Death Blossom

️ 21+ (Zona dewasa) Sesuaikan usia kalian untuk membaca tulisan Cherry yang bikin kalian kipas-kipas.Kebangkrutannya membawa berkah, seorang gadis cantik meminta tolong kepadanya untuk bersandiwara menjadi suaminya demi memenuhi ambisinya. Bukan karena gadis itu menjanjikan akan menolong kesulitannya, tetapi karena gadis itu mengaku bersedia menyerahkan kesuciannya sebagai bonus dari jasa menjadi suami sementaranya. Dengan senang hati Leonel Johanson si dewa pemalas menerima tawaran Violeta Hubert untuk menjadi suami gadis kaya raya. Semula mereka mengira semua akan berjalan dengan baik sesuai dengan kesepakatan yang Violeta buat. Tetapi, segalanya berubah saat Rebecca Doghlas datang ke Paris dan bertemu Leonel, gadis itu datang bagaikan badai yang menerjang rumah tangga Violeta dan Leonel.

Warning! Adult romance (21+) Bijaklah sebelum membacanya, sesuaikan usia kalian! "Lepaskan aku!" Cloudy berteriak. Ia berusaha melepaskan diri dari Rain, tetapi sayangnya cengkeraman Rain terlalu kencang. "Bajingan kau, Rain!" teriaknya lagi. Sekuat tenaga Cloudy membebaskan tubuhnya dari cengkeraman Rain, air matanya mengalir deras di wajahnya. Tak kuasa menahan kepedihan juga kemarahan yang memenuhi benaknya, ia melayangkan tangan ke pipi Rain. "Teganya kau padaku!" teriaknya disertai isak tangis dan tubuhnya terhuyung ke belakang. Untungnya dengan sigap Rain menangkap tubuh Cloudy dan dengan nada yang sangat tenang ia berucap, "Apa yang kau katakan?" Cloudy mendorong dada Rain kemudahan mengambil handuk yang terlipat di atas meja kemudian membungkus tubuhnya. "Apa rencanamu padaku?" "Hei, Sayang. Apa maksudmu?" Cloudy tersenyum masam. "Kau benar-benar pria paling kejam di dunia! Kau merahasiakan kematian suamiku! Kau berpura-pura menjadi Ryan dan kau bercinta denganku! Dasar, Bajingan!" BUKAN SQUEL

A deeply moving portrayal of the beauty of love, romance, courage, innocence, and strength. It is a surreal and beautiful story of the love of Christiana Grey and Tiger Kelvin. The story will unfold and examine the chapters of love. What is destiny? Is there something called fate? How did he do it? – Christiana Grey I was all alone in this world. Until he came into my life. Tiger is nothing less than a Greek God. But this is a world not made for me. After all who am I before him? He is a well-known reputed billionaire. I stand nowhere before him. Not to forget he soothes my ache. I have begun to imagine a new life for myself. The process of healing has started. When will this last? I have the whole night ahead of moonlit. After so many years I have got this. I am not going to waste a single moment of it… I want the moonlit night to be as long as my life…. I cannot remember the last time when I felt like this. I never felt so complete before. There is something authentic for sure about him. He seems like a savior who has come out of a fairy-tale story to save me all the way. But in doing so, I have opened the way to unseen dangers and life is going to be more troublesome. I have been fighting for my life all alone for years, and I fear I will have to do it again. Greater tragedies are waiting in my way ahead. Will I get Tiger’s company? Or he will turn out to be like other billionaires? - Christiana Grey

Seven years after my death, an engagement invitation from my ex-girlfriend arrives at my house. Back then, I had broken up with her in my lowest, most desperate days and married someone else. Now, she has reinvented herself as a rising powerhouse worth hundreds of billions, driven by revenge and eager to see me regret everything and beg for mercy. Unfortunately for her, I am not the one who shows up. She looks around in open contempt, convinced my absence means guilt, shame, and fear. When I finally appear, all she sees is an urn.

Six years after donating my heart to my wife, she destroyed the last of my family. Over those six years, she ended my mother’s treatment, letting her die slowly in agony. She deliberately caused a car accident that shattered my father’s spine, forcing him to watch my mother die while trapped in a paralyzed body. Even our daughter was not spared—locked away in a pitch-black basement, she starved to death alone. She did all of this for one reason: to force me—the heartless, faithless man she believed I was—to reveal myself. But during those six years, the love I once had for her turned into boundless hatred. I refused to let my soul dissipate. I stayed—waiting for the day she would learn the truth, and collapse under the weight of her regret.

My younger brother, Andrew Midler, pushes me off a cliff, and my life hangs by a thread. Yet my mother, Edith Callahan, the leader of the rescue team, only busies herself with checking on Andrew, who has sprained his wrist. I beg in a faint, faltering voice for her to save me. She, however, looks at me with cold indifference. "Your brother is hurt! Why didn't you protect him? And now you're pretending to be weak? Well, you can stay here by yourself and reflect on what you've done!" She turns and orders the entire rescue team to leave, forbidding anyone from helping me. In the end, I die alone in the desolate wilderness. Upon learning of my death, Mom hysterically holds my already decaying body close, calling me her precious son repeatedly.

When the murderer tortures me to death, my criminal investigator dad and chief forensic pathologist mom are cheering at my brother's match. The criminal saws off my tongue. He answers my Dad's call with my finger. Just before the call ends, Dad's cold voice cuts through. "Playing dead, huh? We should never have brought him back." The murderer chuckles mockingly. "Looks like I grabbed the wrong kid. I thought they'd care more about their real son." When Mom and Dad arrive at the crime scene later, they stare at the mutilated body in shock and rage at the murderer's cruelty. But they never realize that the broken, bloodied body is their biological son.

To get a divorce from Dante Conti, I volunteered to walk away with nothing—even our three-year-old son. Seeing that I had deliberately changed back into the old clothes I wore before marriage, Dante froze for a moment, then sneered, "So? You don't even want Nico, the heir you fought so hard to give birth to?" "Careful. Play your part too long, and you won't be able to recover the scene," he warned. I pushed the signed agreement toward him. "Don't worry. This isn't acting." Dante shot me a puzzled look before signing his name. "So obedient? Fine. I'll be magnanimous and let you see Nico from time to time." He set down the pen, his gaze appraising me. "And if you regret it… come to me now, and maybe—just maybe—we could remarry—" I cut him off, standing and walking away without a word. He had thought I married him for the Mafia's power, that's why I had given him an heir to inherit his family. But once he knows I'm dead, there will be no more misunderstandings.

I knew my husband, Josh Perkins, had faked his death and taken on his younger twin brother's identity—but I never said a word. Instead, I went straight to the commander of the military district and filed an official report of my husband's death, requesting his name be permanently removed from the service rolls. In my last life, my brother-in-law died in an accident. Josh gave up his rank as regimental commander, abandoned his own name, and stepped into his brother's shoes—all to spare his fragile sister-in-law from becoming a widow. Back then, I recognized him immediately. I confronted him and demanded to know why he was pretending to be a dead man. But Josh just looked through me, cold as a winter morning. "Riley, I know you're grieving Josh. But I'm not him. Don't mistake me for my brother." He shielded that delicate sister-in-law of his behind him, then shoved me into the icy river and warned me not to harbor delusions. Later, our five-year-old daughter cried, asking why her daddy didn't want her anymore. For that, she was dragged to the cowshed for "reflection"—left there, starving, for three days and nights. My mother-in-law called me a curse, a jinx who'd killed her son, and threw my daughter and me out with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Josh made sure everyone knew I'd "gone mad"—that I was lusting after my brother-in-law before my husband was even cold in the ground. The whole town turned their backs on us. That last winter, I wandered the streets with my girl, dazed and numb, until the cold finally took us both. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the very day Josh buried his old life and stole his brother's.

My husband died unexpectedly, and my mother-in-law adopted a newborn boy. She said she wanted to keep this child by her side as a reminder of my husband. Therefore, I raised him as my own child. Later, when he grew up, I gave him the company with peace of mind. The first thing my son did after taking power was to have someone lock me up in the basement and torture me. He said, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn’t have been separated from my parents all these years." At the moment of my death, my husband, who had supposedly passed away for many years, appeared with his first love in his arms. "Sophia, how does it feel to be cheated for more than ten years? Fortunately, you raised a son for me so that we can live happily without you." Angered to death, I could only watch the three of them. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day when my husband died unexpectedly.