I'm a well-known overachiever in the livestreaming industry, pushing myself to meet KPIs every day to the point where my overly competitive coworkers, who are like green tea, can't finish their streams on time. Seeing my green tea coworker cry is truly heart-wrenching, and the whole internet is criticizing me for being harsh on my juniors, telling me to get out of the livestreaming scene. After three consecutive days of streaming, I unfortunately collapsed and died, only to unexpectedly be reborn. In my new life, I cherish life and choose to stay away from green tea. The comments say, "Get out of the livestream!" I immediately feel excited and, facing the screen, sweetly smile and say, "Sure, shall I leave?"
I had a reputation as the fiercest competitor in the streaming community. I was constantly pushing myself to exceed the KPIs and working so hard that my colleagues, who pretended to be innocent, couldn't wrap up their streams on time.
My two-faced colleague, who sobbed theatrically to gain sympathy from viewers. The entire internet criticized me for being harsh on newcomers, telling me to get out of the streaming world.
After a grueling three-day streaming marathon, I tragically died. Unexpectedly, I went back in time.
In this lifetime, I cherished my existence and chose to distance myself from those Hypocritical.
The live chat comments said, "Get out of the stream!"
Confronted with this rebuke, I smiled sweetly at the camera, "Alright, should I leave then?"
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In the streaming room, the girl who pretended to be innocent sobbed theatrically, making everyone pitied her. "Don't blame Nadine. It's my own fault. I can't achieve 200% of the monthly KPI like Nadine, but I've really tried my best."
The live chat comments on the screen floated by, "It's not Liza's fault," "People like her are toxic to the competition," "Liza, don't cry. Nadine is morbid mentally," "Nadine, get out of the stream!"
Even the assistants nearby whispered among themselves, their mocking gazes falling on me, as if they were in agreement.
Liza glanced at me smugly, then looked tearfully back to the camera, causing the comments to once again lash out at me.
At that moment, I sat stunned in front of the computer, looking down at my flawless hands, then incredulously surveying my surroundings. This was my studio from two years ago. Why was I here? Hadn't I already been dead?
The comments in the live chat on the screen seemed to pick up on my unusual behavior, with one of them stating, "Has she dozed off during work? Why wasn't she saying anything?" " "Probably thinking this is cute that way. Poor Liza, having to deal with a clown," "Nadine, if you have any dignity, just leave the stream!"
Reading these comments, I finally came to my senses. I had indeed gone back in time to two years ago. In my previous life, I had succumbed to these rumors and gossip.
In that life, my boyfriend Kolton and I launched a startup together, founding a new media studio called Starry Moon Studio, which shared our surname.
Initially, it was just the two of us. Kolton handled resources and operations, while I was in charge of live-streaming sales. We were lucky to ride the live streaming boom and quickly earned our first significant income as foundation. Due to my skills, I became a famous streamer.
Our studio's business grew rapidly. In just a few years, it expanded from a two-person operation to a company with over a hundred employees. Kolton and I were constantly busy with our respective tasks, barely having time to have a break. It was during this time that Liza joined the company as a newcomer.
Liza had an innocent and pure appearance, with big, watery eyes that made her look pitiful.
As soon as she joined the company, she would constantly cottoned up to, often complaining that she was fresh out of college and didn't know anything, fearing she might be fired by her superiors. I had a high regard for young girl and advised Kolton to take care of her.
Little did I know that the girl I casually helped would eventually turn into a venomous snake that would bite me!
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This Book Contains Matured Contents, reader's discretion is advised. *** "Do you have any idea how much I want to be inside you right now?" he asked as he stood to his feet. "Then why aren't you?" I responded, loving the feel of him pressed so close, my back to the mirror, my front to him. But even still, in some far corner of my lust-fogged mind, I realized that we were still in a bathroom. Anyone could walk in and see us. The thought of getting discovered was scary and erotic at the same time. "Oh, we're not done. Spread your legs a bit for me, Kitten." He commanded. When I did as he instructed, he settled between my legs again. "Now close your eyes. And try not to move." Dominic Rutherford murmured. I drew in a sharp breath as his fingers slipped into me with a silky, wet ease. First one. Then another. A feverish tide rose inside me, and I groaned. I jerked in response, causing me to unconsciously move my hips towards his teasing, clever hand, seeking more. "Ohh-" My body trembled under his touch. "Please..." *** Ruby escapes a stifling marriage filled with betrayal, eager to reclaim her freedom. At a masquerade ball, she meets Dominic, a mysterious older man always wearing a mask and has a complex past. Their intense attraction ignites a passionate and dangerous affair. Dominic, who was tasked by Ruby's unknown brother to find her, is captivated by her defiant spirit. As Ruby gets entangled in Dominic's dark world and faces threats from her vengeful former husband and an enemy within, she struggles with her fear of love. Will Ruby and Dominic overcome their pasts and the secrets that threaten to tear them apart? Can Ruby submit to love even after the truth is revealed?
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”