In a world of cracked ceilings and borrowed dreams, Mateo, a struggling artist scraping by on hope and hustle, finds his gray skies lit by Clara-a muralist whose laughter paints color into his life. Together, they craft a fragile future: selling hand-painted ceramics in flea markets, whispering promises of a better life, and clinging to love as their masterpiece. But when Eric, a charismatic patron, offers Clara a golden ticket to the art world's stage, their sunlit bond begins to fracture. Torn between loyalty to Mateo and the allure of ambition, Clara drifts into a glittering world of jasmine perfume and whispered deals, leaving Mateo to question if their love was ever more than a beautiful illusion. Betrayed and shattered, Mateo confronts the ruins of their shared dreams. Through the ashes, he discovers a fiercer truth: art is not just survival, but rebirth. With raw ceramics and charcoal, he crafts a haunting new collection-one that dares to ask, Can love's broken pieces become something stronger than the whole? A poignant tale of sacrifice, ambition, and the quiet resilience of the heart, My Girlfriend, Boyfriend weaves a mosaic of love's fragile beauty and the courage it takes to rebuild from the wreckage.
The crowd roared like a living thing, fists and placards punching the air. "KILL THE BILL!" Mateo edged closer to the barricades, his sketchbook pressed to his chest. The government's new austerity package-slashing arts funding, gutting community centers, hiking rents-had turned the city into a pressure cooker. He'd come to document the faces: the single mom waving a "BREAD NOT BONDS" sign, the high schoolers chanting through gas masks, the pensioners in lawn chairs defiantly knitting scarves labeled "WARMTH IS A RIGHT."
Then he saw her.
Clara balanced on the edge of a overturned police van, her overalls streaked with mud and what looked like blood-red ink. She was painting a mural on a bedsheet hung from a lamppost-a skeletal figure in a suit devouring coins, its throat slit by a giant pair of scissors labeled BILL 207. Around it, she'd scrawled: "THEY STARVE US TO FEAST."
"Art isn't pretty!" she shouted to the crowd, her voice hoarse but electric. "It's a mirror! A knife!" A teenager handed her a spray can; she tagged the sheet with a sunflower sprouting from the scissors' blades.
Mateo's pencil raced across the page, shading the desperation in her eyes, the way her braid lashed like a whip as she moved. But as she jumped down, a line of riot cops advanced, shields clanking. The crowd surged backward, knocking Clara into a news van.
He grabbed her elbow, pulling her upright. Her stencil slipped, slicing his palm-a papercut sting. Blood smeared the sunflower on her mural.
"Nice save," she said, eyeing his sketchbook. Her hands were stained with ink and what smelled like vinegar (a tear gas remedy, he'd read online). "You here to sketch or fight?"
"Both, maybe." He nodded at her mural. "They'll just tear it down."
She grinned, wild and unapologetic. "Then I'll paint it again tomorrow. On their offices, their cars-everywhere." She ripped a page from his sketchbook, scribbled her number, and tucked it into his jacket. "Come help me. Art's louder with two."
Before he could reply, a canister hissed. Smoke plumed. Clara yanked a bandana over her mouth and threw him one. "Stick close!"
They ducked into a subway entrance, protesters streaming past them. Clara's laughter cut through the chaos. "You're bleeding on your shirt."
Mateo glanced at his palm. The cut mirrored the slit in her mural's corporate ghoul. "Worth it."
She arched a brow. "Romanticizing struggle? Careful, Picasso."
"Says the girl who used her own blood as paint."
"Touché." She pulled a marker from her boot and drew a tiny scissors-and-sunflower on his wrist. "There. Now you're a co-conspirator."
Later, in his apartment, Mateo stared at the doodle. The community center where he volunteered-where his late mother had once served meals-was on the bill's chopping block. He flipped open his sketchbook, adding Clara to his gallery of fighters and survivors. Her defiance felt like a match struck in the dark.
But as he sketched, the news played in the background: "...Bill 207 passes preliminary vote..." Outside, a helicopter bathed the streets in cold white light. He traced the scissors on his wrist, wondering if defiance was enough.
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
On the eve of their wedding, Clara Raymond discovers her fiancé in a compromising situation. Deeply hurt by his treachery, she has a breakdown outside the civil affairs office where she intended to formally register their marriage, following a family tradition. However, his abrupt withdrawal on that very day after betraying her the night before proves to be the breaking point. She is no longer willing to forgive and move on. Instead, she craves vengeance. To retaliate, Clara seizes the first attractive man nearby and boldly proposes, "Will you marry me?"
"Where's she?" Master Khalid asked as he trailed his eyes around for his target. He found her beside her sister but still walked by and went to lean against a table. "Come over" he ordered and Octavia knew the order was for her. But when she tried to move, she noticed her legs were too heavy. Oh damn it! She needed to do this. She swallowed hard and forced her legs to move, walking closer to him. And as she approached him, she noticed the rings on his fingers. He had gold rings on all his left handed fingers. She got to where he was and stood before him, her gaze low. A mixed smell of cigarette and delicate fragrance clunged around him. "You want to be a part of my clan, huh?" He asked and Octavia only nodded - slowly. "Hm",- he moved from the table. "You have a lot to learn, young lady" he spoke calmly as he moved behind her. Octavia brows arched,,wondering why he was going to stand behind her. Suddenly, he touched her hair. "First", he held and yanked the hair and Octavia winced. "When you're talking to me, you don't just nod. You make use of your tongue". Octavia nodded in deep breaths, but getting a grip of herself, she quickly added: "yes master". Khalid huffed and let go of her hair, then went to stand in front of her. He lifted his hands to her chest and Octavia's eyes dimmed. "What?" She almost called out, but bit her lips to prevent her from talking. Khalid got hold of her b**bs and pinched her nipple and Octavia couldn't help but wince out. "Ah" she gave a very slight sound and was almost forced to move away from him. "Still a virgin?" He asked and she nodded but quickly added "Yes Master". Khalid chuckled immediately, alongside his boys who actually laughed. "Are you being serious?" A dark smirk still lingered on his lips. "You can't be a virgin and work for Master Khalid. You'll need to chose one". * Khalid was known as the cruel leader of his group of bad companions - a group known to be involved in all forms of illegal activities. They were worst than a mafia group. Innocent Octavia shows up one day and begs to be a part of his group for reasons best known to her. But in order to achieve that, she had to let go of her innocence, had to let go of her cold lifestyle and act like one of them. She had to obey all the Master's rules.
"On the way to escape, a stranger took away her virginity. She didn’t expect that the stranger was Jasper Milton, who was rich and powerful, as well as ruthless and cold. It was said that he didn’t love woman. However, it was not true. She was suffering from a sore back after having sex with him every day, and finally she couldn’t stand it, “You don’t need to be responsible for me anymore, and you are free now.” He sat by her bed, pulled her into his arms, and said gently: “Stella, are you mistaken, shouldn’t it be you who is responsible? "" Stella Grace:”…"" "
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.