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Two months remained until debut evaluation night. Before our unit performance, our main dancer suddenly offered me her center position. I stared at her, confused, "The trainers always praise your stage presence. Why give up your spot?" "You... you deserve center more than I do." Her smile was painfully forced, and she was fidgeting with her practice clothes - obviously not saying what she really felt. Puzzled by her strange behavior, I asked, "Are my moves too big? Am I making it hard for you to perform?" She suddenly started shaking, looking at me with pure fear in her eyes. After what felt like forever, she finally choked out, "Please, just stop. I won't try to compete with you for center anymore!"

Lil Ward was given a task by an old man named Cain. His mission was to eradicate a hundred wicked people in the world. He realized that killing people was an unjust thing itself, but though he didn't want to kill, he could not control his power that was forcing him to commit the heinous crime. Lil became busy helping people, but he was also killing those bad people. One day, he met a girl named Kaila Breaks, with whom he didn't expect to fall in love. Lil hid everything about his power from Kaila, because he knew that she would leave him if she knew that he was a murderer. In contrast to Lil's expectations, Kaila also had a power from the wicked woman named Alicia. Kaila was also using her power to kill those bad people, because of the task that was given to her by Alicia. One day, the path of Lil and Kaila would meet. The hundredth people that they needed to kill was themselves in order to get rid from the curses of Cain and Alicia. The tale will tell you how Lil and Kaila were destined to fight against each other. Will they change their fate? Who will sacrifice oneself to make the other survive? Will they just let destiny decide everything? Which one is more important to them, love or freedom?

When Ayden Baldwin ignored me, who was stuck in an elevator, freaking out from claustrophobia, just so he could deliver cold medicine to his assistant, I filed for divorce. Ayden signed his name without hesitation and smiled at his friend. "She's just throwing a tantrum. Her parents are gone. I'm all that she's left. She won't leave me. "Besides, isn't there a thirty-day cooling-off period? If she regrets it, I'll be the bigger person and take her back." The next day, he posted a lovey-dovey pic with his assistant, captioned: "Capturing every shy moment of yours." Counting the days, I packed up my belongings and made a phone call. "Uncle, please book me a ticket to Burville."

After being Nelson Jackson’s devoted simp for five years, Sarah Paterson became pregnant. Just as she was excitedly waiting for him to propose, Nelson had a change of heart when his high school sweetheart returned from studying abroad. Sarah didn't fight to keep the relationship. Instead, she went straight to the hospital, had an abortion, and immediately agreed to the arranged marriage her family had set up with a business partner's son. But Nelson came to regret his decision. He begged Sarah to keep his child, but she only gave him two words in response. "Too late."

For six years of marriage, Cyran Valehart and I lived with measured respect, as if we were partners holding the same scale in perfect balance. For the sake of my equestrian career, I refused to have children. He shouldered the gossip, endured the judgment, and stood beside me without hesitation. But when I rode into what should have been my final international competition, he went back home with his first love—her hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. "All these years, you chose the horses over me," he spat. "That damned competition meant more to you than our family ever did." His voice shook with righteous anger, but his next words cut far deeper. "Six years ago, I abandoned Celia once. Now she carries my child. I won't betray her again." In that instant, my marriage became nothing but a title. I was reduced to a wife in name only, a figurehead in his home, a shadow he no longer cared to see. During the very competition meant to crown my life's work, Cyran laced a sharp needle beneath my saddle, each stride of my horse a fresh stab of pain meant to break us both. I lost the match. My horse collapsed with a shattered leg. And in that fall, my dream and my marriage were crushed together—ruined by the very man who once swore to protect them. Later, he paid with everything he had, desperate to make amends. But no matter what he sacrificed, Cyran Valehart was already behind me, nothing more than a ghost I would never turn to face again.

Dari dua kasus yang terjadi tujuh belas tahun silam, Johan menemukan berbagai keganjilan yang menuntunnya pada kejadian-kejadian supranatural. Keberadaan bayi yang dulu dibuang di depan panti asuhan, kini sudah tumbuh menjadi sosok pemuda yang meminta Johan untuk mengungkap keberadaan kedua orang tuanya. Dalam penyelidikannya Johan menemukan sebuah kenyataan yang sulit dia terima dengan akal sehatnya. Semakin dalam Johan menyelidiki kasusnya, semakin merujuk pada sebuah sekte lama yang menyimpan banyak misteri. Mampukah Johan mengungkap identitas orang tua pemuda itu? Sedangkan Johan hanya mempunyai Satu-satunya petunjuk pada selembar saputangan.

I’d been in love with Cassian Cross—my brother’s best friend, the one and only mafia boss in the NYC—for as long as I could remember. On the night of my twentieth birthday, my brother promised me a surprise. I didn’t expect that surprise to be a very drunk, very kissable Cassian. One reckless night. One baby boy. Cassian agreed to marry me after giving birth. But the day I gave birth to Leo, Cassian said nothing. He just packed up and vanished to France for nearly five years. Then he returned with Alessia. His first love. And when she saw Leo and me, she ran away and disappeared. After that, Cassian never left my side. Like he was trying to be the man I needed all along, that we were finally going to have our chance. But fairytales are lies wrapped in pretty paper. On Leo’s sixth birthday, we were driving to dinner. The brakes failed. The car spun onto the highway, flames licking at the engine. Cassian got out. And then he locked the door. “If it weren’t for you, Alessia would still be by my side. Now? It’s your turn to suffer.” It wasn’t until that moment I understood—Cassian had never loved me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my twenties birthday. Cassian was in my bed, exactly where I’d left him in the past. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I ran. And on my way out, I made the call I should’ve made the first time. To Alessia.

For both Hayley and Kenji's freedom and the things at risk, they had to tie the holy knot. Although they are now married, they still hate each other and there is one rule they made for themselves and that's to mind your own damn business. But could they mind their own businesses when they are living together and are partners of a heavenly crime called fake love.

Sejak kecil, hidupnya dibentuk oleh kehilangan dan pengabaian. Ia dilahirkan dari seorang ibu yang mati dalam cinta yang tidak membahagiakan, dan seorang ayah yang menolaknya hanya karena ia perempuan. Terabaikan oleh ibu, terluka oleh ayah, ia tumbuh dengan keyakinan bahwa perasaan adalah kemewahan yang tidak dimiliki orang sepertinya. Ia dibesarkan oleh nenek dari pihak ibu—seorang perempuan tua yang lembut dan penyayang—yang mengajarkannya untuk tetap menjadi manusia, meski dunia tidak pernah adil. Dari kehidupan keras itulah ia belajar membaca keadaan, memahami orang, dan mengasah kecerdasannya secara diam-diam. Bukan lewat sekolah, melainkan dari lingkungan, percakapan, dan pengamatan yang tajam. Ketika ia bekerja sebagai pelayan di rumah seorang bangsawan muda, ia membawa prinsip sederhana: tidak berharap, tidak melanggar batas, dan tidak jatuh cinta. Ia sadar sepenuhnya akan rendahnya posisi sosialnya. Ia dingin bukan karena tak punya hati, melainkan karena terlalu memahami risiko. Namun ketenangan dan kecerdasannya justru mengusik sang tuan—seorang pewaris bangsawan yang terikat adat, kuasa, dan rencana pernikahan politik. Hubungan mereka tumbuh perlahan, berjarak, dan penuh rintangan. Bukan kisah cinta yang gegabah, melainkan pertarungan batin antara realitas sosial dan perasaan yang tak pernah diminta. Di tengah intrik istana, gosip, hukuman, dan rahasia masa lalu yang perlahan terbuka, ia dipaksa menghadapi pilihan berat: tetap bertahan sebagai perempuan yang aman dalam keterbatasan, atau mempertaruhkan dirinya pada cinta yang mungkin—atau mungkin tidak—akan menghormatinya sebagai setara.

Soon after I came back to the country, someone slapped me right across the face in broad daylight, yelling that I was a mistress. A crowd of reporters closed in, pelting me with questions about whether Chandler Armstrong, CEO of Armstrong Industries, was keeping me as his mistress. I was stunned speechless for a moment, but then I pulled out my wedding photo with Chandler from seven years ago and held it up. "What are you talking about? I'm his wife!" The crowd went silent, and the woman who'd slapped me turned white as a sheet. Only then did I finally get it: while I'd been overseas, Chandler had been openly involved with an actress, and everyone in his social circle had already decided she was the future Mrs. Armstrong. Today, they all came expecting to confront a mistress—only to find out that I was actually his wife. Later, Chandler tried to justify it. "Alina, you've been out of the country for years. I'm a man, and I have needs. She's just a B-list actress; it's not like she threatens your position. Why should you be upset? Just let it go," he said. "Don't make a scene." I handed him the divorce papers. "You make me sick."