Gwyneth

Alison Wright's eyes flickered open, and she winced from the strange pain radiating throughout her body. This wasn't a dream. She groggily took in her surroundings – a luxurious hotel suite bathed in soft morning light. Her gaze darted to the floor where her clothes lay crumpled and abandoned. Sh*t. She was f*ck*d last night. Literally. "God d*mn it," she muttered under her breath. Clutching her throbbing head, Alison tried to piece together the events that led to this less-than-ideal morning after. Flashbacks of her part-time job at an underground club played in her mind. She remembered being responsible for selling wine to customers, and one particularly annoying old creep who wouldn't stop pestering her. "Come on, sweetheart, just one drink," he had insisted, his greasy smile making her stomach turn. "Fine, but you're paying for it," she snapped. After downing the tainted glass of wine, her gut told her something was off. She hastily made her escape, stumbling out of the elevator and into the first empty room she found. And then...nothing. Her memory fractured like shattered glass.

Alison Wright abrió los ojos y lanzó un gemido por el extraño dolor que recorría todo su cuerpo: definitivamente no era un sueño. Con la vista nublada observó la lujosa suite de hotel bañada por la luz matutina y descubrió su ropa tirada y arrugada en el suelo. Sosteniéndose la cabeza adolorida, intentó reconstruir los eventos que la llevaron a esa caótica mañana. Recordó su trabajo a tiempo parcial en un club nocturno, la tarea de vender vino a los clientes y a un viejo desagradable que no dejaba de acosarla insistiendo en invitarle una copa. Tras beber la copa adulterada para quitárselo de encima, presintió que algo andaba mal, huyó a toda prisa y se refugió en la primera habitación vacía que encontró tras salir del ascensor; después de eso, sus recuerdos se fragmentaron por completo como un cristal roto.

Alison Wright riaprì gli occhi e gemette per uno strano dolore che le attraversava tutto il corpo: non si trattava affatto di un sogno. Confusa, si guardò intorno nella lussuosa suite d'albergo immersa nella luce del mattino, finché il suo sguardo non cadde sui vestiti appallottolati a terra. Stringendosi la testa pulsante, Alison cercò di ricostruire gli eventi che l'avevano portata a quel risveglio disastroso. Le tornarono in mente i ricordi del suo lavoro part-time in un club, la vendita di vino ai clienti e un vecchio viscido che non smetteva di infastidirla per offrirle da bere. Dopo aver mandato giù il bicchiere adulterato per toglierselo di torno, il suo sesto senso le suggerì che c'era qualcosa che non andava, spingendola a fuggire e a rifugiarsi nella prima stanza vuota trovata fuori dall'ascensore; da quel momento in poi, i suoi ricordi si sono frantumati come vetro spezzato.

Alison Wright schlug die Augen auf und stöhnte vor einem merkwürdigen Schmerz, der durch ihren gesamten Körper zog: Das hier war definitiv kein Traum. Benommen blickte sie sich in der luxuriösen Hotelsuite um, die in sanftes Morgenlicht getaucht war, ehe ihr Blick auf ihre zerknitterte Kleidung auf dem Boden fiel. Während ihre Schläfen pochten, versuchte Alison verzweifelt, die Ereignisse zusammenzufügen, die zu diesem chaotischen Morgen geführt hatten. Erinnerungen an ihren Nebenjob in einem Club stiegen auf: Sie musste Gästen Wein verkaufen und traf dabei auf einen ekelhaften Kerl, der nicht aufhörte, sie zu bedrängen. Nachdem sie das präparierte Glas getrunken hatte, warnte sie ihr Bauchgefühl, woraufhin sie fluchtartig den Aufzug verließ und in das erstbeste freie Zimmer stürzte — danach zersplitterte ihre Erinnerung wie zerbrochenes Glas.

Alison Wright a ouvert les yeux en grimaçant sous l'effet d'une étrange douleur qui irradiait dans tout son corps : ce n'était définitivement pas un rêve. Des idées encore confuses, elle a observé la luxueuse suite d'hôtel baignée par la douce lumière du matin, avant que son regard ne se pose sur ses vêtements froissés abandonnés au sol. Se tenant la tête pulsante, Alison a tenté de rassembler les pièces du puzzle pour comprendre comment elle s'était retrouvée là. Des flash-backs de son travail à mi-temps dans un club lui sont revenus en mémoire, notamment ce client âgé et insistant qui ne cessait de la harceler pour qu'elle boive un verre avec lui. Après avoir avalé le verre drogué pour se débarrasser de lui, son instinct lui a soufflé que quelque chose tournait mal, la poussant à fuir et à se réfugier dans la première chambre vide en sortant de l'ascenseur ; après cela, ses souvenirs se sont brisés comme du verre volé en éclats.

Camila Dawson was stunned and frozen in her place as she received the news of her pregnancy. Honestly, she wasn’t expecting it, she and her husband, Ethan Dawson only did it once. Now, her mind raced with thoughts whether she will inform her husband or not. Surely, Ethan will not welcome this as good news especially now that they are processing their divorce. Ethan was just forced to marry her because of his grandfather’s wish and now that the old man was dead, he was very eager to get a divorce. It was painful for Camila that even after two years of marriage Ethan didn’t give her a d*mn chance to be loved. Up until now, Ethan treated her like trash and only gave his gentleness and love to Vivian Murray. Now that Camila is bearing his child, would Ethan finally see her as a wife and a mother or will he just continue to feel resentment towards her? But the very little chance Camila was holding on to save her marriage had totally collapsed when Camila found out Vivian was also pregnant… Will Camila stay for the sake of her child or will she finally free herself from her husband’s betrayal and cruelty?

Betrayed by blood, trapped by power, and shattered by love—Stella’s world burns to ashes around her. Once a desperate daughter seeking help for her gravely injured father, she is now ensnared in a merciless game ruled by Brent Collins—a man who coldly uses her as a pawn, denying her even the hope of belonging. But beneath the bruises and broken promises lies a fierce woman, driven by searing rage, heartbreaking loss, and a hunger for vengeance that refuses to be silenced. As dark family secrets unravel—her mother’s deadly treachery, a brutal fight for control, and a heartbreaking miscarriage—Stella’s fight becomes a battle not just for survival, but for reclaiming her very soul. When enemies lurk behind every smile and allies wear masks, she must confront a merciless world where love is a weapon and trust can kill. Prepare for a pulse-pounding journey through betrayal, power, and revenge—where one woman’s shattered past ignites a storm that will destroy everything in its path.

On the day of Pauline Gibson and Tim Leonard’s wedding, Pauline found out that Tim and her best friend, Misty Pace, had been cheating on her. On that same day, Tim left her alone and rushed to the hospital where Misty was delivering their child. With full conviction and not allowing herself to be bullied by the crowd, Pauline walked down the aisle and bravely asked if anyone who was single would want to marry her right away. From among the main guests, a handsome man stood up and declared that he would marry her. However, the room was filled with chatter and murmurs when they realized that the man was actually known to be a fool.

Alison Wright abriu os olhos e gemeu com a dor estranha que se espalhava por todo o seu corpo: aquilo definitivamente não era um sonho. Com a visão turva, ela observou a suíte de luxo banhada pela luz suave da manhã e viu suas roupas jogadas e amassadas no chão. Segurando a cabeça latejante, Alison tentou juntar os pedaços dos acontecimentos que a levaram àquela manhã desastrosa. Flashbacks do seu trabalho de meio período em uma boate vieram à mente: ela se lembrou de ser responsável por vender vinhos aos clientes e de um velho nojento que não parava de importuná-la para tomarem uma bebida. Após virar o copo batizado para se livrar dele, seu instinto avisou que havia algo errado, fazendo-a fugir e se esconder no primeiro quarto vazio que encontrou ao sair do elevador; depois disso, suas memórias simplesmente se despedaçaram como vidro quebrado.