Fishing Livestream - Chapter 1087 - 1068: Selecting Productive Bites

[Flash Marriage + Marriage Before Love + Family Crematorium + Long-Planned + Mutual Redemption + Sweet Fluff]When her ex-boyfriend, who lost his memory in a car accident, announced his engagement to her own sister, Stella Sterling met a wild man in Lumina. She helped him on a whim, but the wild man said, “That was my first kiss. My family is very strict. Would you please marry me?”The wild man has a past he refuses to speak of; she has a first love she can't bear to look back on. A flash marriage—she thought it was a tacit partnership.Later, someone came to Owen Rhodes to complain, saying Stella Sterling’s smoking and drinking were improper, that her revealing clothes were a disgrace, and that her cursing and fighting were ruining the family's reputation.Owen Rhodes: “My wife is the most well-behaved and obedient person. She's too timid to cause trouble. The fault is definitely yours. Apologize.”The complainant: How about you take a look at the injuries on my face first?——————Owen Rhodes has a secret. From the age of 18 to 28, he has been using another person's name to accompany a bright and passionate girl. He thought this secret would never see the light of day in his lifetime, until the day he stripped naked and presented himself before her.

She thought a contract was just business.He called it a FUCKAHOLIC contract... pleasure without promises, desire without attachment.I was supposed to keep my distance, stay professional, and survive the mess he called “fun.” But Aec didn’t play by the rules. He was cold, dominant, and utterly irresistible, a storm I couldn’t escape.Then came the night that changed everything. The accident. The absence of his presence in my story. A month gone in darkness, only to wake up to a world that had moved on… and him married.Now, our lives are tangled in ways I never imagined. His company, my career, and my heart are all on the line. Some heartbreaks don’t end in goodbye. They return colder, richer, and wearing a wedding ring.Will I crumble under the weight of betrayal… or rise to claim my own story?

In a world that only hears shouts, his silence is a weapon.Orphaned and mute, Mateo Álvarez communicates through the beautiful game.After a tragic accident steals his voice, it grants him something else: an extraordinary ability to see the flow of play before it happens, a gift he calls The System.On the pitch, he is a prodigy, a conductor of silent symphonies, reading the game with a genius that leaves scouts and legends in awe.His talent earns him a destiny at FC Barcelona’s famed La Masia academy.Under the wing of mentors like Pep Guardiola and Lionel Messi, Mateo flourishes, his dream of one day representing Spain on the world stage feeling closer than ever. He becomes their golden boy, a symbol of pure footballing intellect, and the heart of a new generation.But when the club’s soul is traded for corporate interests, Mateo’s greatest strength is recast as a liability. To the new board, a star who cannot speak is a star who cannot sell. Betrayed by the institution he called home, the boy who dreamed in goals is cast out at sixteen, his future shattered.Now, Mateo must journey beyond the only home he’s ever known. Armed only with his preternatural gift and a resilience forged in silence, he must find a new team willing to listen not to his voice, but to his vision.His quest is no longer just for club glory, but to prove a devastating truth to those who discarded him: that the most powerful language in football isn’t spoken at all.The Silent Symphony is an unforgettable underdog story about the corruption of dreams, the beauty of resilience, and the unspoken bonds that define us. It's a journey across the fierce landscapes of European football to reclaim a stolen destiny, one perfect pass at a time.

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable.Her therapist called her alexithymic.Unable to understand or describe her own emotions.The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access.“You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—”“I’m not here about the meeting.”…“Ugh.”Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal.Then Elara woke up.Not in her office. Not in a hospital.In a different world. In a different body.She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies.How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead?……“Your Highness, please… ugh…”The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain.“Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips.“Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.”On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists.“Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.”Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared.Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.