Fatal Emperor Sonic

I won eight million overnight. The first thing I did was rush to the hospital to pay for my son's surgery and treatment. That was when my phone rang. Ian, a coworker from the company, called, "Something urgent came up! You need to get back here right this instant!" My wife, Mara, took the bank card from my hand, and said with an gentle and understanding voice, "You can give me the PIN. I'll take care of our son's hospital bills. Go. Work is important. Don't worry about us." In my previous life, I didn't hesitate one bit. I trusted her completely and hurried back to the office. My son never made it into surgery. Instead, the police came for me. It turned out that Mara and Ian had conspired together to frame me, pinning the crime of embezzling company funds on me. The very money Ian had stolen. With no money for treatment, my son died in the hospital. My parents, shattered by grief, suffered fatal heart attacks one after the other. And I, rotting in prison, ended my life in despair. After my death, my soul drifted to the holiday villas of Moldeves, where Mara was on vacation. I heard her laughing as she spoke to Ian, "That idiot won a fortune and wasted it on that useless sick kid. He dragged me into a miserable life." Laughing even harder, she added, "Now, their whole family is dead, and we get to enjoy wealth for the rest of our lives. Consider it compensation from that idiot! Haha!" Then, I opened my eyes. I was back in the hospital corridor, at the exact moment my wife reached out and took the bank card from me. This time, I still told her the PIN.

My adoptive parents' long-lost daughter came back. She's a wellness influencer. She eats from crystal bowls she "cleansed." Sleeps with a white noise machine. She will only ride in a custom, climate-controlled car. That's not all. She filled our family's Manhattan law firm with Himalayan salt lamps and energy crystals. The espresso in the conference room? Replaced with gluten-free, organic dandelion root tea. "The energy here is so murky," she'd say. "We need to cleanse the world with love and light!" My guilt-ridden parents gave her everything she wanted. Even my fiancé told me, "Ava, you stole twenty years of her Upper East Side life. Can't you cut her some slack?" The day of the final hearing for our firm's biggest case, the entire court had to wait for her to finish her "emotional cleansing meditation." The judge was furious. I stood up. Delivered a flawless closing argument. I won our client $500 million and secured the future of the firm. But at the party, she had a drunken breakdown, fell into the pool, and drowned. My parents and my fiancé blamed me for everything. "You always have to win, don't you? It was a simple, open-and-shut case. You couldn't even let her have that?" They had me committed to a psychiatric hospital. They destroyed my law license and my reputation. They even had me injected with a fatal overdose of sedatives. I died full of hate. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back. Back to the day she was crying on her Instagram Live, begging for the case. This time, I walked straight into our rival's law firm. This "sure-win" case? I'm going to make you lose everything.

My bestie Kenna and I were the fated mates of the two most powerful Alpha brothers in the Dark Moon pack. I was mated to the Head Alpha, Cade. Kenna was mated to his brother, Rhys. On our mating anniversary, a bloody package reeking of Rogues arrived. It was from Cade’s childhood friend, Lilah. The feral scent shocked my body into premature labor. Kenna rushed me to the pack’s private medical center. But the labor triggered a fatal condition: “Moon Eclipse Sickness.” My life force was draining away. With my last bit of strength, I used our mind-link to beg my Alpha for help. His furious voice was my only answer. “You’re faking this just because I missed our anniversary? Lilah’s rare silver hound is giving birth, and it’s dangerous. Don’t cause trouble for me now!” In the end, it was Kenna who drained her own wolf’s spirit to save me. I barely survived. But the pup I delivered was rushed to emergency care, too weak from my fading life force. Her eyes bloodshot, Kenna contacted her mate, Rhys. She begged him for "Moonflower Dew"—a serum from his own company that could save our baby. "Lilah's hound is weak after giving birth. I’m busy making a special formula for it. You and Evelyn are two of a kind. Always stirring up trouble. First her drama, now yours." My pup died. And my heart shattered with him. “Kenna, I’m rejecting my mate bond with Cade.” “If you reject him, I reject mine. Traitors don’t deserve mates.” But when we told the Alpha brothers we were rejecting them, they felt a panic they had never known.

Natasha Kisniver never planned to steal from the Mafia. But when her younger sister collapses and the hospital halts her treatment over unpaid debts she couldn't afford, Natasha is pushed beyond desperation. Her only option? Steal a priceless ring from Jackson Darkmoon—a billionaire tech she believes is untouchable. The ring is sold on the black market, and her sister’s treatment resumes. But then she discovers a fatal mistake she made on her research: Jackson Darkmoon doesn’t exist. He’s a false identity, a fictional character of Alexander Darkmoon—the elusive and feared godfather of a Mafia empire her late father had always warned her about. Realizing she’s stolen from the most dangerous man alive, Natasha runs. But Alexander Darkmoon is not a man who forgives theft—especially not something so personal. He finds her within hours. She can’t repay him in money, so he takes her instead. Claimed as his property, Natasha is pulled into a brutal, opulent world where power is everything—and one wrong move could mean death. She vows to escape. But as she sees the man behind the monster, she changes her mind. As days turn into weeks, the line between hate and desire begins to blur. Alexander's control slips the more time he spends with her. Enemies start circling, and her presence — once a punishment — becomes a dangerous liability. Or worse, the key to his downfall. Just when Alexander begins to trust her, Natasha makes a desperate move to help her sister again — unknowingly putting a deadly plan planned by Alexander's rivals into motion. Betrayed and furious, Alexander pushes her away. But when she’s kidnapped by the very enemies he warned her about, Alexander is faced with a brutal choice: Let her go—or burn his empire to save her.

“No, please…. please don't hurt Eldric,” she begged him to not hurt her husband which made him grab a fist of her hair and pull her face closer to his. She yelped in pain. “So you really love your husband a lot to beg me for his life?” He glowered down at her. “You did give him that thing which I had always needed from you,” he seethed out. Her heart ached more terribly when she saw that searing pain flashing in his gaze for a split second before his viciousness took over him completely. “Fine, I will spare your dear husband’s life tonight if you would be able to stop me,” he uttered and cupped the back of her neck. She witnessed his rapacious gaze wandering all over her face and body hungrily before it stopped at her lips. “And I guess you already know how to stop me, Mrs Ariella Eldric Kohler….” he smirked wickedly at her mouth before trailing his predacious eyes back at her gaze. Turning completely vulnerable, she closed her glossy eyes and then pressed her lips against his, giving him what he had been demanding from her at the cost of her husband's life. Feeling the delicate warmth of her mouth against his, he plunged himself deeper inside her core once again, making her yelp in pain. “Moan my name, Ella…” he groaned, thrusting inside her harder. Tears rolled down from her eyes. “Aahh….K…Kieran….” her moan made him slam his mouth against her where he twisted her very being to become his salvation from her sin. Why was she letting this fatal man ruin not only her but her wedding vows too, who was surviving his life with the only purpose of destroying her? Read to find out…..

“Kau ingin menyelamatkannya dariku?” suara Xavier begitu dingin, namun berdesing di telinga Hazel seperti pisau yang diasah. “Kalau begitu, serahkan dirimu padaku.” Hazel terperangah, “Brengsek! Kau pikir ini semacam transaksi kotor? Aku bukan barang yang bisa kau tawar!” Xavier perlahan mendekat, menghapus jarak di antara mereka. Dengan kasar dan mendominasi, ia mencium Hazel dengan penuh gairah. Sebuah penanda, seolah berkata, 'kau milikku sekarang.' Hazel terhentak, tubuhnya gemetar karena kaget dan marah. Tapi Xavier hanya menyeringai puas, seperti predator yang tahu mangsanya mulai terperangkap. “Kau harus bertanggung jawab atas perbuatanmu ini…” bisiknya di telinga Hazel, suaranya rendah dan menggetarkan saat Xavier melanjutkan. “...kucing liarku.” __ Awalnya, Hazel hanya ingin membantu saudaranya dari pria bernama Xavier. Sebuah niat sederhana, tapi langkah kecil itu justru membawanya ke gerbang mimpi buruk yang tak pernah ia bayangkan. Dunia gelap yang dipenuhi darah, pengkhianatan, dan bayangan seorang pria yang tak seharusnya masuk dalam hidupnya. Di saat pikirannya diliputi kebencian dan tubuhnya dipenuhi adrenalin, Hazel justru disambut kenyataan pahit, tunangannya sendiri berselingkuh. Hancur dan marah, ia pergi ke bar, membiarkan alkohol menelan logikanya. Ia hanya ingin melupakan. Namun malam itu, sebuah kesalahan fatal terjadi. Dalam kabut mabuk dan luka hati yang menganga, Hazel terjatuh dalam pelukan pria yang paling ia benci… dan bangun di ranjang Xavier Lautaro Davis. Dan sejak malam itu, hidup Hazel tak lagi menjadi miliknya. Setiap langkah untuk menjauh hanya membuatnya semakin tenggelam. Dalam permainan kekuasaan yang kejam, dan hasrat yang tak bisa dijelaskan, Hazel menyadari satu hal, semakin ia membenci Xavier, semakin kuat belenggu yang pria itu lilitkan di sekelilingnya. Kini, pertanyaannya bukan lagi bagaimana cara keluar, tapi berapa harga yang harus dibayar untuk bebas dari obsesi seorang Xavier Lautaro Davis?

Setiap orang tentu pernah melakukan satu kesalahan fatal dalam kehidupan, tetapi apa kesempatan kedua hanya dongeng pengantar tidur? Aku hanya sedang khilaf, menjalin hubungan dengan sahabat Angela karena kebablasan. Apa ini tidak bisa dimaklumi sebagai satu kesalahan wajar? Ah, Angela sangat berlebihan sekarang! Dia meminta perceraian sebagai metode balas dendam karena kecurangan yang kulakukan, tidak seharusnya kami berpisah hanya karena kesalaan tak terencana. Sebagai istri, seharusnya dia lebih bijak dalam menyikapi masalah. Hera hanya selingkuhanku, mana mungkin aku memilih dia yang manjanya tidak terkalahkan. Bagiku, berselingkuh adalah satu hiburan semata, pelepas penat ketika tak bisa bersenang-senang bersama istri sah. Satu kewajaran bukan? Lantas, kenapa dianggap begitu keliru oleh Angela? Dia bahkan, bisa memaafkan perbuatanku di masa lalu, saat bersama Cindy dan Ayu. Kenapa sekarang tidak? Apa hanya karena Hera merupakan sahabat terbaiknya? Ah! Kekanakan sekali jika Angela menanggapi hal ini begitu serius. Seharusnya dia lebih berpikir kritis untuk mengambil keputusan serius terkait perceraian. Aku, Dyo Kusuma, suami yang teraniaya. *** Kesempatan kedua? Aku sudah memberikannya, tetapi Mas Agam masih mengulang sekali lagi. Kali ini, tak tanggung-tanggung, dia melakukan hal terkutuk dengan Hera. Sahabatku sejak SMA yang datang kembali ke kehidupan karena bercerai dengan suaminya, siapa sangka jika benalu itu bernama kawan? Aku percaya pada mereka dengan separuh jiwa, nyatanya musuh dalam selimut jauh lebih mematikan. Tanpa perasaan serta otak. Tak mengapa, aku sudah merelakan Mas Agam untuknya. Silakan mereka melanjutkan investasi dosa tanpa batas, aku enggan memaafkan satu perbuatan menjijikkan yang sudah diulang berkali-kali. Memang kalau sudah terinfeksi virus selingkuh, akan susah kembali normal. Tekadku sudah bulat, bercerai adalah pilihan paling buruk dalam kehidupan. Namun, aku enggan membodohkan diri terlalu lama atas nama cinta. Biarlah, menjadi janda bukan satu kutukan takdir, setidaknya kedamaian akan mendekat setelah perceraian.

La discípula de mi esposo, Camila, alardeaba de su técnica de desactivar bombas con los ojos cerrados, guiándose solo por la intuición. El resultado fue un error de juicio que activó el sistema de detonación de respaldo de la bomba. Yo tuve que intervenir de emergencia, usando el peligrosísimo método de condensación con nitrógeno líquido para salvar todo el edificio. A Camila la apartaron de la primera línea y, además, la suspendieron. Mi esposo, Sergio, quiso hablar en su defensa, pero yo me interpuse resueltamente: —Si la defiendes ahora, no la salvarás y te hundirá con ella. Hasta a ti te suspenderán. Abrumada por la presión, Camila terminó con su vida provocando una explosión. En una carta que dejó, acusaba a Sergio: “En el momento que más necesitaba de él, él prefirió lavarse las manos.” Sergio no dijo nada. Solo guardó esa carta como un tesoro en su estudio. Años después, Sergio ya era un experto en desactivación de bombas, famoso en todo el país. Durante un ataque terrorista, unos secuestradores me colocaron una bomba de tiempo. Él acudió en persona a desactivarla, pero frente a mí, repitió el mismo error fatal de su discípula. Mirando la cuenta atrás, me dijo con una sonrisa burlona: «Mira, solo estaba nerviosa aquella vez. ¡Si la hubiera apoyado entonces, ahora ella sería la heroína!». La bomba estalló. Quedé hecha añicos. Al abrir los ojos otra vez, había vuelto a aquel momento en que él intentaba defender a su discípula. Lo que él no sabía era que en ese edificio se albergaba un servidor crítico con los secretos nacionales de máximo nivel.