Bab Warna Hijau Pada Orang Dewasa

The night before I was supposed to marry the heir to the Moretti family, I found a string of ninety-nine filthy texts on my fiancé Leo’s phone. A woman named Ava Collins, telling him she loved him. Shameless. Desperate. She was begging him to call off our wedding, threatening to kill herself if he went through with it. I didn’t waste a second. I shoved the phone in his face and demanded an explanation. The silence stretched for an eternity before he finally broke. “Her brother was Liam. My underboss. He took a bullet for me. My bullet. I promised him I’d look after her.” "Jennifer, we grew up together. You know it’s you. It’s always been you. I swear, I’ll handle it. I’ll cut her off." I searched his eyes, hunting for the lie. I swallowed the acid in my throat and chose to believe him. The wedding was on. This was bigger than us. It was a treaty signed in blood between two families. And God help me, I still loved him. But on our wedding day, as we stood at the altar, vows on our lips, Leo got the call. It was her. Ava. On a bridge, threatening to jump. Demanding he come. Now. The diamond ring, a breath away from my finger, clattered to the stone floor of the church. Not a word. Not a single explanation. He just left. Left me, our families, our future... left me standing alone at the altar. Through a blur of tears, I screamed after him, "Leo, if you walk out that door, we are done!" His only reply, tossed over his shoulder, “She needs me.” He never looked back. Carrying his child, I vanished from his world and never looked back.

On my wedding anniversary, I came home to rose petals and champagne. Instead of romance, I found my husband in bed with my sister—wearing the couture gown I designed for her runway debut. He called my designs "boring" and revealed the fashion house I built was actually funded by her secret investor money. The child we adopted? Her biological son with my husband, who she abandoned to chase Paris Fashion Week. I walked out in nothing but the lingerie prototype from my latest collection. In a snowstorm. Straight into an exclusive fashion week after-party where I met him: a mysterious man who mistook me for a model and offered me a drink that tasted like freedom. One night later, I owed him $100,000. Three months later, I discovered I was pregnant. And when I showed up to my job interview at the biggest fashion conglomerate in the industry, ready to prove my designs could save their failing luxury brand, the CEO sitting across from me was the same man from that night. He remembers me. He wants his money back. And he's offering me $5 million if I can take his brand from fashion week laughingstock to top five in three major shows. I took the bet. I just didn't tell him about the baby. Or that my ex-husband's textile company supplies the fabric for every major fashion house—including his.

Having a one night stand with a man she thought was a model in a small bar,she got pregnant. Desperate,she looked for the father and strangely enough,she did not find the man. Three years later, he's back and she recognized him to be the most wealthiest billionaire in the city. Scared and shocked,her job was on the line,and now, after being fired,she found another job and she was shocked to see that her babies father is her boss.

My husband, Steven Garrett, was always "busy" overseas. So I thought I'd surprise him with a visit. Instead, I found him shacked up with my best friend, Peggy Shane. That day, my heart snapped—I filed for divorce and let my family set me up with someone new. Two years later, I bumped into Steven outside the hospital. He ripped the prenatal report from my hands. "How dare you cheat on me! You think you can play me?"

Aleeya Saraswati gadis yang berusia awal dua puluhan itu harus menghadapi pilihan yang sulit. Demi membayar pengobatan sang ibu yang semakin mahal itu, ia bekerja bersama sang ayah tiri di dalam sebuah kelab malam. Hingga suatu malam, pekerjaannya diketahui oleh Manggala Bimantara, dosennya sendiri. "Aku yang akan membiayai seluruh kebutuhan hidupmu, asal kau selalu bersamaku," adalah sebuah mantra sialan yang Manggala ucapkan. Sebuah kalimat yang akhirnya membuat Aleeya harus terjebak dalam hubungan gelap pria beristri itu.

On my birthday, Heather Pond’s lover posted a sonogram on his social media account and captioned it, [We’re going to be parents!] I commented, [Congratulations. You can have the baby cot from my place.] The next second, Heather called me to give me a warning. “Brandon Smith is dying. I’ll come back to you once I give birth to his child. Please don’t trigger him any further!” I remained calm and collected when I served her the divorce papers. Then, I packed my bags and went on a vacation in Europe.

I thought I knew love until I had to choose between two powerful alphas.” I've always dreamed of a love story with Jack Quinn, the Good Looking man and the powerful alpha heir of our pack. But to him, I was just a weak omega, and I wasn't someone who deserves a man like him, only worth gracing his bed, we happened to be fated mates but when he shattered my heart with a public rejection and embarrassment, I left everything behind, determined to start a new life far away from the shame and humiliation. With the loving support of my best friend, Kathy, a fellow omega, I quietly raised my son. Four years later, fate led me to Ryker, the alpha of my new pack. Ryker is everything Jack Quinn wasn't, kind, protective and genuinely interested in me. His growing affection is tender and true, though he keeps it hidden, afraid that loving an omega like me might be seen as a weakness Just as I began to feel safe and cherished, He begged for my forgiveness and a second chance, claiming he's changed and ready to be the mate I deserved. Now, I find myself in a love triangle between two alpha's: jack Quinn, whose intense passion still lighted a spark within me, and Ryker, whose gentle love promises safety and warmth. With secrets about my child threatening to be exposed and my heart pulling me in different directions, I must make a choice. In this feet sweeping romantic tale I'm stuck in, I embark on a journey of love, redemption, and self discover. Will I return to the fiery passion of my past with jack, or embrace the tender promise of a new beginning with Ryker? One thing was certain: my heart will never be the same.

Awalnya Bianca Febrianty sebel setengah mampus sama asisten si bos. Soalnya, dari luar aja keliatan pendiam dan loyal pada atasan. Namun ternyata, saat tidak ada orang lain, mulut cowok itu tak henti-henti menyebut semua kesalahannya. Ini membuat Bianca bertekad untuk menaklukkan mulut judes Babang

Namaku Kinanti, wanita pewaris tunggal seorang konglomerat ternama di kotaku. Dengan meninggalnya Papaku, agar perusahaan Papaku terselamatkan aku menikah dengan orang kepercayaan Papaku yaitu Bramasta yang sering aku panggil Mas Bram. Namun aku tak menyangka Bramasta yang menurutku laki-laki yang sangat mencintai aku selama dua belas tahun ternyata mengkhianati aku. Ia menikah diam- diam dengan Neni sahabat karibku sendiri yang mana ternyata Neni mantan pacar Mas Bram. Dan hal yang tak aku ketahui bertahun-tahun. Mas Bram menikahiku hanya karena menginginkan hartaku. Ia bersekongkol dengan Neni untuk menguasai hartaku dengan cara picik dan jahat ia ingin membunuh keluargaku satu persatu tanpa menyentuh. Pertama anakku, ke dua bu Citra Mamaku. Target yang terakhir Aku. Akankah niat Bramasta untuk menguasai hartaku dan menghabisi nyawaku terkabulkan? Baca selanjutnya di novelku yang berjudul SUAMIKU SEORANG PENDUSTA.

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