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Nesya memutuskan kembali ke Indonesia untuk satu tujuan, yaitu membalas dendam atas kematian orang tuanya. Tapi siapa sangka kepulangannya malah membuatnya merasa terbuang begitu saja, tidak ada yang mengharapkan kehadirannya. Kala itu, hujan di siang menjelang sore hari ia bertemu dengan Bara. Lelaki dingin yang kesepian. Kesialan Nesya tidak membuat Bara melemah, hanya lelaki itu yang menginginkannya. Bara Ardiromo, dalam diamnya menyimpan perasaan pada Nesya. Rumah tempatnya kembali, tapi pada kenyataannya Bara lah yang membuat kehidupan Nesya menjadi hancur dan berantakan. Apakah kebohongan Bara terkait dengan kematian orang tua Nesya akan terjadi akan terbongkar dan cinta mereka masih tetap ada? Atau masalah akan semakin pelik?

As I head to see my boyfriend, Howard Schultz, who is working late, I get into a car accident. I call him dozens of times for help, but he doesn't answer a single one. Staring at his brightly lit office building not far away, I sink into despair. When I wake up in the hospital, I see a post from his subordinate. It's a picture showing the reflection of the two of them in the glass door, standing far closer than they should, with the caption, "What do I do when my boss is scolding me late at night?" Unwilling to believe it, I call him again. This time, he finally answers. My voice trembles. "Howard, I got into a car accident…" "Celine, I'm still working. I'll send my assistant to take care of it, okay? Be good. I'll see you after I come back from my business trip." I try to say more, but his angry shout suddenly cuts through the line. "Crystal Jennings! You're only allowed to bring one suitcase for this trip. Why do you have three? Do you think we're going on vacation?" Crystal Jennings—the new intern Howard just hired. I stare at the disconnected call, tears drying on my cheeks. I then call my parents instead. "I agree to the engagement you arranged."

On the day of my 30th birthday, my CEO wife, Sabrina Langford, leaves hurriedly at 3:00 am. She claims that there's something urgent going on at the company and that she won't be home the whole day. Later on, Timothy Cross, the low-income university student that Sabrina has been sponsoring, updates his social media feed. In the photo, I see Sabrina standing at the side of the road in a bikini. Two big apples are balanced on her 36D bust. The caption of the photo is, "The beautiful and hot CEO has personally come over to my house to help me sell the homegrown apples. You'll regret it if you don't buy these apples from me!" My brows are drawn into a frown immediately. When I call Sabrina, the call goes through rather quickly. "I told you I'm very busy at the company right now. If you disturb me again, I'm not going to forgive you this easily!" After that, Sabrina ends the call. But right before the call gets cut off, I can hear a car honking in her background. I'm not mad at her at all. She likes helping others to sell fruits, right? I might as well lend her a helping hand. So, I share the social media post to the company's group chat. The message I've drafted is, "Does anyone here want a batch of rotten apples? I'll even throw in a second-hand wife for free."

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

Amira dan Amar sedang merayakan ulang tahun pernikahan mereka di Bali. Amira ingin memberikan kejutan saat makan malam di restoran. Dia ingin memberitahu pada suaminya kalau dirinya positif hamil. Tapi saat menunggu makanan di sajikan. ponsel Amar berbunyi. Amar pun keluar dari restoran untuk menerima telepon. karena di dalam sinyalnya susah. Amira menunggu suaminya sampai malam. sampai restoran itu tutup. tapi Suaminya tidak kembali lagi. Hingga pagi dan hujan deras. Amira masih tetap menunggu suaminya. Amira merasa kehilangan. Dia terus mencari kabar tentang suaminya. Dan setelah lima tahun lamanya. Amira bertemu kembali dengan sosok yang sangat mirip dengan Amar. Tapi dia suami dari bosnya sendiri. akankah Amira menemukan suaminya kembali?

Siapa sangka Liam yang cuma pemuda kampung, tiba-tiba jadi rebutan banyak wanita cantik, karena pesonanya yang jantan dan panas mengairahkan sebagai seniman kayu. Malam itu hujan badai turun dengan dahsyat. Liam sedang berada di ruang kerja galeri, mabuk berat akibat patah hati. Dalam kondisi jiwa penuh gejolak. Tiba-tiba seorang wanita cantik datang membuka pintu ruang kerjanya. Tanpa sempat menghindar, Liam menyeret wanita cantik itu ke dalam pelukannya. Menyerang dengan berbagai ciuman panas penuh hasrat. Pagi saat Liam terbangun, ternyata wanita itu sudah tidak ada. Liam ditinggalkan seorang diri tanpa pakaian. Liam benar-benar tidak ingat siapa wanita cantik yang telah dia ajak bercinta di tengah badai.

Even though it's been three years since we held our weddings, Adrian Johnson refuses to get our marriage registered. I overhear him venting to his best friend after he gets drunk. "Colleen got kidnapped before. I keep thinking of her as a tainted woman. Plus, her family has already gone into bankruptcy. She has no idea that my company is about to get listed." I feel my blood turn into ice in my veins. His confession leaves my feet rooted to the spot. Then, Adrian pulls a woman into his arms before kissing her belly. That woman is Rosalind Muller, the young and beautiful bar singer. I'm still dazed when I receive a text on my phone. It's a photo of Rosalind's pregnancy bump. The caption writes, "You're just a tainted woman. How can you ever compare to me?" What Adrian doesn't know is that I never got kidnapped three years ago. At that time, I had carried out a top-secret rescue mission as a secret agent. Soon, I text my dad. "Dad, where's your island? Can you send a helicopter over to pick me up?" On the day I leave Adrian once and for all, it's time for my mysterious identity and the truth from three years ago to be revealed.

On her first day at work, a new colleague uploaded a 500-million-dollar property purchase agreement to the company group chat. The message was accompanied by the caption: “Thanks for the gift for my first day at work, Dad!” She quickly deleted it, following up with, “Sorry, wrong chat!” I frowned, recognizing the contract immediately. It was the same property my father gifted me for my birthday a month ago. Some sharp-eyed colleagues noticed the contract number and chimed in. “I have a relative in real estate. I remember this property. Our chairman bought it recently!” “So, the heiress has joined us to experience life. Forgive your humble servant for not recognizing you!” The chat was soon filled with flattering remarks. Even my stingy and miserly husband joined in. I felt a coldness in my heart and couldn’t help but respond in the group chat, “I recall the president always opposing ostentatious displays of wealth and advocating humility. This heiress seems to veer away from his usual philosophy.” Instead of support, I faced attacks from my husband and others. “Look at you being so poor and petty. How could you ever compare to Grace? Why did I ever marry someone so shortsighted?” “As if you know the president that well! I think you’re just jealous that Grace was born with a silver spoon!” I sneered coldly and, without hesitation, dialed the president’s number right in front of everyone. “Dad, I heard we’re not that close, hmm?”

On our wedding anniversary, my CEO husband, Michael Grant, invited me to watch the ocean with him. Tragically, a typhoon hit. I stood there in the raging wind and rain for over two hours, and he never showed up. In the end, all I got was a text that he was suddenly going on a business trip and couldn’t make it. Right after that, his intern, Nora Blake, posted a video on her social feed. It showed my usually pampered husband barefoot while helping fishermen haul crates of seafood. Her caption read: "Our hardworking CEO loves to get his hands dirty!" I laughed and commented: "Diligent and enduring—a true role model for us all." The company Slack channel instantly exploded. Everyone was betting on whether I’d finally blow up this time. Michael called me, his voice tight with fury, "Lauren West! What the heck did you mean by posting that comment? Are you trying to humiliate Nora in public? "It was a typhoon. I helped her family move some fish. What’s the big deal? You’re such a pampered little princess who has no idea how hard life really is. Delete that comment now. I’ll take you to the coast another day." Disgust churned in me. I replied, "Let a man who’s already rolled in the mud take me to the ocean? Forget it." Yes. Michael was now tainted, and I didn’t want him anymore.

"Aku masih membenci setiap jejak yang tertinggal dari masa laluku, dan sekarang kamu mau menjadi bagian dari kebencianku?" tanyanya kepadaku. Aku terdiam. Tidak satu patah kata bisa keluar. Atmosfer yang dia ciptakan mencekikku. "Kala pertemuan pertama kita tempo kemarin, hatiku berkata ada sesuatu yang beda. Kini, bagiku, satu suatu itu seakan porak poranda masa lalu," ucapnya lemah. Dia menggelengkan kepala. "Tapi, dikau tak berkata apapun kala itu, hanya anggukan yang memancing murka diri. Namun, dikau telah merahasiakan paduka. Sekali ini, aku perkenan semua kembali dalam bayangan," komentarnya, "terima kasih." "Terima kasih," balasku pula. Rasanya sesak. Hanya itu yang bisa terucap dari lidahku. Entah kenapa, hubungan kami yang baru dimulai, perkenalan singkat yang berbeda ini, sudah diambang kehancuran.