Cloud And Tifa

Sintya seorang istri yang begitu baik, lembut, dan penurut itu harus menerima kenyataan pahit. Suami yang begitu ia banggakan, telah mengkhianati pernikahan ini, pernikahan yang telah ia bangun selama 16 tahun ini harus berakhir dengan sebuah pengkhianatan. Sintya bahkan menyaksikan sendiri suaminya tengah bertukar peluh dengan wanita lain, hatinya begitu hancur, hatinya begitu sakit, namun sekali lagi, ia harus kuat demi Rizki anak semata wayangnya. Sintya tak rela semua jerih payahnya selama membersamai suaminya, harus jatuh begitu saja ke tangan sang penggoda, ia tak rela saat semua ketulusan dan pengorbanan yang ia berikan untuk suaminya hingga mencapai titik ini, harus jatuh dan di nikmati oleh sang wanita itu. Bagaimana langkah Sintya dalam mengambil sikap selanjutnya? Bagaimana Sintya menjalankan misinya untuk bisa merebut semua aset yang telah ia bangun bersama suaminya agar tak jatuh ke tangan sang penggoda?

After discovering her boyfriend's been cheating, Rosalind, a successful CEO of a fashion house, decides to drown her sorrows in alcohol, leading to a regrettable one night stand. She later finds herself in a precarious situation where she learns she is arranged to the son of the man her family is indebted to. Jeremy Lightwood, esteemed CEO of Lightwood Enterprise, an investment company recognized globally. He finds himself heartbroken after his planned engagement falls through with his ex wife. Seeking solace in a one night stand with "her", he unexpectedly finds his heart opening up after three years of emotional closure. Fate intertwines their paths once more as they coincidentally find themselves betrothed. Though Rosalind wasn't in support of the marriage, Jeremy proposed a contract marriage to safeguard his business from his conniving brother and ex wife. This ignites a gradual blossom of affection between them amidst a tumultuous journey of love and chaos. Will they withstand the relentless onslaught of their adversaries together and fight against them? Let find out

Mas! Ini apa?" tanyaku seraya menyentuh sebuah titik merah leher Mas Adrian. Ah bukan titik ini lebih panjang kemerahan. "Ah, oh ini? Ekhem ini mungkin gigitan nyamuk," sebait senyum muncul di bibirnya. "Gigitan nyamuk? Kurasa gigitan nyamuk bukan seperti ini Mas. Ini seperti ...." "Nisa! Sudahlah. Mas capek, mau istirahat ya! Kamu jangan mikir yang aneh-aneh." Aku terkejut. Jelas itu bukan gigitan nyamuk. Itu seperti bekas cupang. Padahal kami tidak melakukan hubungan suami istri selama hampir seminggu ini. Lalu bekas cupang itu milik siapa? * Anisa harus menelan pil pahit saat tau ternyata suaminya berselingkuh dengan sepupunya sendiri. Belum kering luka sakit hatinya, Anisa di buat bingung karena Tante Ranti seperti menyembunyikan sesuatu darinya. Setelah kematian ibunya, ia seperti terbuang jauh dari keluarganya, bahkan sejak bayi ia tak mengenal satu pun keluarga dari ayahnya. Bagaimana caranya Anisa menghadapi kenyataan pahit saat tau suaminya telah bermain api di belakangnya? Akankah, Anisa bisa tegar menghadapi permasalahan hidupnya dan berhasil menemukan jalan tentang asal-usul dirinya? Yuk baca kisah selengkapnya hanya di Good Novel.

Rita Brown once loved Liam Wilson deeply, and used to believe that during the eight years of their marriage she could win his cold heart and make him love her. She thought she had given him everything! But she was so wrong to think so. So wrong to have loved him from the start. But she didn't realize she would have to give even more to get killed by Liam. She was pushed down from the stairs by him and She watched as Liam looked at her coldly and said mercilessly, " You deserve to die!" Rita was heartbroken at that very moment and swore to herself that if she could live through this, she would get a divorce. Luckily for her, she was reborn and time flew back to three years ago. Now that she had gotten one more chance at life, she swore never to be crazy over Liam and never allow what happened in her past life to repeat itself. She took back her obsession with him, but this time Liam wouldn’t Let her go. When she tried to escape away, he grabbed her waist to his, and said to her, “Do you think you can escape after wining my heart over.” Rita smiled… Did this scumbag think she would fall for him the second time?

"Sweetie, are you coming? I'll wait for you at our usual spot." Henry Lane is about to go to bed when he receives a voice message. It's spoken in Rushky. He turns his back to me as his face lights up in joy. Then, he answers in Rushky, "Of course. I love you." I'm about to fall asleep, but I jolt when I hear that. The sweet voice on the other end of the line rings out again. "Your wife won't find out about this, will she?" "I'm talking to you to her face now." Henry snorts. "We're speaking in Rushky; she can't understand us." My heart twists painfully. It turns out he's never loved or truly understood me. He thinks I'm just a housewife whose world revolves around him; he has no idea I once studied in Rushnia for two years as an exchange student. I suppress my sorrow and heartbreak as I caress my belly. Then, I make an appointment with a local hospital for an abortion.

On our wedding day, Lily, the apple of Patrick Luther's eye, tried to kill herself. I grabbed onto his sleeve. "Please don't go." He pried my fingers off, one by one. "Don't make a scene. Lily needs me right now." I watched him walk away, laughing until my eyes turned red. If you don't love me, then I'm done with you. “Patrick, this time I'm the one leaving you."

"Ms. Jones, the service to fake your death that you requested has been arranged. Here's the agreement. Please sign here." Isabella Jones glanced at the contract that the person placed before her. Client: Isabella Jones Cause of death: Falling from a mountain, eaten by wild animals. Unable to retrieve the remains of the body Time of death: One week from now One week from now would mark the fifth anniversary of her marriage to Samuel Grant. It was also the day she had planned to fake her death and leave him. Since that was the date it all began, it might as well be when it ended.

The day after we set our wedding date for the tenth time, my fiancé reached past me to kiss his adopted sister. He presented crimson roses to her as she descended from the stage. "My princess, in this lifetime, I'll only ever be your protector." I stood quietly beyond the cheering crowd, then turned and walked away without looking back. After five years of engagement, this was the moment I finally gave up hope.

He slid a paper across the table, his eyes cold. " Sign it." She blinked, confused. "Why?" "It’s our marriage certificate." He spoke as if discussing the weather. "I’ve already signed it. Your turn." Siya froze. **Marriage?** To a man like him? Her? A whore. Pregnant. She looked up at him, pleading. "I-I can be your maid. Do anything. Just… don’t hurt my baby." Her voice trembled, careful, trying to bargain with the devil himself. But Abhimanyu’s gaze was relentless, unmoved. His tone cut like ice. "I want you to sign it right now." Her heart hammered in her chest. "But… how… why me?" She stuttered, breaking. "I don’t want to marry you." She stood, defiance shaking her body. The word **marriage** tasted like ash, reminding her of someone she loathed beyond reason. Abhimanyu leaned in, his smile devoid of warmth. "You **will** marry me. Or…" The room fell silent, thick with the unspoken threat. **The world knows** what he is capable of. "Plea.se," she whispered. Her voice was barely a breath. Siya’s legs screamed to run. But there was nowhere to go. His voice low, lethal. "Listen to me, TweetyBird. If I can save you, I can ruin you too.' His eyes darkened. "Sign it. And you’ll be mine." "Why me?" Her voice broke. ************ Siya laid on the bed on her fours, her hands tied together with a handcuff as Abhimanyu thrusted slowly from her back. He changed their position making her completely under his mercy. As the sun rose in the sky, he uncuffed her. "Scream my name!" He groaned going faster than before. But his pace didn’t slacken at all. He had turned into a needy beast, who was ruining every ounce of sanity left in Siya. *********** ***********

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]