Calm days corner ad: Seducing My Hockey Rival

Evelyn, an ordinary high school student, is publicly humiliated after her crush on a popular hockey player is exposed. Devastated, she musters up the courage to send him nudes anonymously in hopes of catching his eye. But she accidentally sends the pics to Colton instead, the captain of the hockey team who always teases her. What will happen between them?

Joana Souza, a verdadeira gênio da tecnologia, abandonou a carreira pelo marido, Miguel Gomes, mas foi traída por ele, que ainda a obrigou a cuidar da amante no pós-parto. Com o coração em pedaços, ela deu entrada no divórcio. Recuperou seus bens pré-nupciais e as patentes essenciais, levando a empresa do ex à falha na bolsa e à beira da ruína. Durante o processo, respondeu com frieza às humilhações da sogra, coletando provas de forma metódica. Após o divórcio, reencontrou Samuel Franco, seu rival de juventude, e casou-se com ele rapidamente. Com seu apoio, ela retomou seu trono no mundo da tecnologia, triunfando tanto no amor quanto na carreira, enquanto o ex-marido acabou com a reputação destruída e totalmente isolado.

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“Once Aunt Evie is out of the way, you can call Pastor Caleb ‘Daddy’ in front of everyone.” The words were an ice-cold nail, driven straight into my ear only minutes after my husband had publicly prayed over my “infertility.” The woman speaking was Grace, the young widow my husband, Caleb, had been “shepherding.” She was once my friend. The one listening was her three-year-old son. And the silver tag hanging around his neck was a baptismal keepsake from my husband’s family. It should have been my child’s. On Mother’s Day, in a church of four thousand people, I became the cruelest joke in the room. I didn’t lose my mind. Instead, my blood turned to ice in my veins, and my mind sharpened with an unnatural clarity. I, the perfect, gentle, unfailingly dignified pastor’s wife, was done. After I got home, I deleted every affectionate photo of us from the church website. When Caleb came home late that night, no warm light or hot soup waited for him. Only......