Hat Fic

Namaku Vanilla Reane, seorang koki yang bekerja di sebuah Hotel Bintang lima di Jakarta. Aku sudah menikah, namun sebentar lagi akan cerai, karena suamiku selingkuh dengan sekretarisnya. Sedangkan aku sedang mengandung anaknya, aku tidak mau berlarut dalam kesedihan. Aku menceraikannya dan pindah ke sebuah pulau yang jauh dari Jakarta, pulau terpencil yang akan membuatku lebih tenang, dan membuat lembaran baru di sana. Pulau Bintang namanya, salah satu pulau yang ada di ujung Jawa, aku akan membuka restoran di sana. Namun satu hal yang membuatku terkejut, aku bertemu lelaki dengan paras yang benar-benar mirip dengan suamiku, bahkan di pertemuan pertama kita, aku memakinya, aku mengira mantan suamiku itu membuntutiku sampai di sini. Kepribadian mereka yang berbeda membuat aku yakin jika lelaki ini bukanlah suamiku. Pesonanya yang luar biasa, membuatku terpikat, entah apa selanjutnya, aku bahkan tidak tahu ending dari kisah ini.

A kidnapper's gun was pressed to Lena's temple and mine, the whole scene streaming live online. "Nolan," the kidnapper said, "your wife, Donna, or your first love. Only one of them walks away alive. Choose." On the other side of the screen, my husband, Don Nolan Winston, head of the Winston family, did not hesitate for even a second. "Let Lena go. As for that woman, do whatever you want with her." I looked into the camera and laughed until tears ran down my face. For seven years, I had stood by him as he rose from the Winston family's illegitimate son to the first Don of the Italvia mafia. I had taken knives for him, drunk with him, even lost a child along the way. So in the end, in his eyes, I had been nothing more than a pawn he could discard at any moment. "Did you hear that?" the kidnapper sneered at me. I turned and ran toward the cliff. Facing the camera, I spoke my final words. "Nolan, I'm giving this life back to you. We're even now."

Abian Bimantara. Anak kamu, Adrian Bimantara. Oke. Ini mengejutkan. Kediaman Bimantara dibuat gempar ketika sesosok bayi muncul di depan pintu rumah. Ditambah secarik kertas berisi sebaris kalimat yang menyatakan si bayi adalah keturunan keluarga Bimantara. O–wow! Seisi rumah heboh. Lalu, bagaimana reaksi si tersangka yang disebutkan dalam kertas? Siapa sebenarnya Abian? Ibunya? Orang tuanya?

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Vania adalah gadis cantik yang harus menjalani kisah hidup tragis. Dirinya harus terjebak oleh keegoisan dua pria bersaudara yang sama-sama memiliki rasa cinta kepadanya. Dari setiap masalah yang di hadapi, Vania harus jatuh bangun untuk menjalaninya. Dirinya tak pernah menyangka, setelah kebahagiaan menghampiri, dirinya harus di hadapkan kembali dengan seorang yang pernah hadir dalam masa lalunya. Mampukah Vania lepas dari jerat orang yang ingin masuk kembali kedalam kehidupannya?

I thought I was just an ordinary girl in a quiet town. Then I met Aiden Wolfe. He’s not like anyone I’ve ever known quiet, mysterious, and hiding something wild beneath his skin. I should’ve stayed away. Everyone warned me. But something about him pulled me in… and when he bit me, my whole world changed. Now I feel fire in my veins. I see things I shouldn’t. Creatures that shouldn’t exist. I’m being hunted for something I don’t even understand and Aiden may be the only one who can help me survive. This isn’t the life I chose. But the fire? The fire chose me.

Berbagai macam stigma, sosok ibu tiri digambarkan sebagai orang tua yang buruk, jahat dan menyeramkan. Namun faktanya, tidak semua ibu tiri itu jahat. Dia adalah Revalina Santoso. Sosok ibu tiri yang baik hati, dapat diandalkan dan menyayangi anak-anak dengan tulus. Namun siapa sangka, kebaikan yang diberikan oleh Revalina tidak selamanya diterima oleh anak-anak tirinya. Ia selalu diperlakukan tidak manusiawi ketika sang suami pergi bertugas. Bagi Revalina, menjadi ibu tiri itu bukan suatu hal yang mudah untuk dilakukan. Akan tetapi, diperlakukan seperti sampah terus-menerus membuat Revalina depresi. Dapatkah Revalina bertahan lama dalam penyiksaan yang diberikan oleh anak tirinya, sementara sang suami tidak ingin berpisah?

My girlfriend, Clara Sutton, had severe mysophobia. Before every intimate moment we shared, she required me to disinfect myself thoroughly in advance. She even set strict rules about how often we could kiss or sleep together, and how long it could last. Without her permission, I was not allowed to touch her. I had always believed she treated everyone this way. I even secretly felt relieved, thinking that I must have been somewhat special to her. Then came that night at the bar. During a party, her childhood friend, Ethan Ford, drew a dare in a game of truth or dare. Then, in front of everyone, he leaned in and kissed Clara. Although it was supposedly a punishment for losing, they kissed deeply for a full five minutes. Our friends laughed and jostled one another as they turned to look at me. Only then did I realize that Clara’s obsession with cleanliness had never been a universal rule. It had existed simply because she did not like me. Disheartened, I asked for a breakup. But Clara soon regretted it. With reddened eyes, she begged me not to leave.

News of a wedding in Nordica's top power family lit up the world. But at the rehearsal, I caught my fiancée, Ivette Bianchi, making out with her childhood sweetheart, Jerick Weiner. "Babe, we've been in love forever. Let me use your first-time blood as pigment for my art?" Ivette blushed, hesitated— Jerick didn't wait. He pinned her to the wall and kissed her. "My best piece needs that color," he whispered. "I want this painting to end our youth." I watched them twisted together, ice-cold. Dropped the ring. It clattered across the floor. "Go through with the ceremony," I said. "Or your family goes broke." She stiffened, shoved Jerick off, and spat, "Fine." Then she turned right back, grabbed his hand, and dragged him inside. "It's just a bachelorette party. I won't miss the rehearsal." The door slammed. I didn't react. I was done. I made the call. "Change the bride. And yeah—the Bianchis crossed the line first. I want them erased."

I was never supposed to be his bride, I was the mistake he couldn’t erase. Killian hated me for breathing and for simply existing. His eyes burned with anger every time they landed on me. There was so much hate and heat between us, I could barely breathe. Then there was Nolan, his brother. Quiet, but dangerous. He didn’t look at me like I was broken. He looked at me like he wanted to take everything I had—body and soul. I didn’t mean for this to happen. But guilt tastes a lot like desire when you’re starving for something real. And now I’m caught between two brothers…one who wants to hurt me, and one who already has. This isn’t just a love triangle. It’s a war. And I’m the weapon.