Afton Family Deaths

"Kapan ayah pulang? Apa yang harus aku jawab?" Dua tahun belakangan ini Suci Roswita benar-benar tertekan menerima kenyataan pahit. Hidupnya seakan dipenuhi dengan kepalsuan. Yang dijalani hanya sebuah keterpaksaan.

Selain diberi label sebagai ‘Menantu yang dipungut’ karena status sosialnya, penderitaan Calluna diperparah dengan sikap sang mertua saat Calluna tidak bisa memberikan keturunan untuk Keluarga Dewandaru. Suami Calluna yang seharusnya berpihak padanya, justru ikut andil dalam menindasnya. Calluna tidak kuasa lagi menahan tekanan dari Keluarga Dewandaru, dan dia harus mengambil keputusan besar dalam hidupnya setelah sekian lama membiarkan dirinya terbelenggu. Hanya ada dua pilihan, kembali ke kehidupannya di masa lalu, atau bertahan dalam penderitaan. Hingga suatu malam, di tengah kegalauannya, seorang pria tiba-tiba mengulurkan tangannya di atas kepala Calluna di tengah rintik hujan dan tangisnya. Sosok asing berseragam tentara lusuh itu menatapnya dingin seraya berkata : “Ceraikan dia, dan menikahlah denganku!”

Ethan Francis is a professional photographer. He is good looking, tall, sharp-featured, well built, the balanced weight, and intelligent. He was the man, any woman would say yes to. And also the man, for all the wannabe models and the supermodels to be. Arthur Perry is the managing director of his father’s construction company. He is soon to be CEO. He is smart, talented, handsome, and respectful. He has a beautiful wife, Emily Watt, and a lovely daughter, Amity Perry. He has the perfect family. Or that is what his father defined as perfect for him.When the college sweethearts meet after years in an inevitable situation, they find themselves second-guessing their life choices.Read the complete story to know about their choices.

"Jamunya Mas," Suara merdu mendayu berjalan lenggak lenggok menawarkan Jamu yang Ia gendong setiap pagi. "Halo Sayang, biasa ya! Buat Mas. Jamu Kuat!" "Eits, Mr, Abang juga dong! Udah ga sabar nih! Jamunya satu ya!" "Marni Sayang, jadi Istri Aa aja ya Neng! Ga usah jualan jamu lagi!" Marni hanya membalas dengan senyuman setiap ratuan dan gombalan para pelanggannya yang setiap hari tak pernah absen menunggu kedatangan dirinya. "Ini, jamunya Mas, Abang, Aa, diminum cepet! Selagi hangat!" Tak lupa senyuman manis Marni yang menggoda membuat setiap pelanggannya yang mayoritas kaum berjakun dibuat meriang atas bawah.

During a mission overseas, I shielded my younger brother from an explosion—only to wake up months later, my body broken, my mind trapped in the void of a coma. Grateful for my sacrifice, he repaid me by marrying my wife. When I finally clawed my way back to consciousness and rushed home, I found my son kneeling on the ground, sobbing as his college acceptance letter lay shredded in his fists. My nephew loomed over him, slamming a steel pipe into his back. "Lick my shoes clean," he sneered. "Who are you to think you deserve an education?" And there was my wife clapping in delight, dabbing the sweat from my nephew’s brow like a doting servant. "You’re just like your deadbeat father," My wife spat. "Born to be my stepping stone." My eyes bloodshot, I tightened my fists. Every last one of them would pay for this dearly.

On the fifth anniversary of my marriage to Vicente Buckley, he violated my trust by sleeping with my best friend Kinsley Gilmore, on our bed. Through the camera, my son Jamie Buckley's childish voice sounded. "Kinsley, I'll keep watch at the door. I won't let my mom come in!" As if rewarding him, Kinsley pecked Vicente and suggested, "Your son is great. Don't you think about having another child with Patricia?" Vicente responded by covering her face with a pillow, saying, "The scar on her belly disgusts me."

"My Alpha, if your Luna knew that the embryo transplanted into her womb was actually our fertilized egg, she was just our surrogate, she'd probably be so furious to kill herself, right?" Elora gasped. My mate, Damon, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, was kneading Elora's breasts. "I don't like her either. But if she dies, who's going to manage my pack? You little minx," Damon chuckled, pulling her from the front and ruthlessly pounded into her from behind. "So, we have to keep this a secret. When our child is born and inherits my Alpha position, we'll deliver the final blow to her." I pretended not to know. I gave birth to the child and raised him with great care. Twenty-two years later, after my son Torin completed his studies, we handed over the Alpha position and all my wealth to him. At the succession ceremony, in front of the elders, nobles, and alliance leaders, Elora walked in arm-in-arm with my mate, holding a DNA paternity test report up to me. "Torin is the biological son of Damon and me. Now, it's time to return him to me." My son pulled out a small vial, said to me mercilessly, "This is a potion I got from a witch. Drink it now, break the mate bond with my father, and get as far away as possible." I smiled slightly, "Alright."

Ten years ago, I lost my sight saving Ivan Hardman. Now, a decade later, Ivan lets his mistress live under the same roof as me. Every night, he coaxes me to sleep in the first half, only to spend the rest tangled up with her. Even my son secretly calls her "Mom." What they don't know is, I've regained my sight. And I'm planning my escape.

My mother is an extreme misogynist, even toward me, her own daughter. She's wanted to kill me since the day I was born. She hits me if I wear lip gloss, wear a dress, or even get close to my father. Before sitting for my SATs, she spreads rumors about me trying to seduce my father. Ultimately, she pushes me so hard that I jump from the 15th floor. This pleases her to no end.

Everyone in the social circle of Kingsford said I was nothing more than a lapdog raised by Charles Mankin. I was always at his beck and call. I did every filthy, ludicrous thing for him under the sun. When he street raced, I rode shotgun. When he drank himself senseless, I made him hangover soup. When he chased girls, I prepared protection for them. Over time, everyone knew: Charles had a dog who never ran, never bit back, no matter how hard he kicked. They all said I must be madly in love with him. Even Charles started to believe it. So he pushed further, more freely, more cruelly, crossing lines as if they never existed. Then came my twenty-fifth birthday. He, in a rare stroke of mercy, said he'd celebrate it with me. But instead, what he got was the news that I was leaving the country. He went berserk, charging through the airport like a man possessed. I peeled his fingers off my wrist one by one, smiling like I'd never been happier. "Don't be stupid," I told him, still smiling. "That was never love." That night, Charles smashed apart his family home like a rabid dog.