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Krystal Wallace never thought her life would have any dent on it, until she caught her long-term boyfriend cheating on her with another lady, during their trip to Vegas. Heartbroken, Krystal opted to vent her anger on alcohol at a local pub nearby. A decision that got her drunk and landed her on the bed of a stranger, after a one night stand. Having no recollection of what'd happened, Krystal returned home with a mantra, "What happened has happened and it account to nothing." However, what happened in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas, because, it didn't take long for Krystal to realize that the stranger she'd had a one night stand with, was Lucas Vanowen, CEO of the multimillionaire Vanowen Groups and he'd left his seed growing inside her.

Twin sisters, Jodi and Jackie, are two inches away from filing for bankruptcy and losing their heritage. The twins' grandparents had started Garvey's Hotel and Bar many years ago. The business had been solvent until the 2008 crash. With eminent ruin on the horizon, Jodi comes up with a radical idea to revitalize Garvey's. What Jodi hadn't planned was falling in love with the town hunk. While falling in love, she and those close to her have scandalous rendezvous, deal with local law enforcement, and try to survive a reign of terror that will leave a scar on her, the man she loves, and the small Arizona town for years to come.

I'm undressed and bound to a testing table when my family comes to pick me up. A thick, sharp needle pierces into my neck. A drug is administered into my blood, and the pain almost makes me lose consciousness. Behind me, I can feel a man's cold hands stroking my skin amorously. Before me, several people are staring at me. They point at me and treat me like an educational instrument. I tremble in fear and curl up on the testing table in pain. Three years ago, my brother sent me to Mykorra's war zone to stand up for Yvette Sanders. Those were the three most insulting and torturous years of my life. They burned away my hope for kinship but not my desire for survival. As the hands roam lower on my body, I bite my lip so hard that I almost draw blood. As the hands start to go overboard, someone knocks on the door. "Wendy Sanders, your brother is here for you."

Seumur hidupnya, Alana Nareswari mengira ayahnya hanyalah seorang pensiunan diplomat pencinta seni. Dia salah besar. Satu panggilan telepon di tengah malam mengubah hidup Alana dari kurator galeri yang tenang menjadi buronan nomor satu dunia bawah tanah. Saat peluru mulai berterbangan, hanya satu pria yang berdiri di antara Alana dan kematian: Atlas. Atlas itu dingin, penuh perhitungan, mematikan, dan sangat menggoda. Dia menawarkan Alana perlindungan dan sebuah kesepakatan gila: menikah dengannya untuk bersembunyi di depan mata musuh, sambil merencanakan balas dendam atas kematian sang ayah. Semuanya terasa sempurna. Namun, Alana membuat kesalahan fatal.

Season 1 menceritakan tentang pernikahan dini yang dijalani Jodi dan Rara ketika mereka masih mengenakan seragam putih abu-abu. Season 2 menceritakan tentang pernikahan Dodit dan juga sahabat Jodi dan Rara yang menjadi titik awal Dodit kembali ke dalam keluarga besar Hadiningrat

Ayuni seorang ibu berusia 24 tahun dengan putri tanpa seorang ayah. Dia menjalani hidupnya di desa bersama putri dan ibunya yang sudah tua dan sakit. Statusnya seorang ibu tanpa ikatan pernikahan menjadi cemoohan warga di desanya. Cobaan silih berganti menghampiri hidupnya. Jodi seorang Dokter muda yang arogan datang ke desanya untuk bertugas sementara. Kelembutan, kesabaran Ayuni memikat hati Jodi sejak lama, bermula dari rasa simpatinya. Akankah Ayuni tertambat hatinya dengan Jodi yang berbeda status, sifat dan karakter nya? Ada rahasia-rahasia yang perlahan mulai terbongkar, menyelimuti kisah mereka. Di tengah kekalutan hidup Ayuni, datang Fabian seseorang di masa lalu, yang datang meminta kembali cinta yang sudah Ayuni kubur dalam-dalam di hatinya. Bagaimana kisah suka duka mereka akan berakhir? Bagaimana kisah Ayuni Menjemput Bahagianya

During our New Year’s Eve dinner, I told my family that my company was not giving out year-end bonuses. The table went silent. Even the TV host counting down to midnight suddenly sounded grating. My husband and daughter slammed the table in frustration. “No year-end bonus?! How are we supposed to pay the mortgage and the car loan? I didn’t marry you so you could live off me!” “Other moms either buy designer bags or send money. You’re the most useless one. You can’t even bring home a $100,000 bonus.” My in-laws sat there with dark looks on their faces and said nothing. I looked at their self-righteous faces and felt a lump in my throat. All these years, every expense in this family was paid with the money I earned from late nights, overtime, and project commissions. But all they could see was the $100,000 bonus I did not bring home. “If you can’t make any money, then get out!” My husband grabbed my arm and pushed me toward the door. My daughter was not satisfied and kicked me on the lower back. I did not turn around. I took out my phone and booked the presidential suite at a downtown five-star hotel. My bank account had just received a $1 million dividend payout. It was true that I did not get a year-end bonus. But I got promoted to management. From this day onward, I would receive $1 million in dividends every year.

On the tenth day of my postpartum recovery, my husband, Deputy Commander Harvey Wyatt, uploads a photo of me breastfeeding my newborn in a disheveled state to the department's group chat. Obviously, that photo was taken without my knowledge. "See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight." A few female colleagues send sweating emojis to the group. The majority of the chat, however, consists of the male colleagues' perverse silence. While I continue to burp my baby with one hand, my tears land on the screen. In order to give birth to this baby, my pelvic bone was sawn in half, which causes me so much pain that I can't even walk properly. But all I get in return is my own husband body-shaming me in front of hundreds of people. I don't bother arguing with Harvey at all. Half an hour later, I drag my broken body all the way to the commander's office with a divorce agreement as well as the chat history over the past ten days, which has been printed out, in my hands.

Ten years after graduation, I funded a scholarship for underprivileged students at my alma mater. During the ceremony's interview segment, one of the scholarship recipients suddenly grabbed the microphone. "That night at the karaoke bar, you forced yourself on me! Aren't you going to take responsibility?" Her words cut through the room, and every student and faculty member turned to look at me. In an instant, I was branded a rapist. The company's stock fell immediately in response. Amid the chaos, I simply stared at the girl in front of me. Had students really become so ruthless just to get what they wanted? Only a few days ago, I had helped her fend off a gang of troublemakers, so how could she turn around and spread lies about me then? Besides, I was a woman. What could I possibly have done to her?

Jessica came to her senses under the bed of her fiancé and good friend’s, regaining her IQ, and couldn’t go back ever since. The douchebag: “Jessica, prepare a birthday gift to celebrate my dad’s birthday.” “Sorry, now I am the chairman, it is him who should pay tribute!” Jessica’s scum girlfriend: “Jessica, can you let me host the marriage show?” “You said that you haven’t experienced the pure love, so don't even think about it!” Jessica tore off the fake masks of the scumbags’ and turned to a pair of ink eye pupils: “It does feel cool to slap others, but don’t forget what your identity is!” “What identity?" Christian Maddox held her waist lightly, his face without missing a beat: “You should ask the little prince in your belly...”