Five Leaf Clover

Seven years into our marriage, my husband, Lucas Thorne, is hailed as a legendary astronomer in the field of astronomy. It is no secret that he absolutely adores me, his wife. He always keeps a polite, distant demeanor with those around him. Even when his new assistant, Serena Cox, asks for his number, he coldly turns her down. In the year he proposed to me, he named a star "LAW", which was an acronym for "Lucas Adores Wilma". Since then, every asteroid he discovers is named with initials that hold a special significance only the two of us know. To others, they might just be scientific achievements. But to me, they are unspoken love letters. This goes on until this morning, when I stumble upon an unfamiliar phone. I unlock it easily with my middle name, thinking it's yet another quiet gesture of his love. But to my horror, I find a string of explicit messages between him and another woman. The person who was at the receiving end of those messages was none other than… Serena, his assistant.

Dakota Stelter and I tumbled down that steep ravine together. I lay there bleeding and broken, only to watch my boyfriend scoop her into his arms and walk away without a backward glance. He left me. In that moment, in every way that mattered. While everyone fussed over Dakota's scratches, no one even checked if I was still breathing. When I was finally rescued and recovering at the hospital, my boyfriend didn't even visit. I was hurt. So I moved on. Piece by piece, I rebuilt myself without him. But then he became distraught. Suddenly, he was sobbing, telling me he had always loved me.

After eight years of loving him in vain, my boyfriend, Gilbert Hughes, finally proposed. The wedding is set for a week from now. However, just as I'm happily preparing for it, I accidentally overhear a conversation between him and his friends. "I have to give it to Gilbert. The moment he proposes, his first love, Cheryl, gets restless." "But now that Cheryl's back, what are you going to do with your girlfriend?" Gilbert pauses for a moment, then replies casually, "It's fine. I'm not actually going to register my marriage with Jennifer. At worst, I'll just hold a wedding and play along." At the party the next day, he wraps his arm around me dotingly and socializes with our guests. Yet, the moment Cheryl Manning runs out in tears, he instantly lets go of me and chases after her in a panic. I follow quietly and watch them embrace tightly in the dark, kissing each other deeply. With my heart completely shattered, I turn away and dial a number. "Want to get married? I need a groom."

I had been married to James Tennant for seven years. In that time, he had already kept twenty-nine mistresses, like pretty little canaries in gilded cages. Now, I saw the thirtieth one in our bedroom, young and draped in nothing but a bath towel, lounging across our bed. I turned to him and asked coldly, “Can’t get enough out there, huh? Did you really have to bring her home?” The girl deliberately tugged her towel lower, her pale skin showing as she sneered, “Mr. Tennant says you’re like a dead corpse in bed! He wanted me to teach you how to please a man.” That night, I was forced to watch their little performance right in front of me. The next morning, James was furious at my indifference, resenting me for not reacting. However, he seemed to forget that our marriage was nothing but a contract, and in just one week, that contract would expire.

Clover Alcantara is an average girl, struggling with financial problems all that she have wanted was a high paid job. With the recommendation of the old man she helped. Clover thought she hitted a jackpot, only to find herself stuck in a demon's lair. Lucifer Cadrus Costello a serious tycoon that wanted a child in behalf of a surrogacy. How will Clover deal with him? Will it be a simple negotiation? Or there'll be more into it. Her as his child's surrogate mother. Will Clover runaway like she did ten years ago?

On Valentine’s Day, someone stabbed my mother-in-law twenty times until she died. So, I took the murderer to court. My wife was a renowned lawyer, but she decided to defend him. I confronted her in anger, but she casually replied, “Derek’s younger brother is still a college student. Can’t you be a little more forgiving? “I’ll bring Derek and his younger brother along to visit your mother’s grave. Drop the charges. Don’t let this go to trial and embarrass me when you lose the case.” Looking at the mangled corpse full of stabbing wounds, I could not help but let out a bark of laughter. It looked like she was still unaware that the corpse was actually her own mother.

Setelah mengalami kecelakaan hebat, Clover entah bagaimana berpindah ke tubuh seorang pria bernama Aston. Namun, siapa sangka jika Aston adalah suami dari wanita yang sangat Clover cintai di masa lalu. Wanita yang berhasil membuat Clover hancur dan menyesal. Mendapatkan kesempatan kedua, haruskah Clover bermain peran sebagai Aston, ataukah dia tetap menjadi Clover? "Sebagai mafia paling kaya dan terkenal di negara ini, tentu saja aku akan mengambil opsi kedua! Aku memiliki harga diri yang tinggi, Sialan! Kenapa aku harus berpura-pura menjadi suami bodoh dan lemah seperti Aston?!"

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

"Di Balik Tirai Malam" adalah sebuah cerita misteri psikologis dengan elemen romansa yang kuat, berlatar di sebuah resor mewah di pulau terpencil yang diselimuti kabut hampir sepanjang tahun. Cerita ini mengikuti perjalanan Arden, seorang mantan psikoterapis yang melarikan diri ke pulau ini untuk menghindari masa lalu kelamnya. Di sana, ia bekerja sebagai pelayan malam di resor, menyembunyikan dirinya dari dunia luar. Namun, hidupnya berubah ketika ia bertemu dengan Celeste, seorang wanita misterius yang menyembunyikan rahasia besar. Celeste datang ke pulau dengan niat untuk menemukan seseorang yang menghancurkan hidupnya bertahun-tahun lalu, tanpa mengetahui bahwa orang tersebut adalah Arden. Pertemuan mereka membawa mereka ke dalam hubungan yang penuh gairah, ketegangan, dan pengungkapan emosional, sementara masing-masing berjuang dengan luka batin mereka sendiri. Seiring berjalannya waktu, mereka terjerat dalam permainan psikologis yang kompleks, di mana kepercayaan dan pengkhianatan menjadi satu. Di balik Tirai Malam, sebuah acara rahasia di resor yang mengundang tamu terpilih untuk mengeksplorasi sisi gelap diri mereka, mereka menemukan bahwa kabut yang menyelimuti pulau ini bukan hanya fenomena alam, tetapi metafora dari rahasia, penyesalan, dan perasaan yang terpendam. Di tengah misteri yang mengelilingi resor, kedekatan Arden dan Celeste mengungkapkan lebih dari sekadar percintaan—mereka harus menghadapi kenyataan tentang masa lalu mereka yang bisa menghancurkan mereka berdua. "Di Balik Tirai Malam" adalah sebuah cerita tentang penebusan, gairah yang membara, dan pencarian makna di antara kabut emosional yang mengaburkan kenyataan.

I was pregnant. On my way to deliver documents to Tristan Goldberg, a flash flood struck. Desperate, I dialed his number, praying he’d answer. After a few rings, the call connected. But instead of Tristan, a woman’s voice answered. "Tristan, whose number is this? Do you want to answer it?" There was a brief pause, and then Tristan’s voice, cold and indifferent, cut through. "It’s just my maid. Ignore it. Hang up." And just like that, the call disconnected. Staring at the torrent rising around me, my pulse quickened. I texted him, begging for him to send a rescue team. Minutes passed as the waters climbed to my waist, churning and relentless. Then, a message from Tristan finally appeared. Tristan: [What kind of ridiculous story are you making up now?] Tristan: [Emily, do you think you're eighteen, playing these childish games? I want that document in my hands within thirty minutes, or we're getting divorced.] A surge of terror shot through me as I looked up, catching sight of a heavy branch snapping loose and crashing down. In an instant, everything went dark.