Healing

Diani selalu menjaga adiknya, Riani, dengan sepenuh hati. Namun, dunia Riani runtuh saat ia hamil di luar nikah dan menikah dengan Darma. Pria yang ternyata kasar dan penuh tipu daya. Ketika melahirkan, Riani meninggal, meninggalkan bayi mungil yang ia titipkan pada Diani. Darma, yang memiliki kekayaan dan pesona, berpura-pura berubah. Demi keponakannya, Diani akhirnya menerima lamaran Darma, berharap bisa menjadi ibu yang baik bagi bayi tersebut. Tapi pernikahan itu justru membuka luka baru. Darma ternyata masih sama, penuh manipulasi dan kekejaman. Bagaimana Diani bisa bertahan dalam pernikahan beracun ini? Dan benarkah Darma menyembunyikan rahasia yang lebih kelam?

"Kau akan menikah, Alesha," kata Charlotte, suaranya lembut namun penuh racun. "Kau hanya perlu menjalankan tugasmu. Bukankah itu yang selalu kau lakukan? Menjadi bayanganku. Jadi pengganti." Dipaksa menjadi pengganti, Alesha menerima nasibnya dengan hati penuh ketakutan. Namun, senyum licik Charlotte dan tatapan dingin keluarga Waverly meninggalkan luka yang dalam. Pernikahan ini bukan hanya perang dengan takdir, tetapi juga jalan masuk ke dunia Lancaster yang penuh bahaya. Mampukah Alesha bertahan di dunia yang mengintimidasinya, ataukah ia akan kehilangan dirinya dalam permainan mematikan keluarga Waverly dan Lancaster?

Namaku Key, aku sangat terobsesi ingin menjadi artis ibu kota. Sedari dulu. Aku memiliki mimpi untuk menjadi seorang artis terkenal. Namun, aku di jebak oleh sahabatku sendiri. Ia menjualku ke mucikari dan menjadikan aku sebagai bintang film dewasa. Dan bukan itu saja, aku juga di jual ke para pria hidung belang. Di jadikan simpanan oleh pejabat. Aku ingin kabur dan memulai hidup baru, tapi itu tidak bisa. Sebab ibuku butuh biaya untuk berobat. Alhasil aku memilih bertahan pada pekerjaan ku sebagai wanita malam. Tapi rasanya begitu hampa, terlebih saat aku ternyata ditipu oleh Revan sahabat ku sendiri. Ibuku ternyata tidak sakit dan itu hanya akal-akalannya saja untuk mendapatkan uang dari ku. Baca terus kisahku agar tau berapa beratnya ujian hidup yang aku jalani kini.

After my pack fell, my father and I joined the Black Moon Pack. Alpha Victor admired my gift for runes and promised to make me his Luna. I was so full of hope, I didn’t even mind that he was using my gift to shield his entire pack. But he kept delaying our marking ceremony, leaving me to endure the pack’s scorn for my fallen bloodline. On the eve of my father’s death, he even temporarily marked Seraphina, the daughter of another Alpha. He claimed it was to secure an alliance. I cried myself dry in the endless wait, only to hold my father as he died in my arms. Victor, however, continued to use my gift, commissioning runes from me only to give them to Seraphina. The final straw was when Seraphina destroyed my rune sanctum and flaunted the very pendant I’d crafted for my own bonding ceremony. That’s when my heart finally shattered. I no longer cared about being his Luna. I simply walked away. But after I left, Victor’s desperate plea echoed from the Moon Goddess altar. “Come back and be my Luna. Please.”

On the night of the Blood Moon Pack's grand ceremony, my Alpha fiancé Ethan solemnly announced before all pack members that we would soon complete our lifelong marking. The pack's blessings surged toward us like a tide. My face flushed red as I pressed against his strong chest, which carried the scent of pine. Suddenly, a figure blocked the moonlight at the temple entrance. Ivy, my friend who had vanished five years ago, stepped inside, accompanied by a pup with eyes like stars. Ignoring everyone's gaze, she walked straight toward us. Her collar slowly slipped down, revealing a deep Alpha bite mark on her neck. Under the moonlight, that mark was as shocking as a brand. "Lucas, come to meet your father."

Lena Clermont fell hard for her dad's friend, Andrew Rohan—twelve years older. The first time she saw him, he was all sharp suits and broad shoulders, effortlessly standing out. He smiled, patted her head, and handed her a princess dress. Fast forward to twenty. He got drugged at a banquet. She wore that same dress, offering herself as the cure.

I was eighteen when I donated one of my kidneys to Susie Grant, but she died to transplant rejection anyway, and I was chased out of the Grant family. Before long, the surgery incision festered, and I died of infection in the streets. When I opened my eyes again, I was five once more, and it was the day I was taken back to the Grant family's home. But this time, my brother Harry stepped in front of our parents, pointing at me as he said, "There's been a mistake. She's not actually my sister." Seeing the look of contempt in his eyes, I knew he had reincarnated too. As our parents left in disappointment, he shoved me a piece of candy and told me, "The Grant family just needs one daughter. There's no place for you among us if you can't save Susie."

"Dad, Mom, I've decided—I'll go through with the marriage arrangement with the Kingston family. I'll be back by the end of the month." Daphne Wharton made the decision in the middle of a camping trip with Luke Hardy. She curled into herself, pulling her scarf higher against the chill. For a moment, there was only silence on the other end of the line. Then, her mother's voice came through, thick with tears. "Daphne, we know this isn't fair to you. Our company is struggling, and the Kingston family is willing to help—but only if you marry their son. We've failed you as parents…" Her father let out a heavy sigh beside her mother. Daphne listened, her gaze unfocused. A faint, bitter smile tugged at her lips. "It's okay, Mom, Dad. This is what I should do. I'll be back in fifteen days—when their son returns to the country."

Herbert Fischer lets his precious childhood sweetheart dump scalding stew all over me as everyone watches. Worse, he tells me to apologize, all because I said one harsh sentence to her. Tears stream down my face as I ask him, "Is my life worth less than a hair on her head?" He snorts. "Stop overthinking. It's just hot stew—you won't die from a few burns."

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"