Healing Touch 5e

Bagaimana rasanya jika mantan kekasih menjadi kakak tiri? Kakak Tiri yang selalu jatuh cinta, dan tergila – gila dengan kekasihnya justru harus mengakhiri hubungannya. Hubungan keluarga yang semula hangat, justru menjadi panas. “Elle mama mau nikah sama Om Alief, dia ngelamar mama gimana restui mama atau tidak?” tanya Mama Miranda yang sudah janda selama 10 tahun setelah suaminya meninggal. “Om Alief yang sering kasih kita makan itu Ma?” jantung Elle berdebar hebat. “Benar sayang, mama dilamar Om Alief... tapi kembali ke kamu lagi, kalau tetep gak izinin mama nikah gapapa kok.” Pasalnya Om Alief wajahnya mirip sekali dengn mantan kekasihnya Elvandra yang sudah putus hampir satu tahun ini. Hubungan mereka akhir dengan kesalahpahaman, dan membuat Elle mengakhirinya. Namun, Elle tau jika ayah dari Elvandra bukn Om Alief. Namun tetep saja wajah mereka sama, hanya curiga dan perasaan Elle saja. “Gue yakin, papanya Elvandra bukan Om Alief tapi Om Kevin... gue pernah ketemu bahkan ketemu mereka langsung.” *** “Jadi Elle jadi adik tiri gue? Istri dari papa gue?” Kabar menikahnya Papa Alief membuat darah Elvandra marah. Wanita yang selama ini ia jaga, ia cintai dan berakhir menjadi adik tirinya. Tidak, bagaimana pun cinta mengalahkan semuanya. *** “Elvan... jangan cium terus. Kamu kakak aku sekarang.” Elle menolak, fakta yang di tau ternyata mantan kekasihnya menjadi kakak tirinya. Papa Alief menduda dan memiliki putra, yaitu Elvandra. Elle mengetahui setelah mamanya resmi menikah dengan Papa Alief. Hatinya sakit dan hancur saat mengetahui mantan kekasih yang mencintainya menjadi kakak tirinya. “Aku gak peduli mau kam u adik tiri aku atau siapapun itu, aku sungguh cinta kamu Elle...” “Ini salah Elvan...” “Kamu menyukainya Elle sayang...”

Setelah aku meninggal, orang tuaku menandatangani surat persetujuan donor organ dan memberikan retina mataku kepada anak angkat kesayangan mereka, Emma Moore. Emma pun menikah dengan kakak kandungku. Mereka hidup bahagia sebagai keluarga yang utuh. Seumur hidup, aku selalu bersaing dengannya, tetapi ujung-ujungnya aku kehilangan segalanya dan berakhir tragis. Setelah terlahir kembali, aku memilih menjalani hidup tanpa memikirkan siapa pun dan justru itulah awal dari kebahagiaan yang tak pernah kuduga.

I was eighteen when I donated one of my kidneys to Susie Grant, but she died to transplant rejection anyway, and I was chased out of the Grant family. Before long, the surgery incision festered, and I died of infection in the streets. When I opened my eyes again, I was five once more, and it was the day I was taken back to the Grant family's home. But this time, my brother Harry stepped in front of our parents, pointing at me as he said, "There's been a mistake. She's not actually my sister." Seeing the look of contempt in his eyes, I knew he had reincarnated too. As our parents left in disappointment, he shoved me a piece of candy and told me, "The Grant family just needs one daughter. There's no place for you among us if you can't save Susie."

For three years, we held a wedding in name only—my husband, Kit Rutgers, a pilot, canceled our marriage registration eighteen times. The first time, his female trainee, Katy Ferguson, had a test flight. I waited outside the county clerk’s office the whole day. The second time, he got a call from her mid-drive, made a sharp U-turn, and left me standing on the side of the road. After that, every time we planned to make it official, some crisis with Katy mysteriously arose. Eventually, I chose to walk away. But the moment I boarded a plane to Solara, he lost his mind—and chased me there.

On the day we were supposed to get engaged, my fiancé, Marco, married the Don's daughter. My father was framed and thrown in jail. I needed five million dollars to get him out. Then Marco found me. "Be my mistress," he offered, "and I'll save your father." I smiled and turned to the man lurking in the shadows, a man known for his power, brutality, and his stone-cold heart. They said the king of the underworld never let a woman spend the night. But with me, he buried his head in my hair, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist. The floor-to-ceiling windows, the mahogany desk, and the ornate carved bed all became our battlegrounds. And there was one thing I forgot to tell Marco. The man I was with was Dante Landini, the cold-blooded Don of the Landini family, who was Marco's soon-to-be father-in-law.

The day Joe Tanner’s parents died and his classmates cornered him in cruel bullying, I was the one who jumped into the river to save him—and lost my heart to him in that moment. For the next ten years, I poured everything I had into him. I hid my own admission letter to Great Eastern University. I washed dishes until my hands cracked, hauled bricks until my shoulders bled, even sold the pocket watch my mother left me—all so he could study without worry. I watched him rise from a ridiculed illegitimate child to a celebrated professor at the very peak of academia. All I ever wanted in return was a home we could call ours. But the day he achieved success, he forgot the woman who had built his world. So, I made my choice— If he could abandon my love, then I would walk away without looking back.

Three years after being brought back to my family, I jumped off a building. As my soul floated in the air, I wanted to see how my parents and brother, who always despised me, would break down in tears, filled with regret. But my father simply shook his head indifferently and looked at my lifeless body, saying, "How childish." My mother pressed her lips together and sighed in relief, as if a burden had been lifted. My brother stood in front of the fake heiress, shielding her from the gruesome sight of my death. Even so, the fake heiress burst into tears, prompting the whole family to rush to comfort her. I stared in stunned silence for a long time before a bitter smile crossed my face. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment I was first brought home.

What if the mate who could save your life wasn’t the one you married? She was his chosen mate, not his fated one. After giving birth to a powerful child, her body broke, leaving her bedridden and forgotten for years. Doctors said only her true mate could heal her, but she stopped believing he existed. Until one heartbreaking Luna Festival, when betrayal pushed her to leave it all behind. One night. One stranger. One touch that awakened something long buried. Now her strength is returning, her soul is stirring… and everything she thought she knew is falling apart. One night changes everything. What if fate was just waiting for her to walk away from being the charity mistress? And what if healing was never about survival—but love?

“I can't be with you. We aren't made to be. I'm broken and you ruin everything in your path” I murmur against his lips in a daze. Kian’s hands around my waist tightens “That's why we are made for each other, dimples. You are already broken so I can't ruin you. We can only heal each other from this point on “I can't” But I can’t move away. His touch lights up a trail of fire as his fingers travels down my spine. “You don't have a choice, dimples. You are mine and I'm never letting you go” Alora has demons who whisper to her every day. After being bullied brutally in high school for being fat, she decides to lose weight to regain confidence but that also came with its own baggage. Kian is the heir to the Baston Hotel chain. He loves control and is addicted to it. He is as devastatingly handsome just as he is cruel. Kian hates the fake person Alora has become. He despises the mask on her face and wants to rip it off to shreds. He wants to mess her up and make her his. Alora can never hide from Kian. She wants to fight the pull to him but it's impossible when he breathes under her skin. Kian is the only one who can teach Alora what true love is and Alora is the only one who can calm the storm in Kian.

The entertainment world is no stranger to Keitha Patric, a senior manager at Paris-based entertainment company Tristar. She has always represented the company to deal with scandals caused by famous actors she manages, but this time the incident was so out of Keitha's control that the production manager himself had to convene a staff meeting a few hours later. Keitha was then assigned to work with Laetus Allision, a new creative director of Tristar to solve the ongoing problem. But when it comes to solving problems, both Keitha and Laetus simultaneously realize that behind them there is another competitor who is deliberately trying to cause trouble for the company.