MasukShe’s pure, innocent and the sweetest thing in the world. He’s the devil incarnate, a mafia king with a heart so cold that it could freeze hell over. But when they meet there’s an instant spark of desire that draws them together like no other.
Lihat lebih banyak"Ibumu mengidap kanker otak."
Dug.... jantung Amel berdegup kencang, mendengar ucapan dokter.
Amel tidak tahu harus berbuat apa, padahal besok ia harus berangkat ke ibu kota untuk melanjutkan pendidikannya.
Seketika Amel memutuskan untuk tidak melanjutkan sekolahnya. Tetapi ibunya Marta menolak dan tetap memaksa putrinya untuk pergi.
Air mata tidak berhenti menetes dari kedua matanya, hatinya tidak tega meninggalkan ibu dan adiknya. Tetapi Amel bertekat akan bekerja sambil kuliah, agar ia bisa membantu biaya pengobatan ibunya.
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"Pergi dari sini." Wanita paruh baya itu mendorong Amel hingga tersungkur.
"Maaf buk, tolong beri aku waktu. Aku pasti membayarnya." Mohon Amel.
"Enak saja minta tolong, kamu itu sudah 2 bulan gak bayar uang kost. Sanah cari tempat lain, ini kamar sudah ada orang baru."
Mau tidak mau, Amel harus pergi karena memang sudah 2 bulan ia tidak membayar uang kost. Padahal saat ini waktu telah menunjukkan pukul 11 malam.
"Aku harus ke mana?" Tanya Amel kepada dirinya sendiri.
"Oh, Riska, Riska. Aku ke kost Riska saja," ucapnya.
Amel meraih ponsel dari saku celana, lalu menghubungi nomor Riska. Ia baru saja menempelkan benda pintar itu ke telinganya, tetapi tiba-tiba terdengar suara lembut wanita. "Maaf, pulsa anda tidak mencukupi untuk melakukan panggilan ini."
"Huf..." Amel menghela napas kasar, kakinya melangkah menyusuri jalan umum.
Setelah berjalan sejauh satu kilometer, Amel merasa ada yang mengikutinya. Kepalanya berputar, dan benar saja ada dua orang pria di belakangnya.
Amel mempercepat langkah kakinya, begitu juga dengan kedua pria itu. Bahkan salah satu dari pria itu meminta Amel untuk berhenti.
"Hei, tunggu." Panggil pria itu.
Amel yang ketakutan, langsung berlari dan masuk ke dalam mobil yang berhenti di dekat jembatan.
"Ayo om, ayo om." Desak Amel.
Pria pemilik mobil itu terkejut melihat Amel tiba-tiba masuk ke dalam mobilnya, namun kakinya refleks menginjak gas dan melaju kencang membelah jalan ibu kota.
"Ngik...." Suara gesekan band mobil.
Pria itu tiba-tiba menginjak rem, setelah matanya tanpa sengaja melihat sendal yang dikenakan Amel penuh dengan lumpur.
"Ow..." Rintih Amel sambil mengelus kening yang sakit akibat terbentur. "Kalau bawa mobil hati-hati dong." Lanjutnya.
"Sekarang turun dari mobilku," ucap pria itu.
"Bukannya minta maaf, malah diusir." Gerutu Amel.
"Sekarang turun dari mobilku," sentak pria itu dengan wajah marah dan kesal.
"I....i...iya." Jawab Amel sambil membuka pintu. "Sombong banget, baru mobil belum pesawat," ucapnya.
"Dasar kecoak," ucap pria itu sebelum pergi dan meninggalkan Amel dipinggir jalan.
Untung saja pangkalan ojek tidak jauh dari sana, sehingga Amel bisa segera tiba di kost sahabatnya Riska. Ia menceritakan semuanya kepada Riska.
"Ya ampun Amel, kamu itu keterlaluan tahu!" Ucap Riska.
"Keterlaluan bagaimana? kan yang buat keningku bengkak seperti ini, dia."
"Bukan masalah bengkak atau tidak, tapi karena kamu itu masuk ke dalam mobil orang lain dengan sembarangan. Untung dia baik, kalau dia jahat terus kamu dijual! gimana?"
Amel terdiam sambil berpikir, "Iya juga ya?" Ucapnya.
"Yasudah, sekarang waktunya tidur. Besok kita harus kuliah."
Keduanya menarik bantalnya masing-masing, memejamkan mata untuk menjemput mimpi indah.
Sementara di tempat lain, pria itu dengan kesal menceritakan tentang Amel kepada temannya.
"Bram, Bram. Kenapa wanita itu tidak kamu bawa kemari?" Ucap Alex.
Ya, nama pria itu adalah Bramantyo William Pratama. Dia seorang pengusaha sukses di ibu kota, bahkan namanya sudah terkenal hingga ke manca negara.
Saat ini Bram berusia 40 tahun, dengan status menikah dan memiliki satu orang anak laki-laki. Kesuksesannya di dunia bisnis, tidak menjamin kebahagiaan rumah tangganya.
Bram dan istrinya seringkali berdebat hanya karena hal sepele. Bahkan sampai Bram ke luar dari rumah, seperti malam ini.
"Untuk apa aku membawanya?" Tanya Bram.
"Untuk menemanimu happy bro, jika kamu pusing dengan wanitamu! bersenang-senanglah dengan wanita lain." Jawab Alex.
"Aku tidak butuh wanita untuk happy." Jawab Bram dengan angkuh.
"Hahahaha." Alex tertawa terbahak-bahak, "Tapi kamu stres karena wanita, kan? enggak usah bohong, aku sudah tahu kalau kamu ribut lagi dengan istrimu." Todong Alex.
"Sudah, jangan bahas itu. Aku datang kemari bukan untuk curhat, tapi untuk happy."
Keduanya mulai meneguk wine sambil menikmati musik remix. Seperti ini lah Bram setiap kali bertengkar dengan istrinya. Ia pasti mengajak teman-temannya ke kelab malam.
Tapi ada sesuatu yang berbeda dari Bram, pria tampan itu tidak pernah membayar wanita untuk menemaninya. Ia sangat setia kepada pasangannya, walaupun istrinya sering membuatnya kesal dan kecewa.
....................Kring......kring..... Suara alarm membangunkan Amel dan Riska di pagi hari. Kedua wanita cantik yang baru berusia 19 tahun itu, bergegas masuk ke dalam kamar mandi dan bersiap-siap untuk berangkat kuliah.Setibanya di kampus, Amel menerima telepon dari adiknya. Seketika wajah cantiknya berubah menjadi pucat.
"Wajahmu kenapa pucat Mel? kamu sakit ya?" Tanya Riska.
Amel menggelengkan kepala, "Tidak."
"Terus kamu kenapa?" Desak Riska.
"Ibuku tiba-tiba pingsan, saat ini sedang dirawat di rumah sakit."
"Ya ampun, terus bagaimana? kamu mau pulang kampung?" Tanya Riska.
Amel menggelengkan kepala sambil mengusap air mata dari kedua pipinya. Hatinya sedih membayangkan kondisi ibunya saat ini.
Amel sebenarnya tidak ingin meninggalkan ibu dan adiknya di kampung. Tetapi ibunya lah yang memaksa Amel untuk kuliah ke ibu kota, karena Amel mendapat beasiswa kepintaran.
=============CHAPTER SIXLorenzo stared at her in shock. He didn't know how to respond. There was something about her today. She was like a snake who had shed off her skin.He could swear that it was just yesterday that he had met her and she was scared to death. Now, she was acting like a different person. What happened to her? How could a person change so much in such a short space of time?Lorenzo strode towards her and grabbed her by the waist. “I am going to give you exactly what you deserve, little Red. And then some!”The music changed into a slow romantic song and Lorenzo pulled her close. Evie tried to break free but Lorenzo held her tight and pressed his body against hers. He wrapped his arms around her and started swaying to the beat, moving slowly to the music.He was trying to show her that he could be gentle, when what he really wanted to do was rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless.Evie couldn’t understand what the hell Lorenzo was doing. The man was practically begging to be
Sexy wasn’t the right word to describe how Evie looked in the red silk dress she wore. Not only was it tight fitting, but the fabric clung to her body. She had never worn anything like it before. It was almost as if the dress was made just for her. It hugged every curve on her body perfectly, giving off a seductive image.The dress was floor length and she paired it with silver heels. Red- bottom and high heeled. She felt like a sex goddess.Her hair was pinned up, though loose strands fell around her face. Her makeup was flawless: red lipstick, dark eyeliner, and black mascara. She had gotten herself ready for her date with Lorenzo.“You look… amazing,” Ingrid said as she stared at Evie. She blinked a few times trying to get accustomed to seeing Evie dressed this way. Ingrid knew Evie was pretty, but the dress made her look gorgeous.“Thanks. Do you think the bruises are noticeable? I don’t want anyone to see them.”Ingrid placed a hand over Evie's shoulder. "Relax. They aren't visib
The news of what Evie had done spread fast across the club and among the girls.They all couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to run away from Lorenzo? What was she thinking? He was everyone’s number one choice. All the girls wanted to sleep with him. They dreamed of being with him. Not only because of he paid the most, but also because he sexy, hot and great in bed. He was the definition of a sex god. No wonder the girls were furious.“Violetta shouldn’t have sent Evie to him. She should have sent me,” Mia one of the girls, said to another after hearing the gossip.“Yeah. Evie is lucky he didn't kill her. I heard he is known for killing those that disappoint him,” another girl added.“I can still remember the time he had me in his arms,” one of the other girls said dreamily.“Me too! I was so happy. I thought I would die,” another agreed.“Evie!!!!” Violetta voice rang out through the hallway as she walked towards the door leading to Evie’s room. She was pissed as fuck. Evie al
Lorenzo was his name. Lorenzo Armani… Or as most people called him ‘The devil’s son'.He was a bastard son born out of wedlock. Some said he killed his father for the pleasure of it. Others said he'd done it for revenge. Either way, he was known throughout the world as a ruthless man. A monster. A beast. His reputation preceded him. Everyone knew him. For better or worse, he was feared. And yet, he was also respected. He commanded respect.At the age of twenty-five, Lorenzo had not only taken over his father’s mafia empire, but made it bigger than ever. He not only engaged in illegal activities, but he had taken on other businesses as well. From real estate to hotels, casinos, and even clothing stores.Lorenzo himself owned almost every business around. He was the kind of man you wanted on your side. He was also well recognized for his lavish lifestyle. Money, cars, women, power... He had everything. And he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted.So one could only imagine
As Evie walked down the long dark-lit hallway accompanied by Violetta and the two men, who had been standing guard outside, She felt like she was going to puke.She was nervous. Terrified. She didn't know what to expect, but she knew she had no choice in the matter. She was going to have sex with a
“Do I really need to do this?” Evie asked. Tears stained her pale cheek as she tried so hard to stop herself from sobbing.“Yes,” the woman sitting beside the bathtub in the bathroom replied. Her hands caressed Evie’s wet hair and face tenderly.“I'm sorry, baby girl,” she whispered into Evie’s ear


















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