Brothers Imprisoned Me But They Went Crazy After I Died

Angie woke up in the morning, finding herself in a strange place, with a man beside her, and without a single piece of clothing. It was bad luck for her when Mike, the man she had supposedly spent the night with—the only son of the head of the black organization "The Black Venom"—approached again and handed her a contract that would turn her life upside down. "Sign it and marry me, or die." Then, like riding a roller coaster, Angie tried to survive the fake marriage. It was only two years, but a big secret was uncovered, making the remaining time a living hell—not only for Angie but also for Mike.

Paul Benson seorang musisi tampan asal Inggris yang kerap digandrungi para gadis menyukai sepupunya sendiri bernama Asley Brianna. Mereka melakukan hubungan terlarang meski keduanya tahu hal itu akan menjadi masalah bagi mereka. Namun, kegilaan Paul atas diri Asley, bahkan ia rela dibunuh untuk hal itu. Gila memang! "Paul." "Hem?" "Jika Om dan Tante tahu, apa yang akan kau lakukan?" Mata itu menatap dengan lekat. Paul mencari kenyamanan akan jawaban yang harus ia lontarkan. "Meski mereka membunuhku, aku akan tetap mempertahankanmu."

"Are you absolutely certain you want to purchase this Bond Severance Potion? Once consumed, it will gradually dissolve your mate bond over fifteen days. After that, the connection will be permanently broken. There's no reversing it, no room for regret." I nodded without hesitation. "Your name?" she asked, preparing to record the sale. "Sierra McKnight." The witch's hand froze, her eyes widening with recognition. Everyone in our country knew that Damien Blackwood, the Alpha King of the Northern Territory, had an Omega mate he'd cherished and pursued for years before their wolves finally bonded. Her name was Sierra McKnight. Without hesitation, I drank the Bond Severance Potion in one swift motion. Opening my phone, I booked a one-way ticket to Europe departing in exactly fifteen days. This time, Alexander would never find me anymore.

When I was four months pregnant, my fiance, who was a doctor, left me hanging when we were supposed to get married. This was not the first time; this was the sixteenth time. The first time, his nurse fainted at the sight of blood during an operation, and I waited for him for an entire day at the city hall. The second time, his nurse called, and he left me behind on a viaduct to buy daily necessities for her. Whenever we were about to get married, his nurse would call him for all sorts of problems. The final time was when he told me he was sick. Despite the rain, I rushed to the hospital, only to find that it was his nurse who was sick. He stayed by her side to care for her while he lied to me without batting an eye. At that moment, I began to hate him. I aborted our baby and left. But he chased after me and even traveled out of the country just to apologize.

Braga adalah cowok dengan jiwa kebebasan tinggi yang enggan dikekang, terlahir dari keluarga terkaya di negaranya, tak merasa membuatnya berrhasil memiliki segalanya. Buktinya ia masih belum bisa mendapatkan Dipsha, karena keputusan kakeknya, yang lebih memilih Arkan yang cucunya untuk bertunangan dengan Dipsha. Arkan sendiri tak lain juga sepupu Braga, Arkan juga tahu jika Braga menyukai Dipsha, namun dia malah bersenang-senang dengan keputusan kakeknya. Hingga di hari ulang tahunnya, Braga menerima hadiah sebuah unit apartemen dari mamanya, dan memutuskan tinggal disana sendiri, demi keluar dari tirani kekuasaan kakeknya, dan juga hegemoni keangkuhan Arkan. Hingga harinya berubah saat Mamanya meminta Braga untuk menjemput seorang gadis di Bandara, cewek polos yang membuat Braga perlahan mulai melupakan Dipsha, benarkah?

Abandoning her own dreams, Junia who dedicated her life into making sure that her husband gets to the top receives a series of heartbreak after she was presented with divorce papers by Ethan, her husband,on their wedding anniversary. She was further shattered into pieces when she discovered that he had reconnected back to his first love. Tired of the disrespectful and ungratefulness, Junia picks her life back together but later on, her ex-husband came knocking on the door of her heart. Would Junia succumb to allure of the tumultuous love between her and her ex-husband Ethan? Or While he was now after mending the heart that he had shattered, she was out to break him in a way that he would never be able to comprehend. Find out more in this enthralling tale of love that is filled with the ups and downs of love, mystery and most importantly, Vengeance!

A series of unfortunate events befell Severin Feuillet and led him to a five-year prison sentence, but by the time he was released, he had acquired wisdom from the teachings of a savant. Once Severin stepped back into society, he was prepared to give his all for his fiancee, but she had cheated on him and married an assaulter. Unbeknownst to him, the president of a certain company—a beauty in the finest—had given birth to his adorable baby daughter in secret. She had waited five insufferable years for him, and so thus began Severin's most daunting challenge yet, becoming a father.

My husband is known as a ruthless CEO, but somehow, he is tender and warm with me. I'm passionate about art restoration, especially antique paintings, so he transforms his private collection room into a professional-grade studio just for me. He even brings in top experts to mentor me. Once, I spent three sleepless nights restoring a rare 12th-century painting. He ends up buying the entire museum that the painting belongs to, just so I can study it without restrictions. To marry me, he goes head-to-head with his powerful family, even stages a hunger strike, until they finally give in. At our engagement party, he gets down on one knee in front of everyone and says, "Ash, you deserve nothing but the best in this world." The ring he designs himself has an engraving on the inside that says, "Art brought us together, love holds us forever." Everyone says Vincent Hawthorn loves me like a maniac, and I believe it—until I restore one of his late mother's paintings…

Tatlong taon na ang lumipas mula noong ikasal sila pero hindi pa rin makuha ni Czarina ang pagmamahal at atensyon ni Zayden. Palagi nalang ibang babae at trabaho ang pinipili ng lalaki at tiniis niya iyon. "Let's get a divorce..." sabi ni Czarina matapos siyang pagalitan ni Zayden dahil sa isang aksidente na hindi naman siya ang may kasalanan. Puno ng galit at pagkadismaya ang puso ng babae. Namumutla at nanginginig ito pero ni kamustahin siya ay hindi ginawa ni Zayden, bagkus ay inaway pa siya nito. Doon niya naramdaman na wala lang talaga siya sa buhay ng lalaki. Nagulat si Zayden sa narinig ngunit hindi niya iyon sineryoso, sa pag-aakala na isa lang iyon sa mga kaartehan ni Czarina. Ngunit mula ng araw na iyon ay hindi na umuwi ang babae. Nadatnan nalang ni Zayden na wala na ang mga gamit nito at may pirmado ng divorce papers sa mesa. "Fvck..." Binigyan niya ng ilang araw ang babae sa pag-aakala na babalik din ito. Pero sa ilang beses nilang pagkikita ay unti-unti niyang nare-realize na hindi na babalik sa kanya si Czarina. Nagulat na lamang si Czarina ng isang araw na pumunta si Zayden sa kanya na lasing, mugto ang mata, at nagmamakaawa. "Come back home, please..." he begged. "Let me be your husband again."

On the night of our ninth wedding anniversary, my husband—Damian Grant, the man who ruled the mafia by day and once ruled my heart by night—did not bring me roses. He gave the bouquet that should have been mine to Serena Lane, his personal assistant. Beneath the chandelier where we once danced on our wedding night, he turned to me with that same cold charm he once used to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. “She's pregnant.” Finally, everything fell into place. “She's a picky eater. From today onward, you’ll cook three meals a day for her. And no repeats. “She’s sensitive and hates sleeping alone, so you’ll need to move your things into the guest room.” The room fell silent. I did not raise my voice, nor did I shed a single tear. I simply picked up my packed suitcase and walked to the door. The butler tried to stop me, but Damian did not even blink. “She’ll come back.” He lazily swirled the wine in his glass. “She’ll come back crying and begging within three days.” Our guests burst out laughing. They placed a million-dollar bet right in front of me. They were betting on whether I would be back before the night was over, begging Damian to let me back in like a pathetic stray dog with my tail between my legs. However, they did not know I had already received the family heirloom from my real father. I booked my flight to get far, far away from everyone I used to know. This time, I really left.