Death Sentence Novel

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.

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.

Satu hal yang tidak bisa dihindari oleh manusia adalah takdir. Namun doa yang tulus pastilah di dengar oleh Sang Pencipta. Dayu Suci adalah seorang dosen sejarah yang lahir dari keluarga kasta Brahmana. Ia sering bermimpi melihat seorang gadis bernama Iluh suci yang berasal dari kasta Sudra. Yang aneh, wajah Iluh suci sangat mirip dengannya. Bunga tidur itu telah meresahkan dirinya, Ia menjadi penasaran dan bahkan mulai mempertanyakan asal usulnya sendiri. Benarkah dia berasal dari keluarga itu? apakah Iluh adalah saudara kembar nya yang terpisah? ataukah gadis itu adalah jati dirinya sendiri pada kehidupan sebelumnya? Setelah ia berkonsultasi dengan seorang pendeta, ia bertekad untuk memecahkan misteri di balik mimpi itu. Di dalam pencariannya, ia dipertemukan oleh De Arya, seorang perwira polisi dan kemudian mereka saling jatuh cinta. Rahasia mimpi mulai terbuka satu persatu ketika De Arya mulai menceritakan bahwa ia juga sering memimpikan gadis tersebut. Bagaimana dua individu yang berbeda bisa memimpikan orang yang sama? apakah sebenarnya hubungan antara Dayu, De Arya dan Iluh Suci? Baca terus ceritanya ya!

Dancing with Disaster ay isang nobelang sumasalamin sa mahiwagang kapangyarihan ng pag-ibig--isang damdaming kayang mabuo kahit sa gitna ng unos. Sa aklat na ito, dalawang taong galing sa magkaibang mundo ang pinagbuklod ng tadhana. Kung ikaw ay naniniwala na ang pag-ibig ay isang sayaw-- minsan magaan, minsan mapanganib, ngunit laging makahulugan--ang aklat na ito ay magsisilbing paalala na kahit sa gitna ng sakuna, may pag-asang magdala ng liwanag ang tunay na pagmamahal.

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.

I am the hated true daughter of my family. One day, I was kidnapped along with my sister. The kidnappers cut off a section of my finger and sent it to my parents. But they just thanked God that the kidnappers had not cut off my sister’s finger. They deciphered the hint from my sister and alerted the police, but the kidnappers learned about it. To protect my sister, they told the kidnappers that I was the one who revealed the address to them. Because of it, I was tortured to death while my sister was saved. Oddly, when my parents found my mangled body, they broke down and said that they were going to make my sister and the kidnappers pay.

Nada meminta bercerai karena Adi memberikan lebih banyak perhatian untuk istri kedua dan anak laki-lakinya. Adi yang masih cinta pada Nada berjanji untuk berubah dan akan berskap adil. Mampukan Adi melakukan hal itu dan membuat Nada mengurungkan niatnya untuk bercerai?

Five years after my death, my daughter, Emma, dialed Xander Green’s number. She cautiously asked, "Do you like my mom?" She was trying to get an answer to the question I once wrote in my diary. "Xander, do you like me?" Unexpectedly, the voice on the other end sneered, "Did your mom put you up to this? Using her own daughter like a pawn? What an unfaithful woman! She’s already with your dad, yet still trying to rekindle things with me?"

My wife, Christine Leigh, forced me to the brink of death all for her first love, Henry Carson. To give him a liver transplant, she sent me to the surgery table. I told her I had cancer and that the doctors had advised against the surgery. She just looked at me with an undisguised contempt, "Jason Lowe, stop with your petty tricks. Don't forget, you owe our family your life!" I lowered my head and smiled bitterly. I never left the surgery table.

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.