At the age of twenty-five, I dedicated most of my time to studying and working diligently. I have never played games, never drank alcohol, and have rarely done anything wild that belongs to youth.
At the age of twenty-five, I dedicated most of my time to studying and working diligently. I have never played games, never drank alcohol, and have rarely done anything wild that belongs to youth.
Alfred Jackson suddenly turned around, pinning me against the wall with a serious expression. "Jayne, I'm really going to do something serious now!"
In the dim light, with the faint sounds of commotion around us, the alcohol buzzed in my head. Looking at his vibrant, handsome face, I instinctively leaned in and kissed him.
"What are you doing, Jayne?"
I accidentally hiccupped, holding back the urge to throw up, and laughed, "Weren't you going to get serious? I'm just helping you out..."
"Jayne, I meant I want to focus on my studies again and retake my exams to get into college."
I couldn't hold it back and ended up vomiting on him...
Well, that's the consequence of teasing me...
The next morning, I woke up to find myself lying next to him. As I quickly sat up, he pulled me back down. "What, Jayne, you don't want to take responsibility?"
That day, I was shopping at the mall when I saw a message from my editor saying my writing style was outdated and didn't appeal to young readers. It was so true! I felt that not only was my writing style old, but I was too. This kind of oldness wasn't about age, it was about mindset and experience.
For the past 25 years, I had dedicated most of my time to studying and a proper job. I had never played video games, never drank alcohol, and hadn't done many of the crazy things young people did.
Outside the mall, a group of teenagers were doing tricks on skateboards, spinning, jumping, and flying through the air. It was quite impressive. I was so engrossed in watching them that I forgot to step aside, and one of the boys almost bumped into me, startling me into a shout, feeling a bit embarrassed.
The boy politely apologized, saying he forgot to avoid me, which made me feel even more embarrassed. In my fluster, I didn't even get a good look at him, but his youthful energy left a lasting impression on me, inexplicably stirring something inside me...
Suddenly, I understood what my editor meant by saying "appeal to young readers". So, I quickly headed to the roadside to catch a cab, planning to go home and revise my writing.
Just as I was about to get out of the cab, I realized with dismay that I had lost my phone and hadn't brought any cash. "Sir, I'll leave the clothes I bought with you and go home to get the money."
"Hurry up, hurry up..." The driver looked impatient.
At that moment, someone handed twenty dollars through the window. "No need for change."
"Thank you... Do you live in this neighborhood too?" I got out of the car and saw a young, handsome boy in front of me, guessing it was the one who almost bumped into me earlier, as I could still sense that familiar but indescribable aura.
"Looks like you owe me more than just the cab fare, Jayne."
Then something was placed in my hand. I looked down to see it was my phone.
"Earlier, the more I called at you the faster you walked, are you too good looking to be insecure?"
I could tell he was teasing, so I didn't respond.
Before I could say anything, he flashed his WhatsApp QR code, showing his nickname, and it read, "Wanna Try Something Fresh."
I blurted out, "Are you a foodie?"
He smiled mischievously, "I like beautiful women."
I felt his smile was a bit cheeky, and his words seemed suggestive. It must be my imagination running wild again, maybe this was my professional inertia...
"It's too hot to chase you so hard, so please buy me a drink." Before I could agree, he headed straight to the cafe at the community entrance.
Since he came over to return my phone, it was only fair. But his words sounded odd.
He took a sip of his Americano, looking disgusted. "What do you women drink all day?"
I found it amusing. "Didn't you order it yourself?"
"I've never had it before, just ordered randomly!"
So I got up and ordered a lemon juice for him.
He still looked displeased. "Too sweet..."
Then, I simply asked the owner for a cup of plain water and handed it to him. This time, he was finally satisfied.
I couldn't help but laugh. "If you don't like sweet things, why come to a beverage shop?"
"Didn't I tell you my preference?"
So he was coming to a cafe to see pretty girls? Alright, it seemed I was really out of touch with young people...
Then I inadvertently noticed on WhatsApp he had saved my nickname "Smiling All the Time" as "Flirty Smiling Lady," and I almost burst out laughing, "You wrote it wrong!"
"It's just a nickname, why so serious!" At that moment, his phone rang. He answered it, and the voice on the other end was loud. "You are really dating her! She's pretty, but don't you think she is so old..."
He quickly hung up without a hint of embarrassment, stood up to leave, and turned back at the door to say, "If you're into skateboarding, Jayne, you can come to the city center to watch the competition at 8 PM on Saturday."
Before I could respond, he had already disappeared from my sight.
Little did I know, this chance encounter would change the course of our lives...
"Please believe me. I didn't do anything!" Thalassa Thompson cried helplessly. "Take her away." Kris Miller, her husband, said coldly. He didn't care as she was humiliated for the whole world to see. What would you if the love of your life and the woman you considered your best friend betrayed you in the worse way possible? For Thalassa, the answer was only one; she's going to come back stronger and better and bring everyone who made her suffer to their knees. Let the games begin! ***** "I hate you." Kris gritted out, glaring into her eyes. Thalassa laughed. "Mr Miller, if you hate me so much, then why is your dick so hard?"
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
My marriage ended at a charity gala I organized. One moment, I was the pregnant, happy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announced to the world that he and his childhood sweetheart, Harper, were expecting a child. Across the room, I saw them together, his hand resting on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a public declaration that erased me and our unborn baby. To protect his company's billion-dollar IPO, Gabe, his mother, and even my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our home, into my bed, treating her like royalty while I became a prisoner. They painted me as unstable, a threat to the family's image. They accused me of cheating and claimed my child wasn't his. The final command was unthinkable: terminate my pregnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the procedure, promising to drag me there if I refused. But they made a mistake. They gave me back my phone to keep me quiet. Feigning surrender, I made one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biological father, Antony Dean, the head of a family so powerful, they could make my husband's world burn.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
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