Appreciation Post Adalah

This book is authored by G O A. Why Tech Billionaire Artemis Rhodes would post such a thing?! "Everyone is talking about the hashtag that just went viral in less than a few hours. Nevertheless, this girl has become a mystery everyone wants to solve. In fact, we have pictures from several people who have seen the girl in person." The screen of the phone is small but I catch several pictures of me flashing on the screen. This can't be happening! You know that panic attack I had been pushing down? Well, that thing comes back with a vengeance. It feels like all the air is sucked out of me and my chest gets tight. My vision blurs and I register I'm falling just before things go dark. "Relax Miss Riley, this is Mr. Rhodes a donor to our hospital. This woman is his fiancee. I'll take things from here." The doctor says and steps aside to let the nurse out. I watch her scurry away before I focus on the doctor. He's an older man with white hair and a friendly face but he gives me weird vibes. Wait...did he just say, fiancee? "I'm sorry what did you say?" I ask. "I have a proposition for you." The man says. "A proposition for me? What do you mean?" "A proposition? It means-" I wave my hand. "Not that! I'm not an idiot. I mean what proposition?" "I want you to marry me." He says with a straight face. So I bet your wondering how a woman who lives in an abandoned train car ends up married to a big tech billionaire. Well it's simple. We ran right into each other, locked eyes and the rest is history.

Dinikahi, tapi tak dicintai. Itulah aku! Mas Dewa, suamiku itu, terang-terangan menunjukkan ketidaksukaannya sejak awal pernikahan. Walaupun aku dinikahi, hatinya terikat untuk perempuan lain. Aku adalah ratu dalam istana pernikahan bersamanya, tetapi mahkota itu diberikan untuk perempuan lain. Tidak apa-apa, akan kubalas keangkuhan Mas Dewa dengan elegan karena aku ini adalah istri pilihan orang tuanya ….

"Sentuh aku seolah aku milikmu, Dokter. Sebelum suamiku mengambil kembali tubuh ini." Bagi dunia, Arga adalah fisioterapis bertangan dingin yang menyelamatkan masa depan Kirana Atmadja. Tapi bagi mereka berdua, Arga adalah pendosa yang mencuri cinta dari wanita bersuami di sela-sela sesi terapi yang sunyi. Cinta mereka tumbuh di atas fondasi yang rapuh: sebuah kontrak rahim yang mengharuskan Arga menghadirkan nyawa di perut Kirana, lalu pergi selamanya. Tanpa nama. Tanpa hak. Tanpa jejak. Namun, bagaimana cara mematikan perasaan saat detak jantung janin itu mulai terdengar? Bagaimana Arga bisa kembali menjadi orang asing, ketika wanita yang ia cintai dan darah dagingnya sendiri kini disandera oleh pria yang menganggap mereka hanyalah aset perusahaan? Ini bukan kisah tentang perselingkuhan. Ini adalah kisah tentang merebut kembali hak untuk mencintai, meski harus dibayar dengan kehancuran karier, harga diri, dan masa depan. Terkadang, obat paling manjur adalah racun yang paling manis.

Aara Zenobia tidak pernah menyangka bahwa satu malam akan mengubah seluruh hidupnya menjadi penjara emas yang mencekam. Ayahnya, seorang pria yang terjebak dalam lubang judi, melakukan dosa besar , ia mempertaruhkan putrinya sebagai jaminan hutang kepada Dante Valerius, pemimpin mafia paling ditakuti yang dikenal sebagai "The Ice King of Milan". Dante adalah pria arogan, dingin, dan tidak memiliki celah untuk belas kasihan. Namun, di balik tatapan matanya yang setajam belati, Dante menyimpan luka lama sebuah pengkhianatan yang menewaskan adiknya. Ia tidak membeli Aara karena nafsu, melainkan karena sebuah rencana pembalasan dendam. Ayah Aara adalah saksi kunci yang memegang rahasia pembunuh adiknya, dan Aara adalah satu-satunya alat penekan yang efektif. Dante memaksa Aara menandatangani nikah kontrak selama satu tahun. Peraturannya sederhana. Aara harus patuh, tidak boleh jatuh cinta, dan harus berperan sebagai istri sempurna di depan publik untuk memancing musuh-musuh Dante keluar. Bagi Dante, Aara hanyalah properti. Bagi Aara, Dante adalah monster yang merenggut kebebasannya.

Zora Intan Prameswari, adalah seorang wanita muda yang tangguh. Harta warisan dari sang ayah, membuat siapapun ingin menjadi orang terdekatnya. Adalah Adhyaksa Utama, dengan cara yang keji ia mendapatkan semuanya. Berkat bantuan seorang "malaikat tak bersayap", Zora menapaki jalan terjal untuk mendapatkan kembali semua miliknya. Siapakah malaikat itu? Lalu bagaimana kisah hidup dan cintanya?

Anya Prasasti tidak pernah menduga jika ada orang ketiga dalam pernikahannya. Lebih mengejutkan lagi orang ketiga yang menjadi duri dalam rumah tangganya adalah orang yang seharusnya Anya hormati. Bagaimana Anya membalas sakit hati pada pengkhianat hidupnya? Anya makin terpuruk ketika menyadari jika pernikahannya dengan Revan ternyata adalah jembatan utama untuk meraih obsesi gila ibu tirinya.

The new Consigliere wanted to restructure the Mafia family’s affairs by sinking her claws into me. My boyfriend, who was a Mafia Don and wildly in love with me, wanted to get revenge on her for me. He planned to raise her status to the skies and make her suffer a horrific downfall when the right time came. He kicked me out of the family and gave all my responsibilities to the new Consigliere. She received luxury cars and jewelry from him as gifts, but he told me to tolerate it as part of the plot. When my younger brother's kidneys started to fail, I begged my Don boyfriend for the surgery fees, which he agreed to give me. On the day of the surgery, I waited from daylight to daybreak for the money, but nothing came. That was when I saw an Instagram post from the new Consigliere, taunting me. "My family's Don is such a wonderful man. Someone who was kicked out of the family was brazen enough to ask him for money. What if she can't repay us? I had to stop the money transfer. I hope this woman will find a better excuse the next time she tries to scam him." The mess ended with my brother dying. My Don boyfriend called me later in an attempt to cajole me. "Don't be mad. Joey can have his surgery later. I'm just tolerating Rosetta to encourage her to become full of herself. The higher she climbs, the harder she'll fall. Don't worry! Her birthday will be in a few days. I'll humiliate her, then make her lose everything. We'll have our wedding after that. That will cheer Joey up!" However, I knew that his so-called plot was the start of him falling in love with another woman. That was when I no longer wanted him.

My fiance, Victor Blackwood, is a mafia boss who rules the country's underworld with an iron fist. To the rest of the world, he is the epitome of power. Yet to me, he is the embodiment of love. But I do not realize the cost of loving a man like him. On Valentine's Day, I cook his favorite dishes and wait for him to come home. However, time passes, and his chair stays empty. Uneasy, I go to Queenie Stone's social media page. She is Victor's foster sister. She posts, "All I said was that I felt lonely, and he came right away. "Even when I accidentally spilled wine on him, he didn't mind. Victor is still someone who puts family first, even if it means neglecting his lover. "He never lets me down. I hope things stay that way." In the photo, Victor's shirt is soaked at the waist. Queenie's handkerchief lingers near his most private parts, but he doesn't pull away. He merely looks at her affectionately. I do not make a fuss and give Queenie's post a like. Then, I send Victor a message that reads, "Let's break up." Victor ignores it as always. Later, I discover that when my breakup message popped up, he had said offhandedly, "Vivienne can't live without me. She's just acting out. "If I ignore her for a few days, she'll come crawling back by herself. She's easy to please." What he doesn't know is that I was easy to handle only because I once loved him. But now that I have decided to leave, he cannot make me turn back, no matter how he tries to win me over.

Throughout our seven-year marriage, my CEO wife, Ruby Irving, goes on yet another business trip on Memorial Day once again, so she can't travel back to my hometown with me. But soon, I saw the photos uploaded by her assistant, Wilbur Stork, on his social media feed that featured her sweeping the grave in his hometown instead. The caption writes, "Mom and Dad must be very satisfied with their daughter-in-law because the gloomy weather has cleared up in an instant." I chortle in amusement for a brief moment before liking the post calmly. Then, I comment, "I respect your relationship and wish you nothing but happiness." But my colleagues all go nuts over the latest bombshell. They are quick to form their chat groups and speculate as to how I'm going to cause my next ruckus in the company this time. Ruby soon calls me while sounding very stern. "I know Wilbur does things very brashly due to his young age, but you shouldn't have caused him trouble in the comment section! What will everyone else in the company think of him? How is Wilbur supposed to continue working in this company? "Moreover, Wilbur doesn't have anyone left in his family. What's wrong with me keeping him company just this once? People with happy families like you don't have empathy for others at all! "I want you to delete your comment and remove your like right now. Once the holidays are over, I'll free up some time in my schedule to go back to your hometown with you." As I listen to Ruby making yet another empty promise to me in such a casual way, I let out a soft chuckle. "It's fine." Once the holidays are over, we'll be able to obtain our divorce certificates.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.