Counter Current Publishing

Just before our Luna Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Killian, rejected me—moments after we'd mated. "The pack needs a gentle Omega for a Luna, Mia. Not a Beta with blood on her hands like you." His face was a cold mask, his Alpha command washing over me, snuffing out the lingering scent of our passion. I swallowed the pain in my heart and watched him slam the door. A moment later, a notification hit the pack network. I was stripped of my position as Lead Beta. In my place, Killian appointed Mia as the new Head Warrior. The empire I'd spent eight years helping Killian build was gifted to her on a silver platter. With my heart shattered, I walked away. It wasn't until I became Luna to Alpha Damien of a rival pack that Killian started showing up at my new border, crying and begging me to come back.

I was bleeding out in a corner after a hit from a rival family. My husband, Dante—the Torrino family’s underboss—was in his car, holding his best friend's little sister. He gave me one cold look and said, "Leave her. She's a nobody." Later, after someone else saved me, I walked home, soaked in my own blood. I found Dante cradling Seraphina, fussing over her. All she had was a scraped knee. The blood covering my clothes? He didn't even see it. I just watched. Said nothing. Then I pulled out my phone and called my mother. "Mom, I need to come home."

I was setting up a weekend shopping list on the tablet my husband had just replaced for our home system. A notification popped up. He had forgotten to log out of a shared, encrypted family calendar— one I didn’t recognize. There was only one unfamiliar profile photo. I tapped it. A list titled “My Little Princess – Personal Notes” filled the screen. My Little Princess doesn’t drink alcohol—only mineral water or herbal tea. No late nights. She needs absolute quiet to sleep. She gets anxious easily—keep fresh white lilies in the house and her favorite vanilla chocolates on hand. I scrolled slowly, my expression unreadable. The final entry was bolded. Highlighted. “Next Wednesday: take my Little Princess to choose her wedding crown.” I closed the screen. Then I picked up my phone and called my husband. “Love,” I said gently. “Does your Little Princess prefer a classic European bridal crown… or something more traditional? I thought I could help you choose.”

Three years ago, Lucas’ mother paid me ten million dollars to play his fated mate with the help of a potion. Lucas believed I was hopelessly in love with him. What he didn’t know was that I was nothing more than a hired actress. By day, I stood at his side during training. By night, he paraded a she-wolf through the mansion. He once sneered, “Don’t delude yourself into thinking the mate bond can change me.” I only smiled, silently counting my money. “Funny, because I never planned on giving you my heart, either.” On the day the potion wore off, I walked away with the fortune, while he spiraled into madness. Three years later, I returned victorious as the youngest S-class strategy consultant. There he was, on his knees, murmuring, “I was wrong.” Little did Lucas know that his arrogance, handed out like charity, had carried a hefty price tag of ten million. Now, even if he lost everything, it still wouldn’t be enough to buy my forgiveness.

I caught my fiancé, Nico Falcone, in bed with my own cousin, Bianca Rossi. Right before our wedding. When I confronted him, he just called the whole thing off and ran me out of New York. I didn’t see him again for five years. Then came the charity gala for the New York Families. There he was. Nico. He pulled me aside, saying he felt bad for the state I was in. He offered to make me his mistress. I told him to go to hell. He got ugly. The whole room was laughing. Whispering how an outcast like me had no business showing my face in New York. I clenched my fists, the sound of their mockery ringing in my ears. Just then, the entire ballroom went dead silent. Every head bowed in respect. Don Lucas, the most feared man in New York, was walking slowly toward us. He stopped right in front of me. With the whole room watching, he dropped to one knee. He took my hand—the one Nico had squeezed red—and kissed it. His voice was dangerously low. “Who hurt my future wife?”

In the middle of the night, my husband started talking in his sleep. "My little treasure, Daddy's taking you and Mommy to the new house tomorrow." But we were using protection. Where the hell did a kid come from? So I opened his phone. I saw the money transfers to another woman—spent on all kinds of luxury shit and a house. The photo album had pictures of her in a skimpy stripper outfit, a little bump in her belly. The last one was an ultrasound. Four months along, it looked like. I didn't make a sound. Just saved the evidence. They were about to learn the price of betraying a mafia princess.

Seika dan Kama saling mencintai bahkan sejak pandangan pertama di Real Publishing, tempat mereka bekerja. Sayang, Papa tidak merestui hubungan mereka karena posisi Kama yang dianggap rendah. Seika berkeras dengan cintanya hingga suatu hari, dia keluar dari pekerjaannya sebagai editor di Real Publishing yang notabene milik Papa. Bersama Kama, Seika merintis perusahaan penerbitan sendiri. Semua berjalan lancar, sampai di tahun ke tiga Seikamara Publishing berhasil membuka cabang di beberapa kota besar di Tanah Air. Tentu saja, Seika merahasiakan usahanya dari Papa. Mengapa? Dia ingin Kama menjadi orang berhasil dulu baru kemudian melamarnya. "Kita harus terus bersabar ya, Kama? Kita harus terus berjuang. Pantang menyerah, demi cinta kita." "Ya, Seika. Atas nama cinta, aku nggak akan pernah menyerah. Kita pasti bisa mendapatkan restu Papa. Aku yakin itu." "Ya, Kama. Semoga Tuhan merestui cinta kita, ya?" "Ya, Seika. Jangan pernah lelah untuk melangitkan doa-doa." Sayang, Derya (staf keuangan di Real Publishing) memergoki usahanya. Tak urung jua, dia melancarkan banyak intrik demi bisa mendapatkan cinta Seika yang selama ini didambakan dalam diam. Jahatnya, Derya melaporkan hubungan Seika dan Kama pada Papa. "Asal kamu tahu saja ya, Seika? Kalau aku nggak bisa mendapatkan kamu, maka tak seorang pun bisa. Tanpa kecuali, termasuk si Supir sialan itu, Kama! Kamu paham?" Apa yang akan terjadi setelah Papa tahu sepak terjang Seika? Siapakah yang akhirnya berhasil mendapatkan cinta Seika, Kama si Baik Hati atau Derya si Jahat? #jatuhbangunkejarrestu

Akesha Melody Anderson is a Marketing major who is passionate in creating a novel story that later on become part of one of the biggest Publishing Company. It is Hera Publishing Company, that well known for hiring an aspiring writers like her. She is one of the luckiest to be chosen to be part of the company. However, things are not getting easy for Akesha. She happened to be part of a Marketing company and get fired because she lost something important files and unable to retrieved. While, in her present job she encounter a monstrous boss named Amanda that make her office life difficult. And in an unexpected time she met someone that came into her life without even warning. He got her heart before she could say no. She can't help but to love this gangster. Akesha is in love with a gangster. What an Unexpected Love.

Her video was leaked to the world on the night of her award ceremony. Selena Davi was an actress. Popular, Beautiful, wealthy, the Female lead of a popular world wide sensational movie, and she was engaged to Cole Alex; A hot model who treated her like a queen. She had just won her third award in a row. Who wouldn't be envious of her life? She however, didn't expect her own best friend to actually betray her and cause her death. Sophia thinks she has it all when her best friend, Davi, dies leaving Alex and her fame All to herself; including her former role in the movie. Not until someone comes into the scene to counter her success Davi???

{Completed}(Previously called Keenan Hiltons Chaos) The room is awfully quiet except for Keenan's laboured breath and my heavily pounding heart. His hands are planted on his hips and his eyes fixated on the ceiling as if he's thinking about all the regretful things he's done in his life. Why does this feel like the beginning of another disastrous road? “What's wrong?” I ask in a panic because I wonder if he's also recollecting the events that happened last night in part like I am and regretting it. “Apparently we did more than get drunk last night,” He lifts the paper certificate from the bar counter and shows it to me, “we got married.”