Novel Web & Cerita Bully Affair Dark Romance

Laya and Tiar were childhood friends who never imagined they would meet again as adults and eventually fall in love. But their relationship was far from perfect. Behind the love they shared, Laya carried many things Tiar never knew about—her past, her wounds, and the reasons behind every decision she had made. As her secrets slowly begin to surface, they are forced to face one question: Is their love strong enough to survive, or were they never truly over from the beginning?

I thought walking away from Luther Benjamin in the freezing rain was the hardest thing I’d ever have to do. I looked into his innocent, trusting eyes—the boy who couldn't speak a single word, who loved me with every piece of his soul—and I shattered him on purpose. I screamed that he was a mute loser, that I never loved him, and that I was leaving him for a rich man. I pushed him into the mud and walked away with blood on my hands and a secret that would have gotten him killed. I even took his seed with me that night, secretly creating a baby girl just so a piece of him would always live inside me. Six years later, the silent boy is gone. Luther Benjamin is back as a ruthless, terrifying business tycoon with a voice of absolute thunder—and he has returned for one reason only: to make me suffer the way I made him suffer. When he finds me serving drinks in a smoky bar, he humiliates me, forces me to my knees, and makes me his personal captive. He hates me, he despises my daughter, and he refuses to give me a single ounce of mercy as my little girl fights for her life. He thinks I betrayed him for money. He has no idea I destroyed my own life just to keep him breathing.

She woke up being the fiancée of an Italian whom she does not know, owner of a great fortune, who offers her a fairy tale life until she discovers the deceptions and betrayals that hide behind her happiness, which will push her into the hands of the mafia

Elara Vale grew up in wealth but never knew peace. Her father remarried Ariana after her mother passed away, and she was a cruel woman who made Elara's life miserable. Her stepsiblings, Jackson and Felicia, joined in the abuse. Robin, blinded by love for Ariana, cast Elara out after she finally fought back. She was sent to Roverthhood Academy, where she faced more cruelty from students led by Alice and her clique. She met Robert, who defended her, and Derek, whose obsession twisted into danger. A trap forced Elara into the forest, where she discovered an ancient temple. The goddess within awakened power in her, filling her with fire. With her strength revealed, Elara rose above her tormentors, gaining fear and respect. Derek grew more obsessed, while Robert stayed loyal. Then came the news—her father was dead. The truth was darker: Ariana had killed him to secure power for Jackson. Ariana bribed and schemed, but Elara fought back. She endured assassins, betrayal, and plots, using her goddess fire to survive. At last, she uncovered Ariana’s secret: Jackson was not Robin’s son. Ariana’s empire collapsed. Elara claimed her father’s legacy. She rose from victim to leader, from exile to a minister. With Robert at her side, she married not as a broken girl, but as a woman who carried a goddess’s fire.

In the heart of London’s financial district, Clara Vance has built a disciplined, successful life to escape her toxic family. Driven by ambition, she is determined to protect her independence at all costs. When her ruthless brothers attempt to ruin her career through blackmail, Clara’s world is thrown into turmoil. Amid the rising danger, she forms a deep, transformative bond with Arthur Pendleton, a protective, noble partner at her firm who offers her a safe haven. Together, they navigate family betrayal and criminal schemes, leading to a passionate, unconditional romance where Clara reclaims her power, finds true love, and secures her future.

She was traded like a debt. Silenced like shame. Abandoned on her wedding night. For two years, Genevieve waited for Jaxon Black to love her. But all he gave her was cold cruelty and bruised silence. Until something inside her shattered. Now, she's not the girl who begged—she's the woman who makes him suffer. But revenge has a cost... and when hate starts to blur into love, Genevieve faces the hardest truth of all: Can she forgive the man who destroyed her? Or is it already too late? A dark, lyrical romance about heartbreak, power, and the love that comes too late.

Dear Love, There was a time when I believed in you. A time when my life revolved around you. But I got burnt so deeply that I no longer recognize the person looking back at me in the mirror. Dear Love, You transformed me into this version of myself. Because of you, I lost the woman I used to be. Because of you, I trusted the wrong person. Because of you, my heart was left open and burnt. A scar so deep that only vengeance leaks from it. Dear Love, Now, I carry this heavy burden of hatred, burning my enemies and anyone who tries to come near me. Dear Love, Did you just find me again??

Seven days before our wedding, the whole world watched me walk through our brand-new house on a livestream. I opened the bedroom door and found my sister with my fiancé, caught in an intimate betrayal that shattered everything I believed about them. The chat exploded. My face was everywhere. By morning, I was jobless, branded the shameless woman who had staged a family scandal, and left with nothing but rage. So I crawled back into his bed with a smile, let him slip the ring onto my finger again, and began an affair with his father—every night, without remorse. Soon, the man who broke me had no choice but to call me Mother… or watch me take the house, the family name, and every piece of power he thought belonged to him. Two can play. But I play for keeps. And I play dirty.

"Miss Elara, get out of my class." The icy command snapped Elara back to reality. She shot to her feet so fast her chair screeched against the floor, her heart hammering against her ribs. She blinked wildly at the imposing figure commanding the front of the room: Professor Adrian Kingsley. Confusion flared before anger could. Why was she being kicked out? She hadn't said a word! She had been sitting there perfectly quietly... Well, quietly sketching. Her gaze drifted down to the open notebook on her desk. Right in the center of the page was an incredibly detailed, charcoal rendition of the professor himself. She had captured the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, and, for reasons she couldn't entirely justify…a set of ripped abs that definitely weren't visible beneath his tailored three-piece suit. ‘Oops.’ Heat rushed to her cheeks. Panicking, she leveled a fierce, righteous glare at him, trying to mask her guilt with pure audacity. But the emotionless ice statue didn't even blink. "Bag," he said coolly. "What?" "Take it and leave." Grinding her teeth, Elara aggressively shoved her notebook into her bag, silently vowing that this man would become the ultimate bane of her existence. She stomped down the steps, her posture rigid with fury. But just as she brushed past his podium, his deadly voice brushed against her ears. "And Miss Elara..." She paused, glaring. "If you're going to stare at your professor as though you'd like to strip him with your eyes," Adrian murmured, his gaze never leaving his lesson plans, "at least do it somewhere more discreet.” Elara's face erupted into a brilliant, mortified scarlet. "You—!" Choking on her own outrage and utterly devoid of a comeback, she flashed him a defiant middle finger, and stormed out, letting the heavy door slam behind her.