Anne Rice

Anne Lucas, dengan kecantikannya yang begitu memesona berhasil menarik perhatian seorang Luciano Enzio. Supermiliader, filantropis, aktivis dan tak lupa predikat bujangan paling diagungkan di lingkungan sosial atas. Segala macam pujian dipersembahkan oleh semua orang untuk pria itu. Tetapi Anne tak pernah terkecoh dengan semua topeng pria itu yang digunakan untuk menjilat kedua orang tuanya demi restu mereka untuk menikahkan Anne dengan Luciano. Ia tahu, di balik kesempurnaan Luciano. Pria itu tak lebih dari pria tua mesum yang berengsek. Segala cara ia lakukan untuk merobek topeng dan menunjukkan pada dunia wajah Luciano yang sebenarnya. Termasuk menghancurkan tubuhnya yang berhasil menarik pria itu. Tetapi, semua rencananya tak berhasil mengusik Luciano untuk memilikinya. Hingga semakin ia mencari tahu siapa sebenarnya Luciano, Anne serasa disambar petir. Siapakah sesungguhnya Luciano Enzio itu?

Anne Jacobs hears what others keep hidden—their fears, their fantasies, their lies. It’s how she survived high school. It’s how she stayed invisible. Until Victor Blackwood decided she shouldn’t be. Victor is handsome, brilliant, and frighteningly attentive. He claims to love her, to protect her. But the thoughts behind his perfect smile are darker than anything Anne has heard before. And when those around her start to fall—bullies silenced, enemies destroyed—Anne realizes she’s not just loved. She’s owned. Now she must decide: expose him and risk becoming his next fixation… or stay close and try to control the monster who claims her heart. In a world where thoughts betray, love is the most dangerous lie of all.

On Benedict Bradford’s birthday, he posted a link on social media with a taunting offer: [$1.99 buys you a prank—target: Sansa Stormcloud.] So when I arrived at his party, the guests drenched me in water, hurled glasses, smashed cake in my face, and shoved me down the stairs. Benedict sneered as he stood over me, arm slung around Lina Kipling. “You think you’re fit to marry into the Bradfords? Pathetic. “You’re not even in Lina’s league. You’re worth nothing more than a couple of dollars!” I picked myself up, dusted off my dress, and handed him an invitation. “You know, Benedict, the Bradfords have another heir. “And shortly afterwards, you’ll address me respectfully as your sister-in-law.”

In Kieran Chase's eyes, I was not his wife. I was a non-performing asset waiting to be liquidated. When I got sick and asked for help, he became impatient. He said, "This is a minor problem. You can handle it on your own. No need to tell anyone." When I broke down in tears, he reprimanded me. "Losing emotional control shows weakness. It exposes the fragility of our alliance. I'll have the PR team teach you emotional management." Even when I called for help after a car accident, he hung up. "Nothing about you is important enough to interrupt a transaction worth hundreds of millions." I spent seven days in the ICU fighting for my life. On my first day home, I found Kieran leaning over another woman, his voice suddenly soft and coaxing as he convinced her to take her medicine. He opened his mouth to explain. I smiled bitterly and handed him the papers I'd prepared long ago. My tone mirrored his perfectly. "Mr. Chase, regarding our marriage project, the return on investment is unacceptably low after comprehensive evaluation. I'm formally proposing we terminate our cooperation. "Here's the divorce agreement. Sign it."

On my wedding day, my groom's sister, Nadia Lawson, wears an elaborate ball gown and comes on stage to snatch the emcee's microphone. Before all the guests, she arrogantly says to me, "Can't you see the princess is here? Why didn't you curtsy and greet me? You deserve to be punished! Get on your knees and prostrate yourself before me as an apology!" My expression sours at her insolence. I turn around only to see the indulgent expressions on her parents' faces. The groom, Bowen Lawson, says dotingly, "We spoiled Nad silly since she was a child. You are her sister-in-law now. Don't make things hard for her." I am so mad that I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. The clown thinks she's a princess, asking me to kneel before her? Ridiculous.

Sèanne penyanyi terkenal Korea, cantik dan juga berbakat namun keras kepala. Dia merasa Tuhan tengah memberinya karma karena kutukannya pada Liam tunangannya, namun dialah yang paling tersakiti karena kutukan yang menjadi nyata. Liam yang hilang ingatan membuatnya frustasi. Dia bertekad untuk membuat Liam mengingatnya. Yang Sèanne tidak tahu adalah, Liam memiliki kebiasaan baru menyiksa orang yang berniat jahat padanya. Lalu sanggupkah Sèanne menerima kembali Liam dengan perilaku berbedanya? Akankah mereka bisa kembali menjalin tali kasih yang sempat terputus dan hidup bahagia?

To Willa Fowler, I'm not her husband, but rather, a non-performing asset that awaits her handling. When I fall sick and ask her for help, she grows impatient with me. "This is a low-tier problem that you should be dealing with on your own. There's no need to report to me about it." When I burst into tears from an emotional breakdown, she berates me, "If you lose control of your emotions, you'll just show everyone else the vulnerability in our alliance. Next time, I'll have the PR team teach you how to manage your emotions." Even when I call her for help after getting into a car crash, she doesn't hesitate to hang up on me. "Everything concerning you isn't important enough for me to suspend the hundred-billion-dollar transaction I'm performing right now." I spend seven days in the ICU getting my life saved afterward. On the first day of getting home, I witness Willa bending down to gently coax another young man into taking his medication. She opens her mouth in an attempt to explain the situation to me. But I just chuckle bitterly before handing over the paperwork I've already prepared in advance to her. This time, I sound exactly like her. "Ms. Fowler, regarding our marriage project, after a comprehension evaluation, the return on the investment is deemed too low. Therefore, I'd like to officially propose a termination on this project. "This is the divorce agreement. Please leave your signature here."

I always had a unique kind of mind-reading ability—I could hear the thoughts of people who didn't truly love me. On the night before my wedding, I suddenly heard my fiance's thoughts. 'If she shows up unexpectedly to disrupt the wedding tomorrow, will wearing leather shoes make it harder to escape?' I didn't say a word. The next day, without a second thought, I boarded a plane and left Chilia. In the end, that wedding, regarding a runaway bride and groom who never showed up, became the city's most infamous joke.

Segala kemalangan terjadi padanya setelah ia menjadi istri kedua. Dicemooh oleh orang-orang dan juga masih banyak lagi kata yang merendahkan harga dirinya. Anne tidak dipedulikan. Ia hanya dianggap sebagai angin lalu. Setiap hari, harus melihat keromantisan suaminya dengan istri pertama. Sanggupkah Anne menahannya? Bagaimana kelanjutan rumah tangganya?

Connor's missing first love was found. When he received the police call, he lost his composure and rushed out of the office, forgetting to grab his jacket from the chair. The business partners he was discussing a new collaboration with were stunned, all of them unconsciously looking at Anne. "It's fine, continue," Anne withdrew her gaze from following Connor, offering a poised smile as she smoothly took over his unfinished words. "Regarding the investment in the new project..." An hour later, Anne personally saw off the business partners. She returned to her office, picked up her phone, and saw that there were no messages from Connor. Anne called Connor. After a few rings, the call was answered, but it was a girl's voice on the other end.