I Became The Devil's Master

A billionaire heir is forced by his grandfather into agreeing to marry the daughter of his employee, Celine. Celine also doesn't have any options than agreeing to the marriage. The duo set off on a wrong foot and they find it hard to get along...... there's a lots of hurdles to cross before they finally reach their happily ever after...

After a long-term enemy injected him with drug that wiped his memory and left to die in the middle of nowhere, Kat has to fight and bring back his memory. But Charlotte becomes the reason he never wanted his memory back as she gave him the ferry tail life everyone would wish for, as he became the manager of a book store where he would just pass time. When life was good, several events kept on happening and it appears that Charlotte is involved in Kat’s memory loss and she’s politically connected. An ex-girlfriend who witnessed him when he was getting drugged came into his life and leads him to finding the truth about what happened to his memory but when Kat tries to get deeper in investigating the matter by himself, he gets stuck between the rock and a hard place when he realizes that Charlotte has got so many secrets under her sleeves. When he decides to search for answers Charlotte breaks the news the news that she’s pregnant, he agreed to stop the investigation for the sake of the Child. As the Child grew up, he decided to secretly search for the truth but he triggered the wrong buttons by tempering with powerful people. Crimes that would put him in prison were stage and he was blackmailed, being ensured that he would rot in prison. And the life of his daughter was now in danger as Charlotte promised to kill her if he continued to investigate. With Cindy’s help, his ex-girlfriend he would get his old memory back and began to fight against Charlotte and her notorious business partners who are in a serious drug business.

The 99th time Owen Anderson slides a ring onto my finger, his adopted sister, Monica Morgan, calls again. And just like that, for the 99th time, he ditches me at the altar to be with her, who's having another depressive episode. I'm fed up. I yell after him as he walks away, "Go ahead! Walk out on me, and I swear I'll marry someone else!" He doesn't even flinch. Instead, he snaps, "Can you stop being so unreasonable? We can get married anytime, but Monica's the only sister I've got." Then, he turns and walks away, leaving me standing there like a complete fool. What he doesn't realize is that this time, I mean it. Later, when he gets down on one knee for the 100th time, his older brother, Chris, slips an arm around my waist and says, "Sorry, Owen. She's your sister-in-law now."

I was Claire Vitale, the lost daughter they forgot, the bride my lover betrayed—and the dying girl they failed to notice. For five long years, I lived like a stranger in my own home. The Vitale mansion was a beautiful prison, where every kind word hid a lie, every promise was false, and even Lawrence, the man I was supposed to marry, cared more for Vanessa than for me. None of them saw how my body weakened each day, how the pain grew sharper. They were too busy watching their precious Vanessa. Vanessa—the perfect adopted daughter, was the girl my parents loved more than me. She came into our family when I was lost, and when I returned, I found my place already taken—by her. Just as the illness was quietly taking my future. Now she was gone, and they all pointed fingers at me, convinced I was behind her disappearance. The machine they strapped to my head would pull memories straight from my mind. "Where is she?" my father roared. My mother sobbed in the corner. Lawrence, my fiancé, stood silent—his accusing eyes louder than any shout. But I knew the truth would shock them—how Vanessa hurt me, how she faked accidents, how she made sure no one ever believed me. The machine would show them everything. As the machine began its work, I trembled—from fear and exhaustion. After all these years of being unheard, would they finally see?

My boyfriend found my menstruation disgusting and forced me to undergo subdermal implantation. From then on, I no longer had periods and couldn’t conceive. One day, I had a fever reaching 40°C and couldn’t contact him. I went to the hospital alone, only to stumble upon him attending a prenatal checkup with his secretary. He told her: “Baby, don’t worry about Claire. She only listens to me here, doesn’t she?” “We can postpone the wedding for another five years. She’s loyal to me like a dog anyway.” “In the meantime, keep fulfilling your end of the arrangement I’ve promised you.” “Of course, I’ll continue loving you... until I’m tired of you.” My heart shattered. I’d proposed to him 43 times in seven years, only to fail every single time. It turned out he just hadn’t gotten bored of me yet? This time, I decided not to wait any longer. I turned my back on him and agreed to the marriage my mother arranged in the countryside. On the day my ex was supposed to accompany me to try on wedding dresses, he found an empty room and a wedding invitation I left for him to celebrate my marriage to someone else. Panic consumed him as his world fell apart...

"I am the air you breathe? Oh, I must be suffocating.'' Zaphyra Andrejez always thought of a fairytale themed love. But when her dreams shattered, they crushed her down and tore her apart. Remembering how her first love went despite of forgetting, she found herself falling in love once again. Yet even with her heart stammering when she's around him, she still denies. He didn't want to give up but he felt having no strength to move forward and keep waiting for her only to get rejected again. But remembering what he felt when he first laid eyes on her, he got that smile back again. What will she think this time? Will her feelings change once she feels different? Or will she find another air to breathe?

My husband's childhood sweetheart was diagnosed with a terminal illness. To fulfill her last wishes and let her experience the warmth of family, my husband, Aaron Turner, gave her my necklace. He even let her claim my birthday. Even our son started calling her "Mom" in private. He told me, "Chrishell, Sylvia is dying. Just give in to her, will you?" Whenever I asked him to spare even a little time and affection for me, our son, Lucas, would rush to speak on their behalf. "Mom, didn't you always teach me to be generous? Sylvia is dying. Why do you always make things difficult for her?" Over time, I stopped asking for anything at all. Then one night, I overheard my son speaking to his father after returning from the hospital. "Sylvia is so gentle and graceful. I wish Mom could be more like her." Aaron chuckled and affectionately brushed his hand over our son's hair. "Your mom may be a little strict, but it's all for your own good. Since you like Sylvia so much, how about we let her be your godmother?" So even the child I risked my life to bring into this world didn't like me. I lowered my gaze, quietly closed the bedroom door, and pretended none of it had happened. Since they were both filled with such regret, I'd leave quietly and give them what they wanted.

My fiancé wants to marry me in a pizzeria. At the same time, he promises to give his true love the rest of his life on a luxurious cruise. Our wedding is only 48 hours away, but I don't want him anymore.

During the tenth year I had a crush on Ron, I was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer. With a critically ill notice in hand, I stood at the door to the room where my former classmates gathered, and I heard Ron holding his crush and cooing at her, “Just ignore it. Willow has been bothering me for ten years. If there was even a possibility of us getting together, we would have done so a long time ago. Honestly, I would never like her. Even if she continues bothering me for another ten or twenty years, I still won’t like her.” My former classmates cheered, and Ron looked like he was about to kiss her. I stood at the door and cried so hard that I trembled, but I did not dare make a sound. Ron, I would not be able to bother you for another twenty years. I was about to die.

Tidak siapa pun tahu apa yang akan terjadi di masa depan. Satu minggu, satu bulan, satu tahun, atau bahkan satu detik kemudian adalah misteri. Begitu juga dengan apa yang terjadi padaku. Aku tak pernah tahu bahwa aku akan mengenalmu. Tak pernah menyangka aku akan masuk ke dalam kehidupanmu. Tidak pernah sekali pun terpikirkan bahwa pada akhirnya, kau adalah milikku.