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My husband's adopted sister invited me out to dinner, and while we were eating, disaster struck—a violent earthquake shook the ground beneath us. My husband, a firefighter, rushed to the scene as quickly as he could. But fate had a cruel plan for us. We were trapped beneath a massive boulder, unable to move, and the rescuers could only save one of us. He made his choice. He chose her—the adopted sister who had always been frail and sickly—over me, his wife, who was five months pregnant with his child. I begged him, pleaded with him to save me. But he turned his back on me. The boulder pressed harder, and I felt the sickening crack of my arm breaking. He didn't even flinch. "Alice has always been weak," he said coldly. "If I leave her here, she'll die." But when I died, he lost his mind.

A plane crash tore my husband and his twin brother apart. One survived. One did not. When I rushed to the hospital, I saw my brother-in-law, who had just survived the crash, locked in a passionate kiss with his wife. My husband? He lay lifeless in the morgue. Blinded by grief, I stumbled down the stairs…and lost the child I had spent three years longing for. Three years passed. Just as I was finally learning to breathe without him, I overheard a conversation between his closest friend and my brother-in-law: "How long do you plan to keep pretending to be your brother? Alicia is your legal wife." He adjusted his glasses, voice icy and distant. "I swore to my brother I'd protect Emily for the rest of my life. I am him now. As for Alicia… let her be the debt I carry into my next life." That's when I learned the truth. It was the brother-in-law who died in the crash. My husband, the man I had mourned all those years, had taken on his brother's identity to stay by Emily's side, the unattainable woman he had always secretly loved. So then what about me? The woman clinging to old memories, living in torture for three years. What was I to him?

My family was attacked by rogue wolves when we entered their territory. My wolf was gravely injured, and in the end, I was the one who saved everyone.
As I collapsed, exhausted, no one came to me—they all ran to my adopted sister, Fiona, fussing over a few shallow scratches.
By the time pack members carried me to the infirmary, the healer delivered the cruel news: my wolf had been struck by a silver dagger, and the one-month-old pup in my womb wouldn’t survive.
Yet my mate, Luke, had given the only life-saving treatment to Fiona. With no other choice, I refused the healer’s remedies and numbed my wolf’s pain with crude herbs—knowing it would only buy us three days before death.
In those last days, I let everything go. I gave Fiona all my possessions and insurance money while my parents smiled in approval. I signed the bond-severing agreement Luke slid across the table without a second thought. Luke was satisfied, believing I was considerate. Kane, my brother, nodded his head when I told him to give my room to Fiona.
Even my son, Jim, squealed with joy when I asked him to call her “mom.” No one questioned why I gave all my belongings to Fiona, and their approving gazes said it all: “Good. The old Emma is back. But as the clock ticked down, one thought haunted me:
When they find our bodies—my wolf and my unborn pup—will that satisfaction turn to regret?

My husband's first love, Daeleen Reed, is abducted and murdered by the Wood family, a mafia family. The final call she makes before her death is to my husband. "Samuel, Louise's green eyes are beautiful. If there is an afterlife, I hope I can have a pair of eyes like that so I can always gaze at you with them." My husband, Samuel Sterling, is the Capo of the Sterling family, a mafia family based on the West Coast. Instead of getting revenge on the Wood family, he comes home and forces me onto an operating table. "Daeleen says she loved your eyes. That was her dying wish, and I will make it come true." I clutch my stomach and grovel at his feet. I beg him to let me off the hook. I've yet to witness our child's birth—I can't lose my eyes! However, Samuel thinks I'm using my pregnancy as an excuse to not give up my eyes. "You can't be so selfish, Louise. You'll only be losing your eyes—you'll be fine." Daeleen is the only one who holds his heart. I am left with nothing but a world of darkness. Later, I drag my broken body into the sea. I forge ahead until I'm submerged. That's when Samuel goes insane.

Furqon kembali terjaga dengan keringat yang sebesar biji jagung bercucuran membasahi tubuhnya. Ingatan bagaimana ibunya meregang nyawa ditangan seorang pria yang dengan membabi buta menghujam pisau ketubuh ibunya beberapa tahun lalu menjadi mimpi buruk yang selalu menghantui Furqon. Seorang pria tua, yang dengan jelas diingatan Furqon menghujam pisau dapur ke tubuh ibunya, dan pria yang sama yang menyerang ayahnya. Hingga ayahnya ditemukan tewas didalam kamar. Kakeknya juga ditemukan tewas didalam kamar. Furqon sempat melihat seorang pria yang berdiri dalam sang kakek, namun Furqon tidak bisa melihat dengan jelas karena pria itu membelakanginya. ‘Apakah dia adalah pria yang sama? Kenapa dia membunuh semua keluargaku?’ batin Furqon sebelum akhirnya ia pingsan tepat setelah seseorang memukulnya dari belakang.

Gadis itu bernama Lee Hera, yang harus menikah paksa--atau kontrak?-- bersama pria kaya yang bernama Kim Dante, dikarenakan keluarganya yang terlilit hutang, dan tidak bisa membayar di waktu yang telah disepakati. Awal-awal pernikahan, tidak ada yang mencurigakan dengan Kim Dante, lebih tepatnya pekerjaan yang ia lakoni sekarang. Namun, sepandai-pandainya tupai melompat, pasti akan jatuh juga. Sepandai-pandainya Dante menyembunyikan pekerjaannya, pasti akan terungkap juga. Parahnya lagi, Hera yang notabenenya adalah istrinya itu, malah di libatkan dalam pekerjaan Dante, dan pria itu sama sekali tidak keberatan. Iblis sekali, sifat mu itu Dante! Penasaran apa pekerjaan Dante? Akan ada misteri lainnya yang akan terungkap, ayo berlangganan dengan ceritanya sekarang juga, dan jangan lupa klik bintang lima, dan subscribe. Thank you *** Note: cerita ini berlatar belakang di Korea Selatan, semua karakter di dalam cerita ini murni pikiran dari author sendiri, tidak ada sangkut-pautnya dengan karakter asli pemilik namanya.

"Kau masih terlalu lemah untuk melawan ku!" Kata kata itu membuat Ashura benar benar frustasi namun, apa yang dikatakan Pria itu adalah kebenaran. Sebelum memulai jalan balas dendam ini, pastinya Ashura terlebih dahulu membangun kekuatan, tetapi ketika ia mulai memilih jalan balas dendam? ia juga harus siap kehilangan orang yang disayanginya. ketika balas dendam membutakan seluruh mata dan kebenaran yang ada, namun pilihan tak dapat lagi ia rubah. Apakah Ashura mampu menangani nya dan membalas semua dendam nya? dan siapakah pria itu hingga membuat Ashura benar benar frustasi hanya karena kata katanya?

To make up for past regrets with his first love, my husband, Pierce Ronan, lied that he could see everyone’s lifespan. He told me I had sixty years left, but his first love, Jessica Stone, had only seven days to live. So, for those seven days, he said he had to fulfill the promises of their youth. He brought her home, cared for her, and when they went back to their old college campus to relive their love, I didn’t protest. When he confessed his love to her and planned the wedding of the century, asking me to be the bridesmaid, I didn’t raise my voice. It wasn’t until he wanted to break the final taboo — in our marital bedroom — that he looked at me with guilt in his eyes and begged me to move out. The housemaids watched, snickering behind their hands, but I only smiled and nodded in agreement. I packed my bags, carried our child, and moved into the guest room next door. Seeing how obedient I remained, Pierce was touched. “I promise, this will be the last time I wrong you. Once Jessica passes, I’ll make it up to you.” What he didn’t know was that I had already seen through his lies. What he also didn’t know was that the one truly dying of cancer, the one with only seven days left to live, was me. Three days remained. Then, I would be gone.

After my mother shot down my pleas to cover my medical bills the 100th time, I clutched my bone cancer diagnosis papers and trudged to the crematorium. "Hi, I'd like to reserve a cremation slot ahead of time," I muttered to the clerk. Half an hour ticked by before my parents and adopted brother arrived in their car. My dad, a forensic pathologist, cracked me across the face. "You're pulling a fake-death stunt now, just to steal the spotlight from your brother?" My mom, a hospital director, snatched the papers from my hands and shredded them into confetti. "Faking records using my credentials and tying up hospital resources? You've crossed the line!" My brother cried, tugging at their sleeves. "It's all my fault. I'll skip the amusement park forever. I don't need a thing. Just quit riling up Mom and Dad." I spun around, my hand pressed against my throbbing chest, and begged the crematorium staff. "Please, when it's time, cremate me and scatter the ashes in the river. I've got no family left in this world."

When Joseph Belfort was at his lowest, he caught me lying in bed with another man. Later, he made it big and married me in a wedding of the century. Everyone said he loved me more than life itself, but I knew he only did it out of revenge. Every day, he brings different women home. He sleeps with them to my face, even telling me to serve them. I do as told as long as he pays me. He's thoroughly disappointed in me and asks for a divorce. Then, he gives everything I once wished for to Yarra Quinton. He doesn't know everything I did in the past was just a lie, though. I'm about to die.