Ending Attack On Titan

“Berhenti berpura-pura dan segera tanda tangani surat cerainya sekarang juga. Kali ini aku sendiri yang akan mengawasimu menandatanganinya.” “Surat perceraian? Aku bahkan belum menikah. Kau siapa?” Yuriel Scott terbangun di sebuah rumah sakit setelah mengalami Kecelakaan. Tiba-tiba saja dia disodorkan sebuah surat perceraian oleh Aleandro Gilren, seorang pengusaha multi miliader di Capital. “Jangan menguji kesabaranku dan segera tanda tangani surat cerai sekarang juga.” Aleandro berkata tidak sabar. “Aku bahkan tidak mengenalmu, mengapa aku harus menandatanganinya?” Yuriel melemparkan dokumen itu ke wajah Aleandro. Raut wajah Aleandro dipenuhi dengan kemarahan. Sementara para bawahannya menahan napas dan berkeringat dingin. Mereka sangat tahu kemarahan bos mereka sangat menakutkan. “Tuan Gilren, mohon tenang. Nyonya Yunifer baru saja sadar dari komanya karena kecelakaan. Emosinya mungkin tidak stabil.” Dokter Kenneth buru-buru menenangkan Aleandro. Yuriel sekejap menoleh dan meraih kerah jas dokter itu begitu mendengar kata ‘kecelakaan’ . “Apa yang terjadi setelah kecelakaan itu!” Tatapan Yuriel seolah ingin menelan dokter itu bulat-bulat jika dia tidak segera menjawab pertanyaannya. “Nyonya, tenang. Anda selamat dari kecelakaan itu, sementara mobil Anda meledak bersama teman nyonya yang ada di dalam mobil.” Sekejap kepala Yuriel berdengung mendengar kata-kata dokter itu. Gambaran sosok berdarah wanita yang tidak bernyawa dalam mobil berkelebat dalam kepalanya. Api besar berkobar membakar mobil itu disertai suara ledakan yang memekakkan telinga berseliweran bagaikan kaset rusak. Yuriel seketika menjerit histeris memegang dadanya. Tikaman rasa sakit menyerang dadanya. Dia mencengkeram dadanya. Tangisannya pecah, terdengar seperti lolongan binatang yang terluka. Seluruh pandangannya memburam oleh air mata. Bayangan wanita yang sudah tidak bernyawa dalam mobil terus-terusan berkelebat dalam kepalanya. Wanita itu adalah saudari kembarnya, Yunifer, sekaligus istri dari Aleandro Gilren yang akan diceraikan. ... Jangan lupa follow Ig @queen.moon16 ya

“Kamu menikahiku untuk melunasi utang, bukan? Maka jangan pernah berharap kuperlakukan seperti istri!” Amara tak pernah menyangka hidupnya akan berubah hanya dalam satu hari—dari guru sederhana menjadi istri kontrak seorang CEO dingin demi menyelamatkan keluarganya dari kehancuran. Arga Baskara tak percaya cinta. Ia hanya tahu satu hal: balas dendam dan kontrol. Tapi tubuhnya tetap menuntut haknya sebagai suami… meski hatinya menolak memberi lebih. Ketika gairah tak bisa ditekan, dan masa lalu datang menghantam, siapa yang akan kalah dalam permainan hati ini? Perjanjian ini ditulis dengan tinta kesepakatan. Tapi mampukah cinta tumbuh di antara tanda tangan dan luka?

Aruna merelakan Naufal menikahi Niken--mantan kekasih suaminya--demi mendapatkan keturunan. Menempatkan diri sebagai Kakak untuk Niken sampai perempuan itu hamil dan melahirkan anak lelaki. Aruna berusaha untuk bisa membuat nyaman Niken agar kehidupan rumah tangga mereka dengan Naufal baik-baik saja. Namun, sayang Niken meninggal setelah melahirkan. Dengan cinta kasih juga keridhoan Aruna, ia merawat Abizar--anak Niken dan Naufal--selama satu tahun. Tak disangka setelah itu Naufal justru menggugat cerai dengan alasan Aruna tidak bisa memberikan keturunan. Akankah Aruna dan Naufal bercerai?Lantas, bagaimana kelanjutan kehidupan Aruna selanjutnya?

kalau memang benar harta warisan yang bukan haknya di miliki seseorang dengan dalih di jaga dan di rawat akan membuat mereka tidak berkah, itu salah. justru kehidupan mereka jauh lebih sukses dari anggota keluarga yang lainnya. "Itu karena Tuhan belum menegurnya, makanya mereka semakin maju dan sukses." namun, di balik kesuksesan yang dipandang oleh orang lain, ada rasa yang tidak nyaman serta bersyukur kepada sang pencipta. ikuti kisahnya, kalau ada nama, tempat dan kejadian yang sama, itu hanya kebetulan belaka. Sebab, ini hanyalah kisah fiksi saja. selamat menikmati, jangan lupa subscribe, like serta komen agar saya bisa semakin semangat nulisnya.

Imagine being forced to marry a brooding billionaire to save your family's business. Now imagine he insists on marrying both you AND your sister. That's the reality Aria and Calia face when they say "I do" to Jace Sharpe, a tech titan with a mysterious past and an even more mysterious heart. Sparks fly as these fire and ice sisters navigate a world of high-stakes deals and hidden desires, and a whole load of fuckery. Get ready for a whirlwind romance where passion and betrayal dance on a razor's edge. And what would happen if the price of freedom might be higher than they ever imagined?

I was bleeding out in a corner after a hit from a rival family. My husband, Dante—the Torrino family’s underboss—was in his car, holding his best friend's little sister. He gave me one cold look and said, "Leave her. She's a nobody." Later, after someone else saved me, I walked home, soaked in my own blood. I found Dante cradling Seraphina, fussing over her. All she had was a scraped knee. The blood covering my clothes? He didn't even see it. I just watched. Said nothing. Then I pulled out my phone and called my mother. "Mom, I need to come home."

Just before our Luna Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Killian, rejected me—moments after we'd mated. "The pack needs a gentle Omega for a Luna, Mia. Not a Beta with blood on her hands like you." His face was a cold mask, his Alpha command washing over me, snuffing out the lingering scent of our passion. I swallowed the pain in my heart and watched him slam the door. A moment later, a notification hit the pack network. I was stripped of my position as Lead Beta. In my place, Killian appointed Mia as the new Head Warrior. The empire I'd spent eight years helping Killian build was gifted to her on a silver platter. With my heart shattered, I walked away. It wasn't until I became Luna to Alpha Damien of a rival pack that Killian started showing up at my new border, crying and begging me to come back.

I was the Falcone family's top consigliere. Their brain. And today, I was walking away—handing over the books to every legitimate business I ran, severing my final tie. My protégé couldn't understand. "You're the future of this family, Aurelia. You can't just leave." I shook my head with a bitter smile. They didn't know. I'd been secretly married to the Don, Vittorio Falcone, for three years. I thought my looks, my mind, and everything I gave him would be enough to win all of his love. A hit at the docks three months ago showed me the truth. I took a bullet. Emergency. I needed the family surgeon—which required Vittorio's direct order. I called him over a dozen times. But when he finally answered, all I heard was a soft, breathless voice on his end. "Vittorio, we haven't cut my birthday cake. Will you hold my hand and cut it with me?" That voice. My best friend. The woman Vittorio once had a crush on. Carina. In the safe house, weak from blood loss, I dug the bullet out myself and had one of my men rush me to a family clinic. Right before they wheeled me into the OR, Vittorio burst in—carrying Carina. Twisted ankle. Needed a doctor. Now. My surgeon was dragged away. The antibiotics came too late. The wound got infected. I fought for my life for a week. When I woke up, I stared at my phone. Not a single message. The tears finally came. I understood. I was just the woman he'd been forced to marry after he was drugged and slept with me. A scandal averted. All he cared about was my value and his reputation. And me? The secret princess of the Rossi family, who gave up everything to build his empire. All for nothing. So I prepared four parting gifts. A celebration of our mutual destruction. Then he'd never see me again.

At the Mercer family's annual dinner, I accidentally wore a couture gown that belonged to Lucian's late wife. The eight-year-old boy I had raised myself, in front of every key member of the Family, threw a glass of expensive red wine all over my pure white dress. He just stood there, his cold, condescending expression a mirror of his father's. "Don't think you can become the mistress of this house just by dressing like my Mamma." "I swear, when I'm old enough to take over the family business, I'll make you disappear for good!" The cold liquid soaked through the fabric, clinging to my skin. But I felt nothing. My heart had frozen solid the moment I signed my life away eight years ago. I looked at the child I had raised as my own for eight years. There was no anger. The faintest smile touched my lips. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You won't have to wait that long, my little lion. I'm leaving, and it will be very soon."

I was setting up a weekend shopping list on the tablet my husband had just replaced for our home system. A notification popped up. He had forgotten to log out of a shared, encrypted family calendar— one I didn’t recognize. There was only one unfamiliar profile photo. I tapped it. A list titled “My Little Princess – Personal Notes” filled the screen. My Little Princess doesn’t drink alcohol—only mineral water or herbal tea. No late nights. She needs absolute quiet to sleep. She gets anxious easily—keep fresh white lilies in the house and her favorite vanilla chocolates on hand. I scrolled slowly, my expression unreadable. The final entry was bolded. Highlighted. “Next Wednesday: take my Little Princess to choose her wedding crown.” I closed the screen. Then I picked up my phone and called my husband. “Love,” I said gently. “Does your Little Princess prefer a classic European bridal crown… or something more traditional? I thought I could help you choose.”