99 Days

My wife, Rosalind Judd, has been tearing up our marriage certificate 99 times in the past ten years of our marriage. This is her usual tactic to make me apologize and make amends. The first time, I transfer 100 thousand dollars for Rosalind to come back from her travel abroad with her childhood friend, Jackson Lane. The tenth time, she ruins the anniversary I have prepared meticulously and forces me to immediately help him get back to work. The 50th time, she humiliates me in front of my client during the day and forces me to sign over the transfer agreement to a villa at night, while she has a candlelit dinner with Jackson. ... Now, for the 100th time, she forces me to transfer my company shares. Staring at the love bites on Rosalind's collarbone, I suddenly chuckle. Then, I board the plane decisively. This time, I no longer want her.

How rich can a person be? My wife is incredibly rich. People call her "The Queen of Cloudridge" because nearly half the city's properties are owned by her. We've been married for five years, and every time she goes out to meet her first love, she transfers a property to my name. By the time I have 99 homes in my name, she suddenly notices that something has changed. I no longer cry, beg, or ask her to stay. I simply choose the finest mansion in all of Cloudridge, bring the property deed with me, and wait for her to sign it. She signs the papers, and for the first time, she softens. "When I get back, let's go watch the fireworks together." I quietly tuck the agreement away and hum in response. But I never tell her what she's really signed this time. It's not a property deed. It's our divorce agreement.

We had been together for seven years, yet my CEO boyfriend canceled our marriage registration 99 times. The first time, his newly hired assistant got locked in the office. He rushed back to deal with it, leaving me standing outside the County Clerk's Office until midnight. The fifth time, we were about to sign when he heard his assistant had been harassed by a client. He left me there and ran off to "rescue" her, while I was left behind, humiliated and laughed at by others. After that, no matter when we scheduled our registration, there was always some emergency with his assistant that needed him more. Eventually, I gave up completely and chose to leave. However, after I moved away from Twilight City, he spent the next five years desperately searching for me, like a man who had finally lost his mind.

I was doted to the bone by the mafia heir, Leonardo — he took bullets for me, endured 99 lashes, and promised to take me to see the Southern Sea that never freezes! But he let Zoe get pregnant with his child. He accused me of causing Ella’s pollen allergy, and even gave the only keepsake left by my mother — a bracelet — to Zoe as an apology. He said, "It’s just a bracelet." During an argument, he shoved me down, causing my head to bleed, yet he rushed to the hospital with Zoe, not even bothering to look back at me. I lay in the hospital getting stitches, and his suit still carried Zoe’s perfume. He yelled at me, "You followed me to the hospital to cause trouble!" My heart shattered, yet he still lied to me, "I only love you. After this fake wedding, I’ll take you away!"

Stefan Wyatt adalah seorang yang berkepribadian tipe Alpha sepenuhnya. Memiliki.karkater yang sadar dan paham atas apa yang dia inginkan tidak mengizinkan orang lain mendikte atau mengatakan apa yang bisa dan tak bisa ia lakukan dalam hidup. Cinta bagi Stefan adalah 99% tentang uang. Wanita-wanita yang mengejarnya hanya bernilaikan seperti sebuah kurs mata uang yang bisa naik dan turun. Jika Stefan masih menginginkannya maka wanita tersebut masih bisa bertahan di sisi Stefan. Jika Stefan sudah tidak menginginkannya maka Stefan dengan mudah akan membuangnya. Audrey Smith, wanita mandiri yang terbuang dari keluarganya, tak pernah menyangka akan terjerat dalam cengkraman Stefan karena percintaan satu malam yang terjadi secara tak terduga. Akankah kehadiran Audrey bisa mengubah segala karakter Alpha Stefan yang selalu ingin mendominasi dalam hal apapun.

Suami CEO-ku berjanji padaku bahwa dia hanya akan mengabulkan 99 permintaan untuk mantan kekasih pertamanya yang terluka dan kehilangan ingatan. Namun, ketika aku selesai menghitung hingga permintaan yang ke-99 dalam hati, aku melihat suamiku berpelukan mesra dengan mantan kekasih pertamanya. Setelah itu, aku tidak lagi membuat keributan, membiarkannya merawat mantan kekasih pertamanya. Aku hanya meminta sebuah gelang kaki bayi darinya, sebagai kenang-kenangan untuk anak kami yang akan segera lahir. Ketika membicarakan tentang anak, ekspresi pria itu sedikit melunak. "Tunggu aku menyelesaikan urusanku. Nanti kita akan pergi ke toko perlengkapan ibu dan bayi untuk memilih barang-barang bersama." Aku dengan patuh menjawab, "Baiklah." Aku tidak memberitahunya bahwa seminggu yang lalu aku sudah meminta pengacara menyiapkan surat cerai. Pada saat ini, kami sudah selesai.

My husband, Damien Falcone, had 99 lovers. And I was the mafia princess men lined up to die for. The day we got together, everyone in our world took bets. They said we wouldn't last three months. But then , everything changed. For me, he wiped his phone clean, built a rose manor, and got down on one knee. Then, on our wedding night, he told me he wanted an open marriage. "Our bodies can play," he said. "But our loyalty? That's just for us." I agreed. Then came his 100th lover, Sophia Ricci. She betrayed our family in an arms deal. Almost got my father killed. But Damien protected her. He even moved her into our home. So, I did what any heartbroken mafia princess would do. I got drunk and woke up in another man's bed. I just didn't know that man was Damien's uncle.

The life cycle of a butterfly lasts for an average of thirty days. In human time that was nothing. Within that thirty days the butterfly would go through the craziest of cycles, starting as an egg enclosed within a shell that is both impenetrable and fragile. Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird. Soon the creature would enclose itself completely for the second time, never to be seen like that again. It was a period of transformation. In thirty days, a butterfly's life will be complete, coming out of the cocoon as a changed and majestic creature. But humans aren't butterflies and thirty days weren't enough. Book cover credits to the amazing A-Graphics (@hiagraphics). Check her works on https://www.facebook.com/hiagraphics/

In den nördlichen Werwolfklans gilt eine uralte Regel: Ein Alpha-Erbe darf niemals eine Verbindung mit einem menschlichen Mädchen eingehen. Doch Alpha Kellan Wolfe brach das Tabu – band mit mir eine Gefährtenverbindung. Um mit mir zusammen sein zu können, lehnte er sich offen gegen den Ältestenrat auf, erlitt 99 Peitschenhiebe und wurde drei Tage und Nächte vor dem Altar kniend bestraft. Als sein Hemd blutgetränkt war, lächelte er mich an und flüsterte: „Aelis, hab keine Angst. Ich will nur dich.“ Schließlich willigten die Ältesten ein, dass er mit mir fortgehen durfte – doch nur unter der Bedingung, dass er dem Rudel einen reinblütigen Erben hinterlassen müsse. Seitdem war „Warte“ das Wort, das Kellan am häufigsten zu mir sagte. Das erste Mal bat er mich zu warten, bis eine andere Wölfin von ihm schwanger würde. Also schlief er 33 Mal mit Josepha, bis sie schließlich sein Kind erwartete. Beim zweiten Mal hieß es erneut warten, denn es war eine Tochter – die Ältesten verlangten jedoch einen Sohn. Also schlief er weitere 99 Mal mit Josepha, bis sie wieder schwanger war. Als ich dachte, die Qual sei endlich vorbei, fraß ihre frisch gevierte Tochter plötzlich Eisenhut. Sofort bezichtigten mich alle der Tat. Als ich in die Kühlzelle bei minus zwanzig Grad gestoßen wurde, stand Kellan mit glutroten Augen in der Tür. „Ich sagte doch, warte noch...“ Sein Blick war eiskalt. „Du weißt, was Eisenhut für uns bedeutet. Warum wolltest du mein Kind töten?“ Ach ja ... sein Kind. Mein Herz schrie auf, als riss es mir jemand aus der Brust, während meine Nägel in die Handflächen bohrten. Als sich die Kühlzellentür abermals öffnete, lockerte ich meine blutverschmierten Hände. Diesmal wartete ich nicht länger.

Aku sudah delapan tahun menikah dengan suamiku, Rangga. Selama itu, dia sudah membawa pulang 99 wanita lain ke rumah. Sekarang, aku menatap gadis muda yang ke-100 di depanku. Dia menatapku dengan menantang, lalu menoleh dan bertanya, "Pak Rangga, ini istrimu yang nggak berguna itu ya?" Rangga bersandar santai di kursinya sembari menjawab, "Ya." Gadis muda itu berjalan ke arahku dan menepuk pipiku, lalu berkata sambil tersenyum, "Malam ini, dengarkan baik-baik gimana jadi wanita yang hebat!" Malam itu, aku terpaksa duduk di ruang tamu mendengarkan suara erangan dari kamar sampai fajar menyingsing. Pagi harinya, Rangga menyuruhku menyiapkan sarapan seperti biasa. Aku menolak. Sepertinya dia lupa, pernikahan kami hanya pernikahan kontrak. Dan hari ini, adalah tiga hari terakhir sebelum kontrak itu berakhir.