Blank Dream

I use a full decade just to be able to stand by Claude Thorne's side as an equal. In the past, I used to be an outsider who was often ignored by others, but slowly, I've transformed into Claude's most trusted Beta as well as the future Luna. But I decide to leave Claude one month before the Luna coronation ceremony is set to begin. It's because Claude has personally placed the Luna crown, which is supposed to be mine, onto Victoria Grimm's head instead. "It's just a crown. Victoria doesn't have anyone left in this world. What's wrong with letting her wear it? You're the future Luna, so you must be more magnanimous." I never bothered crying or throwing a tantrum. Instead, I've secretly dissolved the mate bond between Claude and me. Just like that, I've graciously given away the position as Claude's mate to Victoria magnanimously, like the way Claude wants me to be. But he goes nuts instead. He tracks me all the way to the human society in an attempt to patch things up with me. But what he doesn't expect to see is Silas Wulfric, the legendary Alpha King, getting down on one knee in front of me. "Heather, since that blind fool is incapable of crowning you as his Luna, allow me to make you the Luna Queen."

At the afterparty, my daughter, Mia Volpe, suffers from a sudden asthma attack. She collapses to the carpeted floor and goes through a seizure on the spot. But my Capo husband, Lorenzo Volpe, wraps an arm around his secretary, Sophia Bianchi, while watching Mia suffer before his eyes. Sophia had once shown him a forged paternity test of Mia and him. As such, he firmly believes that Mia is the bastard child of me and a Soldato. When Mia tries to reach out for Lorenzo, her complexion already bluish-purple from suffocation, he merely averts his gaze with a disgusted look on his face. "Daddy… S-Save… me…" I look everywhere for Mia's inhaler like a madwoman, only to realize that it's already empty. Sophia covers her mouth while tittering softly. "Dear me, Mia sure has an affinity for acting! Elena, I can't believe you and your daughter are willing to go to such lengths just to get Lorenzo to pay attention to you! "Since Mia likes acting that much, she might as well make the performance perfect." She lifts a high-heeled foot before crushing Mia's fingers, which were attempting to curl around Lorenzo's pant leg. Poor Mia was in so much pain, yet she couldn't let out a single sound. All she could do was scream silently into the void with her mouth wide open. I kneeled on the floor, my forehead already bleeding from smashing it against the floor repeatedly. "Lorenzo Volpe, Mia is your flesh and blood! Please, I'm begging you! Give me some medicine or call a doctor!" But Lorenzo just looks at me coldly, as though he's looking at trash. "A bastard like her is better off dead. Elena Corleone, stop using such underhanded methods to spoil everyone's mood." At that moment, what little love I still harbor for this man completely dissipates as I feel Mia's heartbeat gradually weaken. I no longer beg him for help. With trembling hands, I press the button on the emergency transmitter that I've sworn I'd never touch. That transmitter is the direct line to the highest authority in Smeraldia—my father, Don Vito Corleone.

"Dasar cewek gila! Sampai kapanpun aku nggak akan mau sama kamu!" Ucap Satria dengan lantang. Cecilia sering kali diejek sebagai cewek gila karena tak berhenti mengejar cinta pria idamannya, Satria. Sejak dari bangku kuliah hingga akhirnya Satria menikah dan menjadi duda, tak menyurutkan Cecil berjuang mendapatkan hati pria itu. Berusaha keras memikat dengan pesonanya walau masih saja Satria tak menyukainya. Malah kebencian Satria semakin menjadi-jadi pada perempuan gila itu. Sampai 10 tahun berlalu, ketika Satria mulai menikmati kegilaan Cecil yang menjadi candu baginya.. disaat yang bersamaan ia juga tersadar jika perempuan yang dianggapnya gila itu telah berlalu. Cecil berhenti berjuang dan pergi setelah tak diharapkan. Apakah rasa kehilangan menghampiri hati Satria yang membeku? Atau harusnya ia puas karena Cegil itu tak lagi mengganggu hidupnya?

After the plane crash, my body was never recovered. My soul drifted back to the home I hadn't stepped foot in for five years. They didn't know I was dead. They were still waiting for me to come home for Christmas. When my mom got the call from the airline, she froze for a long time, completely at a loss, before breaking down in tears. I followed them as they went to the memorial crash site. That was when I noticed something strange—I could see their levels of regret hovering above their heads. My brother's regret level read: 40%. My father's showed: 60%. Even my sister-in-law had 30% over her head. But my mother's regret level? It flashed a cold, unchanging 0%.

I loved Clara deeply. When she was in danger, I didn't hesitate to save her, even at the cost of my own life. The incident left both my legs broken and confined me to a wheelchair, but she promised we'd marry once she passed her medical boards. To help her focus on her studies, I worked tirelessly, wheeling myself around day and night to make ends meet. But behind my back, she rekindled her relationship with Caleb Carter, her childhood sweetheart. One day, I found her in his arms, laughing and happy. I confronted her, demanding to know why she'd betrayed me. She responded by shoving me to the ground, treating me like I was worthless. Then she pulled a scalpel from her medical bag, her hands steady as she held it over my chest. "Caleb needs a heart transplant to live," she said. "Please, help me one last time."

Albert Roosevelt was the crush I was never meant to have. Like an idiot, I believed loving someone meant giving them everything, even if they didn't care about you. So, I trailed after him like a desperate puppy, bending over backward to meet his every whim. When he couldn't afford tuition, I begged Dad to fund him, sending him to the best schools. When his worn-out clothes made him a laughingstock, I pitied him and showered him with designer labels. And what did he do? He used what I gave him to chase after a gold-digging campus belle. To keep up appearances, he blew through money like it grew on trees. He even spread rumors that he was the real heir to the Roosevelts. To him, I was just an ATM. "Your family's loaded. It's not like you'll miss a few hundred grand. If you're gonna be stingy, maybe you should stop following me around," he said when his wallet ran dry. And like a fool, I believed that if I kept paying, someday, he'd love me back. After graduation, I funded his startup. The second it took off, he married the campus belle. He had the nerve to claim he earned everything through nothing but hard work. So, I crashed his wedding, and he buried a knife in my chest. "Only when you're dead, Eve Roosevelt. Only then will my pathetic past stay buried." When I opened my eyes again, I was face-to-face with a scowling Albert. "You can't scrape together a few hundred thousand dollars? It's Bianca's birthday. Are you trying to humiliate me?" I looked around the room and rolled my eyes. "Sure, I'll pay. But first? Kneel. You look pretty enough. Consider it charity, peasant."

Being forged from the trauma that clings to your soul like an additional layer of sin has an elegance to it. When my father and I buried my sister, falling in love with her first love wasn't on the agenda. Don Alessandro Valentino has something I want. Something he refuses to depart with and no matter how much pain he inflicts upon me, I will never give up. I vowed to never let him win. I thought I had escaped his grasp, but his torment had only just begun. Despite everything, he still held the power to manipulate my heart and make me crave to be possessed by him. As secrets come to light and the truth is exposed, can I surrender the battle and surrender what I've been fighting for all along, without hesitation? --- He tore his lips away from mine, peering down at me, brushing the pad of his thumb along his lower lip—smearing my touch as far as it would travel. “You taste like mine.” He said in a cold and condescending tone. Then he left. He walked out of the wine cellar without a second glance over his shoulder as Riccardo locked the door behind them.

I asked my husband for a divorce during the most difficult year of his life. Everyone condemned me, calling me heartless, but I still forced him to sign the divorce papers. Later, he overcame his struggles and rose to become a powerful CEO. I avoided him for two years, believing I’d never cross paths with him again—until he caught me at my most wretched. His eyes brimmed with hatred as he stared at me. In front of everyone, he humiliated me and relentlessly forced me to down a bottle of vodka. I vomited uncontrollably, blood gushing from my mouth in thick streams. He mocked me, telling me it was the retribution I deserved for betraying him. I didn’t argue. I let him torment me. After all, I was already dying. If that made him content, so be it.

Riri Navarre is a beautiful woman. Johnny Winter knew that. But she is a brat too. A beautiful, willful, stubborn brat! Kaya kahit na ano pang sabihin at gawin ng mga magulang niya, hindi niya magugustuhan si Riri. Hindi ito ang tipo ng babae na gusto niyang makasama habangbuhay. Mahinhin, mahiyain, mabait at hindi pilya ang babaeng gusto niya. At lahat ng mga katangiang iyon ay natagpuan niya kay Karla. But life got in the way. Or perhaps, it was his heart? He wasn’t sure. Ang tanging nasisisguro lang niya ay nakatakda na siyang ikasal sa babaeng hindi niya inakala ni minsan na magiging asawa niya. Maaari kaya siyang maging runaway groom? Johnny Winter is Riri’s ideal man. Riri wanted him for years. And what Riri wants, Riri gets. Pero paano kung kabaligtaran niya ang tipo ng babae na magugustuhan ni Johnny? Kung gayahin kaya niya angginawa ng kanyang ina para mapaibig ang kanyang ama noon? Baguhin ang lahat sa sarili niya? No! She can’t do that. Magrerebelde ang katawang-lupa niya. She needed Lola Dorinda’s help. Pero shookt siya sa payo ng great-grandmother niya. Dahil ang payo nito, pikutin niya si Johnny tulad raw ng sinubukan nitong gawin sa great-grandfather ni Johnny noon.

Harum selalu merasa seperti pengemis ketika meminta nafkah dari suaminya. Itu sebab Adam yang selalu memprioritaskan memberikan nafkah untuk ibu dan saudara-saudaranya. Sampai ketika anak semata wayang mereka jatuh sakit, Adam malah menelantarkan istri dan anaknya demi mengobati keponakannya yang juga sedang sakit.. Harum yang terluka tak sudi lagi menerima nafkah dari suaminya ini.. tapi, bagaimana cara Harum mencukupi kebutuhan diri dan anaknya? Sementara ia hanyalah seorang ibu rumah tangga biasa.