Dream Diary

"Aku nggak mau melayanimu malam ini!" Tangan itu main ditepis saja oleh Bening. "Terus saja kamu menolakku! Biar aku cari perempuan lain yang bisa melayaniku." balas Iman sengit. Baru 4 tahun berumah tangga, ranjang perkawinan milik Bening dan suaminya menjadi dingin karena tak pernah disentuh. Bening, seorang ibu rumah tangga dan pekerja. Sibuk dengan urusan rumah serta kedua putranya. Belum lagi pekerjaan yang menumpuk membuat seluruh beban bertahan di pundaknya. Sedangkan, Iman seorang pekerja keras yang ingin dilayani seperti raja. Haram baginya membantu istri karena itu akan menginjak harga dirinya. Sampai akhirnya hubungan itu merenggang.. hadirnya orang ketiga membuat pelik kehidupan rumah tangga mereka.

Angela Graham's husband abandons her twice on her birthday for the sake of his true love. She's devastated and dejected when she learns a secret—it turns out that every celebration and anniversary that she and her husband have had over the past five years was planned by his true love. Angela's heart and love have been stomped on far too many times. It's been five years, and she's tired. She doesn't want to stick it out anymore. But her ex-husband comes running when she leaves him and allows another man to stand by her side. "You can't fall in love with anyone else without my permission, Angela!" Angela laughs. "You think too highly of yourself, ex-husband."

I was the princess sent over by the Werewolf Kingdom for an arranged marriage. I was also meant to be the blood bag of Count Dracula. In my past life, I helped him rule the Bloodsucking Empire. I willingly allowed him to drain my werewolf blood and even risked a dangerous pregnancy by having a baby of mixed bloodline. However, all Dracula did was watch his frail childhood crush dig out the baby from my body to save her life. It was only before I died that I realized he had never loved me. All I was to him was a mobile blood bank. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the Blood Moon Party when I was five months pregnant. Dracula raised the knife with silver blade in his hand. "Be good. All I need is some blood to save Anna." This time, I did not fight back as I did in my previous life. Dracula mistook it for obedience. He had no idea that the Werewolf Princess who had once loved him with her life had become mates with the highly aggressive Alpha King of the Werewolf Kingdom.

Kesetiaan Dyandra diuji ketika merawat suaminya, Aditya yang tengah sakit keras. Namun ketika sehat itu diraih, Dyandra harus menelan pil pahit ketika Aditya terang-terangan berselingkuh di belakangnya. Bermain api dengan wanita yang tak lain adalah sahabatnya sendiri.

Bermula dari seorang meneleponnya, mengatakan Alfa mabuk di klub, Arsyila pun pergi ke sana untuk menjemput sahabatnya. Siapa sangka, bahwa malam itu, menjadi malam petaka bagi gadis belasan tahun kala itu. Video syur yang tak pernah ia lakukan, menjadi fitnah yang membuatnya harus dibenci oleh orang-orang yang ia cintai baik Raka dan orang tuanya. Belum lagi fakta bahwa ia bukan bagian keluarga Harahap, makin memperpuruk nasibnya. Dua tahun pasca kejadian itu tanpa Syila bisa membela, ia kembali harus menghadapi masa lalunya yang kelam. Mampukah Syila menghadapi cobaan demi cobaan yang beruntun mendera kehidupannya?

"Nikah dengan gadis biasa? Yang benar saja!" Andra, seorang aktor terkenal yang membintangi puluhan film dipaksa menikahi seorang wanita bercadar yang usianya tak jauh darinya. Seorang wanita yang dinilainya kolot dan juga perawan tua. Sampai pernikahan mereka, Andra terus bersikap dingin dan menghina istrinya tersebut. Hingga sebuah kejadian menyakitkan terjadi.. Andra tersentak bahwa tak ada satu orang pun yang berada di sisinya melainkan Andini, istri yang selalu diremehkannya.. Adakah benih cinta itu muncul setelah pahit manisnya mereka menjalani kehidupan rumah tangga bersama?

Tammy, who my husband Steven used to mentor, was in the car crash with me. My liver had ruptured. I was drenched in blood. Steven didn't even flinch. He yanked Tammy out first, and she only had a scratch on her forehead. While I was unconscious, barely hanging on, he was freaking out about her getting a scar. When I came to, completely done, I chucked the divorce papers at his face. He went feral—ripped them up and said I'd only leave him over his dead body. I used to hate when he pulled that line. But now? If that's what it takes, so be it.

After I was falsely accused of being a third wheel by a fake heiress, she hired a group of people to corner me in the delivery room under the pretense of giving me an intervention. "How dare you, a shameless mistress, hope to secure a place with your child!" "Today, I'm going to make sure that b*stard in your belly is gone for good. Let's see if you dare get into my man's bed again." The group blocked the delivery room door, their faces twisted with malice as they refused to let the doctors deliver my baby. I begged them to let me go, but they only laughed cruelly and forced me down in front of a camera while I struggled through labor. They forcefully pulled the baby out of my belly and killed him right in front of me. I clung to my child's lifeless body, sobbing hysterically, while they posted my miserable state online with the caption, 'This is what happens to mistresses.' Later, I exposed her fake heiress status and revealed the dirty secrets of her and those people who were allegedly giving me an intervention online. Relentlessly attacked by netizens until she had nowhere left to turn, she ended up begging me for forgiveness. I pointed to the edge of the rooftop and said, "Jump, and I'll forgive you."

My husband is the perfect doctor… or so everyone thinks. However, he delays the critical treatment of an accident patient so he can accompany his first love's son. Later, he even secretly switches out a patient's medication and watches as she dies from the pain. That way, he can take her heart and perform a heart transplant for his first love's son. What he doesn't know is that the patient whose heart he's taken is his daughter's. She's disfigured in an accident after her treatment is delayed. He calls her family's phone number, hoping they'll agree to donate her body to contribute to the medical field. That's when he hears my phone ring.

At the afterparty, my daughter, Mia Volpe, suffers from a sudden asthma attack. She collapses to the carpeted floor and goes through a seizure on the spot. But my Capo husband, Lorenzo Volpe, wraps an arm around his secretary, Sophia Bianchi, while watching Mia suffer before his eyes. Sophia had once shown him a forged paternity test of Mia and him. As such, he firmly believes that Mia is the bastard child of me and a Soldato. When Mia tries to reach out for Lorenzo, her complexion already bluish-purple from suffocation, he merely averts his gaze with a disgusted look on his face. "Daddy… S-Save… me…" I look everywhere for Mia's inhaler like a madwoman, only to realize that it's already empty. Sophia covers her mouth while tittering softly. "Dear me, Mia sure has an affinity for acting! Elena, I can't believe you and your daughter are willing to go to such lengths just to get Lorenzo to pay attention to you! "Since Mia likes acting that much, she might as well make the performance perfect." She lifts a high-heeled foot before crushing Mia's fingers, which were attempting to curl around Lorenzo's pant leg. Poor Mia was in so much pain, yet she couldn't let out a single sound. All she could do was scream silently into the void with her mouth wide open. I kneeled on the floor, my forehead already bleeding from smashing it against the floor repeatedly. "Lorenzo Volpe, Mia is your flesh and blood! Please, I'm begging you! Give me some medicine or call a doctor!" But Lorenzo just looks at me coldly, as though he's looking at trash. "A bastard like her is better off dead. Elena Corleone, stop using such underhanded methods to spoil everyone's mood." At that moment, what little love I still harbor for this man completely dissipates as I feel Mia's heartbeat gradually weaken. I no longer beg him for help. With trembling hands, I press the button on the emergency transmitter that I've sworn I'd never touch. That transmitter is the direct line to the highest authority in Smeraldia—my father, Don Vito Corleone.