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"Aku sumpahkan, hidupmu akan selamanya seperti itu, MENUMPANG!" umpat seorang pria bernama Candra pada mantan istrinya lewat pesan singkat. "Kita lihat, sumpahmu atau sumpahku yang akan terkabulkan!" imbuh Candra tanpa hentinya mencaci maki seseorang yang telah ia khianati. "Apa aku ada menyumpahimu?" "Dari awal kita menikah bahkan sampai detik ini, justru kamu yang kerap mencaci maki dan menyumpahiku," jawab Amel.

WARNING! BUKU INI PENUH ADEGAN DEWASA! BIJAKLAH DALAM MEMILIH BACAAN! TIDAK UNTUK BAHAN OLOKAN PORNOGRAPHY. Mengisahkan seorang laki-laki bernama Steven Alessio. Dia terjebak pada seorang wanita yang baru dikenalnya hingga mengakibatkan terjadinya pembunuhan pada istrinya. Saat Steven hendak membalas dendam, dirinya terjebak pada keluarga wanita tersebut hingga terbongkarnya semua kebobrokan keluarganya. Itu adalah awal merasakan; Sebuah Penyesalan. Sebuah Penyesalan apa itu?

Kayana pikir, menikahi pria yang ia kenal akan membawa kebahagiaan dalam pernikahan. Namun, bukannya membuatnya bahagia. Eiser justru membuat Kayana menderita. Tanpa ia ketahui, pria itu datang dengan sejuta dendam yang membara. Membuat Kayana menderita adalah tujuan awal pernikahannya. Seolah tak cukup membawa nasib buruk. Eiser juga menjadikannya tawanan, membelenggunya dengan dendam yang tak berkesudahan. Akankah Kayana menemukan kebahagiaannya? Bagaimana nasib pernikahan keduanya?

Harsa Paraduta, seorang wanita sederhana dan penuh kasih yang menikah dengan Rajendra—pria dari keluarga kaya raya. Sejak awal, Ibu mertuanya—Ny. Ratri tidak pernah merestui pernikahan mereka karena menganggap Harsa tidak pantas masuk ke dalam keluarga mereka. Pernikahan yang diharapkan menjadi kebahagiaan malah berubah menjadi neraka bagi Harsa. Mampukah Harsa bertahan, di saat Ibu mertuanya selalu berusaha memisahkan dirinya dengan Rejendra?

Aku hanya manusia biasa yang punya hawa nafsu. Walau awal pernikahan ketigaku dengan seorang ABG hanya untuk menjalani program bayi tabung karena istriku tak punya rahim. Salahkah aku bila menyalahi janji karena mencintaiistri ketigaku dan ingin menyentuhnya. Gayungpun bersambut, ternyata istri beliaku juga mencintaiku. Bagaimana jika istri pertamaku tahu kalau kami saling mencintai dan sudah menyatukan dua raga dalam balutan puncak asmara.

My father was hospitalized with a fractured bone. He needed someone to look after him. My wife, Alma, who was also a doctor, said she had to attend the Lancet conference abroad. She claimed it was an event she could not miss. While I was caring for my father, my younger brother, Jack, forwarded a short video to me. “Clyde, you need to look at this video of Alma.” In the video, Alma, who always took great care of her hands, was assembling parts on an assembly line at an electronics factory. I looked up info on who uploaded the photo. It was Tobias Zidel, a male nurse from her department. He captioned the video: [From the operating table to my assembly line. A true woman of all trades!] I resisted the urge to confront her. Instead, I forwarded the video to the department’s group chat. [I wonder how much Dr. Ashford earns per day working at Mr. Zidel’s family factory?] The group chat instantly exploded with messages. The video spread across the entire hospital. Alma bombarded me with frantic phone calls. She demanded that I retract the message. “Come with a written apology on Monday. You will apologize to Mr. Zidel publicly during the meeting!” I hung up decisively. Then, I scheduled an appointment to file for divorce. I did not want a wife like this.

By the fifth year of my marriage to River Grayson, I had stopped checking his call logs and chat records. Instead, I spent my nights drinking and partying with my girlfriends at the poolside bar. When his ninety-ninth missed call lit up my screen, I let out a cold laugh and tossed my phone straight into the water. It didn't take long before he came storming in. The moment he pulled the strawberry-scented condom out of my pocket, he turned grim and banned me from leaving the house after 7:00 PM. "Joanne, you weren't like this before." I thought back to last month, when I had run into him at the hospital. He had lied about being on a business trip out of town, but there he was, holding Yvonne Sinclair's hand. I still remembered his words. "You lost your uterus from saving me back then. My sperm is perfectly fine. I'll give you a child—with your mother's help." Now, staring into his furious eyes, I said coldly, "Don't worry. There's no going back for us anymore."

At the dinner table, my mother-in-law slid a contract across to me, right in front of more than 20 relatives. "Just sign it," she said lightly. "Consider it a favor to me." I looked down. A home mortgage agreement for 150,000 dollars. Across from me, my husband's younger brother, Jim Canfield, watched with a grin. Beside him, my husband's eldest sister, Cindy Canfield, urged impatiently, saying, "Shirley, what are you waiting for? Just sign it." I said I needed to go home and talk it over with Howard Canfield first. My mother-in-law's expression darkened. "What? You can't even make this decision for your own marriage?" That night, I did not sign anything. Later, she sent a three-minute voice message in the family group chat, accusing me of being childish, ungrateful, and heartless. More than 70 replies followed—not a single one in my defense. A month later, I came home from work to find three men waiting at my door, there to seize the house. I pulled out my phone and checked the property registry. The record was clear. [Mortgaged. 150,000 dollars.]

Silas Thorne est l'insolence incarnée. Alpha pur-sang, il ne collectionne que les partenaires Omégas, aimant leur fragilité apparente. Il ne remarque jamais Dante Vance, le secrétaire efficace et "Oméga" qui travaille dans son entreprise . Ce que Silas ignore, c’est que Dante est le cerveau derrière le réseau criminel qui menace son empire : un Stigma dont la puissance dépasse l'entendement. Dante nourrit une haine passionnée pour Silas. Il veut le briser autant qu'il veut le posséder. Profitant de la faiblesse de Silas lors d'un rut précoce qu'il a lui-même orchestré, Dante l'isole dans un hôtel de luxe. Entre haine et désir, les rôles s'inversent. Silas se réveille avec des souvenirs flous d'une étreinte d'une force surhumaine croyant un reve de comprendre comment un simple Oméga a pu le dominer ainsi. Le jeu du chat et de la souris commence, mais qui est la proie ?

On the third day of my business trip out of state, someone new joined the group chat formed for my son's class. It had been quiet for weeks when she suddenly sent a voice message. I tapped it, and an unfamiliar woman's voice played through my phone. "Hello, everyone. I'm the new language teacher at the school, and I'm also Tony Gardner's mother. Looking forward to getting to know you all!" My whole body went cold. I opened the group member list and checked it over and over. My son's name was Tony Gardner, and she said she was Tony Gardner's mother. Then, who the hell was I? I immediately called my husband. "Did someone get added to the parent group by mistake?" He paused on the other end before he laughed it off like it was nothing. "Oh, probably just a mix-up. The school has so many kids. It's not unusual for kids to have the same names. What's the matter? Did something happen?" I kept my voice light and told him everything was fine. The second I hung up, I booked the next flight home and headed straight to my son's school.