Describe A Villa

der Nacht, als ein armer Mann am staubigen Straßenrand zusammenbricht, kniet seine Tochter im Regen und schreit um Hilfe, die nie kommt. Ihre Hände sind vom Öl und den Tränen gezeichnet, die sie den ganzen Tag beim Essensverkauf vergossen hat, doch die Welt schaut weg von ihrem Schmerz. Meilenweit entfernt, in einer Villa voller Gold und Stille, unterzeichnet ein stolzer Milliardär die Papiere für eine arrangierte Ehe, die er nie gewollt hat eine Verbindung, die aus Rache und nicht aus Liebe entstanden ist. Das Schicksal schlägt zu, als eine zufällige Begegnung diese beiden zerbrochenen Welten zusammenführt. Sie wird die Köchin in seinem Haus. Er wird zu dem Mann, der geschworen hat, niemals zu lieben. Und als sein Herz sich schließlich für sie entscheidet, droht die Wahrheit hinter ihrer Begegnung, sie beide zu zerstören.

as soon as I stepped out of the villa, it felt like I’d walked straight into a nightmare. Hector, the man I’d missed so much, was surrounded by soldiers, passionately kissing some woman I’d never seen before. The cheers and whistles around them felt like knives stabbing into my heart. I froze, my happiness turning into icy disappointment and rage. I forced myself to walk closer, even though every step felt like I was wading through quicksand. As more people noticed me, the noise died down, like someone had hit the mute button. Hector and his mystery woman were still in their own world until they finally sensed the eerie silence and pulled apart. When Hector’s eyes met mine, panic flashed across his face, but he quickly masked it. Holding the woman’s hand, he approached me. “Elena, this is Vanessa, she’s—” Before he could finish, Vanessa flashed a confident smile and offered her hand to me. “Hi, I’m Vanessa, Hector’s partner. We fell in love on the battlefield.”

Kirana Ayu Wijaya, artis pendatang baru itu harus menghempas mimpinya sebagai artis papan atas ibukota karena kasus penipuan. Gadis yatim piatu itu terpaksa menjalani kehidupan sederhana bersama kakaknya yang bernama Bagas. Kirana yang terlilit hutang kartu kredit, membuatnya harus meminjam uang pada teman semasa SMA bernama Sandra. Mereka bertemu di sebuah villa dalam rangka mengikuti reuni sekolah. Siapa sangka kalau reuni tersebut menjadi awal tragedi berdarah yang melibatkan teman-teman semasa sekolahnya dulu. Teror demi teror bahkan kematian para teman SMA Kirana yang datang ke acara reuni tersebut bermunculan. Gadis itu pun tidak luput dari serangan teror. Rasa takut dan kebingungan yang melanda membuat semua yang hadir dalam reuni itu saling menaruh curiga satu sama lain sebagai pelaku pembunuhan. Bagaimanakah Kirana bisa memecahkan misteri reuni berdarah itu? Siapakah pembunuh sebenarnya yang selama ini menebar teror?

After my rebirth, I vow to stop clinging to my fated mate—the man I grew up with—Damon Hale. When he gathers all the healers in the pack for a party in Alohara, I book a flight to Harborwatch. When he complains that my scent makes him and his wolf sick, I move out and hire a deep-cleaning service for 500 dollars. When he orders me to stay away from his pack, I quit my job as Alpha's private healer and take up freelance work in Coghaven to support myself. Finally, he says my existence might mislead his precious stepsister into thinking he still cares for me. So, I nod and accept Coghaven Alpha's hand in marriage, along with the keys to an 18-million-dollar villa as my wedding gift. Not until the very last moment of my previous life did I realize… he had always loved his stepsister. In this life, I’ll let you be together—and from now on, I’ll live for myself alone.

“Mavros… please fuck me. Make me forget everything.” Eden took everything from me, stole my life and left me for his mistress. Now his golden boy step-brother wants to give me everything, including a love that could destroy us both. Laura lost it all when she signed those divorce papers. Her cheating husband took her inheritance, her dignity, her life. High society turned her into a joke, until Mavros Blackwood made her his own. Mavros is everything his step-brother isn’t: powerful, disciplined, dangerously controlled. He offers Laura protection while he dismantles her ex’s empire. But in a secluded villa, protection turns to obsession. His cold aura melts for her, and her broken heart now beats only for him. Then Mavros and Laura learns about the truth: her divorce was just the beginning of a conspiracy to destroy everything they know. Now Laura must choose whether to play it safe, or risk it all for a forbidden love that could end it all.

After my financial reports were replaced with blank pages, the company was thrown into a legal and financial crisis. As the accountant, I was accused of falsifying records. I was charged, convicted, and sent to prison. Three years later, I was finally released. My CEO husband and our son came to pick me up in person. Just when I was touched by their loyalty, believing they had stood by me through it all, I overheard their conversation. "Dad, Winona wanted that villa in the suburbs, so you used company funds to buy it. But Mom was the one who got blamed for the falsified accounts. She spent three years behind bars, shunned by everyone. Even I got teased by my friends because of her." Hank took our son's hand, his tone grave. "We agreed never to bring this up again. Back then, Winona needed a place to live. I had no choice but to use the company's money, and your mom had to take the fall." That was the moment I realized—my years in prison, the public disgrace, the humiliation… had all been part of a plan. A plan crafted by the very man I trusted with my life.

I was born 5 minutes after my brother Ciranda marking the beginning of my misery. My Parents only wanted one son, instead, she got two, not two sons but a daughter, a weakling as what they always describe me to be. My twin brother Ciranda was the prince to my mother and I was what she called the Seranda. That is my name "Seranda". Seranda Copper with no title as princess or prince like my brother who was called crown prince Ciranda Copper. My parents treated me the same as the servants, they would always say “You are just like them, so why not treat you like them?” My brother had sunny golden hair, golden tan skin, bright green eyes, and a body to die for, he was the dream guy of every girl. He had the perfect body, he was the perfect child. I on the other hand had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin, and a body not so much to die for, I looked nothing like the misses of wealthy and prestigious families like my own. I was more like the maid starved for weeks by her cruel master. What is worst than being auctioned by your brother as a whore to the human mafia and losing your purity to him. Vengeance is all I want.

The Draghi Brothers Feared, Revered. Monsters. Those were the words papa had always used to describe them. Worthless, useless, good for nothing-those had been reserved for me. After my little stunt at 16, my papa had made sure I was under lock and key. He knew how to manipulate me, spin his lies and I had no say in whatever he did. When he informed me about my marriage to the second son of the Donovan Family, I knew I had no choice. After all, he was my father. Most girls in our family including my sisters had already been married. I stood at the aisle, looking into the eyes of my husband to be, my mind detached. Just before I could say I do, brain matter splattered on my face, his empty eyes staring at me. The culprits— The brothers I had heard so much about. The brothers that marked me when I was 16. In the heat of the struggle, I found myself tied and captured by them—a price for my family's survival. I knew my father would come save me. Yet, I couldn't help but surrender to the sin they showed me daily. I have a choice to make. A captured bride or a willing slave.

Après ma renaissance, j'ai décidé de mettre fin à toute relation avec Jacques, mon compagnon de destin avec qui j'ai grandi. Quand il a organisé une fête à Hawaï pour tous les guérisseurs de la tribu, j'ai pris l'avion pour San Diego. Il a dit que mon odeur lui donnait la nausée, à lui et à son loup, alors j'ai immédiatement déménagé et dépensé 500 euros pour faire nettoyer la maison en profondeur. Il a exigé que je ne me présente plus jamais dans sa tribu. J'ai volontairement abandonné mon poste de guérisseuse privée de l'Alpha et suis partie travailler à temps partiel à la ville centrale pour subvenir à mes besoins. Enfin, il a dit que ma présence risquait de faire croire à sa bien-aimée petite demi-sœur qu'il éprouvait des sentiments pour moi. J'ai acquiescé, puis j'ai accepté la demande en mariage de l'Alpha de la ville centrale. J'ai accepté la dot et j'ai emménagé dans une villa d'une valeur de dix-huit millions d'euros. J'ai rejeté l'amour humble et obséquieux de ma vie précédente, et j'ai choisi de faire des transactions rationnelles et lucides. Après tout, dans ma vie précédente, j'avais tout sacrifié, ma fortune et ma vie, mais Jacques ne m'avait offert que trahison. Quand sa petite demi-sœur avait été empoisonnée, il m'avait traitée de meurtrière et m'avait condamnée à mourir sous la torture de la tribu pour crime. Cette fois, je comptais bien vivre ma vie. Et lorsque je tenais la main de l'Alpha lors de la fête de Pleine Lune, Jacques s'est soudainement dressé devant moi, les yeux injectés de sang. « Amina, reste avec moi, et je te pardonnerai ta décision incorrecte. » J'ai souri avec ironie : « Peux-tu te permettre la villa que mon Alpha m'a achetée ? »

"Shh, just a little bit more," I said against her skin. I raised my head to stare at her and her blue eyes were wide. My thumb caressed her cheeks as she stared right back at me. "More, Kiara," I whispered. "Just a little bit more," I could feel the softness of her lips, the warmth of her body, and the sparks under her every touch. "Ivan," She whispered. *** She was my addiction. I couldn't get enough of her. Her touch set my body ablaze, and the taste of her lips lingered long after she was gone. Every moment without her was agony, and I longed for the next chance to hold her close. I had never been one to fall so deeply, to be so consumed by another person. She was my undoing, my weakness, and yet I couldn't imagine a life without her. She brought out a side of me that I had never known existed -wild, primal energy that couldn't be contained. And even now, as I lay beside her, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath, I knew that I could never get enough. She was my addiction, and there was simply no other way to describe it. #2 BROKEN SERIES