Baby Coding 2

'Eira' The girl whose emotions are completely iced over; she feels nothing, neither anger or joy or grief or passion or want. Most crucially, she hasn't changed yet, for reasons that are still a mystery to her, therefore she has no idea that she is a werewolf. For twenty-four years, she had been behaving normally, just like any other human being would. When her partner saw her covered in blood in the woods, however, everything changed. What would the Alpha do if he discovers that his mate is only a body and not a loving, caring person? Would Eira's icy heart thaw as he laid bare her deepest, darkest secrets? I wonder how Eira would react when she learns the truth about her own bleak history. She still isn't ready to fully commit to him. And he has absolutely no plans to abandon her.

Umbrie found the idea of having a mate intriguing, but fate wasn't on her side when she was paired with the emotionless, ruthless, and secretive Keiran. He wasn't what she was looking for, and he wouldn't accept her rejection, so she had to accept that. A future with Keiran, whose sole motivation is to punish her, even if she is oblivious to her transgression. Even though he treated her badly, he would murder any man who dared to be in the same room as her.

A lottery game that can take someone's life, whoever becomes the ultimate winner, their life will be taken away after getting the main prize, namely visiting a luxurious mansion that can grant all the wishes of the winner. Elise and Yessy, two people who have won the lottery and won the same main prize, namely going to a luxurious mansion where they will both get everything they want. Yessy and Elise, two girls who both have the same background in life. Namely, they both hate their mother. At different times, the motives for the murders and everything in the mansion are similar. Yessy was a close friend of Elise and (she) was reported to have died after winning the main prize in the lottery three years after Elise died. They both died in tragic circumstances. Whoever has entered the mansion, everything (he wants) will be obtained, there is no need to say what the winner wants because the prize will come by itself. However, the payment after getting the gift is their own life. Two girls who both hate mother figures in their lives and both want to get abundant wealth after getting it all, they both have to (pay for it) with their own lives. This news is very shocking because no police have been able to find out how the murder process took place, because when the police wanted to search for the mansion, it suddenly disappeared and could not be found. This curiosity reached the four college students, namely Damon, Erick, Joy and Liana. Damon, a vlogger who already has thousands of followers, he is a vlogger who deals with mystical things and things that smell of ghosts, magic and so on. But, the strange thing that's happening now is that Damon doesn't want to make Vlogger news "lottery disaster" for no apparent reason, he knows if he raises a topic that is currently booming in public, for sure he will be more famous and there will be many once the money will he get. also he will become famous But, Damon refuses for no apparent reason while his three friends really want to make a Vlog about this news, for them this is a very good opportunity to become famous while completing their final college assignment. Damon still refused hard, until in the end it was Joy who persuaded him, Joy asked Damon to do this Vlogger for some reason because Damon really loves Joy, finally he agreed with Joy. But, Damon's agreement made someone very angry and disappointed (with him), he is Erick, a man who is also Damon's best friend, he is very angry with Damon, because he Damon voluntarily vloggers because of Joy, this makes Erick mocked Damon even more, saying that Damon was a bitch because he agreed just because of a woman, actually what happened was Erick was jealous. He is very jealous because Damon is close to Joy while Erick, who has always loved Damon in secret, has never been treated like that by Damon. Due to this misunderstanding, making Damon end having sex with Erick in order to make Erick reconcile with him. As for Joy and Liana, these two women actually love each other but they are hindered by the friend zone making it awkward for them to admit their feelings to each other. The four of them finally vloged the lottery game. From the beginning of the game, Joy felt very uneasy, (she) felt that something dangerous would come to them, because Joy's desire was so paranoid, they finally decided to stop the game first, because Joy was so paranoid that she even got hit fever. After five days had passed, Liana insisted on continuing the lottery game with Damon and Erick, Joy refused to continue making Vlogs, the difference of opinion between Joy and Liana ends in a commotion. Joy insisted on keeping the two (friends) from continuing the vlog (she) said for the sake of their own lives, while Liana still insisted on continuing the vlog. Damon and Erick were both confused about choosing to be on Joy's side or Liana's. Because Damon has promised all his followers on the Youtube channel to do the vlog, he of course doesn't want to lose thousands of followers just because he thwarted the vlog. Finally, Damon and Erick decided to continue vlogging with Liana. None of them sided with Joy and made Joy left alone there while the three (friends) came to the stand where the lottery was held. The three of them also managed to win the grand prize which means the three of them will go to the mansion. One day after winning the grand prize, an old man came to the three of them to take them to the mansion. From the moment they left for the mansion, Damon didn't stop to continue Vlogging with his two (friends), they laughed together and listened to music together, they went to a haunted mansion but it seemed as if they were on an outing because they enjoyed their departure so much. But, it's strange that Damon didn't see any followers commenting on his video, they seemed to ignore Damon's Vlog. Arriving at the mansion, Damon and his two friends were immediately greeted by a beautiful woman who had smooth skin and (her face) was very beautiful.

After my mother left my father to be with a rich CEO, my father fell ill and left me for good. Before my father died, he gave me a letter of inheritance that made me have to live in the same house with 2 twin CEOs who have different characteristics. Alex CEO who has a cold and annoying nature Alan CEO who has a friendly nature and a playboy.

Cara Lewis sat quietly as her boyfriend of three years pushed a plate of dessert across the table, wearing a rehearsed mask of sorrow. He claimed he had to break up with her for her own good, blaming his lack of connections on Wall Street and insisting he couldn't give her the life she deserved. He acted like a martyr making a tragic sacrifice, waiting for her desperate tears and trembling denial. Instead, Cara calmly pulled out a stack of glossy photos and an elegant engagement invitation. She exposed his secret affair with the wealthy Hailie Lewis, completely dismantling his hypocritical social climb. Leaving the cheating narcissist pale and humiliated, Cara paid the bill and walked out, thinking the trash had finally been taken out. But her newly single evening took a chaotic turn when a teenage gaming partner called in a panic. He begged her to crash his elite prep school and pose as his aunt to save him from expulsion. Cara agreed, flawlessly playing the role of the secret new wife to his uncle, a notoriously ruthless Wall Street titan. She was thoroughly dominating the snobby school board when the office doors suddenly swung open. The real billionaire uncle, Beck Greer, walked into the room. Cara's heart dropped into her stomach as his glacial eyes locked onto her, knowing her social existence in New York was about to end. Caught in a terrifying, inescapable lie, Cara made an insane calculation. She stepped forward, firmly hooked her arm through the billionaire's, and smiled sweetly. "Honey, what took you so long? Julian and I were being bullied." She waited for the executioner's axe to fall, but the untouchable tycoon simply covered her hand with his and played along.

I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up. When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience. "Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff." Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me. I gave birth to twins all by myself. The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped. They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child. I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister. I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies. But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test. It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years. Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband. This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing.

For ten years, Kinsley played the perfect, invisible wife to billionaire Christian Decker. She lived on a meager allowance, secretly pouring her heart into earning first place for a prestigious Hollywood directing fellowship. But on the day her gold-stamped acceptance letter arrived, she stood outside his study and heard him give her hard-earned spot to Blair, his live-in mistress. Christian casually dismissed Kinsley's months of grueling work, claiming a mere housewife didn't need industry resources. He threw an unlimited black credit card on the desk, telling her to go buy some jewelry and stop throwing a tantrum. That same night, he paraded Blair at a Wall Street gala wearing the Decker family's heirloom sapphire, letting Manhattan's elite look at Kinsley with pity and mockery. When Blair boldly moved into their master bedroom, Christian fiercely defended the mistress, warning Kinsley not to cause a scene over nothing. Ten years of quiet devotion were trampled for a fake heiress's vanity. Kinsley looked at the man she had loved, her heart turning completely to ash. She finally understood that in this massive estate, there was never any room for her. She took off her platinum wedding ring, left all his luxury gifts behind, and walked out of the mansion empty-handed. Then, she calmly dialed a private number to her production team. "Scrap the fellowship transition. I'm taking the director's chair directly." She was going to make Blair audition for her on a global live stream, and let Christian watch his precious investment burn.

All I wanted was to find a computer genius to process the non-linear dynamic equations for my ecological model. Instead, I found myself cornered by Julian Andrews, the university's hockey prince, trading a public, staged kiss for his academic support. To finalize our "deal," I was dragged to the campus ice rink. The cheerleaders and puck bunnies immediately swarmed him, mocking my plain clothes and treating me like a pathetic joke. Brooke, the head cheerleader, even set up a figure skating competition with a date with Julian as the grand prize. She performed a basic spin, blew him a kiss, and smugly waited for me to fall flat on my face and humiliate myself. His hockey teammates laughed from the sidelines, watching me try to support Julian as he stumbled around the ice like a newborn giraffe. But as I held his warm hand to keep him from falling, I couldn't help but feel something was terribly wrong. Why was a top-tier athlete faking such awful balance? And why did his ice-blue eyes stare at me with such knowing anticipation, as if he already knew about the professional figure skating past I had spent years trying to bury? "Just let go and skate." He whispered, slowly releasing my hand. I took a deep breath, glided to the center of the rink, and landed a flawless double Axel. As the entire rink fell into a dead, shocked silence, I realized I had just exposed not only my own hidden past, but also the biggest secret of the campus god.

I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

"Sign the contract, or lose everything." I stared at the papers that would seal my fate-a three-year marriage to Julian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire they call the Ice King. My family didn't ask. They demanded. My father's company was drowning, my stepsister's engagement had exploded, and I was the replacement bride they could sacrifice. Just another transaction. Julian made it clear on our wedding day: "Don't expect affection. Don't expect companionship. Certainly don't expect love." He refused to kiss me at the altar. He gave me a bedroom down the hall and told me to stay out of his way. I was Mrs. Blackwood in name only-a contract, a convenience, a means to an end. I accepted it. I had survived twelve years of abuse in my own home. I could survive three years of indifference in his. But then Nate, Julian's best friend, showed me kindness, and suddenly my cold husband became possessive. When my sister attacked me, he became protective. Now the man who promised me nothing is fighting his own father to keep me. The marriage that was supposed to be fake is becoming terrifyingly real and the secrets about my mother's death are threatening to destroy everything. They said Julian Blackwood destroys everything he touches. What they didn't tell me... is that sometimes destruction is exactly what you need to be reborn. With a pregnancy involved, how was I going to end this three-year marriage peacefully?

I was just an underpaid junior designer trying to survive the ruthless world of professional hockey. But after catching my boyfriend with his hands up my best friend's designer skirt in a filthy alley, I got blackout drunk and stumbled into the wrong armored SUV. I woke up pinned beneath Kurt Duran—the terrifying, untouchable captain of the New York franchise and the absolute ruler of the sports empire that paid my salary. Terrified of being branded a desperate gold-digger, I ran. I swallowed a Plan B pill, dumped my cheating ex, and worked myself to the bone to earn the prestigious Milan Design Summit nomination. But my jealous coworkers couldn't stand a nobody winning. They hacked my terminal and planted stolen competitor files on my workstation, framing me for federal corporate espionage. My director suspended me on the spot. Security guards began sweeping my life's work into a plastic evidence bin, while my colleagues sneered that I was heading straight to a federal penitentiary. I clenched my bleeding palms, suffocating under the sheer injustice. I had survived poverty, a cheating ex, and grueling sleepless nights just to prove my worth. Why was my entire career being destroyed over a manufactured lie? "Hand over your badge and your digital keys," my director barked. I refused to shed a single tear for those hyenas. Suddenly, the frosted glass doors were kicked open with a thunderous crash. Kurt Duran strode into the room flanked by five elite litigation partners, his murderous blue eyes locked directly on me, ready to burn the entire building to the ground.

I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down.

Five years ago, I stared at the pregnancy termination and divorce papers pushed toward me on the cold hospital bed. My husband, NHL superstar Brock Griffin, didn't even have the guts to face me himself. Instead, he sent his fake PR fiancée to force me out before his championship game. "Sign the papers, take the payout, and get out of New York." To support him from the shadows, I had hidden my global medical credentials and worked as a lowly locker-room assistant. In return, I was discarded. I signed the papers, faked the abortion, and fled into the freezing Manhattan rain. For five years, I lived in hiding, raising our twins in secret. But my peaceful life shattered when my five-year-old hacker son accidentally exposed our location to the most ruthless man in New York. Cornered at the airport, Brock pinned me against a concrete pillar, his eyes bloodshot and desperate. "Where is my child, Elizabeth? Where is the baby from five years ago?" I was completely bewildered. He was the one who demanded the termination. He was the one who let that pathetic fake doctor steal my surgical achievements. Why was he acting like a madman tearing the city apart for a baby he ordered me to kill? When he dragged me back to his penthouse, his fake fiancée tried to frame me for assault using forged medical records. She clearly forgot one thing. I am the legendary ghost surgeon Dr. Cynthia, and I'm done hiding.