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"Aku masih menjaga kamu dalam pikiranku AUSTRALIA." Haidar bangun dari tempat tidur. Mengusap wajah dan memandangi dinding kamarnya. Di sana ada brosur pendaftaran magister salah satu universitas di Australia. Sekolah yang menjadi impiannya saat ini. Namun semua itu tidaklah mudah untuk di wujudkan, bertahun-tahun ia dan ibunya berpindah-pindah rumah demi menutupi jati diri mereka. Tinggal di rumah yang reot serta makan dari hasil belas kasihan orang. Semua pekerjaan dilakukan ibunya agar dia bisa sekolah seperti anak-anak Aceh pada umumnya. "Kau anak seorang pejuang. Kakekmu juga seorang pejuang. Jangan ada air mata untuk setiap masalah yang kau hadapi." Kalimat itu yang diulang-ulang ibunya setiap kali Haidar menangis karena ejekan teman sekolah. Terpaan ibunya tiap hari membuat keteguhan hati Haidar menjadi sekuat batu. Sama seperti namanya, Ibnu Haidar. Nama ini dalam bahasa Arab artinya, si Anak Batu.

“Apa yang bisa kamu lakukan untuk saya, Nes?” Suara berat dengan bahasa formal yang kaku itu menyentak kesadaran Nesa. Sudah pasti lelaki itu persis dengan apa yang digambarkan kepalanya. Dari namanya saja seolah sudah terbaca; Barata—Tua, tambun, jelek dan genit. Jemari Nesa meremas ujung baju kurungnya yang menjuntai hingga atas lutut dengan kuat. Dia dikirim ke rumah besar ini sebagai tebusan utang menggunung bapaknya pada sang tuan tanah. Dia harus kabur dari sini. Dia sudah berbalik dan hendak mengeluarkan jurus seribu langkah, tetapi suara bariton lelaki itu berhasil menghentikannya. “Jika kamu nekat keluar dari rumah ini, maka pintu rumah ini akan selamanya tertutup untuk kamu. Dan kamu tahu apa artinya?” Nesa menelan salivanya susah payah. Apakah ini akhir kegadisannya? Terperangkap ke dalam cangkang si tuan tanah tua?

Bagaimana jika kamu menjadi pelakor untuk merebut suamimu sendiri? Pernikahan karena perjodohan tidak lagi menjadi suatu hal yang mengejutkan. Surat wasiat yang ditulis oleh Hanung membuat dua manusia yang tidak saling mencintai harus menjalin hubungan yang tidak mereka inginkan. Ares dan Rere, harus merasakan untuk terikat satu sama lain selamanya. Hingga pernikahan mereka sudah berjalan 7 tahun. Hanya saja Ares masih terikat dengan masa lalunya. Ares yang memperlihatkan hubungannya dengan wanita dari masa lalu secara terang-terangan di hadapan Rere. Sedangkan Rere, wanita itu hanya bisa memendam rasa sakit dan kekecewaan di hatinya. Hingga ada keinginan di hati Rere merebut Ares untuk menjadi miliknya. Ah entahlah, apakah itu akan berhasil dan membuat Ares menatap ke arahnya, mencintainya sepenuh hati atau itu semua tidak akan berhasil dan tidak ada artinya karena Ares tetap memilih masa lalunya?

Two years since her last job as a nanny, Willow is lost at sea without a proper job. Being broke and living off the streets of Florida was never on her to do list and she is never planning on doing so, that's why when she received an email the next morning for an interview with Lorenzo Moretti, the richest businessman and a single father in the business world, she didn't think twice before showing up. Lorenzo is calm and quiet, too much of a professional himself, maybe that's why Willow never expected him to be a part of the mafia. Too much going on in her head, his children, her problems, his secrets and the very thick tension between them, there's just too many obstacles in the way of her profession. ****** “And you seemed busy up here, that's why I didn't want to disturb you.” I told him. He pulls me close, my hands grip the ends of his shirt to steady myself. I could feel every movement of his fingertips at the sides of my waist. I almost melted away when he placed a featherlike kiss at the base of my neck. “I would let you disturb me, Willow.”

At three in the morning, I stare at the unknown transaction record on my phone screen, my fingertips turning cold. The record is for a payment of 2980 dollars, made for an executive suite at the Wisteria. The time of payment was 8:00 pm last night. My husband, Tristan Griffin, is a detective. He was on the night shift last night. I clutch my phone, my knuckles turning white as I text Tristan, "I just saw your credit card bill for a hotel stay last night. What's up with that?" His reply is instant. "Our team had to work overtime at the last minute, so they put us up at the hotel. I forgot to tell you about it." I scan the text and sputter. The Wisteria is located in the western region of the city, which is on the other end from where his squad is stationed. I don't press him for more details and click on the bank app on my phone. Having found the vendor's address through the payment record, I sent it to my best friend, Rowena Sheffield, who works as a private detective. She replies instantly with an "OK" emoji and follows up with, "Give me a second. I'll find out everything you want in a jiffy!"

“Bayarlah hutang suamimu dengan menikah denganku. Lahirkan anak untukku maka aku akan bebaskan suamimu dari penjara.” Isha membulatkan matanya ketika mendengar apa yang ditawarkan atasan suaminya itu. Bagaimana bisa dia mendapat tawaran itu padahal dia sudah menikah. Niatnya datang ke sini adalah untuk meminta Danish membebaskan suaminya. Bukan untuk menerima tawaran konyol itu. “Apa Anda lupa jika saya ini istri manajer keuangan? Bagaimana bisa Anda meminta saya untuk menikah, padahal saya sudah menikah?” Isha masih tidak habis pikir dengan apa yang diinginkan Danish. “Ini bisnis. Tidak ada orang mau rugi saat berbisnis. Suamimu sudah menghabiskan banyak uang perusahaan dan artinya aku sudah rugi. Jadi aku ingin ganti yang setimpal. Tidak peduli kamu sudah menikah atau belum.” Danish tersenyum menyeringai. Isha benar-benar merasa Danish begitu kejam sekali. Ganti rugi yang diminta Danish benar-benar adalah hal yang sulit baginya.

Vanesa mengabdikan seluruh hidupnya pada suami dan keluarganya. Ia bahkan rela bekerja banting tulang agar suaminya bisa kuliah ke jenjang yang lebih tinggi. Namun saat suami mendapatkan semua yang diinginkan Vanesa di buang seperti sampah. Bukan hanya itu, ternyata suaminya berselingkuh dengan temannya sendiri. Vanesa merasa hancur dan patah hati, ternyata pergobanannya selamala ini tidak ada artinya bagi suami dan keluarganya. Vanesa berniat membalaskan dendam pada suami dan keluarganya. Ia rela jadi orang ketiga untuk rumah tangga seorag presiden. Vanesa diminta melahirkan anak dan sebagai imbalannya laki-laki itu akan membantunya membalaskan dendam pada mantan suaminya. Vanesa setuju,setelah melahirkan anak ia pikir laki-laki yang menikahinya tidak mencintainya, ternyata Gevan jatuh cinta padanya. Setelah membantu Vanesa me membalaskan dendam ia meminta wanita cantik itu agar tetap bersamanya untuk mengurus anak mereka. Apakah Vanesa mampu bertahan dengan sikap jahat istri pertama Gevan? Apa dia memilih pergi meninggalkan semuanya?

In Reychelle City, a contest was held to crown the most beautiful woman. After my cousin scarred my face, she seized first place with ease. What she never expected was that this year's contest wasn't for fame; it was to select the future wife of the Third Prince, a ruthless, bloodthirsty eunuch. That very afternoon, gifts poured in by the cartload. My betrothed panicked. That night, he tore up our engagement contract and carried my cousin into the bridal chamber. The next day, she trailed her lacquered fingertips across my cheek and sneered, "Alicia, with your ruined face, who would ever want you? Perhaps the beggar at the street corner might take you in." I caught her wrist, let out a cold laugh, and said, "Who told you I would marry a beggar?" Before her stunned eyes, I pushed open my parents' chamber doors. "Mom, since Maggie doesn't wish to be the prince's consort… let me take her place." Three years later, before the eyes of a shocked court, the Third Prince entered the grand hall with me at his side, with two children in tow. No one had foreseen it. This body of mine, blessed with the rarest gift of fertility, was the perfect match for a man believed incapable of siring heirs.

"You should be scared," I whispered, brushing my fingertips along her spine, slow and teasing, then down over the swell of her ass. My palm lingered, gripping one cheek possessively. "Because you've just given yourself to the devil." I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. “And the devil? He doesn’t believe in mercy." .... I should have known better than to sign his contract. My new husband was never meant to be real. He was supposed to be a name on paper, a shield against the vultures circling my late husband's empire. An arrangement with an expiration date. But Killian Cross doesn't let go. He's ruthless, obsessive, and dangerously possessive. The kind of man who doesn't just own his empire. He owns everything in his grasp. And now, that includes me. I thought I could play his game and walk away unscathed. I was wrong. Because my contract husband has made one thing clear. I belong to him now. But what happens when the shadows surrounding him become my prison? What if love isn’t enough for the hell awaiting us? Will I be able to save him when he needs me? Or will we both drown in the raging tempest?

I was prepping the ceremonial cloak for our seventh mating anniversary. The front door suddenly banged open. My son rushed inside, tears streaming down his face. "The teacher yelled at me," he sobbed. He shoved the wrinkled drawing into my hands before burying his face in my shirt. I smoothed out the paper to see what the drama was about. It was a sketch of a faceless woman titled: The Substitute Mom. My heart stopped as I read the scribbles underneath. "Daddy said she is the backup." "She does the chores but gets no wages." "The Real Mom is responsible for being beautiful and guarding the treasury." My fingertips turned ice-cold against the paper. My mate, Ethan, had just returned from a patrol. He kissed my forehead. "What did our pup draw?" The next second, his smile froze when he saw the content. His voice tightened, and he reached out to snatch the book. "He watches too many cartoons! He's writing nonsense!" I stared at the man I had shared a den with for seven years. He looked like a stranger now. If I was the substitute. Who was this beautiful real mother? And where had my true son been all these years?