3 Magical Words

Sebagai jurnalis, Kirania Sakti Raffardan harus memburu berita-berita sensasional. Ditambah rasa ingin tahunya yang besar, menjadikan Kiran acapkali bersinggungan dengan bahaya. Bahkan, ia sampai bertemu Demitrio Atmanegara--polisi berdedikasi negeri ini--yang sering berseteru dengannya karena kode etik profesi keduanya berseberangan! Lantas bagaimana kisah keduanya? Terlebih, cinta timbul di antara Kiran dan Demitrio kala mengungkap kasus-kasus ganjil yang dibungkam pihak-pihak luar biasa.....

Di tengah gemerlap kota Rio De Janeiro, Brazil, Jhon Pierre Mancini menjalani kehidupan ganda yang membentangkan sayapnya di kedua sisi hukum. Di siang hari, ia dikenal sebagai seorang pengusaha sukses yang terhormat, tetapi di malam hari, ia mengendalikan jaringan narkoba dan perdagangan senjata ilegal yang meluas di Kota Rio. Semuanya berubah saat Sora Sanders, seorang perawat muda dengan kehidupan yang sederhana, masuk ke dalam kehidupannya. Pertemuan tak terduga antara mereka berdua ini membuka pintu menuju hubungan yang rumit. Suatu ketika, seorang pria dari Spanyol meminta bantuan Jhon untuk mencari istri dan anaknya yang hilang selama 24 tahun. Awalnya, Jhon menolak, tapi akhirnya setuju setelah pria itu menawarkan 20% saham dari bisnis minuman kerasnya, dan yang paling mengejutkan adalah, Jhon menemukan kebenaran: Sora adalah anak yang dicari. Dalam upayanya mempertahankan cengkeramannya pada Sora, Jhon harus bersaing dengan musuhnya, yaitu Sergio Marrone, yang juga tertarik pada Sora. Pertarungan mereka membawa keduanya ke ujung keputusan hidup atau mati. Namun, dengan kekuatan tariknya yang tak terbantahkan, Jhon mampu memenangkan hati Sora, meskipun dengan risiko besar. Dalam kisah cinta gelap yang penuh intrik dan bahaya, Jhon Pierre Mancini dan Sora Sanders menemukan diri mereka terjebak dalam permainan kekuasaan, pengkhianatan, dan obsesi, di mana takdir mereka ditentukan oleh pilihan yang sulit dan pengorbanan yang mematikan.

Up and Down. "We're different." Right and Left. "Go, run and hide." Love and Hate. "This is unfair." Kill and Spare. "I cannot do it anymore." Totally opposite, is there a chance to make it together?

​"Mama akan membantumu agar istrimu puas di atas ranjang. " ​Bimo frustrasi karena terus dihina dan direndahkan istrinya setiap hari karena hanya mampu bertahan selama 3 menit dalam satu ronde permainan. Demi memuaskan hasrat sang istri, Bimo akhirnya menerima tawaran mama mertuanya agar dapat memuaskan hasrat istrinya di atas ranjang. Awalnya hanya pijatan dan pemberian ramuan khusus, sampai akhirnya mama mertuanya ikut turun tangan mengajari Bimo secara langsung. Apa jadinya saat tak hanya mama mertuanya saja, tapi Bimo juga mendapatkan bantuan dari kakak ipar dan adik iparnya?

Radit adalah prototipe kegagalan: seorang pemilik warung kaki lima di ambang kebangkrutan yang hanya mampu menyajikan nasi goreng hambar, takut mengambil risiko dalam hidup maupun di dapur. Kehidupannya yang menyedihkan berubah drastis ketika ia secara ajaib mendapatkan "Sistem Citarasa Ilahi," sebuah sistem mistis yang menjanjikan Skill memasak legendaris. Namun, anugerah ini datang dengan kontrak gaib yang mengerikan: untuk menaikkan Level, Radit harus mempersembahkan hidangan istimewa yang dibuatnya kepada berbagai Entitas Gaib Nusantara mulai dari hantu lokal hingga dewi laut. Dengan sistem yang baru diperolehnya, ia menjadi magnet baru di dunia kuliner.

My husband, Steve Malone, thinks of himself as a highly-educated person. Not only that, but he's also very uninterested in physical intimacy. When we go to bed every night, we have to sleep with a bowl of water between us. In fact, Steve refuses to let me touch him at all. But on the day he returns from the volunteer teaching program in the countryside, I discover a pair of pantyhose all tangled up in his clothes. Upon hearing my question, Steve maintains his cool facade as he explains, "This is contraband that I've confiscated from a student." I never respond to Steve. Instead, I get in contact with the female teacher, Rebecca Cramer, who has gone teaching with Steve earlier. From the other end of the line, Rebecca's sarcastic voice drifts over. "Your husband sure is unstoppable, Audrey. He couldn't resist kneeling in the pig sty while licking the dead skin off that Paige widow's feet. No one could stop him at all. "I heard that Paige even intends to give birth to a child for him. They went at it once per day, you know. I think you should head over here and witness everything for yourself." As soon as I end the call, I contact my lawyer right away and prepare to file for a divorce. This time, I'm hell-bent on ending things with Steve.

As Don Julian Vitale's woman, I've accompanied him every step of the way, from the streets all the way to the peak. It all starts because I don't like the way Julian's god-sister, Milena Santoro, uses so much force in dressing my wounds that I've dismissed her in favor of other people. The next day, my explicit photos are plastered all over the underground casino's chips. I clutch my abdomen, which still sports the stab wound I've blocked for Julian. As I search for him, I end up overhearing his subordinates' lewd laughter outside a private room. "Winona sure is hot, Don Vitale! Now that her body's printed all over the chips, our luck has tremendously increased as well!" "That's not it! Previously, Don Vitale rewarded me by letting me grope Winona's chest! Because of that, I was able to seal a business deal that's worth tens of millions of dollars!" "Then again, Don Vitale, won't Winona get into a fight with you for spreading her explicit photos like this?" Julian puffs out some smoke while toying with a casino chip with my crotch printed on it. "She's just a plaything whom Lady Luck favors. Without my protection, she's even lower than a mutt. Besides, she's nothing compared to Milena, and yet she has the gall to complain about how much force Milena uses in dressing her wounds?" As the crotch-imprinted chip is flung onto the table carelessly, I feel my heart dying once and for all.

Apa yang terjadi jika kalian bertemu kembali dengan cinta pertama kalian? Karel Hardys, seorang duda keturunan Belanda yang berprofesi sebagai direktur operasional PT. Lazeesfood, tanpa sengaja bertemu kembali dengan cinta pertamanya, Alexa Zivara yang juga seorang janda. Pertemuan keduanya pun menjadi awal kedekatan mereka kembali, setelah hampir lima belas tahun tidak saling berkomunikasi. Tetapi, tanpa Karel sadari, hubungan dirinya dengan Alexa tercium oleh media online, yang memuat foto-foto dan rumor antara keduanya. Hal ini tentu saja membuat Meita, mantan istri Karel naik pitam, sehingga memunculkan niatan untuk menghancurkan Alexa. Tipu muslihat dan fitnah akhirnya berhasil menghancurkan bisnis milik Alexa, tetapi persidangan akhirnya berhasil mengungkapkan kejahatan terselubung Meita. Bisnis tak kembali, tetapi ada yang kembali, yaitu Donny, mantan kekasih Alexa tiba-tiba datang dan memberikan kesegaran dalam kehidupan Alexa. Karel pun harus kembali patah hati karena kehadiran Donny. Dimana ia tidak pernah menyangka jika Alexa memiliki seseorang yang begitu melindungi selain dirinya. Kecemburuannya pun benar-benar membuncah, tak kala ia menyaksikan kedekatan keduanya, di depan matanya sendiri. Sementara itu, di sela-sela kehidupan cintanya yang belum sukses, Karel memutuskan untuk mundur dari jabatannya dan banting setir menjadi wirausahawan dan dengan bisnis itu ia berharap Alexa akan kembali jatuh hati padanya. Karel pun harus kembali patah hati karena Alexa tiba-tiba menghilang setelah berusaha mencari keberadaan Alexa, karena semua nomor kontaknya tidak aktif dan keluarganya pun tidak ada yang mau memberikan informasi akan keberadaan Alexa. Akankah Karel menemukan Alexa dan mengikatnya dengan tali pernikahan? Akankah terjadi perseteruan antara Karel dan Donny untuk merebut hati Alexa? Atau Alexa benar-benar menghilangkan dirinya dari jangkauan Karel dengan harapan Karel akan berhenti mencarinya. Atau Alexa memutuskan untuk keluar dari persembunyiannya dan melawan semua penghalang antara dirinya dan Karel? "Karl, just marry me!" atau "Karl, I love you, but good bye because I have someone else."

I've been married to Salvatore Falcone for seven years. He's a mafia Don who drills raw terror into everyone's minds. While I'm the Donna whom he has announced to the world, in truth, I'm just a mistress who serves as his human shield that can warm his bed on the side. Salvatore has betrayed me countless times over the past seven years. The first betrayal occurred when he took my ring off on our first wedding anniversary and gave it to one of the escorts in the clubhouse on a whim. The second betrayal occurred when I collapsed in the kitchen out of exhaustion. Instead of saving me, Salvatore blamed me for not preparing the hangover tonic for him in time, so he had someone dump iced water onto me to wake me up. The third betrayal occurred when I suffered from massive bleeding when I was five months pregnant. When I begged Salvatore to go to the hospital with me, he told me that he was keeping Valentina Caruso, his childhood sweetheart, company while her cat was getting fixed. For 2500 days, I swallowed all of my grievances, agony, and tears. Last night, at the banquet of our seventh wedding anniversary, Salvatore had taken Valentina's hand and sat her down on the Donna's throne that was meant to be mine. At that moment, everyone looked forward to seeing me humiliate myself. This was the 101st time he betrayed me. After the banquet was over, Salvatore didn't even bother looking me in the eye. He just said icily, "Don't forget that you're only a mistress to me despite our marriage." At the crack of dawn, Salvatore wakes up with a hangover. He tosses his soiled shirt at me out of habit. "Wash this shirt immediately. I'm going to wear it tonight." As I gaze at him, I caress my belly, which is slightly swollen. "Sorry, Mr. Falcone. This is no longer my duty." Salvatore most likely has forgotten that we've signed a contract when we first got married. The clause states that we will get divorced seven years later. Today is the third day before our contract comes to an end. I toss the marriage certificate and the pregnancy report into the shredder on the spot. In three days, my unborn baby and I will disappear from Salvatore's world permanently. This time, I will never look back.

When I was seven years old, my younger brother went into anaphylactic shock after sneaking a handful of peanuts. Outside the emergency room, my mother slammed my head against the wall over and over, her face twisted with rage. "If you had been watching him like you were supposed to be, this never would have happened! You should be the one with a ruptured stomach, not him!" After that, whenever my brother so much as caught a cold, my mother forced me to eat spoiled leftovers as punishment. I once prepared an elaborate feast. She flipped the entire table and made me crawl on the floor to lick it clean. When I said I wanted to study culinary arts, she poured hot oil over my hands. My father wanted to send me to vocational school to learn a trade, but my mother clutched my brother to her chest and wailed. "She destroyed her brother's health! She owes him a lifetime of service!" When I was fifteen, my brother's gluttony cost my father an important business deal. I took the blame without even being asked, and the furious client forced me to drink more than half a gallon of hard liquor. By the time I was sent home with a bleeding stomach, my father had already scolded my brother. My mother took out her anger on me instead, slapping me so hard my ears rang and my vision went dark at the edges. "You useless thing! You should’ve choked to death at that table! I get sick just looking at you!" I coughed up black blood. From my pocket, I pulled out a piece of sour candy that had gone soft and sticky. It was the only treat my mother had ever given me with a smile, back before my brother's allergic reaction. I put the candy in my mouth and swallowed it down with the taste of stomach acid. The candy was so sour it made my throat burn. Whatever came next, I just hoped I would not have to be my family’s garbage disposal again.