LOGIN"I've purchased you, which only means one thing; I own you. I own every bit of you, Margarette. Your body, your heart, and even your soul. You are mine. And no one can take you away from me." Possessive, cold-hearted, and ruthless. That's Xavier Ivanov, a Russian Mafia boss or also known as the devil himself. He cares no one but himself. He kills people for money and satisfaction. He runs illegal businesses and is one of the most influential yet dangerous people in the world. People were afraid of him. They despise his existence. He's a living Satan, and people tremble upon seeing him. It was quite impossible to tame a devil like him. No one can tame Xavier, or so they thought. Margarette Ferrero. She is a total opposite of him. An angel sent from above and was bound to burn an evil like himself. She is sweet, loving, yet naive. Being purchased by a powerful mafia boss from the dark market, Margarette was supposed to fear him. However, that was the total opposite of what she felt. Oddly, she felt safe and saved. And Xavier was beyond amused and enthralled by the naive girl. People were afraid of him, but that is not the case with Margarette. He's her saviour, her angel, and her owner. No one owns her but him. Two people with different personalities, different worlds, and different stories to be told. Is it possible to find love amongst the odds? Does love know no boundaries? Or was it all just an illusion? When secrets begin unfolding themselves and then the past that was buried six feet below the ground resurface, will the love be strong enough to keep the two people together? Or will the past change what is present?
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Namaku Amanda, Amanda Shafa Damayanti. Namaku cantik tapi tidak secantik fisikku. Yah, aku wanita yang gampang insecure dengan kecantikan wanita lain. Bagiku aku bukanlah wanita yang menarik. Sangking merasa tidak menarik, aku sering menyangkal jika ada lawan jenis yang tertarik padaku. Bagiku mereka mendekatiku selalu ada udang dibalik rempeyek”opss…bukan udang dibalik batu. Di usia 25 tahun aku sudah menikah. Yah, tidak terlalu cepat dan tidak juga terlalu lama. Standar, cukup dan pas. Itulah jalan hidupku, selalu pas, cukup dan standar. Tidak ada yang special. Diusiaku yang sudah kepala 3 sekarang, aku sudah memiliki dua anak laki-laki dan perempuan. Lagi-lagi standar, cukup dan pas. Aku bekerja di sebuah perusahaan perbankan. Jabatanku juga standar,pas dan cukup. Sejauh ini aku bersyukur atas semua yang aku miliki diusia kepala 3 ku ini. Walupun semua ini terkadang sulit untuk aku jalani. Hanya keyakinan, bahwa semua ini adalah rencana dari-Nya.
Aku mengenal Angel dan Ana Ketika aku mendapatkan promosi jabatan di cabang baru perusahaan. Saat itu aku berpikir aku harus keluar dari hidup yang standar, pas dan cukup. Cabang baru ini terletak di ujung negeri Indonesia. Bodohnya, aku seperti tertantang untuk ada disini. Pertemuan kami adalah pertemuan yang tidak disengaja. Angel adalah wanita yang pintar menurutku, kami sebaya. Banyak kesamaan pemikiran antara aku dan Angel. Sedangkan Ana, gadis ramah dan mudah bergaul ini beberapa tahun usianya diatasku, Tapi, dia adalah wanita yang baik. Bertemu dengan mereka, mengajarkanku tentang bersyukur dan kuat. Beryukur karena hidup yang standar, pas dan cukup ini adalah jalan hidup yang tidak buruk. Kuat bahwa setiap manusia memiliki permasalahan hidup masing-masing.
POV ANGEL
Namaku Angel, Angel Kaisha Wibowo. Aku masih keluarga Ari Wibowo? Tidak. Kakekku bernama Wibowo. Aku anak keempat dari 5 bersaudara. Dalam urusan karir dan finansial aku terbilang sudah mapan. Setelah resign dari perusahaan, aku diterima bekerja sebagai abdi negara di sebuah instansi vertikal. Bagi keluargaku, menjadi ASN adalah prestasi yang membanggakan. Walaupun aku rasa tanpa bekerja lagi pun, aku sudah cukup mapan dengan passive income yang aku miliki. Tapi, semua itu tidak sejalan dengan kehidupan percintaanku. Diusiaku yang sudah kepala 3 aku belum memiliki pasangan hidup.
Aku mengenal Amanda ketika kantorku bekerja sama denga perusahaan tempat Amanda bekerja. Kami sebaya, namun dia lebih beruntung. Di usianya dia sudah memiliki dua orang anak yang lucu dan suami yang sepertinya amat mencintainya. Lain halnya dengan Ana, Ana adalah seniorku di kantor. Lebih tepatnya Kak Ana aku meamanggilnya. Dia gadis supel yang memiliki banyak relasi. Dari mengenal mereka berdua aku belajar bahwa harus bersyukur dan kuat. Bersyukur karena banyak yang hidupnya lebih sulit daripada yang aku alami dan kuat karena dalam keadaan apapun, kita sendiri yang harus membuat diri kita bahagia.
POV ANA
Namaku Ariana Dewi, lebih suka dipanggil Ana. Secara kasat mata aku adalah wanita sukses, mandiri dan ceria. Yah, tapi itu hanya kelihatan dari luarnya saja. Karena sesungguhnya hidupku jauh dari sukses. Aku tulang punggung keluarga. Terkadang aku merasa sendiri, diusiaku yang hampir kepala empat aku belum memiliki pasangan hidup. Pasangan hidup yang bisa aku publikasikan masksudnya. Aku punya seorang kekasih, ya...kekasih yang entah kapan aku bisa menjadi istri resminya. Karena saat ini dia merupakan pria beristri. Sulitnya hidup mengantarkanku pada pilihan ini.
Aku mengenal Amanda karena kantor tempatku bekerja menggunakan jasa perusahaan Amanda dalam sebuah event . Sedangkan Angel dia merupakan juniorku di kantor. Seringnya kami berinteraksi menyebabkan kami bertiga semakin dekat. Usia Amanda dan Angel lebih muda dariku. Tapi, diusianya mereka sudah memiliki banyak pengalaman hidup dan percintaan. Dekat dengan mereka mengajarkan aku akan makna sebuah kebahagiaan.
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didn’t expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well."I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."“Why not?” I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. “Why can’t I leave?”“Because I don’
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didn’t expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well."I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."“Why not?” I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. “Why can’t I leave?”“Because I don’
I've already made up my mind. I'll leave this place. I don't think there was a reason to stay. They were all lying to me, blatantly telling me lies that were obvious. They were deceiving me.Staying became increasingly challenging, especially since my husband, the supposed anchor for my presence here, was consistently absent. Despite their claims of my marriage, their inability to provide any evidence, not even a picture from my own wedding, added to my growing sense of disillusionment.I hung around for a while, hopeful that they'd eventually come clean. Unfortunately, that never happened – not even a bit.It became disheartening and hard to trust anyone.Disappointment settled in, directed at every individual under this roof.Leaving now feels not just necessary but also freeing. Staying doesn't do anything for me anymore. The lies have unraveled, showing a truth that lines up with what I've been feeling.I waited until everyone in the mansion was sound asleep before putting my esca
“Ma’am, your husband has already left,” Emma said, her tone cautious as she addressed me. These days, I wasn't in the best of moods, not because of any lingering sickness, but due to the nagging feeling that something was being kept from me. “He has left for work, and he’ll probably be back a week from now or so.” I nodded silently, then took a sip of the tea she had prepared for me. The revelation that my husband had left bothered me, but I chose not to show it. Why should I care or worry? After all, he didn’t even come to bid farewell himself, so why should I react as if I were genuinely disappointed. “Tell me, Emma,” I uttered, my tone seeking answers. “What were we like as a married couple before I lost my memories?” Caught off guard, Emma hesitated, her usually composed demeanor faltering for a moment. I closed my eyes briefly, taking a deep breath to steady myself before opening them again to face her. “I-I really didn’t know much, ma’am," she admitted, her words coming out
I was back to square one. My husband appeared to be keeping something from me, and I couldn't shake that feeling.When I inquired if he was worried, he didn't respond. Instead, he abruptly left the room, seemingly ignoring my question completely. I felt bewildered and offended. Is he truly my husband
It felt as though the world had turned upside down, my head throbbing painfully as I attempted to recall the events that transpired during my time in a coma. The last tangible memory I could grasp was being in... a dark room.And beyond that point, my recollections became an impenetrable fog, leaving
I jolted awake, gasping for breath, my eyes fluttering open to the harsh reality of my bedroom. Sweat trickled down from my forehead, soaking through the sheets as I grappled with the remnants of a haunting dream—a nightmare that lingered in my waking mind. As I lay there, heart racing and senses on
PROLOGUEI don't know where I am. All I can see is nothing but darkness. I lost count of the days I spent in this room I am staying in. I'm so hungry—starving even. I couldn't even remember when was the last time I ate, or remember why I was here in the very first place.To be honest, I don't know. I
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