Hope Everything Is Okay

Seorang pria keturunan Korea-Indo menetap di Indonesia bersama adik perempuan dan sang ibunya untuk meneruskan karir sang ayah di dunia properti. Dia juga punya sisi kelam dalam percintaan dan mengharuskannya mengikhlaskan perempuan yang ia cintai tersebut berbuah menjadi aktris yang sangat cantik dan sangat terkenal dalam dunia permodelan. Hingga beberapa tahun kemudian, dia menemukan seorang gadis sederhana, jauh dari levelnya dan pemalu. Entah apa yang membuat pria ini tertarik dan sangat ingin memiliki gadis yang ia incar itu, hingga lebih dahulu pria ini merebut hati sang ibu dari gadis tersebut agar jalannya semakin mulus untuk memiliki gadis itu. Wah, apa saja yang akan dilakukan pria ini? Selalu ikutin terus, ya jalan ceritanya. Karena akan ada part/bab yang berbeda di setiap judulnya.

A client splashes water in my face. I'm trembling as I endure his insults and mockery while Wayne Gale stands and watches calmly. His arm is around his assistant as he says, "I can't believe you're incapable of handling such a menial task, Georgina. My company doesn't need useless staff!" I wipe the water from my face and down my drink. Then, I fill it again and splash the client back. Whoever wants this job can have it. I quit!

Plak... "Sayangnya aku gak kaya kamu. Aku gak semurahan yang kamu kira, aku gak pernah haus belaian sama sekali. Ga jangan kamu pikir karena aku selalu sabar aku bakal terus bertahan ya. Kapan aja aku bisa ngerasa capek sama sikap kamu, tinggal tunggu kapan waktunya aku milih buat nyerah dan ninggalin kamu,"ungkap Sera memperingati Arga. Sera langsung pergi begitu saja meninggalkan Arga. Sedangkan Arga, lelaki itu merasa tubuhnya mati kutu saat mendengar ucapan Sera tadi. Seakan-akan ada rasa takut yang tiba-tiba menghampirinya, dia menatap Sera yang menaiki tangga. Sera menghentikan langkahnya lalu menolehkan kepalanya menatap Arga yang masih duduk di kursinya. "Aku bakal minta pisah sama kamu!" Ayo langsung baca aja, liat kelanjutan kisah Arga dan Sera. Apakah mereka akan bercerai atau tetap bertahan mempertahankan rumah tangganya?

As they stood atop a cliff, the kidnapper held a knife to her throat, and the throat of his dream girl. “You can choose only one.”“I choose her,” the man said, pointing to his dream girl.Stella’s voice trembled as she said, “Weston… I’m pregnant.”Weston looked at her indifferently. “Gwen has a fear of heights.”Many years passed after that.Rumor had it that Ahn City’s prestigious Mr. Weston Ford was always lingering outside the house of his ex-wife, even breaking boundaries to pamper her, even if she would never bat an eyelid at him.Rumor had it that the night Stella brought a man home with her, Weston almost died at her door. Everyone was envious of Stella, but she smiled politely and said, “Don’t die at my door. I fear germs.”

Vivian Cunningham's marriage to her childhood friend Nathan Sadoc was expected to be blissful. Nathan had been her first crush, the handsome and charming stud that every girl desired. However, there was a problem: Nathan never liked her, nor did he want her as his wife. He was in love with a girl, Annika Summers, who had disappeared a year ago, a Cinderella who had run away when the midnight bell rang. He had kept her glass slipper and waited for her return with unwavering love. The only reason he had married Vivian was that he wanted to punish her. He wanted to trap her in this loveless marriage for what she had done to Annika. Or at least, that's what Vivian believed. She thought she would suffer in this marriage and eventually die alone, filled with grievance. However, as the days passed, something began to change between them. She was baffled by his growing possessiveness and desire for her. Everything improved until Annika returned.

After entering an infinitely-regressing system, I managed to conquer Shane ninety-nine times straight. Using everything I’d learned, I ended up sleeping with him and getting pregnant. However, the system announced that my mission had failed. Confused, I questioned the system, only to hear a recorded conversation. "I wasn't the one who slept with her that night. "Of course, the system would judge it as a failure once she got pregnant. "If she didn't look like Celine, I would have never chosen her. "I'm done playing this boring little game…" That was when I realized that in this game of love, being sincere was the real joke. What they didn't know was that, without me, this world would have never existed at all.

I once believed Sarah Weller was the love of my life. For her, I planned a once-in-a-lifetime wedding; for her, I launched a “True Love” jewelry collection worth over a billion. However, with only seven days left before the wedding, she calmly told me that she needed to fulfill her first love’s late mother’s final wish to marry him first, and only then marry me. As if it were a matter of fact, she said, “For Tim, all of this can be sacrificed. If you can’t even bear to lose that little bit of money, you can find someone else to marry right now.” Only then did I understand. In her world, I and everything I had built could be pushed aside at any moment for her so-called first love. So, I turned around without another word and called home. “Penelope,” I said to my sister-in-law, “the wedding will proceed as scheduled. Just do me a favor and replace the bride.”

I stood between both of them masking my son from his gorgeous daddy but my stubborn son cocked his head and gave his dad a very beautiful sunburnt smile. I couldn't help but chuckle my baby is too cute. "Mommy, is this Daddy?" Oh my God! I looked behind us at Jale who was only a few steps away from us. I bet he clearly heard what my son had just asked me. The was he was looking at me with curiousty, I knew he wanted an answer to that question too. Who am I even kidding from his viking gold hair, brown chocolate eyes, his fair skin, to proud attitude. Everything he was was the same thing my boy was. Chase was a true young version of his daddy but I would never let him know that. I crouched down in front of my angel and kissed his forehead before answering his question. My eyes shot up at Jale again who pretended like he was looking at something on his phone yet his phone's screen was blank then. After making sure he had his attention to us, I cupped my baby's cheeks and made him look into my eyes. "No honey, this man is not your daddy but uncle. He is uncle Jale." I could see Jale's face fall from the sides of my face. Suck a jerk! What did he expect that I was going to say Chase is his son. That is something I would never do in my life. I would never let Jale into my son's life. I will never let him know he is my baby's daddy because he doesn't deserve my little boy at all. He doesn't deserve us after all the horrible things he did to me five years ago.

His fingers slid into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat to him. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Mr. Turner,” I breathed, my voice breaking on a gasp as he found a sensitive spot just beneath my ear and sucked lightly. His growl was low and primal, vibrating through my skin as he pressed his body against mine. I felt every hard line of him, his heat bleeding through my clothes. “Why not?” he murmured, his voice rough with restrained need. I swallowed hard. “You’re… you’re my ex-fiancé’s father.” He paused. For a moment, everything stilled… his breath against my throat, the air between us, even the rain outside seemed to hesitate. Then he lifted his head, and our eyes locked. His were a stormy blue, intense and unwavering. “No one has to know, Catherine,” he said quietly, his voice was like a dark promise wrapped in silk. Then he leaned in with his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I can be your dirty secret.” A shiver ripped down my spine. His words settled deep in my gut, awakening something dangerous. I bit my lip. Every cell in my body screamed for me to walk away but I didn’t. Instead, I gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Desperately. He rumbled low in his chest, kissing me back with equal hunger, his hands roaming my body like he already knew every curve. When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. Then he dropped to his knees between my legs, with his eyes darker now. “I’m going to show you the world,” he said. “If you’d let me.”

Nicole has loved Odell for as long as she can remember. From childhood to adulthood, he has always been the center of her world, until he vanishes without explanation, leaving her with nothing but unanswered questions and a heart that never quite lets go. Years later, fate brings them back together in a world of privilege, secrets, and carefully crafted appearances. As Nicole chases her dreams and rekindles her connection with Odell, old feelings resurface, but not everything is as it seems. Beneath the charm and familiarity lies a truth that challenges everything Nicole believes about love, loyalty, and desire. My Crush Is Gay is a gripping story of longing, obsession, and self-discovery, where love blurs into denial, and the hardest truths are the ones we never expect.