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My mother-in-law’s final wish was simple—she wanted one last trip to Hawaii, to bask in the warmth of the sun before her time ran out. But her son, Vincent, didn’t see it that way. He thought I was manipulating her, using her as an excuse to drag him on a vacation he didn’t want. So, out of spite, he refused to grant her dying wish. I begged him. Pleaded. Swallowed my pride and all the hurt his accusations brought. After relentless persuasion, he finally relented. I thought, at last, I could give Lucy the happiness she deserved. But on the day we were set to leave, Vincent was nowhere to be found. And that same day, Lucy suffered a heart attack. She passed away with only me by her side—never getting to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin one last time. And then I saw it. A picture. Vincent, tagged at a luxury resort with his ex. The caption from her read: Thank you for abandoning your job to take me on this trip. You’re the best. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I didn’t even confront him. I just packed my bags and left. And this time? Vincent found out about the truth and begged me to stay.

"Aku masih menjaga kamu dalam pikiranku AUSTRALIA." Haidar bangun dari tempat tidur. Mengusap wajah dan memandangi dinding kamarnya. Di sana ada brosur pendaftaran magister salah satu universitas di Australia. Sekolah yang menjadi impiannya saat ini. Namun semua itu tidaklah mudah untuk di wujudkan, bertahun-tahun ia dan ibunya berpindah-pindah rumah demi menutupi jati diri mereka. Tinggal di rumah yang reot serta makan dari hasil belas kasihan orang. Semua pekerjaan dilakukan ibunya agar dia bisa sekolah seperti anak-anak Aceh pada umumnya. "Kau anak seorang pejuang. Kakekmu juga seorang pejuang. Jangan ada air mata untuk setiap masalah yang kau hadapi." Kalimat itu yang diulang-ulang ibunya setiap kali Haidar menangis karena ejekan teman sekolah. Terpaan ibunya tiap hari membuat keteguhan hati Haidar menjadi sekuat batu. Sama seperti namanya, Ibnu Haidar. Nama ini dalam bahasa Arab artinya, si Anak Batu.

“Apa yang bisa kamu lakukan untuk saya, Nes?” Suara berat dengan bahasa formal yang kaku itu menyentak kesadaran Nesa. Sudah pasti lelaki itu persis dengan apa yang digambarkan kepalanya. Dari namanya saja seolah sudah terbaca; Barata—Tua, tambun, jelek dan genit. Jemari Nesa meremas ujung baju kurungnya yang menjuntai hingga atas lutut dengan kuat. Dia dikirim ke rumah besar ini sebagai tebusan utang menggunung bapaknya pada sang tuan tanah. Dia harus kabur dari sini. Dia sudah berbalik dan hendak mengeluarkan jurus seribu langkah, tetapi suara bariton lelaki itu berhasil menghentikannya. “Jika kamu nekat keluar dari rumah ini, maka pintu rumah ini akan selamanya tertutup untuk kamu. Dan kamu tahu apa artinya?” Nesa menelan salivanya susah payah. Apakah ini akhir kegadisannya? Terperangkap ke dalam cangkang si tuan tanah tua?

Sebuah kisah tentang seorang lelaki yang ingin menyelamatkan rumah tangganya dari kehancuran. Imej jelek yang melekat di dirinya membuatnya tidak dianggap.Sumando, kata yang berasal dari bahasa Minang ini memiliki arti sebagai menantu laki-laki, tapi ada tambahan Lapiak Buruak, yang artinya tikar yang sudah jelek sekali. Makna dari Sumando Lapiak Buruak adalah suami yang lebih suka menghabiskan waktu di rumah, berleha-leha dengan anak bini. Lelaki yang malas bekerja mencari nafkah demi menghidupi keluarganya.Tersebutlah Syamil Wafiq, nama lelaki itu. Keberadaannya di rumah sang istri tidak begitu dianggap. Dia cenderung tertutup, dan tidak bisa bergaul dengan orang-orang.Hal itu membuat Shanum Diya-istrinya-merasa bak makan buah simalakama. Suaminya menjadi bahan gunjingan dan lama kelamaan, rumah tangganya berada di ujung tanduk. Bagaimanakah kisah ini bergulir? Akankah Syamil bisa menyelamatkan keluarganya?Sumber gambar:Designed by Freepik

—¿Quieren decir... que no les importa compartirme? ¿Los tres?—No, Simone, cariño. Si eso significa que podemos estar contigo, a los tres nos parece bien —dijo Nick.Apenas puedo creer lo que oigo. ¿Cómo he tenido tanta suerte? ¿Una estrella del baloncesto, un actor famoso y un gurú de la tecnología?Simone, ¡estás viviendo la mejor vida!Simone es nueva en el bufete Owens y tiene que demostrar su valía vendiendo casas en Sunset Strip, Hollywood. Pero cuando la chica desagradable de la oficina, Crystal, empieza a rumorear que Simone se acuesta con todos sus clientes, bueno, tiene razón... ¡en cierto modo!Michael, Nick y Christian quieren comprarle casas a Simone, pero también quieren más. La quieren a ella, y ya que todos son felices compartiéndola, ¿por qué debería elegir a uno?Pero su trabajo es importante para ella. ¿Será capaz de salvar su reputación y conservar a todos sus hombres?"Los billonarios del atardecer" es una obra de Scarlett Rossi, autora de eGlobal Creative Publishing.

During the holiday break, my wife, Jayda Glover—the hospital's star surgeon and Chief of Cardiac Surgery—suddenly "had to work overtime." Our third-anniversary hot springs trip? Canceled. That night, I was scrolling social media when a post from her intern, Dillon Tripp, popped up. My ice-queen wife always said her "golden hands" were only for patients. Apparently, they cook now too. She was in a cartoon apron, calmly chopping vegetables. The caption read: [Thank you, Dr. Glover, for personally cooking to comfort me after I was bullied by a patient's family!] I tapped like and left a comment. [White coat to apron. Very domestic.] Ten minutes later, the whole hospital knew Cardiac Surgery's untouchable beauty had broken her rule—just to cook for a younger guy. Jayda called. Dishes clattered in the background. "You really had to embarrass me in public? He got hot water thrown on him by a patient's family today. I was just doing my duty as his mentor! "A pampered professor's kid like you wouldn't know the first thing about how hard broke med students have it. "Apologize to Dillon right now. Otherwise, no matter how much you beg later, I'm not going on that trip with you!" Beg her? I looked at the divorce papers that had just arrived on the coffee table and let out a quiet laugh. I wasn't begging anymore. From this moment on, we were strangers.

Morgan is just trying to survive her cousin’s destination wedding in Bermuda. She didn’t come prepared for emotional damage, and she certainly didn't expect the biggest drama of the weekend to involve a head injury, a blocked tunnel, and a very confusing run-in with three dudes dressed like they raided a Pirates of the Caribbean casting call. Turns out they’re not LARPing. They aren't actors. It's not a fun sunset cruise. No. They’re privateers. Like, real ones. From the actual year 1725. And Morgan? She’s stuck. She may have a pretty good handle on how to survive in the wilderness, thanks to her ex-Green Beret dad. But eighteenth-century ships, sexist crewmates, and suspicious captains aren’t exactly her area of expertise. Especially not Flynn, the broody, grumpy, maddeningly handsome Captain who might rather toss her overboard than deal with whatever disaster she’s brought onto his ship. But as danger closes in, from rival ships to secrets Morgan didn’t mean to bring with her, she’ll have to find her place in this brutal new world. That is… if she doesn’t drive Flynn to keelhauling her first. Or fall for him. Maybe both. Adventure, slow-burn tension, and fish-out-of-water chaos collide in this swoony, high-stakes romantic tale across time. For fans of enemies-to-lovers, pirate drama, and heroines who don’t know when to shut the fuck up.

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 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."

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."