Concubine Male

Year three of hiding who I was and dating Jenny Knapp, my parents finally said yes to the marriage. I rushed home, ready to tell her—then froze outside the door. Jenny was inside with Nolan Cruz, her childhood friend. "My neighborhood's about to get redeveloped. Big payout. You can finally dump that loser and be with me. If my family hadn't gone broke, you wouldn't have settled for him." No pause. "I'll tell him my family's drowning in debt so we can break up. Then I'll register the marriage with you right away." The words on my tongue died. I pushed the door open. She turned to me, face tight. "My family owes $500,000. I don't want to drag you down. Let's break up." "Sure." I pulled out my phone and texted my dad. [Dad, don't transfer those three buildings to Jenny. Cancel the South Borevia redevelopment project.] If she thought we were worlds apart, I'd show her exactly where I stood.

On a trip to Chicily, my wife, Rosa Stone, and her first love, Jack Cud, insisted on feeding wild, starving wolves. I simply reminded them, "You might attract more hungry wolves." They turned on me, calling me a heartless monster. In the end, I was right. A pack of wolves really did show up. They circled the car, watching us hungrily. Jack was bitten by one. To my surprise, Rosa kicked me out of the car, yelling, "Jack is hurt! He needs to be taken to the hospital! Distract the wolves, I'll come back for you!" I watched them drive away, leaving me behind, surrounded by hungry wolves closing in from all sides. My heart sank. But, Rosa forgot one thing—I was a great Wolvesmith.

"Mr. Kane, do you have any cucumbers at home? Can I have one?" The hurricane strikes, and my daughter's best friend, Lexie Cooper, is stuck in my home. She comes to ask me for a cucumber late at night with a flushed face. "I'm just a little hungry. I'd like to snack on some cucumber," she says. As I look at the pointy tips peeking from underneath her pajamas, a primal urge surges uncontrollably within me. I say deliberately and slowly, "I have something even better than a cucumber."

The night before our wedding, word spread like wildfire through high society that my fiancee had thrown herself a bachelorette party with ten virgins. When I storm into the villa, I find her nestled in the arms of my chauffeur's son, her skin blotched with fresh red marks. "It's just a wild night before the wedding. You get that, don't you?" Melissa Young says. She looks up at me with indifference, not bothering to explain herself. I catch the smug challenge in the eyes of the man holding her. My eyes burn red as I hurl the wedding invitations to the floor. "The scandal is everywhere! Have you even thought about what tomorrow's wedding will look like?" I yell. "This isn't just about you and me. It's about the future of both our families' businesses! Call a press conference and explain yourself." She frowns, irritation flickering in her eyes, but gives a grudging nod. Yet the next day, the internet explodes with a new bombshell—the Zucker heir is impotent, leaving his fiancee unsatisfied. When I demand answers, Melissa puts her foot down, her voice dripping with venom as she says, "All I see now is Nicky." She snaps, "No matter how many times you threaten to pull your investments, my mind's made up!" In that moment, the last ember of love I feel for her goes out. I call my dad, my resolve steeled. "Cut off all funding to Young Group, and buy out every one of her partnerships at triple the price!"

It was my twentieth birthday. My father presented me with the photos of many rich heiresses across the nation. He wanted me to pick the one to have a political marriage with. I told him I wanted to leave that in the hands of fate. Why? In my previous life, I picked Rachel Osborne, an heiress from Shampton. And I did that without hesitation. After we got married, I found out her true love, Zacharias Newman, had gotten himself drunk at a bar. The reason? He was heartbroken that we got married. And while he was drunk, a robber mugged him and cut off his hand's tendons. He tried to kill himself three times, and who did my wife blame? Me. She extracted my family's assets and gave them all to her beloved. My family was left as an empty husk. And she let him cut our brake lines. Thanks to him, my family and I died in a horrifying car crash. This was my second life. This time, I chose Seraphina Oliviera, an heiress from Fortunopolis. She was someone who couldn't care less about worldly matters and was a God-fearing woman. Eventually, I showed up at the engagement with Seraphina, but that apparently drove Rachel mad.

After regaining my hearing, I happily march over to the room of my arch-rival, eager to flaunt in front of him—only to hear him moaning my name as he does what all guys do for pleasure.

My mother and I pushed ourselves, slaving away to pay for my girlfriend’s debt. The work was too hard on her, and she was soon diagnosed with lung cancer. By the time I arrived at the hospital with money for her treatment, my mother had taken her own life and left behind a note. “I can’t go on, Gab. The money is best put toward settling the debts. Noelle is a good kid. She loves you. She’s just lost her way. That’s all. You two should settle down once the debts are cleared.” I held my mother’s ashes and gave Noelle the thirty thousand dollars she had left behind. Back in the office, I overheard Noelle talking to several creditors. “Ms. Strom, Mr. Lamb has passed your test. What’s next on the agenda for him?” Noelle’s childhood friend, Charles, jumped into the conversation. “Gabriel has proven that he’s willing to be there for you through thick and thin, but will he stick around in wealth? Noelle pursed her lips. “I need to know if he genuinely loves me. If he isn’t blinded by greed when learning about who I am, I’ll marry him.” I stared at my mother’s ashes, tears rolling down my face. “Noelle, my mother was wrong about you, and so was I. I don’t want to marry you anymore.” I thought to myself.

Bima, mahasiswa tua menghadapi kesulitan dalam menyelesaikan perkuliahannya yang sudah di ambang batas. Apalagi, dia harus berurusan dengan Monica, dosen muda yang terkenal galak di balik kecantikannya, sebagai pembimbingnya. Sore itu, di tengah keresahan Bima karena lagi-lagi draft tugas akhirnya ditolak, dia menemukan sebuah kacamata misterius yang ada di motornya di parkiran. Bima iseng-iseng mengambil alat itu dan membawanya pulang. Keputusan itu ternyata mengubah hidupnya, tidak hanya memuaskan keinginan liarnya, tetapi juga memberi jalan keluar dari masalah tugas akhirnya karena telah menaklukkan dosen pembimbingnya yang cantik. Namun, tidak sampai di situ saja. Alat itu membuka berbagai skandal yang berkaitan dengan para wanita yang telah dia taklukkan.

(Area 21++) Setelah dikhianati sang istri, Rangga berencana untuk membalas perbuatan itu. Namun, siapa sangka jika rencana Rangga justru direstui semesta, hingga mampu membuat istri, anak, dan menantu Rahul, pria yang berselingkuh dengan istrinya, tunduk di bawah dekapan Rangga?!etelah dikhianati sang istri, Rangga berencana untuk membalas perbuatan itu. Namun, siapa sangka jika rencana Rangga justru direstui semesta, hingga mampu membuat istri, anak, dan menantu Rahul, pria yang berselingkuh dengan istrinya, tunduk di bawah dekapan Rangga?!

Aku dimaki dan diperlakukan tidak manusiawi di rumah Om ku sendiri oleh Tante Dewi, hingga aku memutuskan untuk mencari kos-kosan dan tinggal di sana demi melanjutkan pendidikanku di kota itu. Untuk menutupi kekurangan kebutuhan sehari-hari, aku rela menjadi kuli angkat di pasar sepulang dari sekolah. Meskipun hidup pas-pasan namun aku lebih nyaman ketimbang harus tinggal di rumah Om Ramlan, namun masalah kembali datang ketika aku terjebak oleh birahi liar Bu Dola Guruku sendiri hingga membuat aku ketagihan untuk selalu melakukannya setiap kali Bu Dola mengajakku berhubungan badan. Masalah semakin runyam ketika hadir rasa nyaman di antara kami, hingga tumbuh benih-benih cinta. Akankah hubungan gelapku dengan Bu Dola terus berlanjut? Atau aku hanya sebatas pelampiasan nafsunya saja karena Bu Dola diketahui telah bersuami?