I Chose The Emperor Ending

Orlando Atmanegara sudah terbiasa menghadapi seribu satu sifat manusia sehubungan dengan pekerjaanannya sebagai seorang polisi. Tetapi saat dia harus menjaga seorang wanita yang kredibilitasnya luar biasa buruk dari seburuk-buruknya manusia, dia amat sangat tersiksa. Candramaya Daniswara adalah seorang mantan istri dari seorang pengusaha papan atas negri ini yang terpaksa diceraikan suaminya karena kelakuan nakal dan buruknya yang sudah tidak dapat di tolerir lagi. Bagaimana seorang Orlando Atmanegara menjaga seorang wanita nakal seperti Maya yang nyaris saja menjadi korban pembunuhan dan kini menderita amnesia? Bagaimana pula dengan Nayaka Bratadikara yang mendadak jatuh cinta lagi pada mantan istrinya yang sudah berubah kepribadiannya akibat amnesianya? "Kamu adalah wanita yang paling buruk akhlaq yang pernah saya kenal seumur hidup saya. Bagaimana mungkin amnesia bisa membuatmu menjadi berhati malaikat seperti ini hanya dalam hitungan hari? -Orlando Atmanegara Seburuk-buruknya saya, saya ingat bahwa harkat dan martabat saya sebagai seorang wanita itu adalah diatas segala-galanya. Saya tidak mungkin menukar harga diri saya hanya demi harta dan lembaran rupiah. -Candramaya Daniswara

Tiba-tiba, “I miss you.” Shoan, siswa pindahan mengatakan hal yang tak lazim itu di hari pertama bertemu Ana. Ana keheranan dengan Shoan yang seakan mengenalnya sudah lama, bahkan memiliki kalung peninggalan Ibu Ana. Mencari tahu penyebab kematian Ibunya, Ana menjelajah waktu ke masa lalu dan bertemu Shoan. Di masa kritisnya, Ibu Ana malah berterima kasih telah diberi kesempatan hidup lebih panjang dan menitipkan Ana pada Shoan. Siapa Shoan sebenarnya? Apa yang sebenarnya terjadi di balik kematian Ibu Ana?

She could remember people through their smells, their voices, their accents, their everyday choices of words or through how they feel against her touch. That's exactly the meaning of socializing and making friends for someone like Meredith Kaye Santiago, a person who was suffering with prosopagnosia. To someone who couldn't remember anyone's face, dating was a no-no. She couldn't risk her heart to someone her eyes couldn't remember and her brain couldn't retain. But one night, she found herself caught up under the body of a stranger, and he's taking off her clothes. The stranger’s name was Rupert Santos, the Vulture’s vocalist and a guy with piercing on his bottom lip. She let him go all the way after he said, “Surrender your sensations”. Love hit her hard. That’s when his blurry face became clearer. And finally, she said, “I see you, Rockstar.”

Elle had been chasing the man she wants, almost all her life. She did everything she can just to make Grey fall inlove with her. Kahit masakit. Kahit gaano katagal. Akala nya kapag nakuha nya na, masaya na. Just like the books she used to read, the ending would always be in favour of the main characters. But in her case, it didn’t. She endlessly chased the man she thought could make her happy, only to bleed more. But she was only a human, she can’t forever revolve her world around him. So, she gave up. Ayaw nya na. Pagod na pagod na sya. Ang patuloy na pagtataboy ni Grey ang nag-udyok sa kanya para tapusin na ang mga kahibangan nya. Her ignored heart’s revival was to move on, forget every shameful things she did, and live her life without him. That was the plan. Pero kaya nya bang iwan si Grey? Gaano ba kadali ang kalimutan ang isang tao na kabisado mo na buong buhay mo? Paano ba kalimutan ang isang taong minahal mo higit pa sa sarili mo?

Ilia was never supposed to be chosen. As a half‑breed servant girl, she has no claim to status, no voice within the brutal werewolf packs that govern the wilderness. But when fate delivers a sacred mark meant for another, Ilia finds herself bound to an alpha who should have belonged to someone else. Caelan, the ruthless and commanding Alpha, is torn between honor and instinct. The mark that appeared on Ilia’s skin is a mistake—or so everyone says. Yet every time he looks at the shy, luminous beauty with the voice of a siren and the heart of a fighter, every growl deepens into a claim he can’t resist. With enemies plotting to tear them apart, secrets rising from the mist, and a bond that threatens to consume them both, Ilia and Caelan must choose between obedience and obsession, between the world they were born into and the one they could create together. In a realm where belonging can be stolen, and the heart can be conquered, only one thing is certain: the mark chose her for a reason—and it will burn until it is answered.

"I have never done this," I muttered, hypnotized by his eyes. "Nobody knows everything." He answered and gave me his hand. "You are so... so... So... beautiful." He was whispering his secret and I had his chiselled jaw wrapped in a small stubble beard in my hands. "You don't have to know anything. Follow me." He pulled me into his arms, he mumbled, I leaned over and kissed him. I cupped his cheeks and pulled him to kiss my lips. I want to savour those lips. He obeyed. He stormed into my life on a rainy day, one day just to shelter me. He was always uninvited into my life but once I tasted him, I realised I am more than I can be. He became My Taste I Like until I learnt his truth.

I failed my university's mandatory physical education class, but I didn't want to go for the training. Uncle Grant came and helped me, but I only did a few squats, and I could already feel my chest hurting so much. I fell right into Uncle Grant's arms, and I said, "No, I can't do this, Uncle Grant… Do you have any sports bras…?" My uncle's breathing became rapid, and he said, "Let me help you, Carmen." I didn't expect that the way he helped me was to use his hands to correct my posture from the front. As he squatted alongside me, it was only getting faster…

I had funded Tilly Jenkins for five years—and spent those same five years chasing after her. Just when I thought I had finally won her heart—when I believed she was ready to spend her life with me—I discovered the truth: the one she had loved all along was her childhood sweetheart, the boy who had grown up by her side. I, on the other hand, to her, was nothing more than a privileged elite who used money to grind her pride into the dirt. A few years into our marriage, she secretly transferred my assets away—and even had a child with that childhood sweetheart of hers. In the end, I died filled with resentment, trapped in a raging fire. The flames reflected the sight of the three of them together, smiling like a perfect family, while I cried myself to death in despair. After I was reborn, Tilly's childhood sweetheart shoved me hard, sneering with open contempt. "What do you take us for? Toys for rich people like you?!" I slipped my bank card back into my pocket at once. "Sorry, having money doesn't mean I'm brain-dead. I'm not interested in trashy toys like that."

My fate was sealed the moment I stepped inside that school. A simple sentence, seven measly words that put a target on my back, was all it took to turn three years of my life into a nightmare. Savaş Ewald became my tormentor and my nemesis without knowing a thing about me… or did he? How was I supposed to know, when I didn’t have a single memory of my past and no one willing to tell me anything? I need Savaş in order to find out about my past, but he doesn't play by the rules. He trades answers for kisses, clues for pieces of myself, but how much of myself am I willing to give him in order to find out the truth? The closer I get to finding out who I am, the more I realize Savaş Ewald will be my destruction.

It was our seventh year of marriage when my husband, Joseph Lowe, brought my best friend, Teresa Shaw, to my ward. And they were the picture of a perfect couple. I gave them my most genuine blessing. "You two make the perfect match." Joseph tossed an agreement in my face. An asset transfer. He demanded that I give Teresa everything I had. I took the papers and signed my name without wasting a moment to think. Teresa laughed happily, pleased with my obedience. She then hugged Joseph and said, "Thanks for taking care of Joseph for me, Selina. Oh, there's the divorce papers, too. How about…" I noticed the look of impatience in Joseph's eyes, so I snatched the papers from Teresa's hand. "Yeah, I'll sign them all."