Gebrüder Heinemann

Vesa Araya tak pernah mengerti alasan ayah kandungnya, Valentino Araya, membuang dirinya ke London, Inggris. Yang Vesa ketahui, sejak dia masih kecil dia tinggal bersama dengan kakek dan neneknya di negara itu. Sedangkan ayahnya malah menetap di Indonesia. Sang ayah hanya mengunjungi dirinya ke Inggris setahun sekali dan dia melarang sang putra untuk pergi Indonesia. Suatu ketika, Vesa yang tidak sanggup lagi menahan rasa penasarannya, memutuskan untuk nekad pergi ke Indonesia untuk menemui sang ayah. Betapa kaget dirinya kala mengetahui ayah kandungnya itu ternyata seorang miliarder yang sangat terkenal. Jika Valentino sekaya itu, kenapa dia membiarkan sang putra hidup secara sederhana di Inggris? Dan kenapa seolah-olah Valentino tidak ingin orang-orang mengetahui keberadaan putranya? Sebenarnya apa yang disembunyikan oleh Valentino dari sang putra? Bisakah Vesa mendapatkan jawaban-jawaban mengenai teka-teki itu? -sequel dari Sang Miliarder yang Tersembunyi-

Aria was born wrong—an impure wolf with no pack, no status, and no future. After her father’s death, she became little more than a servant in her own home, hated by her stepmother and treated like a burden. So when a stranger offers a generous dowry for her hand, Aria is sold like cattle. Her stepmother assumes he’s just another desperate rogue looking for a mate. She couldn’t be more wrong. Alpha Draven—The Shadow Alpha—is the most feared name in the werewolf world. Ruthless. Dominant. Untouchable. And he didn’t marry Aria for love. On their wedding night, he lays out the truth: He doesn’t want her heart. He doesn’t want her loyalty. He wants an heir. Aria refuses to be used. But when Draven threatens to expose her impurity and destroy the fragile life she has left, she’s forced into a chilling agreement—bear his child, and he’ll give her protection for life. But in the shadow of power, nothing is ever that simple. He wanted her womb. He never expected her fire. She agreed to carry his heir— She might just carry his downfall.

(Pertarungan+Persaingan dalam Istana+Balas Dendam+Pernikahan Pengganti+Cinta Bersemi Setelah Menikah) Nadine, adik kembar Nabila disiksa dan bunuh diri sebelum menikah dengan Kaisar. Sebagai satu-satunya putri Keluarga Feno yang masih tersisa, Nabila harus melepas pakaian tentaranya dan menikah dengan Kaisar. Kaisar mempunyai selir kesayangan yang sudah meninggal. Dia lantas mencari selir-selir yang mempunyai sedikit kesamaan dengan mendiang selir tersebut. Kaisar hanya mencintai satu selir yang paling mirip dengan mendiang selir kesayangannya, yaitu Selir Utama Kekaisaran. Nabila sama sekali tidak mirip dengan selir itu. Para penghuni istana yakin Nabila pasti akan dicampakkan cepat atau lambat. Siapa sangka di tahun kedua pernikahan, perpisahan mengancam rumah tangga mereka. Bukan karena Kaisar yang ingin mencampakkan Ratu, tapi Ratu sendirilah yang ingin berpisah dengan Kaisar. Malam itu, Kaisar menarik pakaian Ratu dengan erat dan berkata, "Kalau kamu mau pergi, langkahi dulu mayatku!" Para selir menangis dengan keras, mereka menghalangi Kaisar dan berkata, "Ratu, jangan tinggalkan kami! Kalau Ratu mau pergi, bawa kami pergi dari sini juga!"

Acordei e tinha 28 anos novamente. Eu tinha herdeiros gêmeos, e meu marido era Santino, o Don da máfia mais temido de Veridia. Ele chefiava a Comissão das Cinco Famílias. Sua presença marcante era constante na capa da revista mais exclusiva do submundo por várias edições consecutivas. Até as mais tradicionais famílias valerianas faziam fila para oferecer suas filhas a ele. Todas as mulheres de Altoria invejavam a minha sorte. Mas a primeira coisa que fiz depois de acordar foi pegar os papéis do divórcio, ainda com a tinta fresca, e entregá-los à sua paixão de infância, Jessy. — Meu advogado vai cuidar do divórcio. As propriedades e os bens são seus. Santino é seu. As crianças também são suas. Sentada à minha frente, Jessy não conseguia acreditar, com os olhos arregalados de choque. — Você enlouqueceu, Alessia? Isso é algum tipo de brincadeira? — Como uma mulher que foi Donna por seis anos pode abrir mão de tudo tão facilmente? Abaixei o olhar, com o tom calmo. — Já que todos preferem você, achei que era hora de sair de cena. — Basta fazer Santino assinar e pressionar o anel de sinete sobre o selo de cera. — Quando o divórcio for finalizado, eu deixarei Veridia para sempre. Desta vez, eu não cometeria o mesmo erro. Eu nunca mais seria uma Donna só de nome.

On the day of the wedding, my best friend, Elena Hartman, can't bear to part with me, so she threads my wedding shoes with a string and ties them snugly around her slim waist. The groomsmen turn the whole place upside down, and we end up late for the ceremony. She eventually cracks up and tugs at her billowy bridesmaid dress, revealing the outline of the shoes at her waist. "I dare you to come take them. As long as I'm here, she's not getting married!" My fiancé, Miles Lawson, shakes his head and chuckles. "You just love tormenting us, don't you?" Miles exchanges a look with the groomsmen, and they charge at her at the same time. She squeals as she falls back onto the bed, squirming under her layers of tulle. "Don't be so rough! I'm ticklish…" The groomsmen flush bright red. Miles' ears turn scarlet as he feels around her waist. She giggles even louder. "How are you going to undo it through all these layers? Use your head!" Then, she gasped. "That tickles!" Her theatrics make my temper flare. I spring to my feet, lift her skirt, and rip the wedding shoes right off her. "If you're that ticklish, smack yourself with a slipper. Drop the act, or I'll yank out the nerves that make you ticklish!"

All my memories are the same for as long as I can remember. Pain, abuse, and being torn down by those who were supposed to care for me the most. All them intermingle and stab at my heart and self-esteem, attempting to turn my very soul to ice. However, amongst all the pain and suffering, there is a moment in time when I truly felt like maybe I wasn't such a wretched existence. And in those memories, it is always the same person that is by my side. The boy with the dark hair that is just a bit too long and stormy gray eyes that take me in as if I'm the most precious existence he has ever laid eyes on. Maybe if this boy hadn't reached out a hand that day I wouldn't have survived, but now I can't even consider looking him in the eye if we ever meet again as I fear seeing that smile and that look of complete and utter devotion being given to someone like me who no longer deserves it.

Crazy, unpredictable, mischievous, dangerously sexy, and extremely deadly. Dyrroth Hales is a possessive and obsessed two-faced billionaire vampire. But in front of his childhood friend Ruthie, he is the most caring, kind, and understanding best friend. In short, he is a wolf in sheep's clothing. He will make sure that he has Ruthie all for himself. There is just one problem, Ruthie is not as simple as people thought her to be. She may be kind and naive sometimes, but she has a dark secret and a bloody past that even the smitten Dyrroth Hales will never dare unlock.

“Open your eyes and see no matter where you run to, you shall forever be my captive!” Betrayed by her mate and her best friend, she ends up sold to Alpha Derek, a ruthless terrifying Hybrid king whose goal is to force her to pay the price for her parents' mistakes. A breeder contract was signed with him, she was naïve to think that was the end of the story but alas, once her baby is born, she’ll be put to death. She thought there would be an escape. But he locked her in his arms, gazed at her with fiery eyes and growled, “Mate!” A possessive Hybrid King who’s willing to set the world ablaze for his mate, and a desperate ex-mate who wants her back.

This story is about a girl trying to save herself from all the things that's weighing her down. From the brokenness and the pain and all the depression and anxiety. This story is about striving after giving up. This would tell a tale about having hope in the middle of nothingness and seeing light amidst the darkness. A journey of death trying to find life.

Cela fait neuf ans que Dante et moi respectons le Mois sans maître. L’héritier désigné de la famille Corinni est convaincu que cela permettra à notre relation de durer plus longtemps. Chaque année, pendant le mois qui suit l’anniversaire de notre relation, il est libre, et nous restons hors de la vie l’un de l’autre. Si l’un de nous trouve quelqu’un de plus approprié, nous sommes censés lui souhaiter le meilleur. Sinon, au bout d’un mois, nous reprenons simplement les choses là où elles en étaient. Autour de moi, les hommes de la Famille font gicler le champagne sans la moindre retenue. « À une nouvelle année de liberté ! Félicitations à notre Boss, qui retrouve son statut de célibataire ! » « Les paris de la Famille sont ouverts ! Misez à gauche si vous pensez qu’ils finiront quand même mariés, et à droite si vous pensez que c’est terminé pour de bon ! » À travers le voile trouble de fumée de cigare, j’étais assise dans un coin du canapé en cuir, observatrice glaciale, comme si toute cette farce n’avait absolument rien à voir avec moi. La main de Dante enserrait la taille de Scarlett quand il m’a frôlée en murmurant : « Ne te fais pas d’idées. Tu resteras toujours ma seule Donna. Tu es comme un cerf-volant. Peu importe jusqu’où tu t’envoles, la ficelle reste toujours dans ma main. » J’ai posé mes doigts glacés contre le léger arrondi de mon ventre, le visage vide de toute expression. Dante, cette fois, à la table des paris de la Famille, je mise sur « la fin ». Je vais disparaître complètement de ton monde. Cette ficelle de cerf-volant dont tu es si fier ? Ce soir, c’est moi qui vais la couper.