Forget the past... Try the present... Prepare for the future... How can you end the past when the past is already approaching you? Will Jhelliet be stable? In the past, in the present? And in the future? How can she overcome it? Will Jhelliet still have an ally? Many problems will come, but Jhelliet can handle them. Jhelliet is a common third-year college student who has broken hearts in the past. She kept herself fixed until her ex appeared in her life again. Her college life became miserable, and her past memories were still playing in her head. She has a broken family, limited friends, and a lover who breaks her into pieces.
"Jhelliet, there's Nate," she said. With her finger, Anna indicated the area behind me. "Yeah, I couldn't give a d*mn." When she has tricked me into thinking Nate is present so many times, why should I believe her now?
Furthermore, I desperately want to move on with him.
"Are you telling me that you just don't care about me anymore?" The voice was cold, and I could feel it.
A voice sounded like it was behind me. something I'm quite comfortable with and knowledgeable about. His voice hasn't warmed up yet from the cold.
"What happened to you, Jhel?" "What gives you such a blank expression? Ana questioned me.
Now, we're at the cafeteria. As opposed to what you may believe, we eat actual food. We each ordered two pancakes and iced tea earlier. Currently, we are eating.
Earlier, I asked Anna, "Did you hear anything?" Certainly, I will inquire.
She frowned and said, "Nothing, why?"
As we devoured, I muttered, "Ahh, nothing; maybe I'm just hearing it."
"Girl, I have a rumor for you," she whispered.
This is just rumor spreading, pal. If I didn't have to be your friend, I wouldn't have been. So, I'm not one to spread rumors-barely enough to be noticeable.
We're genuinely curious: "What is that?" I scooched in a bit closer to hear her.
Someone's keeping a close eye on you. Avoid turning around. "Three o'clock on you," she added.
A moment ago, I looked around a corner and didn't realize that I was staring at the man who is now watching me. Someone who...?
She pushed me with her elbow. Someone is interested in placing a bet with you.
"Ayie!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with displeasure.
"Why do so many people admire you more than me?" Hmm.
Keep up the pretense that nobody is after her. They have a lot of men interested in her.
Just ignore it. Let's just get this over with, shall we? Shockingly, someone dropped my half-eaten hotcake right on top of my head.
Wtf!?
What was it again?
All at once, my veins began to fill with blood, and my brain began to feel a bit light. When I think about how annoyed I am, it makes me want to scream. Just being silent worked for me.
A sticky mass of syrup had accumulated on my head, which I clutched. For all, I care, whoever threw it is now dead.
I had a peek at it. For this girl, attractiveness is a heroic trait. That's what happens every day when Anna spreads rumors about the guys in the school who have a desire for me. Could you please excuse me? Is it because I'm so stunning that everyone seems to hate me?
"I'm done." I said it in irritation. "Are you completely crazy, bitch?" "Seriously, what the hell is your issue this time?" In a controlled tone, I said.
"You're stealing the spotlight that I deserve, so stop it," she said.
Taken aback, I asked, "Really, for you?" "Are you sure about that, girl?" Men don't pay attention to you because, of course, I'm gorgeous and you're the only shoes that I wear. Before I could walk away, I realized I'd forgotten something.
For the record, pancake remnants were transferred from my head to hers. Grace is something that can't be wasted. Don't waste it.
She got a faceful of it. Since she did the same thing to me, she can empathize with her plight.
Our time at the cafeteria was over, and we left. Both Anna and I stifled giggles. When I gave her the unused pancake, I could see the shock on her face.
"You're extremely unique, Bestie; you're terrific," she said.
Don't act like a bully. Bullies are brave individuals who act out of desperation, but you have the option of telling it like it is when dealing with such people. There's no requirement for revenge. Don't get mired down.
"Bes, my hair is so sticky that I want to go home right now," I told Anna as I washed my hair in the sink.
"Certainly, you should go home and get cleaned up first." I can leave. It's Friday, and the gate is open. Her words.
A two-hour break remains; there's not much to do right now. She added.
After shaking out the last of the syrup from my hair, I nodded and continued.
It's possible that I won't show up for school later. My damp hair was restored. I combed it out. It was still wet, but I gave pursuit nonetheless. I'm not used to my hair being so loose now.
When we split up, I didn't let my hair down...
"I'm going to abandon you here, witch. Leave me a message when you get back, okay?" When she left, she said her goodbyes.
Once she finished using the facilities, she walked out. Just as I was about to leave, I heard someone's voice. It was an obstruction in the passage. They are still entrapped in the jamb. In her opinion, she looked stunning right then and there.
Exactly like a door, in fact. Tsk.
You must have assumed I was finished with you at this point, right? In response to the stain on his suit, he said, "Look what you did to me because of what you've done!" It was an irritating utterance from her mouth.
There, in front of her, I put up my hand. "Am I at fault for this?" "Can you please leave the area I'm leaving behind, as I wasn't the first one to do that?"
Even when I was smiling and walking again, she still wouldn't budge. She stayed put at her place. The wacky dog's grin hasn't faded.
"I could have thought you were a door," I said. I gave a wicked grin.
"And why?"
"It's as if both of you were flat. I shook his hand and left immediately.
They were left gasping in the restroom when I left. The closer I got to the entrance, the faster I walked. I told the guard I was going out first.
Are you a snitch? Or did you ever betray someone? Mollie Porter snitched her best friend's billionaire husband for money, she swallowed her pride even betraying her best friend again. While Sean Pearce, a ruthless and unfaithful husband will not help without something in return, a contract will be made. "It's your choice; give me my daughter or be my fuck buddy again," Sean Pearce once said,
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..."Â But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.