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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.

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?”

Arya Dirgantara seorang pria miskin yang menjadi Menantu Sampah di keluarga bangsawan Atmadja. Arya adalah sasaran empuk caci maki, perlakuan kasar, dan hinaan setiap hari, terutama dari istrinya, Kinanti Atmadja. ​Titik balik terjadi ketika Kinanti menceraikannya demi pria kaya raya, menghancurkan sisa-sisa hati Arya. Perpisahan ini melepaskan rantai yang mengikatnya. ​Arya, dengan kepribadiannya yang baru dingin, licik, pintar, anti-naif, dan mahir dalam pertarungan, mulai menapaki jalan baru. Ia menggunakan kecerdasan dan kekuatan terpendamnya mulai membangun kerajaan bisnis, dan secara perlahan mengungkap identitas rahasianya yang ternyata terhubung dengan dunia gelap, menjadikannya seorang mafia bisnis yang ditakuti. ​Perjalanan yang penuh liku, pengkhianatan, romansa yang rumit. Saat Arya mencapai puncak kekuasaan. Kinanti menyadari kesalahannya dan berusaha mengejarnya kembali, tetapi Nasi sudah menjadi Bubur.

Aisy dan Aldi adalah dua sejoli yang menjalin persahabatan dengan erat. Mereka berdua saling memahami dan juga saling menyayangi mulai dari kelas 1 hingga duduk di bangku kelas 6 SD. Lulusan sekolah tidak lama lagi, mereka berencana melanjutkan sekolah dalam satu sekolah SMP yang sama. Namun takdir telah berkehendak lain atas keduanya. Aldi diminta orang tuanya agar masuk ke pondok pesantren di Kalimantan, sementara Aisy dikirim ke kota untuk tinggal bersama neneknya dan melanjutkan sekolah di sana. Atas perpisahan itu, mereka masih bisa saling berkomunikasi walau hanya saling berkirim surat. Namun hal tersebut tak berlangsung lama, sedikit demi sedikit Aldi mulai berubah dan tak membalas surat-surat dari Aisy, hal inilah yang membuat Aisy penasaran, berprasangka buruk dan menimbulkan kebencian atas Aldi yang tak pernah lagi meresponnya.

Eguh memiliki seorang sahabat karib dari TK bernama Cindy. Kebersamaan mereka bagaikan Tom and Jerry, walaupun begitu jalinan persahabatan mereka berdua tak pernah terpisahkan, saling membutuhkan satu sama lain. Hingga waktu berlalu, dan dari kebersamaan mereka berdua, akhirnya di hati masing-masing insan ini, baik Eguh dan Cindy ternyata memiliki perasaan yang sama, mereka sama-sama saling jatuh cinta. Namun perasaan keduanya hanya bisa terpendam di hati, hingga takdir memisahkan dua sahabat yang saling jatuh cinta ini. Perpisahan yang menyisakan luka di hati namun tak berdarah, akankah melatih kedewasaan mereka untuk bisa jujur tentang perasaan masing-masing di saat waktu yang tepat akan mempertemukan mereka kembali. Bagaimana kisah cinta diantara dua sahabat ini? Apakah kisah cinta dua sahabat ini akan berakhir indah? Tunggu ceritanya di “Luka Tak Berdarah” ….

Refandy Mahardika, seorang anak sang miliarder ternama di kota Jakarta dan pewaris kekayaan Mahardika. Mencintai gadis kampung berpenampilan sederhana, dan tipe wanita idaman nya. Wanita itu bernama Kimmy Anggraeni, seorang janda dan tidak berpendidikan. Walaupun Kimmy tidak berpendidikan, tapi Refandy mencintai Kimmy apa adanya... Refandy akan melakukan segala cara agar Gadis yang dia suka menjadi miliknya, namun ... Refandy melupakan sesuatu, jika sang Ibu selalu memandang kasta dan kekayaan seseorang untuk menjadi bagian keluarga Mahardika. Hingga Refandy dan Kimmy, sulit mendapatkan restu dari Nyonya Mahardika dan berujung perpisahan untuk sementara. Lantas ... akankah cinta pada pandangan pertama mereka bersatu dan mendapatkan restu dari Nyonya Mahardika? ~~~S2~~~ Kisah cinta Kenan dan Ayu, yang berawal Ayu membenci Kenan dan berakhir menikah karna di paksa keadaan. Akan kah kisah cinta mereka mulus?

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."

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."

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.