Aldo Branches

Jika orang bilang berumah tangga adalah ladang pahala terbesar selama kita hidup maka bagi Anjani berumah tangga adalah ladang dosa terbesar yang telah ia pilih. Sepuluh tahun silam, Anjani yang merupakan penjual jamu gendong jatuh cinta pada seorang Pria tampan sekaligus putra dari seorang juragan tanah di kampungnya. Setiap hari cintanya bertumbuh, semakin menggebu dan penuh akan pengharapan. Anjani melakukan berbagai cara agar cintanya yang tulus tidak bertepuk sebelah tangan. Hingga akhirnya, kisah cinta yang suci itu bermuara di pelaminan. Apakah kisah cinta Anjani berujung bahagia? Tentu bahagia, sangat bahagia tapi hanya berlangsung selama satu tahun saja. Tahun tahun berikutnya di isi dengan pertengkaran, pengkhianatan serta kisruh yang tak berkesudahan. Aldo, suami yang amat dicintainya itu semakin hari semakin betah di luar rumah. Berpetualang dari pangkuan satu wanita ke pangkuan wanita lainnya serta mengabaikan kewajiban kepada anak istrinya yang setia menunggu di rumah. Lelah dengan badai yang tak pernah usai, Anjani yang tengah dilanda keputusasaan memutuskan untuk mengakhiri pernikahannya yang semakin hari semakin tak sehat. Anjani menyadari bahwa suaminya itu mempunyai segalanya. Berjuang seorang diri di pengadilan justru akan membuatnya kehilangan segalanya terutama putra tunggalnya. Dengan alasan itulah, Anjani berniat membalas sakit hatinya dengan bantuan seorang dukun. Bagaimanakah akhir biduk rumah tangga Anjani dan sang suami? Akankah upaya Anjani membalas sakit hatinya berbuah manis? Baca cerita selengkapnya di novel Istri Dipelet Dukun Bertindak. Terima kasih.

Wealthy and beautiful Angela thinks no one will ever know about her dark, terrible past. Being thrown out by her stepdad and having no place to go, she is forced to do things for survival. "After developing an application that made her rich, she becomes a popular figure; of course, everyone wants a piece of the pie, even the person who hates you the most. "Angela never for a moment thought someone would threaten to expose her. Now she's being given the alternative. You will do as I say or pay the price. Angela has to find the blackmailer and deal with him by whatever means. Run Angela screamed Jessica as Angela sprinted through the woods with wind bustling through the branches of the trees, making the leaves howl in their symphony. Two natural forces are both in harmony and constantly fighting. The rain would come down any second; its distinct smell filled the air. Plush, intertwining clouds pushed their grey front toward where I stood. Angela stopped by the edge of the river; she placed a hand on her chest, her heart wouldn't stop raging against her rib cage, and she fought to keep silent a small whimper. Her heart was so loud she feared it would give her away; it was so loud in her ears; she thought the creature that used to be someone she once trusted would hear it and tear it from her. "Who is there? She screamed, looking back, hearing footsteps getting closer. Until she stopped and looked back, there stood a man with a mask, holding a knife; who was this person? Being diagnosed with anterograde amnesia made her unable to create new memories; her past kept haunting her. is it the same person who is always killing her in her dreams?

"You are not going anywhere Alina, especially not to that green-eyed bastard." He said, slamming her against the wall & caging her in his arms. "Who do you think you are to tell me that? You are not my boss, Shane." She glared at him. He smirks, "I think you forgot who the boss is. You want me to remind you again?" He licked his lips as his gaze darted towards her lips. Her lips quivered under his hot gaze, as his lips almost touching hers. She took deep breaths, 'Control yourself Alina. Don't get him under your skin.' "Don't play with fire, Shane. You don't know who you are dealing with." She smirked. "Try me." He whispered, lightly grazing her earlobe with his teeth. ____ Alina, a strong headed & badass woman whose life is perfect as a Event planner. She just wants to increase her branches with her best friend & live a simple life. The only thing that bothers her is, her insecurities with men. Everything is normal until she crosses paths with the most powerful gang leader in New York. Shane Vincent King. He’s hot, mysterious, sexy yet dangerous. If you ever dare to come in his way then you’ll no longer be in this world... Every woman wants to be with him but he has his eyes only for one woman. What if Alina is that woman who he wants for all his life? Can she be able to put her insecurities aside for him? What if she got dragged into a dangerous life after entering his life? Or is her life already dangerous because of her unknown past? Will Shane help her to know her past, leading her into a new life & fall in love with each other or fate has some other plans for them?

Prologue La nuit tombait sur la vieille demeure des Smith, drapant ses murs austères d’une ombre épaisse. Le vent murmurait entre les branches des arbres centenaires, comme s’il portait les échos d’un passé que tous avaient préféré oublier. Il y a bien des années, alors que la fortune des Smith était encore fragile, un pacte avait été scellé dans le plus grand secret. Deux patriarches, liés par une dette de sang et d’honneur, avaient échangé une promesse : un jour, leurs lignées s’uniraient par le mariage. Mais avec le temps, la prospérité des Smith avait grandi, tandis que celle des Anthony s’était effritée. Et lorsque Levy Anthony, le dernier héritier d’un nom autrefois puissant, avait hérité de ruines, les Smith avaient feint d’ignorer l’existence de cet accord. Pourtant, les mots tracés sur ce vieux parchemin n’avaient jamais perdu leur pouvoir. Dans l’ombre, une jeune femme aux yeux froids observait. Sandra, la méprisée, l’invisible. Celle qu’on avait reléguée aux marges de la famille, comme si son sang était moins noble. Elle savait ce qu’ils ignoraient : un pacte ne meurt jamais. Il sommeille, attendant son heure. Et cette heure venait de sonner. Lorsque les Anthony franchirent le seuil de la maison Smith, ce ne fut pas en suppliants, mais en créanciers. Leur présence réveilla une vérité que les Smith avaient enfouie : on ne rompt pas impunément une promesse faite aux morts. Et alors que les voix s’élevaient, que les accusations fusaient, Sandra se tenait immobile, un sourire glacé aux lèvres. Car elle, l’oubliée, allait devenir leur seul salut.