Ameena thought working in a lawyer's office was terrific until she realized that her boss, Adam-was a handsome and sadistic lawyer who liked to order his secretary without understanding her feelings. Interacting too much with Adam makes him interested in Ameena, and he has the heart to destroy Ameena's love story with her fiancé, Alvin. Will Adam be able to trap Ameena's heart? Or is he the one who will be left behind?
Why did I choose law school in the first place?
Before death, my father said I should become a hero in the world of law. Fight crime, uphold justice. That's why I was named Ameena Justicia. How, very good for sure? Even if you're honest, the law doesn't need to be enforced because cassava stems can only stand upright. The law should be bought.
Hey, it's true. Listen to me. 80% of the world's problems can be solved with money. I think you got the name wrong. I want to change to Ameena Cuania, Always Go to Party when I was Young, Happy when Getting Old, and Go to Heaven after Die.
It's not just guys who want heaven to meet a girl as beautiful as Bae Suzy; I want to meet a guy like Kim Soo-Hyun. The name is a prayer. If you want your child to be rich, give him a name containing money elements.
But my father is a good person. It is impossible to give a frankly materialistic name. My father is a romantic man. When he sold meatballs, he never mixed rat meat. So honest. Unlike me, who justifies any means? The 2.8 GPA on the grade transcript is the result of cheating. If I didn't cheat, my GPA would only be one comma. Luckily my friends at law school used to be good; each exam gave me the cheat sheet I requested.
Why are my friends all good? I was also confused. I'm not pretty, just cute. My body is not tall, even so, attractive that many say I resemble a junior high school student. The brain is also like a processor, Pentium 2. Loading sometimes takes a long time, significantly when it's short. I do not have any advantages other than excess sin.
Besides, do I want to go to law school myself? I wish not to eradicate crime and uphold justice. That's Spiderman's job.
Before his death, my father advised me not to steal other people's rice pots. He encouraged me to go to and graduate from law school so I could become a lawyer. My goals are high, right? Of course. I want to be like a lawyer who likes to show off a ring the size of a potato.
Unfortunately, becoming a lawyer is not as easy as you hope. I sent fifty applications, but all were rejected. Starting today, even a year, I'm officially unemployed after graduating.
Mother said I was told to continue Father's business, to be a rat meatball seller-uh, sorry, beef meatballs. Even if I'm the one selling it, there's no guarantee that the meat used is natural beef or rat meat that can be found on the side of the gutter. If I were a meatball seller, the rats around your house would suddenly rarely walk around the channels, instead moving into bowls in adorable round shapes.
I said earlier that I don't have any advantages besides sins, right? I'm wrong. I have the benefit of not knowing myself. Despite being rejected 50 times, I was determined to apply to the 51st law firm.
The law firm I applied to the other time had no vacancies. I'm the only one who dared to use it. Unexpectedly, a week after I sent my application e-mail, there was an interview call from Candra, Utomo, Andika, Narendra and Partners Law Firm or CUAN Law Firm for short.
See, it's also a business. So don't be pessimistic. It's like saying, if someone's house doesn't receive guests, break down the door. It's open.
On the appointed day, I was ready with a white shirt top and red pant skirt. Why are you wearing a red dress? Grandpa Google said red is a colour that is sure to invite attention. All eyes will be on you. I hope the lawyer there will look down at my skirt, not my face or head because my head is empty. My head is filled with brains. My brain has nothing in it except cash.
"Mom, I m going now," I said goodbye to Mom.
Mother's job is to sell vegetable salad. Before dawn, I bought vegetables, peanuts and other spices at the traditional market. Now Mother is boiling a large pot of vegetables. The peanuts are ground.
"Yes, be careful. Pray a lot so that you will be successful in every endeavour," my mother advised.
"Of course. Asalamualaikum."
"Waalaikumsalam," said Mother, still busy stirring the pot.
After kissing the back of Mother's hand, I went out to warm up the old motorbike from my college days. My father used to buy used ones; he said riding a motorbike is more economical than taking a bus. But you're mistaken. This motorbike even made him bankrupt because he was diligent in and out of the workshop. Because it's old, I call this motorbike The Grandpa.
Brum, Brum...
Incredibly this morning, Grandpa doesn't cough, doesn't cranky. Well, I am done. I warm up the engine for about five minutes.
The distance between the house and the CUAN office is about thirty minutes if there are no traffic jams. Quite far. If there are traffic jams, my trip needs forty-five minutes to an hour. I left at seven to arrive at the office by eight o'clock.
The blue sky is slightly overcast. The sun shines bashfully like me when offered ten million. The main road is crowded with people going to work-jammed, solid creeping. I stopped when the red light came on. Suddenly, a drop of water was on my hand, still holding Grandpa's handlebars. Gosh, why wear all the rain events?
I slid down the sidewalk, grabbed a raincoat from the trunk and put it on. As soon as I got on Grandpa and I started, Grandpa didn't want to go.
"Grandpa, ouch... Your granddaughter needs this job. Please turn it on today. There is an interview." I begged with a pitiful face. I clasped my hands to worship Grandpa. But in vain. The grandpa sulked, not knowing the place and time. Even though I adored, pounded on the dashboard, and kicked the tires, Grandpa remained silent.
"Just take a motorcycle taxi, Sister. I will take you by motorcycle," said a voice beside me, a man in a black jacket with his face covered by a full-face helmet with the windows opened. From his appearance, it looks like he's a motorcycle taxi driver.
"Sister, huh? You're not my brother," I said curtly.
"Hei, don't be fierce. I want to take you, little girl. Where is your school?"
I clucked. Who also wants to go to school? Smart ass. I took a screwdriver pretending to check the engine, knowing nothing.
"Be careful, Little Girl. Please don't open it carelessly. Later you can't install it again; you don't know anything," said the motorcycle driver, who didn't want to give up.
I don't know why Grandpa suddenly relapsed. I don't see the world of mechanics. I threw the screwdriver onto the asphalt and stood before the motorcycle driver.
"Graha Nusa Kencana Building. How much?" I asked.
"What are you going to do there? You can't skip school. I will report it to your parents," the motorcycle driver threatened me.
What? I rolled my eyes. Ho, did he know my parents? The basis is not clear. I don't want to wait; I could run out of time.
"How much, Sir? Hurry up."
"one hundred dollars."
"Huh, why so expensive?" I asked, glaring.
"Okay, I'll give you eighty dollars. It's a traffic jam, Sister. It's also raining. I must buy herbal medicine since I don't want to get sick."
I sighed in annoyance. What do you want? There is no better choice than using a motorcycle service.
"Grandpa, wait here. I have a job interview first. Pray for it to go smoothly," I said goodbye to Grandpa. I rubbed his body before getting on the motorcycle driver.
Graha Nusa Kencana is far away. Plus, the rain is getting heavier and heavier like this, and the trip is getting longer. The motorcycle driver did not dare to step on the gas. The road is slow, just like a snail.
"This is the building," said the motorcycle driver, stopping before the outer portal.
"Come in, Sir. Why are you stopping here?"
The entrance is still quite far. I can sweat profusely if I walk.
"You just got here by that payment. If you want me to come in, you must pay ten dollar extra," The motorcycle driver answered.
Is it okay if I splash Ojek Abang's head with sewage water? Stingy is not approx.
Resentfully I took money from my wallet to pay for it. I ignored the thanks for giving Abang Ojek but immediately ran through the portal.
The building is Callan and d bona fide, according to my dream of working in an elite office. I ran, but why so far not up to? I'm already out of breath. The rain didn't; it just got heavier. Thank goodness I was wearing a raincoat. Otherwise, you can get soaked.
As I ran, a bright red sports car passed beside me. Even though it was wet, the car still looked shiny and smooth. The driver honked. I pulled over to let the car pass. Instead of being grateful, the vehicle stepped on a puddle of water which automatically splashed down my skirt.
"Hey, bastard! Stop!" I cursed while raising my hand. I would have thrown the glass car if there was a stone.
The car kept going, without noticing that there were beautiful people, eh familiar people, who shouted at him.
Shit, my skirt is soaked. Rich people have no morals. Who the heck is he? Opening the glass to apologise is not willing. Watch out for my revenge when I become a famous Lawyer.
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The rise of Stella Rogers as the last clan of mixed-blood red foxes makes vampires vying for the blood of the Half Blood. Despite changing her name, changing the color of her irises, and even smelling like a human, Stella Rogers, who is now Federica Dawson, must face various obstacles to protect herself from those who try to resurrect a half-blood vampire named Grim Ripper. In between these obstacles, Federica Dawson is met with a vampire who calls to become an ally of the Half Blood. The journey to find a way to kill the Grim Ripper makes them fall in love with each other. Did Federica succeed or did she kill herself?
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
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!"
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?"
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"