A Thousand Years In Piano Notes

Di acara tahunan perusahaan, suamiku dan sekretaris wanitanya bermain piano bersama di atas panggung dengan mesra. Setelah turun dari panggung dengan bergandengan tangan, putraku juga berlari dengan penuh semangat menghampiri mereka. “Bibi Sally hebat sekali, bisa melakukan apapun. Andai saja Bibi adalah ibuku.” Melihat tiga anggota keluarga yang tampak begitu harmonis di hadapanku .... Aku pun memutuskan untuk melepaskan semuanya. Sampah memang seharusnya dibuang.

To my parents, I was their obedient and kind daughter. To my students, I was their gentle and understanding piano teacher. To my audience, I was the star performer at the cabaret. Of all these different identities, my favorite was by far the last. I enjoyed the hungry gazes that fell on me, searing my skin like flames. I enjoyed the juxtaposition between my different identities, never tired of playing different roles. In a sense, I was born to act, and I was passionately devoted to each of my identities. So, won't you come watch me dance?

"Will you re-marry me?" He asked lying on the hospital bed after surviving an attempted murdur. "Yes. A thousand times!" She nodded with tears in her eyes. Jessica had dreamed of this moment for more than 10 years! She had had a crush on Lucas at 14 when he saved her from a group of gangsters. Eight years later, she married him despite all opposition from her parents and friends. But Lucas chose to save and defend another woman rather than her in face of danger. Sick of this toxic marriage, Jessica decided to leave and embark on the journey of vengeance. Three months later, she came back, as a billionaire CEO instead of that country girl in his eyes...

I was in a car accident on my way to my son, Nathan’s piano competition. Ignoring my injuries, I limped to the venue just in time for the awards ceremony. Nathan won the gold medal. With excitement shining in his eyes, he ran toward me. But as I smiled at him, he turned and placed the medal around the neck of my husband’s first love, Janine Beck. My husband of ten years, Christopher Frost, looked at me with irritation. “Look at what you’re wearing! You’re filthy, like a beggar,” he said cruelly. “Don’t come to Nathan’s celebration dinner tonight—he’s embarrassed by you!” I stayed silent and went alone to the hospital to have my injuries checked. Later, I returned to the villa, drenched in the rain, only to find the doors locked against me. I knocked on the door in the pouring rain for the entire night. At dawn, when the first light broke across the sky, I sent Christopher a message: [Let’s get a divorce. As you wish, I will no longer be an eyesore in your lives.]

I married someone two years ago. From then on, I lived a happy life. Thankfully, I did not have to deal with a mother-in-law and did not have to work. I even got two hundred thousand dollars from my husband every month as pocket money. Even my best friends lived the high life because of me. But today, right after I got my allowance, I got a call from the police station. They told me to pick my husband up from there.

My friend and I transmigrated into a melodramatic novel about a wealthy family. When the mission ended, I chose to leave. He fell for the obsessive female lead and chose to stay with her. Eight years later, the system told me that she had locked him in a mental hospital, and he had only three days left to live. When I rushed to him, he was tied to the bed. His eyes were dull, and he kept repeating my name. His crush, Sterling Group's CEO, was planning a grand wedding with the man she truly loved. I looked at my friend’s hands. They had once played the piano with grace. This time, they were covered in countless needle marks. “You came, I knew you would...” He mustered the last of his strength to look at me. “I was a fool. I thought staying by her side was the truest form of my love for her. “I never realized I was only a stepping stone in her path. “Take me home. I don’t want to die here...”

Aurora who pretends to be her twin sister, Arabella, returns back to Harryson Mansion and couldn't help but fall in love with him. Meet Willow Harryson, the richest young business man in the whole of Europe. A handsome yet cold man who is every woman's dream and a Mafia Lord. But he has a dark secret. He needs a special kind of lady who will break his whole family's One Thousand Years Curse. Will Aurora carry on with her Revenge? Did Arabella lie? What was the Curse placed on Willow and his entire Family?

To die a thousand deaths in the name of love, was the fate given to Edith, a young witch. "I should have died, but the world would have been in chaos and ruins." Turning his back on the heavens, Connor finds himself rescuing Edith from the wolves, Goblins and other mystical creatures, only to be the one to have her blood on his hands. A battle over centuries, for power between the magical beings will now come to an end. As the years went by, guardians were formed and now Connor has a chance to save the love of his life and banish the evil wolf prince, Alistair.

Heart has no other option but to seek help from her manager. Her father needs a heart operation worth five hundred thousand pesos. As the eldest child, the weight of this responsibility falls on her shoulders. She needs to find a way, even if it means making a difficult decision. For several weeks, she'll be at the mistress of an unknown man, for two hundred fifty thousand pesos, because she's a virgin. That was the offer from an unknown, unscrupulous man. Take it or leave it. She'll let herself be used while she's asleep, so she doesn't have a chance to get to know the man she's selling herself to. Due to extreme desperation, she agreed immediately to save her father, who is on the brink of death. She no longer has the opportunity to learn about the man who will be intimate with her and own her. She has to save her dying father, no matter who takes her. But the man she briefly saw is not ugly. He's incredibly handsome and her boss, the billionaire Deluxe Montesalvo, who has been married for three years!

My husband of five years, Eric Vale, came home drunk again. As I laid him in our bed, he murmured, “Don’t worry, my love… I’ll take care of you and our baby.” My heart stopped. Baby? We’d been on birth control since the day we married. There was no baby. I shook him lightly. “What are you talking about, Eric?” He blinked at me, confused, then smiled like nothing had happened. “Hey, babe… did I say something?” The next morning, I checked our joint account. Every month, ten thousand dollars had been wired to a woman named Bella Evers. Yesterday, he sent two hundred thousand more—with a note: I can’t wait for our baby to be born. Bella was Eric’s mistress and was now six months pregnant. So I made one call. “Papa,” I told the most feared Don in the South, “I’m getting a divorce.” I glanced at my sleeping husband. “I want him gone. And I want him broke.”