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" Jika kau tidak baik-baik saja, tak apa jika bersandar pada orang lain" Saat kau merasa lelah dengan masalah yang kau hadapi, berusaha lari atau berdamai dengan diri sendiri. Berada di tempat yang tidak kau duga sebelumnya. " Yashna," suara seseorang memanggilku, segera kucari sumber suara dan kulambaikan tanganku.

Abandoned in the middle of nowhere by someone she thought was her forever , her very own penguin, Odette realizes that for the first time in a long time, she is well and truly on her own. Anton is a 26 years old billionaire who grew up in questionable surroundings, when tragic news reaches him , he abandons the life he knows and disappears hurting the one person he cared about . When confronted with the possibility of righting the wrongs of his past, Anton hops on the idea and pursues Odette relentlessly after a ‘ chance ‘ run in at her place of work ten years later Will Odette let the past stay in the past, or will she give Anton another piece of her broken self once more, hoping to God he doesn’t shatter the pieces he broke before. Read on to enjoy the drama between these two, cause as they say the line between love and hate is very thin. ..

After getting drunk, Nash persistently called out the name of the one he longed for but could never have. The next day, awakening with no recollection, he demanded, "Find the woman from last night!""..."Ultimately, Nina became completely disheartened. Soon, Nash received a divorce agreement citing, "The wife desires children, while the husband's infertility has led to the breakdown of the relationship!"As he read it, his entire face darkened. One evening, as Nina returned home from work, she found herself cornered on the stairs: "How can you divorce without my consent?”Nina retorted, "If you're incapable, why shouldn't I find someone who is?"Later that night, Nash wanted to prove his capability to Nina. However, Nina pulled out a pregnancy test report from her bag, further infuriating Nash: "Whose child is it?"He scoured everywhere for the father of the child, swearing to exact revenge! Little did he know, it would lead back to him...

Willow (“Wills”) is a werewolf who was abandoned as a baby by her injured mother and raised by her adoptive father, Conall, the fireman who found her. Unaware of her true nature or the existence of an underground werewolf society, Wills lives a normal life, covering up her monthly shifts with Conall’s help. Her world changes when she meets Zale, the regional alpha, during a work project. Zale recognizes her as a werewolf but is puzzled by her immunity to alpha commands—a rare trait linked to her mysterious bloodline and her mother’s tragic past. As Zale tries to integrate Wills into his pack and uncover her origins, she resists, wary of trust and power dynamics. As their relationship build and her past is revealed with secrets about her lineage, a hidden betrothal, and her villainous biological father, who seeks to exploit her unique powers. Wills’ newly discovered abilities allow her to influence pack bonds and heal or command rogue wolves, making her a target. Amidst attacks, betrayals, and shifting alliances, Wills gradually learns about her heritage, discovering the true nature of the rogue wolf curse, and embracing her role in the werewolf community.

She woke up in a dark room with no idea how she got there. She doesn't remember who she is. Will she ever find out? Will she ever know what happened to her? Will the love that she finds be at the time that she is destined to be? Will she choose security, power, or neither? Or will time choose for her?

On the day of my divorce, my ex-mother-in-law updates her social media with a photo. It's my husband's mistress' ultrasound—she's pregnant. Their friends and family congratulate her. Meanwhile, I share a premarital medical report. It belongs to her son, Owen Wade. It also clearly indicates he has congenital necrospermia. There's no way I'll want a man who can't have kids!

It's my daughter, Noelle Peace's first day at the kindergarten. But the teacher kicks us out instantly. "Mr. Peace's son has been studying here for a year. Since when does he have another daughter?" This leaves me feeling confused. Noelle has only reached the minimum age to start her education. How is it possible for that child to study here for a year? After investigating the truth, I find out that the new assistant, Myra Larson, had enrolled her own child into the same kindergarten as Mrs. Pearce a year ago. I seek her out, only for her to flash her marriage certificate with my husband, George Pearce. "I know you. You've been pestering my husband all these years, haven't you?" The official stamp of the courthouse is shown on the marriage certificate, clear as day. The date is five years ago. But the thing is, George and I have been married for three years.

Larissa and Stanley got married based on Stanley's grandfather's conditions, and Stanley wanted to satisfy his grandfather, but after the marriage, Larissa didn't get Stanley's attention, Stanley believed that he didn't touch Larissa till she walked away from the marriage, but later came back with triplet,

On day two of Matthew's so-called business trip, I was wiping down the counter when I said, "Auri, play some music." Instead of music, a syrupy voice chirped, "Sure thing, my Baby Moon. Oh, and Matthew, don't forget Bibi's birthday surprise tonight." I froze. The speaker blasted some random playlist, but all I heard was 'Bibi.' Matthew Kein was my husband. So who the hell was Bibi? I called him. "Did you mess with our smart speaker?" A beat of silence, then his fake laugh. "Oh, a buddy dropped by. Probably logged his account in. Why?" I laughed back like I bought it, then hung up. Two taps later, I was scrolling the login history, already hailing a cab to the company tied to that mystery account.

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.