oscar worthy performance

"Dear, it's time for your medicine!" The beautiful and pure Holy Daughter brought over the medicine for treating his wounds. On this day, he saw betrayal with his own eyes and experienced despair with his soul... From this day forth, the Hero was dead, send paper offerings if you must!

In my past life, my husband, Ricardo Whitman—a celebrated fintech prodigy on Wall Street—died from what was reported as “sudden anaphylactic shock” after a charity gala. What he left me, aside from a chasm of grief, was a massive two-and-a-half-million-dollar debt. For the sake of my son, Connor, who was still in high school, I sold my proudest creation—a penthouse loft I had designed myself. I moved into a basement in Brooklyn, working three part-time jobs a day to pay off what were supposedly "investment losses." The long-term mental stress and overwork took their toll. My body finally gave out, and I succumbed to illness in that squalid rented room. On my deathbed, I overheard my son, by then in college, on a video call. On the other end of the screen was his father, who was supposed to be dead. In that moment, the truth sliced open my heart like a scalpel. The so-called debt was nothing but a cryptocurrency money-laundering scheme orchestrated by Ricardo and his lover and business partner, Selina Ford. My husband had faked his death to pull a vanishing act. And my son, Connor, was a knowing accomplice from the very beginning. He watched as my life was drained away, all so he could one day inherit that ill-gotten wealth without any burdens. With a heart full of burning resentment, I took my last breath. When I opened my eyes again, I was assaulted by blinding spotlights and the scent of champagne. I was back at the gala, at the very moment Ricardo collapsed into my arms and stopped breathing. The day my world fell apart.

The social season of 1813 begins. Among the numerous young ladies is Miss Eleanor Turner and her prospects for this season are abysmal. With no dowry, connections or anything else to recommend her to the eligible gentlemen she'll have to take matters into her own hands.

The Oscar Gang is a group of teenagers who are trying to find their identity, the most comfortable home for some of its members. For them to go home when they received a relentless blow from God. Oscar Gang with a million stories and also wounds that never heal. There are Laskar and Sella with different beliefs and different tastes. There is Raka who will never get Rara’s love. And finally there are Irza and Jeri with all the regrets that bind them both. Will they be able to face the world with all its pain, or will retreating be the best solution for what is still a short journey? Who knows.

He asked himself, "Am I worthy of being loved, or am I destined for heartbreak?" For 14 years, Ben felt like he wasn't worthy of anyone's love. At age 10, his mother left them. His father used him as a punching bag. When his life changes suddenly, he's unsure how to react. Little by little, he accepts those who promise a happy existence. Several types of love are offered to him. 1) A parent's love 2) Friendship 3) Romantic love A figure of his past threatens everything

This is my own story about Lumine and Kody. It starts out when Lumine hears a sound resonating through the hallway. It actually turns out it was Kody playing the piano in his living room.

In the New York underworld, it was an open secret that I was Vincent Russo’s wife in name only. We had a marriage certificate, but none of the intimacy that was supposed to come with it. For three years, the women in his bed were a revolving door. The tabloids were filled with photos of him carousing in Las Vegas with a parade of different women. The next day, those photos would be the talk of every high-society luncheon. He never cared about my dignity, convinced I had stolen the place beside him from the woman he truly loved. The Russo family pitied me, whispering that I was just an unfortunate substitute, a pawn in a marriage alliance. I never defended myself, only smiling as I covered up his every scandal, playing the part of the perfect Mrs. Russo. They didn't know I had signed a secret contract with his father, Don Antonio. If I could just endure these three years, my massive debt would be wiped clean, and the man I loved would finally get the life-saving treatment he needed.

Dans le monde souterrain de New York, c'était un secret de polichinelle que j'étais l'épouse de Vincent Russo uniquement sur le papier. Nous avions un certificat de mariage, mais aucune de l'intimité qui était censée l'accompagner. Pendant trois ans, les femmes dans son lit se succédaient sans cesse. Les tabloïds regorgeaient de photos de lui faisant la fête à Las Vegas avec un défilé de différentes femmes. Le lendemain, ces photos faisaient les commérages de tous les déjeuners mondains. Il ne s'est jamais soucié de ma dignité, convaincu que j'avais volé la place à ses côtés à la femme qu'il aimait vraiment. La famille Russo me prenait en pitié, murmurant que j'étais juste une malheureuse remplaçante, un pion dans une alliance matrimoniale. Je ne me suis jamais défendue, me contentant de sourire tout en dissimulant chacun de ses scandales, jouant le rôle de la parfaite Madame Russo. Ils ne savaient pas que j'avais signé un contrat secret avec son père, Don Antonio. Si je pouvais simplement endurer ces trois années, mon énorme dette serait effacée, et l'homme que j'aimais obtiendrait enfin le traitement vital dont il avait besoin.

My engagement was supposed to be my happily ever after… until he humiliated me in front of everyone. Betrayed and abandoned, I never expected a cold, mysterious billionaire to enter my life—and buy me as if I were just another deal. Now I’m trapped in a contract with him, forced to play the part of his perfect partner. But the more I resist, the more he wants me… Can I survive this game of power, passion, and revenge, or will I lose everything to the billionaire who ruined my engagement?

Amelia Lockhart has one mission: make the top idol Ethan Quinn fall in love with her, then break his heart, so that Ethan Quinn can successfully pass his tribulation and return to his position as a High God. There's just one problem: as the most hated woman on the internet, Amelia is the last person anyone would pair with the nation's golden boy. But when she lands a spot on a dating show alongside Ethan, she sees her chance. She does all the heavy lifting and is dependable enough to make him see her differently. As a result, Ethan starts pretending to be weak. The fans are confused. Their untouchable idol is... blushing? Getting clingy? Calling her "jiejie" in that voice? "Sis, I surrender." "Sis, you can only spoil me like this." Amelia is losing control of the plan. She was supposed to seduce him and walk away. So why is he the one coaxing her to stay, and why is it getting harder to say no?