100 Million Yen

"Gila,"ucap Dyandra singkat padat dan jelas. "Ayolah Dy. Kamu sekarang sudah jadi Nyonya Chandra Aklarta Maurya,"ucap Chandra. "Oh,"balas gadis itu. "Es berapa truk kamu makan Dek. Atau kamu lagi sariawan?,"tanya Chandra. "So?,"ucapnya santai. "Dek kamu ngomong singkat sekali lagi, ku cium di depan semua mahasiswa mu,"ucap Chandra tak membuatnya gentar dengan ancaman belaka. "Dek kalo kamu sengaja dingin untuk membuat ku menyesal. Kamu sudah berhasil Dek. Malam itu setelah putus dengan Divyan, setiap ada kesempatan, selalu ke bandara Adisutjipto berharap kedatangan mu di tahun saat aku juga sudah siap meminangmu. Sampai akhirnya pindah tugas ke Skuadron 21 masih saja tetap menunggu kedatangan mu. Ujungnya tanpa terduga malam itu kita bertemu lagi. That's more than a chance,"ucap Chandra tersenyum lebar. "Jadi maksudnya aku pelampiasan?,"tanyanya tersenyum miring. Dyandra, gadis cerdas tanpa sejengkal niat dipaksa menikah dengan pria yang menghancurkan masa muda bewarnanya saat rinai hujan turun. Membekukan semua senyum dan tawa riang menjadi gunung es abadi.

When I was waiting for Theodore at City Hall from dawn to dusk, he was accompanying his first love on a hike. I called him dozens of times, but he rejected my calls instantly each time. He finally picked up on the twentieth call. "Why are you blowing up my phone when you simply didn't see me for a day? Why are you acting so desperate? Sammy's feeling unwell because of her heart and I still need to take care of her at the hospital. We'll talk later about registering our marriage." Ten years of love. This was the 100th time Theodore had left me alone in front of City Hall for his first love. I hung up and calmly tossed the wedding ring away. This marriage? I was done with it.

I, Isabella Norton, once made a promise with Julian Lawson, the billionaire CEO. After 98 proposals, he vows to appear at the doors of the city hall on my 99th attempt. But when the day comes, he doesn't show up. Instead, he brings his mistress, Natalie Mayer, to a concert. The sweet kiss they share under the camera's spotlight quickly turns into a trending sensation. At the same time, I also make headlines for turning up at the city hall for the 99th time. Speculations about the mysterious groom who never makes an appearance run wild. Everyone wonders when I will make my 100th attempt to propose. Out of guilt, Julian promises to show up next time when he realizes that I have carried out my promise. But when he finally arrives there clad in an impeccable suit, all he receives is a text message from me. "There won't be a hundredth proposal. It's over between us."

Raisha Valentine, a breathtakingly beautiful half-British, half-German woman raised in the Philippines, has endured more than most could imagine. Orphaned and adopted by a loving Filipina, she grew up battling the scars of abuse and the crushing weight of poverty. Desperate to survive, she turned to the only path she thought was left—selling her body. One fateful evening, Raisha's world shifts when a mysterious stranger offers her an unthinkable proposition: one night in exchange for 2 million pesos. It's a choice that could change her life forever, but at what cost? The moral dilemma she faced was overwhelming, threatening to consume her. Dive into Raisha's story of pain, resilience, and a dangerous deal that could redefine her future. Will this one night lead to her redemption or pull her deeper into the shadows?

En los años setenta, respondí al llamado del gobierno y me uní al programa de jóvenes intelectuales enviados al campo. Buscando emociones fuertes, me fijé en un hombre rudo de cuerpo musculoso. Una noche, escalé por su ventana y me deslicé bajo sus cobijas, las cuales estaban impregnadas de testosterona. —Diego, lo tienes muy duro. Déjame ayudarte. El hombre sujetó mi cintura y me empujó con fuerza diciendo: —Tú te lo buscaste. Aparte de labrar la tierra, lo que más hice fue montarme sobre sus caderas, balanceando las mías. Nos enredamos en las montañas y ardimos en los campos. Cada rincón apartado de la aldea guardaba las huellas de nuestros encuentros íntimos.

During Black Friday, the intelligent system I develop helps the company run highly targeted ads and brings in 30 million dollars in revenue. But when I apply for the project bonus, the director rejects it. "The system is just an auxiliary tool. The performance belongs to the sales department." I hold back my frustration and pull up the system logs. "88% of the orders come from the system's targeted pushes. According to company policy, I should receive a 0.5% commission." The director glances at me, twirling his pen. "If the sales commission doesn't go to the sales department, should it go to you? And your lousy system exceeds the API limit and racks up extra fees. You still owe us a hundred thousand dollars. We'll deduct that from your salary." Three days before Christmas sales are set to begin, the system completely shuts down because of API restrictions. Late at night, the director calls me. I stare at my computer screen. "Since the system is just an auxiliary tool, why don't you start with manual targeting?"

Alpha Fabian's first reaction to learning I was his fated mate? Rejection. But drunk at the bonfire festival, he couldn't fight the pull of fate. He marked me. Marking a rejected mate came with a price. His power weakened. Forced into a bond with me, he despised me. For two years, I bled for him. I did 100 impossible things, just hoping for a single glance. I snuck into forbidden lands for rare herbs. I negotiated with enemy packs. I fought on the front lines for him in pack wars, always coming back covered in scars. But the one he truly loved was my adopted sister, Gloria. Even my own parents, the pack's Beta, hated me. I was their lost daughter, raised by rogues for fifteen years. But they only had eyes for their perfect, obedient adopted girl. Then, on my 100th task, I nearly died in the Valley of Shadows. When I woke up, I had amnesia. I was done chasing a cold mate and a family's love I'd never have. And when I finally walked away, Fabian discovered the truth. It was never me who couldn't live without him. It was always him.

By day, he’s just another broke guy with worn-out shoes and a charming smile. But behind the façade, Alec Blackwell is a billionaire tycoon—owner of a global empire and a ruthless legal mastermind. Tired of gold diggers and fake affections, Alec disguises himself as an average man, swiping through dating apps in search of something real. No private jets. No designer suits. Just raw chemistry and brutal honesty. Then he meets Zara Lane—a fiercely independent hustler juggling three jobs, a sharp tongue, and zero patience for games. She doesn’t care for his sob stories or smooth talk. She wants respect, not romance. But Alec’s world is built on secrets. And Zara’s life is about to crash straight into a truth more shocking than either of them expected. Because in a game of lies, power, and attraction… Who really holds the upper hand?

Every anniversary, Mark had some twisted surprise for me. Our tenth? He strutted into the ballroom holding hands with an escort wearing straight up lingerie. "Jenna, she's cold. Hand over your dress." Then, like that wasn't sick enough: "And the lingerie. She likes your vibe." I clutched my collar, trying to keep it together. He didn't care—just yanked it open. "Cut the act. Your dad sold you to me, remember? That slutty look you used to give me—I still see it." Everyone stared, waiting for me to break. So I did the one thing I could. "I want a divorce." Again. Mark just laughed and chucked a stack of photos on the table—me, covered in marks, curled in bed, a total mess. "You say that every year. And every year, you're back in my bed. Think your mom keeps that hospital spot if these get out?"

Malam pertama mereka terlewat begitu saja. Dilanjut malam kedua, ketiga, setelah hari pernikahan. Andika sama sekali belum menyentuh istrinya, padalhal wanita itu sudah halal baginya. Apa yang sebenarnya terjadi pada Andika? Bukankah pria itu menikahi Nuri atas nama cinta? Lalu kenapa dia enggan menyentuh sang Istri?