Franky Family

The day that I divorced my third husband, the system told me that I had completely failed my mission. I had married three times in this world and they were all targets that were supposed to fall for me. But every single one of them chose to divorce me because of Wendy Somerfield. The system pitied me for doing my best for the past 30 years, so it asked me to target my son. It said that if my son could confidently choose me, between me and Wendy, then I could live. However, it was no exception that the son I gave birth to after 40 weeks of pregnancy chose Wendy, just like my three ex-husbands. They all even pinned the cause of Wendy's illness on me. My first husband, who was my childhood sweetheart, pretended to be softhearted, but he was actually ruthless. He actually tried to convince me to donate one of my kidneys to Wendy. My second husband, who I met on a blind date, used a scalpel to personally cut open my body. My third husband, who I fell in love with at first sight, even threatened me with my son. While spitting out blood from my mouth, I agreed to their requests with a smile. However, when they saw me being pushed out of the operating room, those people who turned their backs on me went crazy.

My daughter has leukemia and desperately needs a bone marrow donor. After a blood test, it turns out my blood type doesn't match hers. However, my husband's blood type does. This confuses me. I gave birth to her, so how could my blood type not be a match for hers? I'm puzzled by this when my long-lost best friend suddenly appears with her son, who's about my daughter's age. She wants him to do a blood test to see whether it matches my daughter's.

After failing the mission, the System gave me one final chance, and to succeed, I had to give birth to a child. The System promised that if the baby were born safely, it would reveal the truth to my target and give me one last glimmer of hope. However, six months into my pregnancy, just when things seemed stable, I was dragged onto an operating table in the middle of the night by my husband and family. My husband stopped the anesthesiologist from giving me any pain relief. “Let her feel the pain,” he said coldly. “We need to keep the kidneys as fresh as possible.” My parents instructed the doctor to draw my blood. “She’s the same blood type as our precious girl. Let’s take some for backup.” Even my childhood friend, the boy who had always been by my side, was the one to slice open my abdomen.  They wanted my kidneys to save my sister, who was dying from kidney failure. No one believed I was pregnant. No matter how much I begged, they went ahead with the operation, tearing me open. The baby couldn’t survive, and I died on that operating table. However, as my soul began to fade away, something strange happened. Those who had murdered me—my husband, my parents, my so-called friend—they all lost their minds.

My husband brings a pregnant Meryl Cleat home and lies to me, claiming that she's his stepmother. I'm wholly against the idea, but she says, "The children will call you their mother when they're born, so you don't have to go through the pain of childbirth. Think about how lucky you are, experiencing motherhood without the suffering!" I demand a divorce in the heat of the moment; Meryl is so infuriated by this that she faces labor complications and later dies. Out of guilt, I become a stay-at-home mother to care for her two super male kids. Yet they scaled me with boiling water and blind me in one eye. My health deteriorates under their intense torment, and I'm diagnosed with uremia. That's when I accidentally discover Meryl isn't my stepmother—she's my husband's mistress! I'm in despair when I return home. To make matters worse, I catch her—when she's supposed to be dead—and my husband in bed together. Her two super male sons ultimately stab me to death. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day she fakes her death!

Di jantung kepulauan yang menyimpan warisan mitos dan legenda, sebuah kegelapan purba bangkit dari kedalaman yang terlupakan, mengancam untuk menelan cahaya harmoni. Dia adalah Kai, seorang pemuda dengan kemampuan misterius untuk mendengar suara alam, yang menyadari ada bahaya yang sedang mengintai. Perjalanannya membawanya melintasi lanskap magis Tanah Air dan Samudra yang luas, mengungkap rahasia kuno dan membangkitkan kekuatan tersembunyi di dalam dirinya. Dari bisikan roh hutan hingga melodi Siren yang memikat, dan keheningan menakutkan di jantung kegelapan, Kai harus mempelajari melodi dan menari antara cahaya dan bayangan. Akankah ia mampu mengungkap misteri kegelapan dan menyelamatkan kepulauan ini sebelum terlambat, ataukah ia akan hilang ditelan legenda yang lebih tua dari waktu itu sendiri?

Kara Blue is a fifteen year old pariah, whom has been running away all her life after her Mom was allegedly taken away ten years ago. Ten years later and all grown up now, Kara is on a quest for answers as she dives into some personal investigation concerning her Mom's whereabouts, in the process she stumbles on some sketchy information and finds out secrets regarding her true identity and the circumstances surrounding her Father's death that changes her life forever.

"Mega tidak mau, Bi, Mega tidak mau menikah kontrak apa lagi sampai memiliki anak, dan nantinya Mega harus melepaskan anak itu begitu saja?" Selalu dianggap benalu oleh keluarganya, dan dengan penuh keterpaksaan Mega yang harus tinggal dengan yang bukan orang tuanya membuat Mega hidup dalam tekanan setiap harinya. Hingga akhirnya dengan berat hati Mega pun setuju menjadi ibu pengganti bagi pasangan kaya raya, sampai hidupnya berubah dalam satu malam. Mega hanya membutuhkan uang untuk menyelamatkan keluarganya, tidak pernah terpikir bahwa rahimnya akan membawa janin pewaris keluarga kaya raya. Namun di balik kontrak perjanjian yang tebal dan aturan yang ketat, Mega justru terjebak dalam badai perasaan yang tak pernah ia rencanakan. Awan, sang suami dingin perlahan mulai menunjukkan perhatian yang tak semestinya. Sementara istrinya, Amelia, lama kelamaan merasa tak suka melihat suaminya dan ibu pengganti itu berada terlalu dekat. Di dalam rumah megah yang terasa seperti istana, Mega harus menjalani beribu kepahitan, di tengah cinta yang tak boleh dimiliki, dan kebencian yang makin mengakar. Akankah Mega sanggup menuntakan tugasnya?

My husband was praised by my friends as the perfect husband in the world. Everyone said he loved me to death and practically put me on a pedestal. Then came my prenatal checkup. My older cousin, Catherina Bow, called him with a farewell message before attempting suicide. Without hesitation, he abandoned me and rushed off in panic. I was six months pregnant at that time. My mother expected me to be the bigger person and “lend” my husband to Catherina, who was depressed. My brother snapped at me, "The only reason you’re still in this house is because Catherina spoke up for you. Whatever she wants, you should give it to her!" I found it absurd. I was supposed to be their family. She was nothing but a cuckoo in my nest. When I finally decided to walk away from all of them, they regretted their actions.

I'm undressed and bound to a testing table when my family comes to pick me up. A thick, sharp needle pierces into my neck. A drug is administered into my blood, and the pain almost makes me lose consciousness. Behind me, I can feel a man's cold hands stroking my skin amorously. Before me, several people are staring at me. They point at me and treat me like an educational instrument. I tremble in fear and curl up on the testing table in pain. Three years ago, my brother sent me to Mykorra's war zone to stand up for Yvette Sanders. Those were the three most insulting and torturous years of my life. They burned away my hope for kinship but not my desire for survival. As the hands roam lower on my body, I bite my lip so hard that I almost draw blood. As the hands start to go overboard, someone knocks on the door. "Wendy Sanders, your brother is here for you."

After spending six months overseas expanding business, I had just closed a deal worth ten billion. Casually scrolling through the news, a headline made me stop dead in my tracks. [Shocking! Illegitimate Daughter Provokes Meyer Family Heiress, Teacher and Classmates Punish Her!] In the video, my daughter Maeve stood in the freezing snow wearing nothing but a tattered dress, her body covered in bruises. She was being forced to endure the cold, her little frame shivering uncontrollably. A female teacher poked at Maeve's head, ordering the entire class to call her a shameless illegitimate child. Maeve sobbed, insisting she wasn't, but all she got in return was crueler, more mocking laughter from everyone around her. Then a chubby little boy ran up and slapped her across the face. "Your mom's a mistress, and you're a filthy illegitimate child! You're both just gutter rats!" The teacher didn't stop him—she clapped her hands in approval. "That's right! The Meyer family heir isn't something just any nobody gets to pretend to be." "Besides, Mrs. Meyer picks up Clarisse every single day. Look at her—so elegant, clearly classy. And your homewrecker of a mother? Pathetic. She's not even in the same league." When I heard that last line, I slammed my laptop shut, shaking with rage. I turned to my assistant. "Book me the fastest private jet home. I want to see for myself exactly when Aaron, that worthless husband of mine, managed to father an illegitimate child."