Beli Followers

Setelah delapan tahun kuliah di Jerman, akhirnya aku berhasil lulus dan siap kembali untuk mengambil alih perusahaan ayah. Ketika tiba di lantai bawah Cakra Group, aku membuat pembaruan status. "Kamu memang se spesial itu, baru pulang pun aku langsung menemuimu." Namun, sesaat setelah sampai di perusahaan, rambutku dijambak oleh seorang perempuan, bahkan aku mendapat tamparan di wajah. "Dasar wanita penggoda! Saat SMA kamu merayu pacarku, sekarang pacarku sudah jadi wakil presdir, kamu mendekatinya dengan nggak tahu malu!" "Pukul dia! Aku akan bertanggung jawab kalau sampai terjadi sesuatu." Aku digosipkan menggoda Bakti Rahadi, seorang direktur di Cakra Group. Beberapa orang yang lain memandangku dengan sorot dingin, bahkan bicara yang tidak-tidak tentangku. Tas edisi terbatas tergores dan segel berharga yang diberikan ayah kepadaku dirusak olehnya. "Dasar wanita mata duitan! Kamu beli barang palsu, aku bisa ganti rugi kalau cuma beberapa ratus ribu saja!" Namun, dia tidak tahu bahwa semua barang milikku adalah asli. Dia dan pacarnya yang seorang direktur tidak akan mampu memberikan ganti rugi meskipun mereka bekerja seumur hidup.

My sister-in-law, Alicia, insisted that her son was a chosen fighter, blessed by God and immune to harm. The truth was far darker: every injury meant for him was being transferred onto my daughter. His congenital heart disease disappeared overnight. While most children his age were still carefully protected, he was already taking part in extreme sports and never suffered so much as a scratch. Meanwhile, my once-healthy daughter weakened day by day. She began to suffer unexplained fractures throughout her body. There was not a single place left uninjured. It was impossible not to see the connection. When I voiced my suspicions to my husband, Jeff Charlton, and my mother-in-law, Kelly Freeman, they dismissed me as delusional. They accused me of being jealous that Alicia had given birth to a prodigy, while I had nothing but a "worthless" daughter. Later, Alicia's son completed a trek across the Saharain Desert and became an overnight sensation, a child star adored by millions. At the same time, my daughter suddenly collapsed from heatstroke and died without warning. Alicia went live on her platform, accusing me of making false claims out of envy. Her followers believed every word. They hunted me down and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the moment Alicia first proclaimed her son a miracle child. This time, I was no longer a powerless mother. As a specialist doctor, I calmly pulled on my gloves. "Alicia," I said with a smile, "Let me examine my nephew and see if he's truly cured."

After receiving the report for an STD test, I went back to the barbeque restaurant, and there I ran into a young woman who was about three months pregnant. She asked me to let her cut in line, and, feeling sorry for her, I agreed to help her out. I quickly made arrangements for her and made sure she had a seat. But to my shock, after she finished her meal, she had a miscarriage. The girl posted about the incident online, and before I knew it, I was trending on social media, facing a wave of cyberbullying. The internet users went even further, digging up my health records and finding that everything came back positive. [She's positive for everything—she's clearly a woman with a messy private life!] [No wonder she caused the woman's miscarriage just by being near her—she's a biological hazard!] The cyberbullying got so bad that it pushed me into depression. Even my fiancé turned against me, accusing me of being filthy and breaking up with me. The emotional weight became too much, and in my pain, I drove straight into a reservoir. Meanwhile, the girl gained millions of followers online and skyrocketed to fame as a popular influencer. It was only after I died that I learned the shocking truth—this girl was my fiancé's first love. To boost her own popularity, she and my fiancé had come up with this entire scheme together. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day when she asked me to let her cut in line.

Matthew Moore, a young ruthless business tycoon of a powerful empire, the Prince Monarch. His words were iron fists, none in the business world would dare challenge. At day, his strong domineering aura exuded in the world of loyal followers and attractive women. Yes, attractive women! He was not a player but he was cursed. Coz at night, this ruthless gorgeous billionaire would shift into the most terrifying beast --- the strongest werewolf in their pack. Riona Grey, a she-wolf with enchanting beauty. A daughter of a rogue and a rejected she-wolf. They live in the shadows because of their identity and the only way to get accepted was to produce an heir for the current alpha king, Victor Moore, Matthew's own brother. On the night of their mating, Riona, who was against the arranged marriage, escaped for her freedom. She ran through the misty forest, stone-deaf of the growling of the Alpha king's loyal followers. Till she accidentally tripped into a root of a thousand-year-old tree and fell into a bottomless pit. ...where Mathew was having s*x with a model. Out of rage, he dragged the dumbstruck young lady. "Punish this stvpid servant who barged in my room!" he roared at his bodyguards in his mansion. "Let me go. I'm not your servant, Mister!" she yelled at him instead. "Kill her!" he ordered, nonchalantly. As Matthew glanced at Riona before his bodyguards took her away, he felt something stir inside him. His wolf also felt a sudden urge to kill the men who put their hands on Riona. There was something about Riona. Matthew was confused. Why did he suddenly want to hold her? Little did he know, Riona will play a big role in his life. To cure the curse or to fortify it, that is the question.

“Jangan pernah berani menyimpan perasaan untukku atau aku kirim lagi kamu pada ayahmu yang Iblis itu!” Bagi Hamish Elias Adhirajasa, seorang miliarder berhati dingin berusia tiga puluh lima, wanita hanyalah sebuah objek yang bisa dibeli, disentuh, lalu dibuang sesuka hati. Cinta? Ketulusan? Ia tak pernah percaya dua hal itu. Sumpahnya hanya satu: tidak akan pernah terikat, tidak akan pernah menikah. Lalu Kalea datang. Gadis rapuh yang ia beli dari ayah kandungnya sendiri yang seorang penjudi kejam. Seharusnya Kalea hanya menjadi pelayan tak terlihat di rumah megahnya. Namun, kepolosan dan tatapan lugu gadis itu adalah anomali yang perlahan meruntuhkan dinding es yang Hamish bangun selama bertahun-tahun. Peringatan keras yang ia berikan pada Kalea justru menjadi jerat paling mematikan bagi dirinya sendiri. Semakin ia mendorong, semakin kuat hatinya yang beku ditarik mendekat. Ketika seorang pria yang terbiasa menghancurkan dihadapkan pada satu-satunya jiwa murni yang pernah ia temui, pilihan mana yang akan ia ambil? Menjadi iblis yang lebih kejam demi melindungi hatinya, atau mengambil risiko hancur demi merasakan cinta untuk pertama kalinya?

After three years of renting, the landlord kept raising the rent, so I decided not to renew the lease. I hired cleaners to thoroughly clean the entire place, inside and out. There was not a single scratch on the furniture or appliances. I figured the landlord would not return the deposit easily, but I never imagined she would come out swinging with such outrageous demands. “This dining table cost me 25,000 dollars! You got it dirty, and we can’t clean it. You owe me 25,000! “How did this living room lamp get so dusty? Don’t you know how to clean as a girl? We’ll have to deduct 1,500 from your deposit! “There are hooks on the wall. You damaged my walls! 2,000 for that! “This mattress... Hmph. You live-streamers probably brought home who knows how many men. This one’s ruined anyway. There goes 15,000! “Why are there strands of hair in the bathroom? How am I supposed to rent this out to the next tenant? Five hundred for cleaning fees!” She tapped away at her calculator, then thrust it in my face. “You’ve lived here for three years. I’ll give you a friend’s discount. I won’t charge extra for the other damages. Pay me 50,000 dollars, and we’ll call it even! “Otherwise, I’ll expose you online and make you lose followers!” I glanced at the live stream that had 50,000 viewers at the time. When I looked up again, my face was only a mask of smiles. “Ms. Lane, let me think about it. I’ll give you an answer in two days.”

Aku meninggal pada hari ulang tahunku sendiri. Namun, orang tuaku dan suamiku sama sekali tidak menyadarinya. Mereka malah sedang sibuk menyiapkan pesta ulang tahun untuk adik kembarku dengan sepenuh hati. Ketika adikku dikelilingi semua orang untuk memilih gaun pesta, aku diikat erat dan dilempar ke dalam ruang bawah tanah. Dengan seluruh tenaga yang tersisa, aku menekuk jariku yang hampir patah, lalu dengan susah payah memasukkan empat angka: 9395. Itu adalah kode darurat sederhana yang dulu pernah kusepakati bersama suamiku, Willy. Itu adalah sebuah sinyal yang harus dia mengerti jika aku berada dalam bahaya. Tak pernah kuduga, pada akhirnya, kode itu benar-benar kupakai. Namun, Willy tidak percaya. Dia membalas dingin. [ Valerie, cuma karena aku nggak bawa kamu beli baju baru, kamu sampai berakting begini? Gaun tahun lalu masih bisa kamu pakai. Sampai jumpa nanti di pesta, jangan bikin ribut. ] Dia tidak tahu bahwa gaunku sudah lama digunting habis oleh adikku. Dia juga tidak tahu bahwa satu detik setelah dia menutup telepon, nyawaku sudah melayang. Jadi, pada malam pesta ulang tahun itu, aku memang tidak pernah muncul. Namun ketika semua orang melihat hadiah ulang tahun yang sudah kusiapkan terlebih dahulu untuk adikku ... mereka semua langsung kehilangan akal.

[UNDERGOING HEAVY REVISION] Go ahead and check out my other complete and ongoing books. I personally recommend Contracted for the Alpha and Marked by Moonlight. You can thank me later. 😉 "Are you nervous, Miss Bologna?" What the fuck? Did he just read me? I shifted slightly in my seat. "Detective Gunner, you seem to think you know me. But let me assure you, you don't." He shook his head, an inky black curl moving down his forehead. "I might not know you, Miss Bologna, but all one point two million followers don't know you either." A cocky grin crossed his face, drawing my attention to those damn dimples again. I uncrossed my legs and then crossed them again. "It's a necessary precaution." He held his arms up and shrugged. "And I get that. Being the daughter of the wealthy, powerful, notorious Wall Street guru, Dante Bologna has its downsides, I suppose." I glowered at him from underneath my lashes. "Tell me what you want, Detective Gunner." He tucked his phone back into his pants pocket. "I want you to tell me what the fuck is happening in this city." * * * To Love A Bologna is a four-volume series about the trials, temptations, and heart-burning romance of the Bologna family. | This first volume is focused on Nessa, the last and only daughter of the renowned mafia lord, Dante Bologna, and her love interest, Detective James Gunner who is on a quest to catch and destroy the Bologna family. When detective Gunner discovers the truth about the Bolognas, will he be able to go through with his plans? Or will his stolen heart make the choice for him?

"Mas ... Alina nggak bisa masak loh, gimana dong?" lirih gadis cantik yang nampak malas menghadapi Letnan tampan yang menjadi incaran para wanita berkelas itu. "Ndak apa-apa, nanti bisa beli," jawab pria itu dengan santai dan wajah tenang. "Oh ya, Alina juga suka ngorok kalau bobok, mendingan, batalin aja ya nikahnya?" Ucapan dari Alina tersebut, langsung membuat pria gagah itu menatapnya tajam. "Sekali nikah, tetap nikah!" tegas Dirgantara, yang biasa disapa mas Dirga itu. Seminggu yang lalu keluarga Dirgantara mengadakan sayembara mencari mantu. Karena sebentar lagi sang Letnan akan ditugaskan keluar kota, menjadi pengawas pendidikan militer prajuritnya. Sehingga kedua orang tua Dirga menginginkan putra sulungnya itu segera mendapat pendamping, dan bisa diboyong ke asrama, agar Dirga tidak kesepian. Namun, Alina salah paham. Dia mengira Abimanyu, adik Dirga yang akan dicarikan istri. Sehingga dengan semangat, kembang desa itu mendaftarkan diri untuk menjadi mantu keluarga Pak Suyarso. Kesalahpahaman Alina, membawanya pada pernikahan yang belum siap dia arungi bersama sang Letnan yang terkenal dingin dan tegas itu. "Jangankan masak, bermain di atas ranjang saja, Alina nggak bisa, Mas!" tegas Alina yang kembali diamati oleh Dirgantara. "Nanti aku yang ajarain!" Bagaimana kelanjutan rumah tangga mereka yang dadakan itu?

[Heyyy! Gadis kampung! Ini peringatan saya yang ke sekian! Kamu pake guna-guna apa, hah?! Cepetan hilangkan ilmu hitam yang kamu kirimkan pada Ashraf! Kamu tidak pantas menjadi menantu di keluarga Adireja!] Aku menghela napas panjang. Sehari setelah aku menerima lamaran Tuan Muda Ashraf, aku selalu mendapatkan terror dari nomor yang tidak dikenal. Pikiranku yang sedang kacau oleh hal itu, bertambah runyam oleh omelan yang keluar dari mulut cabenya Teh Selvi. “Kalau semua ayam yang kamu goreng gosong? Kamu pergi lagi ke pasar beli ayam lagi pake duit kamu sendiri, punya gak?” cibirnya. Dia tak pernah bosan menghinaku karena kastaku yang dianggapnya rendahan. Aku lupa ada sepasang netra yang menatapku sambil berlinang. “Ibu kenapa?” Aku menoleh ke arahnya setelah Teh Selvi berlalu. “Maafin Ibu sama ayah kamu, Ta! Kalau saja kami punya uang dan menyekolahkan kamu tinggi, mungkin kakak-kakak sepupumu tidak akan merendahkanmu seperti ini?” isaknya. Wa’ Imah hanya sesekali melirik kearahku dan Ibu. “Bu, sudahlah! Sinta tidak apa-apa! Tuhan tidak akan salah memilih orang yang akan Dia tinggikan, Allah tidak hanya melihat dari pendidikannya. Meskipun seluruh dunia merendahkan orang itu, jika Allah meninggikannya semua bisa apa? Ibu hanya perlu mendoakanku agar tetap menjadi orang yang penuh syukur dan berada di jalan-Nya. Ibu mau kan jika Allah memilihku dan meninggikan derajat kita suatu hari nanti?”