Novel & Cerita Chainsaw Won't Idle

When I finally mustered the courage to confess my feelings to him, he just turned and walked away. When I finally emerged from the shadows and began a new chapter in my life, he was gone. Was it depression? I couldn’t believe it. I had to find out the truth about how he died.

I've been married to Sylvia Fuller, a mafia donna, for ten years. I'm there with her in every life-and-death situation. My hands, which are meant for playing the piano, have developed calluses from using guns. They are also stained with blood from the enemies. But when Sylvia turns 28, she falls head over heels in love with Wilson Hink, the young man she's brought back from the slums. Sylvia has hidden him very well… right until the moment I bump into him accompanying her to a prenatal check-up. Mad with jealousy, I demand Sylvia for answers, but she just passes me a divorce agreement in a lackadaisical manner. "Wilson is a man of religion. He can't sire a child without getting married, so I have to give him a legitimate status. Sign this agreement, and I'll give you 40% of my shares." I refuse to give my position away, so Sylvia keeps forcing my hand. In the end, she even kidnaps my younger brother, who's paralyzed from waist down, and drags him to the spot beneath a hydraulic press. "Sebastian Chance, either you sign the agreement, or watch him get crushed. Your choice." I kneel on the ground and beg Sylvia to stop. But soon, I hear the hydraulic press being activated. It doesn't take long before I'm completely covered in my brother's flesh and blood. I end up collapsing onto the gore-splattered ground. When I open my eyes again, I realize I've gone back in time—back to the time when Wilson has accompanied Sylvia to the prenatal check-up. This time, I don't say anything. Instead, I contact a rehabilitation center located overseas before filing for a divorce and leaving Sylvia behind. But once I'm gone for real, Sylvia actually goes crazy.

On the day I successfully conceived through IVF, my CEO boyfriend—the sole heir to a nine-generation business empire—finally agreed to marry me. Yet, after a flight of more than ten hours, I landed only to be greeted by a public announcement of his marriage to his secretary, with journalists watching from every angle. The secretary eagerly showed off the marriage certificate, fresh off the press. "Don't worry, everyone. From now on, I'll personally supervise Mr. Lane for the rest of our lives." When the journalists spotted me, they all focused on me, hoping I'd cause a scene. However, I merely smiled and congratulated the couple. "You and Mr. Lane are perfect for each other, Ms. Quinn. I wish you both a long and happy marriage." Everyone was shocked. No one had expected such generosity from me—Harold's girlfriend of nine years. As I turned to leave, Harold darted over to defend himself with a scowl. "Leila worked day and night with me on this international project. She refused every bonus and only asked to experience the fairy-tale romance of marrying a CEO. We already agreed to divorce once the project is over. I'll make it up to you with an even bigger, better wedding." Then, his voice softened. "For the sake of our baby, don't cause trouble, okay?" With a bright smile, I slapped his hand away. "Who told you the baby's yours?"

She was his mate. But what’s the point of fate… if the Alpha doesn’t choose you? Bella stayed. She waited. She loved him quietly, hoping one day Ethan would finally see her. He didn’t. Not when she needed him. Not when she was breaking. Not even when she was carrying his child. And when he finally realized what she meant to him… It was too late. Because by then, Bella was already gone and he had lost everything he never knew he had.

Three years of rejection was supposed to be Amanda's greatest trial. It wasn't. When her fated mate publicly crowns another woman as his mate and future Luna, Amanda's world shatters under the weight of his betrayal. But before the pack's cruel rumors can ruin her, a shocking secret changes everything. Her second-chance mate arrives and saves her when she needs him the most. And he isn't just any wolf. He is Ambrose Halstead, the powerful and predatory Alpha King. Now bound to a king who refuses to let her go, Amanda is dragged into a world of lethal pack politics, treacherous alliances, and deadly schemes. Surviving her ex was hard. Surviving the obsession of the Alpha King might just be impossible.

Alicia lived a successful life. She was a respected doctor and a bestselling author. Despite her accomplishments, she had never been in a relationship. She was known for being feisty, brave, and sassy, many saw her as cold-hearted and difficult to please. After a painful heartbreak, she built high walls around her heart to protect herself from pain and betrayal. But everything changed during a one-month vacation she had planned just to relax. What she didn't expect was to meet someone-someone who would challenge everything she believed. An Alpha who boldly claimed her as his mate. What happens when the walls she built start to crumble? When mysteries begin to unfold, and long-buried secrets come to light? Will Alicia be able to face the chaos, adapt to this new world, and open her heart to the Alpha who's determined to claim it?

Sofia thought she knew love—until betrayal shattered everything. Sofia was first betrayed by her own father, Forced into a marriage she never asked for, she becomes the possession of a man both dangerous and magnetic: Alessandro. In a world of wealth, power, and deceit, Sofia must navigate a life where trust is a luxury and desire can be as deadly as it is irresistible. Haunted by the past, she is thrown into a twisted game of revenge and seduction, where the man who broke her heart stands across the table, and the one who owns her body may not own her heart. Every choice she makes pushes her deeper into a life she never wanted—but cannot escape. Dark, intense, and unrelenting, A Sin I Couldn’t Escape is a story of love, lust, and the dangerous line between submission and power, where the sins of the past refuse to stay buried.

After I fell while pregnant, my six-year-old son, Nico Bertelli, did not come to help me. When I woke up, the baby in my belly was gone. At my hospital bedside, Nico hid behind my husband, Roberto Bertelli, and mumbled, "Mommy, I thought you fainted on purpose to get my attention. You've pretended to pass out a few times before just to stop me from going out with Ms. Pelosi." Roberto chimed in coldly, "You're always pulling tricks to get attention. Nico doesn't even trust you anymore. You need to take a hard look at yourself and figure out why he prefers being around Martina Pelosi over you." I was completely heartbroken. The day after I was discharged, I went home, packed up everything that belonged to me, and left behind only two documents: a divorce agreement and a letter terminating my parental rights.

After I'm abducted, I call my mother, a policewoman, for help. However, she hangs up on me and stays by my adoptive sister's side. "Go to hell if you're so keen on it!" she snaps. I calmly watch as the abductors pluck my nails and torment me until none of my skin is left unharmed. In my past life, my mother actually came to my rescue. She left my adoptive sister by the roadside, and the latter ended up being violated and murdered. From then on, I became a criminal in my mother's eyes. She received an anonymous text on my adoptive sister's death anniversary. "I bet a good girl like you wouldn't want your mother to know you hired us to abduct you, right?" She thought I orchestrated the abduction because I wanted to vie for her attention. She thought that was the cause of my adoptive sister's death. "I've saved people all my life. I never would've expected my flesh and blood to be such a shameless monster! You should go to hell as atonement for killing Charlene!" She sewed my mouth shut, shattered every bone in my body, and threw my ashes into a junkyard. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back to the day my mother makes her choice.

To encourage overall development, the kindergarten had asked each student to create a hand-drawn poster. My daughter Holly refused my help and insisted on doing it all on her own. Little did I know, most of the other children had their parents do the artwork for them. In comparison, Holly's delicate strokes were quickly dismissed. Not only was her work discarded into the trash, but her teacher also called her out in the parent group, criticizing her for being careless with the assignment. As I racked my brain trying to figure out how to help Holly regain her confidence in drawing, I was surprised to see Holly's artwork among the winning entries in the state-level children's art competition. But the signature wasn't hers—it belonged to another student from her class.