath me. I whispered into the dark, the pain unbearable. "Please… just let me out…" But he didn’t care. A week later, he returned, his laughter echoing with hers as they entered the house, carefree from their trip. He finally opened the box. But by then, I was already gone. The woman he locked away was no longer breathing, no longer pleading. Just a cold, silent corpse.