Bowen Omori

Perang antara marga Kuromori dan Makigara yang tak berkesudahan telah merenggut banyak nyawa. Para anak yang ditinggal mati menjadi yatim atau bahkan.yatim piatu. Isae adalah contoh anak yatim piatu itu. Ditinggal mati oleh ayah, lalu disusul oleh ibu yang lebih mementingkan ego untuk gantung diri. Alih-alih setelah tumbuh dewasa ingin ikut berperang, rupanya apa yang dia lihat lebih menakutkan dari perang itu sendiri. Aksi pelecehan kian turut andil, ketakutannya bertambah saat lemparan pisau amatiran milik Isae melesat tak cekatan melukai seorang gadis yang dia temui di sungai. Kondisi bertambah buruk dengan hubungan persahabatan Isae dan Kasami yang retak karena hal sepele dan beberapa teror di masing-masing kubu. Tapi teror itu yang menjadi alasan Tuan Ikada memerintah Tuan Hayade untuk mengirimkan para remaja ke kota Yokohama agar di didik. Apa daya, rencana itu bagaikan air yang mengalir sehingga seseorang berhasil menculik orang-orang secara acak baik di desa Kuromori maupun di desa Makigara, sehingga mereka sadar ini genderang perang yang lebih hebat. Namun sebagiannya beranggapan ini adalah tipu muslihat sekelompok orang yang ingin melihat kedua marga ini sama-sama sengsara.

On the most important night of her life, Bowen's pack is attacked by The Eclipse Pride, led by the ruthless Alpha Ronan, who claims her as his mate. Forced to become his Luna to protect her people, Bowen finds herself trapped with a man she can never love. Willing to do anything to escape him, Bowen goes to desperate measures for freedom. A spell gone wrong causes Bowen to team up with Alpha Ronan's brother, Beta Grant, who hates her as much as she hates him. Together, they must find their Alpha and save their packs all while dancing on that dangerous line between love and hate.

Celeste Bowen thought her life was simple until she met Dominic Black. Mysterious and handsome they kept their love a secret until on her prom night Dominic eyes went dark his teeth grew out of his gums and he bit her.

When Mia was seven years old, her world was torn apart. After her parents’ bitter divorce, she was forced to live with her father, while her identical twin sister, Nyla, stayed with their mother. From that moment on, Mia became the forgotten child—abandoned by her mother and sister who were supposed to love her too. Eighteen years later, when Mia is struggling through college while caring for her critically ill father, the mother and sister who ignored her existence suddenly return. But their return is far from heartfelt. Desperate to secure an alliance with the powerful Bowen family, Mia’s mother has promised Nyla’s hand in marriage to the enigmatic and cold young master, Adam Bowen. The problem? Nyla doesn’t want to settle down yet. So Mia is given an impossible choice. Her mother secretly hides her sick father and blackmails Mia into taking Nyla’s place at the altar. If Mia agrees to marry Adam Bowen while pretending to be her twin sister, she will be told where her father is being kept. With no way to refuse, Mia steps into a life that was never meant to be hers, playing a dangerous game. Now trapped in a marriage built on lies, Mia must play the role of Nyla flawlessly. One mistake could expose her deception—and Adam Bowen is not a man easily fooled. Cold, powerful, and dangerously perceptive, he begins to suspect that the woman he married is not who she claims to be. As Mia desperately searches for her missing father, the fragile web of lies around her begins to unravel. What will happen when Adam discovers that his bride is nothing more than a substitute? Will he destroy her for the betrayal… or will the truth reveal a bond neither of them expected?

Good and evil are just words. I don’t pretend to be the misunderstood hero—I’m the monster who tells the truth even when I shouldn’t. And the truth is, I should’ve walked away the moment she stepped into my bar. Bowen Fox cleans up other people’s messes for Boston’s most dangerous men. He kills, he hides, he buries—and he never feels a damn thing. Until a runaway with cherry-red hair and a fake name walks into his world, turning his carefully controlled life into chaos. Ripley Beretta—now Harley Beaumont—escaped the gilded cage of her mafia family and the arranged marriage that would have sealed her fate. Desperate to disappear, she takes a job at The Fox Hole, never expecting her new boss to be as infuriating as he is irresistible. But Bowen’s past and Ripley’s lies are bound by blood. He was hired to clean up her family’s mess… and she’s the one who made it. When desire turns to obsession, and secrets turn deadly, love becomes the most dangerous game of all. He was sent to destroy her. She might be his only salvation. And when the truth comes out—he’ll wish her hell.

Ethan Harper was infatuated with the widow, Grace Bowen, who lived downstairs. She made him special breakfasts and did not mind his hunched back or his loud chewing when he ate. He said, “My old hag of a wife is like an NPC. Whenever I get close to her, she just gives me chores to do. “Not like you. You’re so understanding, and you make me feel like a real person.” He envied her late husband, whom he said was luckier than he was for having married her. I decided to grant him his wish immediately. I was afraid if I waited even a moment longer, he might snap out of it.

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?

When I hear my boyfriend, Terence Bowen, is trapped in a house fire, I immediately rush back to save him. However, after dragging him out with all my strength, I realize it's just a dummy. Laughter erupts from the house next door. "Ariana Brock is such a fool! She fell for it again!" Through a half-open window, I spot Terence lounging on the couch, casually scrolling through his phone. He looks completely fine. "That's the 47th prank we've pulled on her. Three more to go and we're done." "Serves her right. She shouldn't have stolen Bethany Howard's scholarship. Bethany is the one Terence actually cares about. That's why he decided to fake a relationship with Ariana to get revenge 50 times over. Too bad the game will end soon." I bend over, gasping for air. All this time, the relationship I've worked so hard to protect is nothing but a game to them.

The day Ken Bowen and I finalized the divorce, I walked out wearing only the outfit I had worn on our wedding day. I let Ken keep the house, the cars, the money, and the kids. He looked genuinely surprised, then let out a mocking laugh. "Are you sure about this? You raised the girls yourself, and you're just giving them up? If you really don't want anything, then you won't need to pay child support either. That's fair, right?" I signed the papers without hesitation and said calmly, "Yeah. That's fair." Ken paused, then slowly signed his name. "If you regret this later, you…" I lifted a hand and cut him off. I didn't look back as I walked out. Ken used to say I married him for money and status, that I used our three daughters to tie him down. Whatever. The day he saw my dead body, he would finally understand.

On my wedding day, my groom's sister, Nadia Lawson, wears an elaborate ball gown and comes on stage to snatch the emcee's microphone. Before all the guests, she arrogantly says to me, "Can't you see the princess is here? Why didn't you curtsy and greet me? You deserve to be punished! Get on your knees and prostrate yourself before me as an apology!" My expression sours at her insolence. I turn around only to see the indulgent expressions on her parents' faces. The groom, Bowen Lawson, says dotingly, "We spoiled Nad silly since she was a child. You are her sister-in-law now. Don't make things hard for her." I am so mad that I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. The clown thinks she's a princess, asking me to kneel before her? Ridiculous.