Burn Like Mark On Skin

Dihina, dicaci maki bahkan direndahkan oleh keluarga istri terutama oleh kakak kandung bapaknya Rahayu tidak membuat Rizky marah maupun malu. Justru dia malah senang karena ada yang berani menyindirnya langsung di depan sebab keluarga besar Rizkiansyah Wiranata seorang pengusaha besar tidak pernah mendapatkan kasih sayang dari kedua orang tuanya yang tegas dan dingin. Rizky pun hijrah membuktikan dirinya kalau tanpa harta dia bisa membangun masa depannya dengan caranya sendiri walaupun dia adalah pewaris tunggal perusahaan Wiranata Group yang terkenal dengan cabangnya di mana-mana. Namun, saat tahu jika ada yang ingin mencoba melukai kedua orang tuanya dia pun kembali untuk mencari siapa dalang yang akan melukai keluarganya. Mampukah Rizky mencari siapa dalang semuanya ini, dan bagaimana Rizky melewati cobaan demi cobaan dari keluarga sang istri?

"Call me Alpha, little wolf" Damien snarled looking at the girl who just walked into his office. "One thing that you need to understand, me being your wife does not and will NEVER mean that you're my Alpha" Natalia snapped. *************** Being born a rogue, Natalia has always wished to be part of a pack, somewhere to belong and call home. But when both Damien and Natalia’s worlds collide, in what humans call marriage; both the mafia and wolf worlds are shaken.

Nora Ainsley didn’t sign up to play hero. As a rogue-born tracker for hire, she works solo, stays broke, and minds her business. But when a missing pendant leads her into the heart of a conspiracy tied to the murder of the Silver Ash Pack’s Luna, she gets dragged into something way bigger than she ever wanted. Now she’s a suspect, a target, and holding a magical artifact every side wants to kill for. Worse, the only person offering help is Roman Vale—a masked stranger who’s got his own twisted ties to the very pack that wants Nora dead. She didn’t ask for this war, but if she doesn’t fight back, she won’t survive it.

“Ako ang nauna sa kanya sa buhay mo… Ako ang unang nagmahal sa ‘yo, Denmark. Hindi siya! Kaya akin ka na, noon pa man!” — Frances Alva Nang magdalagita si Frances Alva, alam na niya ang papel ni Denmark Mondragon sa buhay niya. Ang lalaking pakakasalan niya balang araw, ang magiging ama ng mga anak niya, ang lalaking nakalaan para sa kanya. Ngunit sa mata ni Denmark, isa lamang siyang kapatid ng kaibigan. Walang higit pa roon. Walang pagtingin. Walang puwang sa puso nito ang gaya niya. Subalit hindi niya akalain na ang tadhana mismo ang magbibigkis sa kanilang dalawa. Isang iglap, isang pagkakamaling hindi sinasadya, naabutan sila ng kapatid sa iisang kama, at nauwi sa isang kasalang mali na sa simula pa lang… dahil may ibang mahal ang binata. Ngayon, nakatali na sila sa biglaang kasal. Kasalang walang pagmamahal at puno ng sakit dahil sa paraan ng pakikitungo nito. Magkakapuwang pa kaya siya sa puso ng binata? May pag-asa pa kaya siyang mahalin ni Denmark? O mauuwi lang ito sa pusong sugatan?

Clara yang baru saja batal menikah dengan kekasihnya, diharuskan untuk segera menikah sebelum adik tirinya menikah. Karena merasa terus ditekan, Clara pun akhirnya menyetujui perjodohan dengan pria desa yang dikenalkan oleh kakeknya. Pria ini memiliki sosok yang sangat tampan dan berwibawa. Namun, Clara masih agak ragu-ragu karena pekerjaan dari calon suaminya itu adalah petani. Karena profesi dari calon suaminya yang tidak berkelas membuat Keluarga Clara menghinanya. Namun, tetap mendesak Clara untuk segera menerima perjodohan tersebut. Dan di hari pernikahannya itu, Clara dan keluarganya terkejut ketika mendapati mahar yang diberikan oleh suaminya adalah 10 kilogram emas.

Five years of loyalty. Five years of managing his crises, protecting his name, asking for nothing. On their anniversary, Dominic walked a red carpet with another woman and a son Mara never knew existed. By morning, there was a settlement document beside her plate. They assumed she would sign quietly. They had never been paying attention. She was never the placeholder. She was the asset.

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.

My mate bond with Alpha Ronan of the Blackthorne Pack had failed thirty-two times. I thought the Moon Goddess did not bless us. I thought if I endured a little longer, loved him a little harder, the next time would finally work. Until the thirty-third rite. Then the fire swallowed me whole. When I woke in the healers’ hall, my body was broken, my Moonborn Core was damaged. Only then did I hear Ronan speaking to his Beta outside the door. “If you love Selene that much, then sever the claim with Elara. The Blackthorne Pack can silence any rumor. Why keep staging accidents?” “She almost died,” his Beta said. “Ten years ago, the Alpha of Nightvale and his mate died saving me. This bond is how I repay that debt.” “I never wanted Nightvale’s bloodline chained to mine.” “The woman I love is Selene.” That was when I finally understood. The Moon Goddess had never rejected us. Ronan had. He saw my parents’ sacrifice as a chain around his neck. He saw Nightvale’s Moonborn bloodline as a cage built to trap him. And he would never know— the fire he arranged had already taken the child I carried. The true black-core heir Blackthorne had waited generations for. If Ronan hated this bond so much, I would give him what he wanted. I would sever the claim myself.

I was a princess of the sea. And the moment I saw the werewolf Alpha, Dominic, I fell. Hard. I wanted to be his mate. To be part of his world. So I sacrificed everything I was to the Moon Goddess. But he locked me in the pack's isolation room for three days. To "think about what I'd done." All because I didn't rush to help his childhood friend, Harper. She took a dive at the pack banquet, and the room erupted in laughter. Harper cried and collapsed into Dominic’s arms. "Marina must be jealous of how good you are to me. She used her outsider magic to make me fall in front of everyone!" As he locked me away, Dominic's eyes were full of disappointment. "I've spoiled you, Marina. And now you're using my love as a weapon against my own people. Three days. When you're ready to submit, you will contact me through the mind link and apologize. Only then will I let you out." But he didn't know the truth. Burning sage soothes a werewolf's spirit. But for a mermaid, it’s poison. The smoke scorched my lungs. The poison flooded my veins. I suffocated in that sealed room. And no one ever knew.

Four years ago, Alpha Matteo Donovan was drugged. On that crazy night, I became his cure. From that moment on, I was his most trusted Beta by day and his lover by night, tangled up in his sheets until dawn. Just when I started drowning in the heat of his gaze, his first love, Sabrina Monroe, came back. To please her, Matteo threw me to the pack’s borderlands, where it was rogue-infested. He even tore up Mom's keepsakes right in front of me. When I finally gave up and applied to leave the pack, Matteo suddenly began to look for me like he had gone mad.