Cat On The Cover

For our fifth anniversary, my boyfriend, Caelen Blackwell, flew me—and his mother—to Miami. I thought he was going to propose. Instead, he checked me into the cheapest room of a luxury villa and disappeared. Two days later, I found out he was staying in the private suite with another woman—his mistress, Samatha, the same woman he had just proposed to. When I confronted him, all he said was, “I’d never marry a crippled woman. Look at you, you’ll never be rich, powerful, or beautiful like her.” So I just made one phone call to my father—the most feared mafia boss in Spain—and told him to cut off everything Caelen had been using to build his empire. It’s not like I didn’t know how men like him worked—use a woman up, then toss her aside. I just never thought he would be stupid enough to believe I was the kind of people who could be disrespected or discarded like this.

Sekar, seorang menantu muda yang awalnya tertekan tinggal serumah dengan mertuanya. Sekar tidak pernah membayangkan hidup serumah dengan mertua bisa sekompleks ini. Hari-harinya penuh tekanan, komentar sinis, dan batasan yang membuatnya merasa seperti tamu di rumah suaminya sendiri.menemukan pelarian unik di loteng rumah tua itu: sebuah radio tua yang ternyata masih bisa memancarkan siaran. Dengan suara tersembunyi dan identitas anonim, Sekar mulai menyuarakan curahan hatinya lewat siaran rahasia bertajuk "Menantu On Air". Tanpa disangka, siaran tersebut justru menjadi fenomena di kalangan ibu-ibu dan menantu se-Indonesia. Curhatan-curhatan jujur tentang hidup bersama mertua, konflik kecil yang berujung besar, hingga kisah cinta diam-diam dalam keluarga, menjadi cermin bagi banyak pendengar. Namun, sebuah telepon misterius mengungkap bahwa ada rahasia besar yang disembunyikan di balik rumah mertuanya — sesuatu yang mengubah cara Sekar memandang keluarga dan dirinya sendiri. Siaran yang awalnya jadi tempat pelarian, berubah menjadi kunci pengungkapan masa lalu. Apakah Sekar siap menerima kenyataan yang selama ini tersembunyi rapat di balik tembok rumah itu? Sekar berfikir “ada sesuatu yang disembunyikan di rumah itu,” Sekar terjebak dalam dilema antara menjaga keharmonisan keluarga atau mengungkap kebenaran ...

He was never meant to be mine. It began with my mother's marriage to the Alpha. Overnight I acquired a bag, a new house, and a stepbrother I couldn't resist. cold eyes. Commanding physical presence. Dangerous in ways I had still to grasp. I reassured myself it was innocent. One crush. Intuitiveness. I then went into my first class and encountered my instructor. The same man. My alpha stepbrother. Guidelines became indistinct. Bounds broke open. After hours, I was in his office; my heart was pounding beneath the tables; seduction was buzzing in the air. Originally a wild wager—something exciting and foolish—turned into stolen moments and charged silences that communicated more than words ever could. I missed the game ending. I never realised when desire evolved into need. Or the man I adored was when the Alpha I was not permitted to desire. Bound to the one man who could destroy me—or claim me—I am now stuck between pack rules and my own heart. Falling for my alpha stepbrother was never intended. I also have no idea what could ever move me away.

Tate and Liam have known each other since they were five years old. They have been best friends through everything, school and now into their senior year at school. They have no secrets from each other. Well except this one. I'm Tate and I have a secret. I'm helplessly in love with Liam but I don't want to ruin our friendship and I think he only sees me as his bestie. Maybe it is just a crush and it will wear off. Then one day I kiss him......

I'm Isa Borgia, the daughter of the most powerful Don in Corvina. My father worries I'll marry the wrong man on a whim, so he arranges for me to be engaged to Luca, the rising heir of the Marino family. It's an arranged marriage, but that doesn't mean I've lost all my say. The very least I can do is choose a ring I genuinely like. So, I go to the mafia auction. When the diamond ring appears as the final jewel of the night, I lift my paddle. Just before the gavel falls, an arrogant voice comes from behind me. "A country bumpkin like you thinks you can compete with me? Do yourself a favor and leave." The auction hall goes quiet for a few seconds. The only sound comes from the camera shutters clicking around the hall. I turn and see a woman in a gold couture gown. Her mouth curves in a casual smile, as if she owns the place. Before I can say a word, the auctioneer rushes to close the bid.
"Sold! Congratulations to Ms. Sofia Lopez for winning the final lot, the Eternal Star!" My brows pull tight, and a hot spike of anger rises in my chest. "You ended the bidding early! Do you even follow the rules here?" Sofia turns around and gives me a once-over, her gaze sharp as a blade. 
"Rules?" She lets out a cold laugh. "Come on. I'm Luca Marino's favorite godsister. Around here, I make the rules!" I can't help but laugh. What a coincidence. So, she's my fiance's godsister. I pull out my phone and call him. "Luca, your godsister just snatched the engagement ring I picked out. How are you going to handle this?"

The wife of the richest man, Andre Walker, in town needs blood desperately after suffering from complications in childbirth. Upon realizing that she has a rare blood type, which I share, I don't hesitate to lend her a helping hand. In order to thank me properly, Andrew decides to gift me a villa located in the heart of the city as well as 30 million dollars in cash. My roommate, Vera Hawthorn, who always rides the high horse of morality, is pissed off when she finds out about the rewards. "Your blood is a part of your body! What's the difference between you selling your blood and selling your body? I can't imagine just how filthy and disgusting you are right now! "That man already has a wife, and yet you still throw yourself at him! You're no different from a homewrecker!" In my previous life, I was filled with shame after hearing Vera's brainwashing reasoning. Not only did I turn down Andre's rewards, but I also cut off all ties with all men in my life. Since then, I never attended any classes conducted by male lecturers, which resulted in me flunking many subjects even though I was about to graduate. So, the head of my department decided to delay my graduation. Left without a choice, I begged Vera to help tutor me in my studies, only for her to post my desperate visage on the Internet. "What an idiot! Independent women must solve every hardship they come across in this era! Don't you feel ashamed for asking me for help? "I can't believe you failed this many subjects! If I were you, I'd just kill myself!" The video went viral on the Internet. My desperate expression was made into a meme, which circulated around the Internet like crazy. Meanwhile, Vera became a famous influencer because of this incident. That night, I suffered from a mental breakdown and took my own life by overdosing on pills. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day I'm about to donate my blood.

I am the daughter of the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, my parents are very rich, but I have nothing. When black magic was eating away at me with a month to live, I asked to borrow ten dollars and they said I was "not worthy." I dragged my sickly body to buy the cheapest herbal medicine, but I saw them spending billions of dollars to celebrate my foster sister Vivian's 18th birthday. Tears streamed down my face, I just wanted to spend ten dollars on a piece of fabric and make my own ceremonial robe, even though I wouldn't live to be eighteen.

It's my first time visiting my girlfriend, Jennifer Hayes' family for the holidays. At the dining table, her childhood friend, Duncan Foley, suddenly slams his cutlery down. "How could you bring a prostitute client home for dinner, Jenny?" The atmosphere becomes awkward immediately. Everyone initially thinks that Duncan is running his mouth because he's had too much to drink, but he continues to ramble in a matter-of-fact tone. "My buddy is a part of the anti-prostitution task force! As if I can get the person he's personally arrested wrong!" As he speaks, he tosses a copy of the public security administrative penalty notice onto the table. My name is displayed on it. The sight leaves me stunned. It's true that the anti-prostitution task force arrested dozens of offenders in the city last month. But I'm the one who gave the signature of approval as the newly promoted chief commissioner…

"Interested in having a date with me? Hurry up and get over here!" Elliot Coleman sends me a photo of a venue that's decorated romantically. It's followed by that sentence and an address. He and his friends laugh hysterically when I arrive in a carefully selected dress. "I told you, right? She'd come running with just a single sentence! Trust me, she'll do whatever I want her to do!" Elliot ignores my embarrassment and publicly confesses his feelings for Isabelle Stevens. He even falsely accuses me of refusing to leave him alone and tries to chase me off. Then, he turns pale when my newlywed husband arrives and shields me.

"Mr. Clarke, can you help me get rid of the tattoo on my butt?" The young man asks me for help with red-rimmed eyes. A lot of people have specifically requested me to tattoo something on their body. Honestly, this is the first time I've received a request to remove a tattoo from one's butt. He grits his teeth, as though he has finally made up his mind. "I just found out that my girlfriend has a husband! I want to break up with her, so I must get rid of the tattoo!" I nod in response. "Strip down and let me see the area and the mass covered." The man hesitates for a moment before turning his back on me and slowly taking off his pants. As soon as his right buttcheek is revealed, I feel my breath getting hitched in my throat. My wife, Annie Sylvester's face is actually tattooed on that area.