Flying Monkey Adalah

Ferdi adalah seorang yang dipercaya untuk mengelola sebuah restoran besar dan mewah, dia juga dibantu satu temannya. Hanya saja mereka juga masih tidak mengetahui siapa pemilik dari restoran tempatnya bekerja. Setiap hari, Ferdi selalu mengeluh tentang istrinya yang hanya tamatan SMK dan bukan seorang wanita karir, tanpa dia tahu kalau istrinya adalah pemiliknya, dan dia hanyalah pelayan. Yuk ikuti kisah selanjutnya.

Setiap hari pertengkaran dan perdebatan. Itulah yang terjadi dalam rumah tanggaku. Sedikit saja masalah, seketika menjadi pertikaian yang hebat. Ya Allah aku lelah! Berdosakah jika aku memilih mundur? Tak ada bayangan masa depan yang cerah jika aku bertahan dengan lelaki yang selalu membuat goresan luka. Belum lagi, biaya sekolah anak. Aku tak mau anakku tak menempuh pendidikan yang tinggi. Anakku harus lebih dariku. Harus! Aku segera masuk ke dalam kamar. Meraih sepucuk surat dari Abah. Lelaki cinta pertamaku. Surat yang baru saja sampai tadi pagi. Dalam surat ini berisi, Abah memintaku segera pulang, karena warisan akan segera di bagi dengan kakak dan adikku. Aku tak mau, Mas Bima tahu hal ini. Karena jika ia tahu, bisa jadi akan dia kuasai dan aku hanya gigit jari. Bismillah ... aku harus segera pulang, hanya bersama Azkia, bagaimanapun caranya. Ya Allah ... aku lelah!

Hua Ming Lan, istri seorang perdana menteri dari zaman kuno, dijebak hingga nyaris mati. Setelah koma selama lima hari, dia bangun kembali dengan kepribadian yang bertolak belakang? Sebenarnya, apa yang terjadi?

Yan Zhiyao terbangun dalam tubuh Shen Ruoyao, seorang putri yang sakit-sakitan, wajah menua sebelum waktunya, dan nasib tragis yang telah ia ketahui dari novel yang pernah ia baca. Dalam cerita aslinya, Ruoyao hanyalah pion yang dilupakan, mati perlahan, tanpa pernah benar-benar memiliki kendali atas hidupnya sendiri. Zhiyao menolak takdir itu. Dengan ketenangan yang tak mencolok, ia mulai memahami racun yang menggerogoti tubuhnya, membongkar konspirasi yang tersembunyi di balik perawatan, dan perlahan mengambil kembali kendali atas nasibnya. Bagi Ling Xiaochen, Pangeran Perang yang ditakuti banyak orang, pernikahan ini tak lebih dari aliansi politik dengan seorang wanita lemah. Namun semakin lama ia mengamati istrinya, semakin sulit baginya untuk mengabaikan ketenangan berbahaya di balik kelembutan yang tampak rapuh. Zhiyao tidak pernah berniat menarik perhatiannya. Namun ketika sang pangeran mulai melindunginya dengan cara yang terlalu personal… ketika jarak di antara mereka semakin sulit dijaga… permainan berbahaya pun dimulai.

My roommate won first prize in the national lottery, a full 100 million dollars. She quit her job on the spot, blocked her boss, and said to me, "Amanda, from now on, we'll live in Luxuria Heights, eating the best food and living it up." We went on shopping sprees at Hermès and treated Michelin restaurants like our daily canteen. On moving day, she told me to go ahead to the top-floor luxury apartment and wait for her. She said she needed to pick up a package. Excited, I entered the password she had given me. "Beep. Incorrect password." I was just about to try again. Then, the door opened. The person who came out was not my roommate but a stranger in a suit. He looked at me and frowned. "Who are you? Why do you have the password to my home?" I was stunned. "This is Lydia Zaydn's apartment. Who are you?" The man's expression turned strange. "Lydia Zaydn? I've lived here for five years. I've never heard of that name."

After a venomous snake bites me, my husband, Daniel Dawson, injects the only antivenom into my adopted sister, Grace Winton. Before I black out, I see my parents, Daniel, and my son, Ethan Dawson, all gathered around Grace, while I lie alone on the grass, completely ignored. When I come to, my colleague shakes his head and tells me the toxin has already spread. Within 48 hours, my body will begin to rot from the inside, and I'll die in unbearable pain. I give up the conservative plan and swallow a potent painkiller instead. Over the next two days, I transfer the hospital my grandfather gave me and every asset in my name to Grace. I divorce Daniel and place both his and Ethan's hands into Grace's. When I put Grace's name on the amyotrophic lateral sclerosis treatment protocol I've spent five years developing, they finally smile, hold my hand, and tell me we're finally a real family. I stay silent and only smile at them. I wonder what their faces will look like two days later when they see my body.

How rich can a person be? My wife is incredibly rich. People call her "The Queen of Cloudridge" because nearly half the city's properties are owned by her. We've been married for five years, and every time she goes out to meet her first love, she transfers a property to my name. By the time I have 99 homes in my name, she suddenly notices that something has changed. I no longer cry, beg, or ask her to stay. I simply choose the finest mansion in all of Cloudridge, bring the property deed with me, and wait for her to sign it. She signs the papers, and for the first time, she softens. "When I get back, let's go watch the fireworks together." I quietly tuck the agreement away and hum in response. But I never tell her what she's really signed this time. It's not a property deed. It's our divorce agreement.

I volunteer to be the mate of Carl Wood, the Alpha of the Nightfall pack, as a direct measure to resolve the conflict between our two packs. He marks me on a full moon night. His gaze is so fervent in that moment that I interpret his look as a genuine sign of his attraction. Carl personally leads the elite fighters across the border two years later. He grabs my head, making me witness the gruesome dismantling of my mother, father, and brother by the pack; his gaze is alight with vengeful satisfaction. "Did your father show mercy during our youth when he destroyed my pack, Aria? Do you truly believe that having you here is enough to make up for this vengeance?" Carl assumes the position as the most powerful Alpha of the northern region, with Selena Hall established at his side as his Luna. I am kept barely alive, imprisoned in the depths of the dungeon in the pack. If I attempt to end my life, Carl retrieves the bones of a relative from the cemetery and incinerates them right in front of me, bellowing with bloodshot eyes, "You're not allowed to die unless I allow you to, Aria!" I immediately cease all resistance after that. Carl's heart was pierced by a silver-tipped arrow during his escape years ago. I had to implore the dark witch to use dark magic and substitute my sound heart for his. There are only three days left before the poison completely takes hold of me.

To protect his biological child, the mafia Don deliberately announces to the world that my fiance is his long-lost son. A Rolls-Royce pulls up outside my house. My fiance stares at his custom-tailored suit, his entire body trembling with excitement. I'm about to tell him it's all a lie when he shoves me aside and brushes off his sleeves with disgust, like he's touching something filthy. "Stay away from me. I can smell the poverty on you from here!" "Since I'm the Don's son, our engagement is over. An unwanted nobody like you isn't even fit to lick my boots." I try to explain, but he pulls out a check and slams it against my face—the sharp paper edge slices across my cheek. "Here's a million dollars. Consider it a breakup fee, and don't bother me again. We're not from the same world anymore." Watching the check flutter down into the mud, I quietly dim my phone screen. On it is a text from my father, the mafia Don. "Mia cara figlia, bear with it a little longer. Papa will bring you home soon to take over the family." Since he wants to burn every bridge between us, fine. He can have all this fortune on a silver platter. Whether he'll live long enough to enjoy it is another question entirely.

How rich could a person get? My husband was extremely wealthy. The world knew him as Yvan Ellison, the person who owned nearly half of Ember City's real estate. In the five years of our marriage, he would transfer a property to my name whenever he went out for a rendezvous with his true love. By the time I owned ninety-nine properties, he suddenly realized that I had changed. I no longer cried or caused a scene. I did not beg him to stay home. I simply chose the best villa in Ember City, held the property transfer agreement in my hands, and waited for him to sign. When he finally did, he showed the first hint of softness in years. "When I get back, I'll take you to see the fireworks." I obediently put the agreement away and gave a soft hum. I just did not tell him that this time, the document he signed… was our divorce papers.