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Apa yang terjadi jika kamu menikahi seseorang yang bahkan tidak kamu ketahui asal usulnya dengan jelas. Pertemuan yang tidak disangka-sangka, kejadian yang sangat tidak masuk akal, dan lebih parahnya lagi. Dia adalah seorang gelandangan!

Blurb: For her to go to Scandinavia, Daphne marries a man she met on a dating app. She can only fulfill her desire by marrying the handsome, hot billionaire named BK. They married even without love for each other. For BK, his marriage with Daphne turned out well. He can still do everything he wants. He can date the woman he likes. Because that's what they agreed on, not to interfere with themselves. BK's mind and heart were confused when something heated up between them. As with BK, Daphne starts falling in love with her husband. What will he do when he finds out that Daphne has given up on their marriage? Can BK still save their marriage?

On my birthday, one of my husband’s subordinates leaned close to him and whispered in Russian, “Sasha has a surprise prepared for you tonight.” My husband smiled at me as he finished cutting my cake. Then, in the same language, he replied, “She has quite a few tricks in bed. I’ll see her later. “Just don’t let Madam find out, or I’m afraid I’ll get thrown out.” Everyone around laughed and assured keep it quiet. None of them knew that I’d been fluent in multiple languages since I was a child. What they also didn’t know was that I’d found the hidden phone he kept in the false drawer, where all the filthy videos of him and Sasha were saved. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I contacted a few remaining connections in the Vegas and had them prepare a new identity for me. In three days, Claire Vega would no longer exist, and he would never have me again.

Latri sangat bersyukur akhirnya dapat mengandung kembali. Bahkan, buah hati keduanya berjenis kelamin laki-laki, sesuai dengan permintaan ayah dan sang ibu mertua. Latri senang bisa menjadi menantu yang berguna. Kebahagiaan hanya berlangsung sebentar, calon bayinya meninggal. Pupus sudah harapan terbesar Latri. Ia sempat terpuruk. Namun, sang suami membawa seorang bayi lucu ke rumah. Mereka akan mengangkatnya sebagai anak. Dan, saat Latri benar-benar menaruh rasa sayang yang besar pada bayi itu. Maka, ia tertampar kenyataan begitu pahit. Hilang sudah kepercayaan pada sang suami. Pria itu bukan suami terbaik, ia telah disuguhkan kebohongan yang apik. Rasa benci pun mengalahkan keinginan untuk mencintai balik Wirya. Bahkan, hendak berpisah.

Apa jadinya jika dua orang yang saling membenci harus terpaksa menikah karena insiden pembunuhan misterius yang terjadi disekitar mereka? Gerlan amat membenci Lura karena sifatnya yang kurang ajar dan terlalu suka mencampuri urusannya. Sedangkan Lura, begitu membenci Gerlan karena sifatnya yang kasar dan terlalu semena-mena. Lalu, bagaimana jika salah satu diantara mereka ada yang jatuh cinta? Apakah perasaannya akan terbalaskan?

After Father's death, everything falls apart. My stepmother seizes the inheritance and leaves us with nothing. Just when I think we can finally breathe, fate hits us harder—Dongju's accident leaves him clinging to life. With hospital bills piling up, despair becomes my only currency. Then, the President Director makes an offer I can't refuse: money for Dongju's treatment, in exchange for marrying his son, Byun Baekhoon—a man whispered to be gay, and heir to one of the most powerful conglomerates in the country. I sign the contract with trembling hands, thinking it's just a business deal. But Baekhoon isn't who I expected. Behind his cold eyes and calculated words, he hides something darker—something dangerous. And the more I try to survive this marriage, the more it feels like I'm burying myself alive.

Anastacia Solei Alcaraz, a devoted daughter and caring sister, found herself unexpectedly thrust into a whirlwind of change. Growing up in modest circumstances, she took on the responsibility of supporting her family after her father's passing. However, fate took an unexpected turn when she became a personal assistant to a wealthy businessman, leading to an unforeseen marriage after a fateful night. Now faced with the repercussions of a spontaneous wedding and a life-altering mistake, Anastacia grapples with the question of whether love and commitment can overcome the chaos that has suddenly entered her carefully built world.

Jeneta Arinze thought she knew what love was until her husband offered her to another man. When Nonso’s career is on the brink of collapse, he makes a desperate deal with his billionaire boss, Jinhai Maynard, a man known for his wealth, power, and wicked appetites. One month. One offer. One price. Cornered and heartbroken, Jeneta agrees. But what begins as a night of sacrifice turns into something far more dangerous. Jinhai doesn’t just want her body, he wants control. Her submission. Her every breath. Now, Jinhai Maynard is offering her more than money. He’s offering the life she’s always dreamed of… with a taste of pleasure she can’t forget. But Jeneta soon realises the most seductive man she’s ever known might also be the most dangerous. And, now one month is the start of her ruin.

At sixty-five, I got served divorce papers. The same day, my husband Sebastian — decked out in his wedding suit, of all things — popped a handful of sleeping pills in a suicide attempt. For years, we were the perfect couple. The kind of pair neighbors whispered about with envy. I couldn't wrap my head around it. The divorce. The pills. None of it made sense. Not until I found the photo and letter in his pocket.

Shortly after we said "I do," the Family sent my husband, Dario, down to the Mexican border. He told me it was a meat grinder down there—cartel territory. where guys were zipped into body bags every day. He said he had to go—to expand the territory, for the glory of the Family. He claimed it was too dangerous and that his enemies would paint a target on my back, so he wouldn't take me with him. I believed him. I stayed behind in his old, rot-infested house in New Jersey, taking care of his bitter, spiteful parents. I spent my days and nights in the Family's moldy laundromat, washing bills stained with blood. He told me he sent every dime he made down there to the widow of a brother who took a bullet for him. He asked me to be understanding. I never complained. Day after day, I pressed expensive suits in that humid laundromat, waiting for him to come home. It wasn't until the eighth year that a mobster came back drunk. When I asked about Dario, he froze, then sneered at me through a haze of alcohol. "Dario? Are you kidding? He’s been a King in Manhattan for years. He’s the youngest Underboss of the Corleone family." I stood frozen, the iron in my hand burning a hole right through a shirt. "And he got married seven years ago. Biggest cathedral in New Jersey. Half the mob was there to toast the groom..." He pulled a crumpled photo from his leather jacket. Snuggled up against my husband was a woman in a high-end couture gown—the very same "poor, widowed sister-in-law" he had told me about. The next day, I contacted a fixer who specialized in fake IDs. On the application for a one-way ticket to Europe—a ticket to vanish off the face of the earth—I filled in the fake name I had prepared long ago. He trapped me for seven years with a sham marriage. From now on, I’d be done with this damn loyalty.