Arthur Rockefeller Strikes Back After Divorce

Cress height, A town where nightmares lurk in the dark waiting to consume their prey. Maeve Spelman a young witch who abandoned her past in cress heights after the horrible deaths of her family, to start a new life as an actress in LA. Fate has other plans for her as she finds herself back in cress heights. What happens when she finds out she is not only a vampire but also the soul mate of Xavier; The dark emperor of everything unholy who was raised from hell?

After our eighty-eighth canceled wedding, I called my business partner. "I'm taking the Haviana market project." There was a beat of stunned silence. "Seriously? That's ten years overseas. You just got married—well, weren't you? Does your husband even know? What about your parents? You always said staying close to them was everything." I glanced around the empty church and let out a sharp laugh. "There was no wedding. No husband. And my parents? They've got Cindy. That's all they need." Another pause. "Alright. Pack your bags. You leave tomorrow." After the call, I ran a hand down my wedding dress. One last tear slipped out, quiet and pointless. Cindy had another "episode" today. Claimed she'd off herself. Andrew canceled—again. I'd looked at him, drained. "It's the eighty-eighth time." He dropped his head, guilt all over him. "Just a little more time, Viv. She's been off since the accident. I'm scared she'll actually do it. I swear, I'll talk to her. For real this time. Then we'll get married. Promise." My parents didn't hesitate. "Vivian, let Andrew go. If Cindy hadn't gotten kidnapped trying to save you, she wouldn't have these breakdowns. Are you really putting a wedding over your sister's life?" "How could you be so selfish?" I'd heard it all before. Used to fight it. Not this time. If neither my fiancé nor my parents wanted me around, then fine. I'd leave.

Even the street punks knew that in Chicago, Catherine Leone was untouchable. I had three deadly protectors watching my back. My husband, Raphael Falcone, was the youngest underboss in the Chicago Outfit. He was known for his cold, iron-fisted rule, yet in a crowded room, he would kneel to adjust the hem of my gown. My childhood friend, Luca Vizzini, the family's brilliant new consigliere. He'd sworn to protect me since we were kids. And my twin brother, Salvatore Leone, who cherished me above all else. He took over the family at eighteen and treated me like royalty, making me the most envied Principessa in the underworld. On my twenty-eighth birthday, I waited in the living room all day, clutching a pregnancy test with two solid lines, ready to share the news that would change everything. Instead, they brought me my brother's body, murdered by a drug dealer hailed as a hero. And standing before me was my husband, Raphael Falcone, ready to clear the murderer's name. "Tell me why," A scream clawed at my throat, but I fought it down, "You know damn well who the murderer is." "Catherine, control yourself." It was Luca Vizzini, my childhood friend, who tied my hands. "Salvatore's gone, but you still have us. You're still Mrs. Falcone, still the Principessa of the Leone family." "The Leones have looked after Chiara for years. You know her father is all she has." They wanted me to confess to my brother’s fabricated crimes and apologize to Chiara. But they forget. Before I was Raphael's wife, I was Catherine Leone. A master hacker who could breach any system. I will deliver my own justice in ways they cannot imagine. And I will make them regret it.

Amalia Hapsari, wanita cantik yang tahun ini menginjak usia 30 tahun, memiliki kehidupan yang sulit karena harus bekerja banting tulang untuk menghidupi dirinya sendiri dan ibunya yang sakit-sakitan. Tak punya waktu untuk mencari kekasih. Hingga takdir mempertemukan dirinya dengan seorang Revan Wirabrata, atasan barunya di kantor. Dan akhirnya mereka memiliki rasa yang sama dan saling tertarik. Namun sayangnya status Revan adalah suami dari Asti Prameswari. Walaupun pernikahan mereka berdua sudah berada di ujung tanduk kehancuran sebelum Revan mengenal Amalia, tapi tetap saja Amalia mendapatkan predikat buruk sebagai seorang pelakor. Dapatkah Amalia dan mempertahankan cintanya pada Revan? Ataukah Amalia akan menyerah?

Still tormented by the past, Bella commits herself to unearth the truth behind her sister's sudden disappearance. When a mysterious student, Gino Valler, offers her an alliance to solve the mystery of the past, she realizes that what she is dealing with is bigger than she has anticipated. Everything she believes in slowly collapsed while she struggles to build trust with her newfound partner and race against the unknown evil. The closer she is to the truth, the more ambiguous the answer becomes. Now she has to learn to fight for herself and accept the truth before the devious traitor—lurking in the back drop—wins the chase.

By day, Maeve Briggs is just a regular, quiet high school senior. She tries to blend in, takes care of her younger brother, and deals with her mom cleaning the huge, fancy Dovewood mansion—a mansion owned by the very rich and very dangerous Caden Dovewood. But at night, Maeve becomes someone totally different: Eve. She puts on a black wig and high heels, dancing for strangers in a secret club. No one there knows who she really is. It's her secret way to escape her tough life and earn money to pay the bills. Then, Caden Dovewood walks into the club. He sees her, recognizes her, but Maeve remains unaware he's witnessed her secret life. It's only later, likely at his mansion, that Caden reveals his knowledge. He's loaded with money, he's dangerous, and he's the last person Maeve ever wanted to know her secret. Now that he does, he won't let it go. He's always a step ahead, pulling her closer with words that make her heart race and eyes that seem to see right through her. He doesn't just want to know her secrets; he wants her. And he doesn't feel one bit guilty about going after her, making their whole situation a dangerous and twisted game.

Ashton didn't know how she would move on. How she would keeping putting one foot in front of another, until Z came along and changed everything. Would his darker world save her or destroy her?

When I became the blood bank for my mate Alpha Kane’s sweetheart, my wolf died from the endless loss of blood—and so did I, alone, in the cold den he rented to keep me out of sight. Today marks the third day since my death, and finally, my six-year-old pup noticed something was wrong. His finger bled when a toy hurt him, but I didn’t come to comfort him. When he tried to feed me his favorite food, I didn’t stop him either. He lay on my chest, gripping my clothes and whispering my name—but I didn’t respond. Desperate and helpless, my pup picked up my cellphone and called his alpha dad. “Dad, why is Mom still sleeping?” Kane didn’t answer. Instead, he sent him a photo of himself and Serena—his sweetheart—celebrating Full Moon Day, smirking. “Don’t worry. Your mom is just sleeping, not dead. You know I’m quite busy on Full Moon Day. Tell your arrogant and stubborn mom not to come find me until she admits her fault.” The call ended, leaving my pup frozen in silence. However, three days later, Kane received news of my death. He let out a gut-wrenching growl, refusing to believe it was true. Clutching my cold, lifeless body in his arms, he wept bitterly. “Kate… you are my only Luna,” he cried. “Come back. Stay with me… please.”

I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. *** “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table.

Karena mengira Dean sungguh ingin membuat Mike dan Ana--orang tuanya-- senang, tanpa pikir panjang, Siera menerima lamaran pria itu, meski mereka baru berkenalan. Siapa sangka, beberapa jam setelah resmi menjadi istri, Siera baru mengetahui bahwa pernikahan itu hanya sebuah alibi. Alat Dean untuk menutupi hubungannya dengan sang kekasih. Bahkan, Dean sudah tinggal serumah dengan kekasihnya itu selama tiga tahun. Lalu, apa yang akan terjadi pada hidup Siera dan Dean setelah pernikahan itu?