Brooklyn 99 Peralta

On the seventh year of our anniversary, the anniversary gift my husband, Anthony Walker, has given me is a divorce agreement that is valid for seven days. He has planned all this just because he has his eye on a female intern in his company, who is seven years younger than him. So, he wants to be in a legitimate relationship with her that only lasts for seven days. On the first day, they reserve an entire cinema for themselves. After that, they make love to each other from the doorway to the seats. On the second day, they set off fireworks at the beach. The fireworks are so bright that half of the city is illuminated by them. On the fifth day, the intern, Tanya Lindt, barges into my art exhibition. With tears running down her face, she accuses me of being the side chick in her relationship in front of the mass media. That night, news of a rising female painter becoming a homewrecker for the sake of love goes viral. More than 100 thousand malicious comments directed at me are posted in the comment section. On the sixth day, Anthony apologizes to me on Tanya's behalf. Apparently, the punishment he has set for her is that she's not allowed to go shopping for three days. On the seventh day, Anthony finally realizes that something is wrong. He calls me 99 times just to remind me that we'll get remarried the next day. "Okay," I say to him. Then, I inform my assistant to check in my baggage. What Anthony doesn't know is that I already came up with a plan to further my studies overseas seven days ago. This time, I'm not going to waste my time on him anymore.

Di malam valentine, aku bertemu dengan sahabat kecil tunanganku di depan sebuah bar. Dia tampak seperti habis diracuni, tak sadarkan diri. Kali ini, aku pura-pura tidak melihatnya dan langsung berbalik pergi. Di kehidupan sebelumnya, aku sama sekali tidak mengenalnya. Karena niat baik, aku menolongnya. Tapi, malah tanpa sengaja melihat ada tato nama tunanganku di tulang selangkanya. Awalnya, aku kira itu hanya salah paham. Tapi sesaat kemudian, saat aku membantu mengangkat teleponnya, aku mendengar suara tunanganku dari ponselnya. Karena marah dan cemburu, aku pun memutuskan sambungan telepon itu dan mengabaikan 99 panggilan tak terjawab darinya. Aku baru pergi setelah memastikan dia sudah baik-baik saja di hotel milik keluargaku. Siapa sangka, dia malah menjadi korban pelecehan malam itu. Karena merasa memalukan, dia memilih mengakhiri hidupnya. Setelah kebenaran terungkap, tunanganku tetap pura-pura tidak tahu apa-apa, bahkan tetap menggelar pesta pernikahan megah untukku. Namun, di hari aku mengetahui kehamilanku, dia malah mematahkan kedua kakiku dan mengurungku di rumah. Aku sangat terpuruk dan bertanya kenapa padanya. Dia malah tertawa gila-gilaan. “Kalau bukan karenamu, Luna nggak akan jadi korban pelecehan, dia juga nggak akan bunuh diri! Ini semua salahmu!” Tak kusangka, saat membuka mata lagi, aku malah kembali ke hari di mana aku bertemu sahabat kecilnya di depan bar.

Setelah menggoda suamiku yang religius sebanyak 99 kali, suamiku akhirnya melanggar pantangannya demi diriku dan bermesraan denganku selama tiga hari tiga malam. Aku mengira dia akhirnya mencintaiku. Tapi, saat sedang merapikan ruang kerja, tidak sengaja aku menemukan pesan di komputernya. Dia mengirimkan video pribadiku kepada kakakku, Tamara Gunadi. [Biar abis ini dia nggak bakal ngejar-ngejar aku lagi. Kamu tenang aja Rara, sampai mati pun aku nggak bakal nyentuh dia. Orang yang aku sayang cuma kamu.] Tamara mengirimkan pesan suara berdurasi 60 detik, suaranya terdengar centil dan menggoda. "William, aku beneran terharu banget! Nggak nyangka kamu demi ngejaga kesucianku, malah nyuruh banyak orang buat mainin dia. Kira-kira kalau suatu saat dia tahu yang sebenernya, dia bakal marah nggak ya sama aku?" Suara William yang serak terdengar penuh tekanan dan menahan diri. "Emangnya dia berani? Seujung rambut kamu pun dia nggak bisa tandingin. Dia itu gatel banget, ada orang yang mau make dia saja sudah untung." "Lagian, semua foto syur sama video itu ada di aku. Kalaupun dia tau, dia nggak bakal punya muka buat nyalahin siapa-siapa." Tamara mengirimkan beberapa foto pribadi dengan pakaian minim. "William, bantuin aku lihat dong, gaya aku yang ini gimana? Apa kakinya harusnya dibuka lebih lebar lagi?"

Torn between the billionaire who broke her and the mafia prince who’d kill to keep her. Three years ago, Victor Kane—cold, powerful billionaire—shattered Isabella "Bella" Moretti with one cruel sentence: “You’re too fragile for my world.” He walked away, leaving her heartbroken on the marble floors of his Manhattan penthouse. She rebuilt her life in Brooklyn’s shadows, vowing never to return to his glittering, controlling empire. But Victor doesn’t let go so easily. Now he’s back—wealthier, darker, more obsessive. Private jets, diamond collars, whispered commands in the dark: he wants her again. And this time, he’ll chain her to him forever. Then there’s Nico Moretti—her childhood best friend, the dangerously handsome heir to New York’s most feared crime family. The man who’s held her through every storm, buried her secrets, and never once demanded more. Until Victor reappears. Nico’s loyalty ignites into raw possession. His touches burn hotter. His eyes promise violence to anyone who tries to take her. He’s done waiting in the shadows. If she won’t choose him, no one else will have her. Two alphas. One rules boardrooms with ice and billions. The other rules streets with blood and loyalty. Both are dangerously obsessed. Both will destroy everything to claim her body and soul. In a deadly game of jealousy, betrayal, and scorching desire, Bella must decide: Surrender to the ex who once ruined her? Or fall into the arms of the best friend who’ll burn the world to own her? One woman. Two monsters. No safe escape.

He closed the gap between us and his hand travelled to my waist, pulling me closer to himself. His cologne filled my nostrils and he cupped my face in his hand gently. The look in his eyes whenever he looked at me always seemed like he was watching something so ethereal and now wasn't any different. I was supposed to hate him, to not be able to stand him. But why was I letting him do this? And why did I like it too? Love it even? He smirked at me, leaning down with our lips almost touching, his minty breath fanning my face. "I'm fucking addicted and obsessed with you if you haven't noticed." He paused as he studied me while I took a deep breath. "Are you sure you can't stand me?" He asked. "Or are we going to keep on lying to ourselves, babydoll?" ~ Vittoria Belluci, popularly known as 'Lilith' is short tempered, bossy, fiesty, poor social skills and a beautiful resting bitch face. Roman Argentero, Brooklyn's popular mafia don known for his playboy status, cockiness, flirtatious behavior but also ruthless and finally his Greek god appearance. A one night stand in the past, an arranged marriage, a stupid bet, a hatred she has for him and his family, and an addiction he has to her. Will she find out how her sister died? Or who keeps wanting to kill off her family? And doing all that with a fragile promise to herself to not fall in love. What happens when a Belluci falls in love with an Argentero who is already addicted to her?

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God. They ran me out of the neighborhood . My life was over. Eighteen years later, Bella waltzed back into my life. A cheap thug with a fake Rolex dangled from her arm. She held my son, crocodile tears streaming down her face. She called me jealous. Accused me of stealing her flesh and blood. Of keeping a mother from her child. And my son? The one I bled myself dry for? The son I poured every last cent into, turning him into a brilliant painter? The son I starved for, so much that I ended up in a hospital bed? The moment he saw his "real" mother, he cast me aside without a second thought. "You pathetic, broke bitch!" he spat. "You stole everything from us! All the happiness that was supposed to be ours!" My parents threw me out like a dog. Bella's thug husband had his men corner me in the red-light district. They pinned me against a wall, their threats vile and clear: Never come back. I had no way out. I threw myself off the Brooklyn Bridge. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Eighteen years in the past. Then came the knock. Hell had found my door. I wasn’t going to be the fool who gave everything and got nothing. This time, I took control.

Aku punya sembilan nyawa, dan enam nyawa sudah kuhabiskan untuk Rico. Kali pertama, aku tertimbun dalam longsoran salju saat mencoba menyelamatkannya. Air dari lelehan salju memenuhi mulut dan hidungku. Kali kedua, aku diburu oleh musuhnya dan ditusuk 24 kali hingga tubuhku hancur lebur. Awalnya, dia gemetar dan berjanji tidak akan menyakitiku lagi. Pada kali ketujuh, dia sudah terbiasa dan sengaja menabrakkan mobilnya padaku hanya untuk menyenangkan seorang wanita. "Nyawanya nggak ada harganya. Asal kamu bahagia, dengan senang hati aku suruh dia mati 99 kali." "Kamu mau lihat kematian macam apa lagi? Aku akan mengaturnya sesuai keinginanmu." Aku terhempas sepuluh meter jauhnya seperti baju bekas yang terkoyak. Darah segar mengucur dari mulut dan hidungku. Namun, aku tersenyum dan menghitung dengan jariku. "Dua kali lagi, utang budiku akan terbayar lunas." Rico Sarihan tidak tahu aku hanya punya sembilan nyawa. Setelah aku mati untuk kesembilan kalinya, aku tidak akan kembali lagi. Ironisnya, saat aku benar-benar mati, dia memeluk erat mayatku yang hangus dan berbau busuk itu, tidak mau lepas. Air matanya bercucuran tak terkendali. "Tiara, kumohon bangunlah. Jangan tega begini sama aku. Kelak aku nggak akan biarkan siapa pun menyakitimu lagi." Sayangnya, tidak akan ada lagi seseorang yang menghapus air matanya dengan tangan gemetar berlumuran darah.

【確認します。宿主様は好感度99%の全てを、小林恵美（こばやし めぐみ）に譲渡しますか？】 【好感度がゼロになり次第、宿主様はミッション失敗と見なされ、存在を完全に抹消されます……】 遠野明日奈（とおの あすな）は、魂の抜けたような声で、力なく「ええ」とだけ答えた。 江口洋介（えぐち ようすけ）と江口友沢（えぐち ともざわ）が、あれほどまでに恵美を慈しみ、彼女のためならば明日奈を傷つけることさえ厭わないというのなら、いっそ自分が恵美のミッション達成を手伝い、彼女が永遠にこの世界に留まれるようにしてあげよう、と。

박찬호에게 딸의 생일에 산에서 캠핑하자고 99번이나 부탁해서야 그는 겨우 허락했다. 다음 날 밤늦게 산 아래에서 딸을 찾았을 때, 그녀는 이미 죽어있었고 손에는 우리 가족을 그린 그림을 꼭 쥐고 있었다. 나는 딸의 시신 앞에서 통곡했지만, 박찬호는 오히려 SNS에 사진을 올렸다. ‘너와 아이는 나에게 보물 같은 존재야.’ 이 글과 함께 올린 사진 속에서 그는 그의 소꿉친구와 작은 여자애의 손을 잡고 일몰을 감상하고 있었다. 그리고 사진의 왼쪽 아래에는 작은 손이 보였는데 그건 내 딸의 손이었다. 이 잔혹한 사진은 내 딸이 찍은 것이었다.

Aku meninggal di hari aku memenangkan Penghargaan Doktor Medis Global. Tiga jam setelah kematianku, orang tua, kakak laki-laki, dan tunanganku baru saja pulang dari pesta ulang tahun ke-16 adik perempuanku. Ketika adikku mengunggah foto keluarga kami saat merayakan ulang tahunnya di media sosial, aku sedang terbaring di ruang bawah tanah yang tertutup rapat dan berlumuran darah. Aku mencoba menggunakan lidahku untuk menggeser layar ponsel dan meminta bantuan. Di antara kontak darurat, hanya tunanganku yang menjawab panggilanku. Artinya orang tua dan kakakku telah memblokir nomorku. Begitu telepon diangkat, tunanganku hanya mengucapkan satu kalimat, “Karin, pesta ulang tahun Lina yang ke-16 itu sangat penting. Jangan pakai alasan nggak masuk akal untuk cari perhatian kami dan bersikap manja lagi!” Dia menutup telepon dan memutus harapan terakhirku untuk bertahan hidup. Jantungku berhenti berdetak karena nada sibuk telepon. Ini adalah ke-100 kalinya mereka memilih adikku, ke-100 kalinya mereka mengabaikanku, mengecewakanku, dan ini juga yang terakhir. Aku terbaring di dalam genangan darahku sendiri, merasakan napasku perlahan berhenti. Mereka mengira aku kabur dari rumah lagi sebagai alasan untuk melampiaskan ketidakpuasanku. Mereka pikir bahwa selama mereka memberiku pelajaran, aku akan kembali dengan patuh seperti 99 kali sebelumnya. Sayangnya, itu tidak akan terjadi kali ini. Karena aku tidak pernah meninggalkan rumah, aku terus terbaring di ruang bawah tanah rumahku.