99 Days In Months

I spent six months and over $20,000 to plan a family vacation. However, when my mate’s childhood sweetheart Victoria heard about our trip, she begged to join us. Alexander didn't hesitate. He cancelled my spot in the protected convoy and gave it to her instead. He forced me to travel alone through deadly Shadow Pack territory - a thirty-six hour journey where three wolves had died last month. The whole family supported Alexander's decision without a thought for my safety. So I changed my travel plans. I headed north instead of south. I spent three months enjoying myself, ignoring their mindlink message. That's when the family started to panic...

My boyfriend suddenly posted something on his Instagram. [I’ve offered my body and soul to the country.] I was about to ask what he meant when he sent me a plane ticket to the northwest. He explained that the mission was confidential and that he could not be in contact with me during this time. Ten months passed. He was supposed to be away, but he came home unexpectedly and caught me at a prenatal checkup. When he saw my eight-month-pregnant belly, his face turned pale with anger. “I’ve been gone for ten months. How are you pregnant?” I shrugged and said, “Weren’t you supposed to be gone for three years? Why are you back after just ten months?”

"Sign it." Rachel picked it up and glanced at it. It was a divorce paper. It stated that she had to vacate the house without any belongings and return everything she had taken from the Brown family. This included shares, businesses, properties gifted by the Brown family, and any cash received from them. Rachel's face drained of color. "Why?" She asked, her voice shaking. Lucas replied indifferently, "If you don’t sign, in five days, I’ll make your family wish they were never born. You have these five days for your family to move out." Her body shook with fear. Is he really serious?

When I was eight months pregnant, my Beta mate Derek's mistress offended the Alpha and was sentenced to three months in silver prison. Derek wanted me to serve her time. I stared at him in disbelief. "I'm carrying our child. How can I go to prison? What if something happens to the baby—" He roughly cut me off. "It's just three months, isn't it? Your wolf is so strong, but Sophia is just an Omega. Could you really bear to watch her die?" He forcibly threw me into prison to take punishment for his precious Sophia, where I was whipped with silver chains. Through this ordeal, my wolf nearly died. That day, I had a lot of bleeding during childbirth and almost went into shock. Meanwhile, the photos of him in bed with his mistress spread all over the pack. When Derek’s brother Ethan, who had a crush on me for many years, rushed to the hospital, my voice was eerily calm. "You are right. Derek is not worthy of being my mate. You promised me that once I gave birth to the child, you would help me leave. I want to break my mate bond with Derek."

Trapped in a marriage that promised security but delivered only pain, Isabella Rossi has spent ten years surviving under the cruel dominance of her husband, Felix. Bruised, betrayed, and broken, she has known no love, no comfort — only duty and silence. Her world shatters the day she learns the truth: her ten-year contract is finally over, and Felix was never meant to be her husband at all. Ten years stolen. A life built on lies. After trying everything to make Felix let her go, Isabella fails miserably. Just when she’s ready to give up, he makes her an offer — stay with him for three more months, and he’ll release her, with job opportunities and a chance to start over. It should have been simple. Three months of pretending. Three months to freedom. But nothing goes as planned. Somewhere between shared glances, late-night conversations, and the man she swore she hated showing a side she never thought existed, Isabella finds herself torn between anger and affection. And just as her heart begins to soften, her rightful husband returns to claim what was taken from him. Will Isabella reclaim the life that was meant for her, follow the path of truth and destiny, or surrender to the dangerous pull of the one man she was never supposed to love?

“She signed up to carry his child and not steal his heart.” Diana Wood agrees to become a surrogate for reclusive, powerful, emotionally distant Billionaire Theodore Smith. It's meant to be strictly business: Twelve months—a discreet legal process. No attachment. Confidential. Life-changing compensation, enough to save her sister’s life. But twelve months is a long time to live in someone else's world, especially when walls come down, unexpected laughter, shared vulnerabilities, and the heart gets involved. Love was never part of the deal, and they both question everything. Was it ever just an agreement or the beginning of something real? What happens when a contract ends but love is just beginning? Will they be able to face what neither of them planned for?

I spent six months and a quarter million dollars to secure a week in Sicily. But when my husband’s childhood obsession, Chiara, cried nostalgia into his ear, Dante didn’t hesitate. He removed my name from the armored motorcade roster and replaced it with hers. He told me to take a commercial flight alone through rival family territory—a route where three associates had “disappeared” last month. The entire famiglia supported Dante’s decision without a single thought for my safety. So I changed my itinerary. I boarded a plane to Monaco instead of Palermo. I spent three months at the roulette tables, ignoring their frantic calls. That was when the famiglia started to bleed…

I used to think my husband was the angel who saved me from the depths of hell. Five years ago, I would have died for my ex-fiance, Marco Lombardi, but his carelessness caused Mom's kidneys to fail. He ignored 99 of my calls, and with an empty bank account, I couldn't even afford the surgery to donate my kidney to her. Only later did I discover that during that time, he was having romantic getaways with my stepsister, Penny Rossi. When I hit rock bottom, mafia Don Leon Costa showed up. He got me the best doctors, handled everything when Mom died, and even proposed to me when I was a complete mess. In our five years of marriage, he has spoiled me rotten. I've almost forgotten how much Marco and Penny hurt me. Then, today, I overhear his phone call with Penny. "Leon, thank you for giving my sister's kidney to my mother back then." My beloved husband just brushes it off. "Don't worry about it. I'll look after your sister. She won't ever know." He laughs quietly, and his voice is full of warmth. "You know I hate seeing you cry."

"Mayang, adik angkatku! Jangan pernah berpikir kau bisa merebut apa yang aku miliki dengan gampang, bukankah kau bisa melihatnya! Mas Arjun tidak ingin jauh dariku! Dari sini kau paham bukan, jika istri sah lebih kuat dari seorang pelakor sepertimu!" cibir Sita dengan senyum kemenangannya. Sita tidak akan membiarkan adik angkatnya mengambil suaminya dengan mudah. Baginya, tidak akan ada kata menyerah untuk melindungi harta suaminya sehingga tidak akan jatuh begitu saja ke tangan seseorang yang merusak rumah tangganya. Arjun, suami Sita, sadar betul bahwa dia tidak berani menceraikan Sita, karena 99% aset kekayaannya adalah milik istri sahnya. Namun, dengan bujukan dan tipu muslihat yang dilakukan oleh Mayang, Arjun akhirnya luluh dan setuju untuk melawan istrinya sendiri demi merebut harta yang selama ini dia kumpulkan dengan susah payah. Bagaimana perjuangan Sita melawan kelicikan Mayang dan Arjun? Mampukah Sita menunjukkan kepada dunia akan kekuatan istri sah yang sesungguhnya? Yuk simak selengkapnya di ceritaku ini, ISTRI SAH PEWARIS HARTA.

My boyfriend is a forensic artist. He was forced to make a harrowing decision to save his first love. At the killer's demand, he created a portrait from a photo—he never realized that the young girl in the photo was me in my childhood. Two weeks later, the police investigate a grisly bomb explosion and dismemberment case. The victim's identity was unrecognizable, and the investigation dragged on for days as the authorities desperately searched the blast site, looking for my remains. After three days and nights, they finally recovered enough of my remains to reconstruct my face. When my boyfriend unknowingly brought the shattered fragments back to life with his art, he was confronted with a horrifying truth—one that drove him to the edge of madness.