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Dua tahun sebelumnya ...,Beberapa majalah bisnis yang mencatut nama perusahaanya tercetak dan beredar di seluruh Ibukota. Berita-berita ekonomi dan bisnis menyuarakan namanya dan mengagungkan perusahaannya. Bahkan media elektronik juga tak luput memberitakan tentangnya. Perkembangan Artha Group semakin melesat menembus kejayaan yang di impikan Aditya. Menempati jajaran sepuluh perusahaan properti yang merajai industri pembangunan di Indonesia, membuat pria itu nampak bangga dengan hasil yang ia peroleh dari tahun ke tahun. Tak tanggung-tanggung, jumlah aset yang sudah dimiliki perusahaan Aditya sampai detik ini berkisar 58,76 trilliun dan hal itu terus meningkat dari tahun-tahun sebelumnya yang mencapai 57,65 trilliun. Hal ini membuat perusahaannya menjadi salah satu perusahaan yang di rekomendasikan dalam pembangunan apa pun di beberapa wilayah. Selain itu, nampaknya kejayaan Aditya tak hanya di Indonesia. Perusahaan cabang yang berada di Perancis juga membuahkan hasil yang sama dengan induk perusahaannya. Aditya masih menatap sebuah majalah bisnis yang mencetak nama dan perusahaannya di sampul depan untuk edisi minggu ini. Hal itu menjadi tolak ukur atas keberhasilannya kembali dalam memanajemen apa yang sudah ia bangun beberapa tahun lalu. "Permisi, Pak Aditya," sapa Sandra—sekretaris pribadi sekaligus kepercayaan Aditya—yang saat ini sudah berada tepat di depan meja kerja pria itu. "Ya, Sandra ...," tanggap Aditya. "Hari ini, ada beberapa jadwal wawancara yang sudah saya susun untuk Bapak. Untuk hari ini ada dua perusahaan media massa yang bertandang ke kantor nanti jam sepuluh. Bagaimana, Pak? Pak Aditya bisa menemuinya sendiri?"Akan tetapi, bukannya pria itu mendengarkan ucapan sang sekretaris, justru ia menatap Sandra dengan lekat. Menatap kecantikam sekretarisnya itu yang semakin hari semakin terpancar begitu saja."Pak? Pak Aditya?" tegur Sandra."Memangnya di sini ada siapa selain aku dan kamu?" Sandra memandang netra lelaki itu dan seo

My fiancé’s first love and I fell down the stairs at the same time, and he chose to save her instead, leaving me to lie there in a pool of blood as I waited for an ambulance. On the brink of death, I begged him not to abandon me, and he only kicked my hand away, saying, “Elodie, can’t you show a little kindness? Don’t you see that Celeste is unconscious?! “…I’ll make sure you pay for this later!” ‘Later’, as he put it, didn’t come to pass. As he left with his first love in his arms, I died along with the baby inside my womb.

My brother, Theo Sorento, died in a plane crash on his way back home just to celebrate my birthday. They never found his body—only wreckage. Ever since, my parents forced me to kneel in front of his grave every year on my birthday, demanding that I repent for surviving when he didn’t. Then came my eighteenth birthday. I realized someone was following me. Panicked, I sent a few messages asking for help. Just then, Mom called, not to check on me but to lash out. “I know exactly what you're doing. You’re just making up excuses so you don’t have to kneel in front of your brother’s grave! You’re a liar. Why wasn’t it you who died instead of him? You’re a walking curse!” Before my phone was smashed under a boot, the last thing I heard was the cold click of her hanging up. Then, I was cut up into pieces, and what was left of me was tossed across the city. My father, the lead forensic pathologist on my case, didn’t even recognize me. Later, Theo returned alive with his wife, whom he had eloped with eight years ago. When they found out the pile of rotting flesh was me, they all went insane.

Three year after my death, my former mate returned— not to mourn me, but to make use of me one last time. It was the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year—the night when wolves whispered to the dead. “Where’s Mira Thorne?” Rowan demanded as he strode downstairs into the tavern beneath the den. “Her lived here—Gavin’s sister. I need to find her.” Dorian, the tavern keeper, glanced up slowly. “Mira?” he repeated, wiping his hands on a cloth. “She’s gone, Doctor. Died three winters ago. Same night the Moon rose red.” Rowan’s brows knit. “Dead? That’s impossible. There’s no record.” Dorian’s voice softened. “The family from that healing case—remember them? They found her in the alley behind this inn. Tore her apart before dawn. The healers couldn’t even retrieve her wolf.” Rowan froze, a flicker of disbelief passing across his face before irritation took over. “No. She’s pretending. She’s doing this to make me feel guilty.” he said sharply. “She’s hiding. She always was weak. Tell her if her doesn’t come out within three days, I’ll stop sending money for brother’s treatment.” He turned abruptly and left, the tavern door slamming behind him. Dorian sighed after him., shaking his head. “brother? Her brother died before the healers even arrived… there was never any money for treatment.” The silence that followed was heavier than snow. Dorian watched the falling snow and murmured to the empty air, “No one pretends death, Doctor. Not when they’ve already lost everything.”

Just because I forget to bring my mate's lover back—leaving her alone in the wilderness for three hours—he flies into a rage and throws me into an abandoned well in the desolate countryside. "You need to experience the torment that Belinda was put through." The well is deep and narrow, forcing me to curl up in my wolf form. I struggle to breathe. I plead for mercy and beg for forgiveness. However, all he does is tell me off icily. "Stay there and repent for your sins. You'll only understand the dignity required of a Luna once you learn your lesson from this." He orders his men to seal the well with a large boulder. I let out anguished howls and roars as I claw my way upward. However, I only fall back down over and over again. The walls of the well are covered in my claw marks. I continue like this until I can't make a sound through my parched throat. … Half a month later, my mate's heart softens when he sees the birthday gift I've prepared in advance for him. He decides to end my punishment. Unbeknownst to him, worms and snakes have already gnawed my body beyond recognition at the bottom of the well.

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.

The one I've loved for ten years hates me to his core. He comes up with various ways to hurt and belittle me. He even deliberately lets me hear him having a steamy night with someone else. "You're the unsightly blemish that marred my otherwise perfect life," he says. The thing that he regrets the most in his entire life is getting to know me. In the end, I die. However, he regrets it dearly.

Punya suami pemalas dan pengangguran ditambah mertua yang memperlakukannya dengan buruk membuat hidup Larasati dibawah tekanan. Apalagi penghasilannya yang hanya guru honor di sebuah SD sangat sedikit, membuatnya harus putar otak mencari tambahan. Namun malangnya, ibu mertua malah menginginkan suaminya menikah lagi dengan wanita lain disaat dirinya mencoba sabar dan setia. Mampukah Larasati mempertahankan rumah tangganya atau memilih mundur dan menyerah?

Hujan selalu menjadi saksi dari segala yang hilang — juga dari kata-kata yang tak sempat diucapkan. Nara, seorang penulis yang kehilangan semangat hidup setelah patah hati dan kegagalan karier, kini menjalani hari-harinya tanpa arah. Di sebuah klinik pemulihan jiwa di kota kecil yang selalu diguyur gerimis, ia bertemu Ravindra — terapis pendiam yang menyembunyikan rahasia kelam di balik tatapan tenangnya. Diam-diam, Ravindra mengumpulkan setiap tulisan yang Nara buang dan merangkainya menjadi satu buku berjudul “Fragmen di Bawah Hujan.” Antara terapi dan perasaan yang tumbuh tanpa mereka sadari, keduanya saling menyembuhkan — tapi juga perlahan menyadari bahwa cinta tak selalu berarti memiliki. Sebuah kisah tentang kehilangan, penyembuhan, dan cinta yang datang seperti hujan — tenang, tapi meninggalkan jejak yang tak mudah hilang.

Di malam pertama, Garda terkejut mendapati ketidakperawanan istrinya. Garda kecewa dengan ketidakjujuran Daisha, sikapnya berubah dingin di pernikahan mereka yang baru dimulai. Namun, Daisha sangat mencintai Garda, dan berusaha mengembalikan kehangatan di rumah tangganya. Akankan usaha Daisha membuahkan hasil saat hubungan sudah di ujung tanduk?