Incapable Artinya

Mariée contre son gré pour sceller une paix fragile entre deux clans ennemis, Elena voit sa vie basculer le jour où elle devient l’épouse de Marco Moretti héritier imprévisible, cruel et incapable d’amour. Mais derrière les murs froids du somptueux manoir des Moretti, le véritable danger n’est pas celui qu’elle croit… Don Silvano, le redouté patriarche, observe tout. Il contrôle tout. Et surtout… il la protège. Alors que Marco la brise un peu plus chaque jour, Silvano, lui, se montre étrangement attentif, presque possessif. Une tension brûlante s’installe entre eux interdite, troublante, irrésistible. Très vite, Elena découvre l’impensable : ce mariage n’a jamais été un hasard. Silvano l’a voulu. Silvano l’a planifié. Pour une seule raison… la garder près de lui. Mais l’homme qui fait battre son cœur est aussi celui qui a détruit sa famille. Entre vengeance, désir et secrets mortels, Elena est piégée dans un jeu dangereux… où aimer pourrait lui coûter bien plus que son âme.

Alora Hale lost her voice five years ago. By the time she realized it, her husband had already replaced her. Silenced by an accident and slowly erased from her own marriage, Alora lives quietly beside a man who no longer sees value in her— until the night he sends her to a hotel under false pretenses and sells her body for profit. She escapes. But that survival leaves her with something she never expected. Pregnant by a stranger who vanishes without a trace, Alora is divorced, stripped of her child, and cast out with nothing into a city that rewards power and devours the weak. Determined to destroy her devilish husband, she begins hunting for the only person capable of crushing him. Morningstar. The most feared businessman in the city; the kind of man whose absence can collapse markets. Morningstar is stunning, untouchable, unapproachable, and rumored to be incapable of attachment. He is also the last man Alora ever expected to find… and the father of her unborn child. Bound together by a secret neither of them planned, Alora is pulled into Morningstar’s world under a strict contract— one that might dissolve into live love or chaos. In the end, secrets would be unraveled and betrayals would surface as the quiet woman everyone underestimated begins her rise. Because when a woman who has lost everything decides to fight back, she doesn’t beg. She destroys.

"Sign the contract before I change my mind since buying a woman is not difficult. Furthermore, this deal is worth 45 million dollars, and your entire life has scarcely seen it," William Mackenzie said as he threw papers on Monica's face. “Will you ever love me again?" Monica said with a melancholy voice. "Love is nonsense! I'm not into love. I am only offering you this contract because you are incapable of harming me. Even if you do, you will not live this life. Now accept it, or get out!" William crudely said. Monica was a lovely and vivacious child who lost her parents at a very young age. Her sorrow began when she moved in with her aunt. She served only as her aunt's housemaid. She fell in love with an ordinary man who gave her hope that there was someone in this harsh world who would love and look out for her until she learned that the man she loved had recovered his memories. Her beloved was leading a false life. And now he was unfamiliar with her and abandoned her because she was poor, and he had no feelings for her anymore. William Mackenzie was the richest tycoon who thought of money and power, but more importantly, he desired vengeance on those who tried to kill him, causing his memory loss for seven long years, and now he was back in business. ★★★

Lima tahun setelah pernikahanku dengan Yovan Murdaya, seorang Bos Besar mafia, dia meninggalkanku dalam keadaan sekarat saat baku tembak untuk menyelamatkan selingkuhannya, Diana. Aku terbangun tiga hari kemudian di kamar VIP rumah sakit. Tanpa ada permintaan maaf. Yovan bersikap dingin. “Kau itu istriku, tentu saja sudah tahu resikonya. Jadi, jangan lebay.” Lalu, dia menambahkan, “Tapi, Diana berbeda. Dia itu rapuh dan membutuhkanku.” Setelah itu, selama tiga bulan aku diabaikan. Seperti biasa, dia berharap akulah yang akan menyerah dan kembali memohon maaf. Tiga bulan kemudian, aku menyerahkan kesepakatan dengan orang Irlanda kepada Diana begitu saja. Itu kesepakatan besar yang telah kubangun sendiri selama setengah tahun. Yovan mengira itu artinya aku sedang membujuknya. Dia tersenyum, sesuatu yang langka dan tulus akhir-akhir ini. “Sudah kuduga kau akan berubah pikiran. Sebagai hadiah, kita akan pergi ke Vergasi. Aku tahu kau selalu ingin pergi ke sana.” Keesokan harinya, Diana mengeluh bosan, dan Yovan kembali mengingkari janjinya. Dia malah membawa wanita itu ke Vergasi, dan mengatakan padaku bahwa itu karena ada urusan keluarga yang mendesak. Kali ini, aku tidak menangis, juga tidak membuat keributan. Yovan senang aku menjadi begitu pengertian. Tapi dia tidak tahu bahwa sebenarnya aku sudah memutuskan semua hubungan dengan Keluarga Murdaya. Dan, bahwa dia sudah menandatangani surat perjanjian cerai kami. Akhirnya, aku bebas.

Un an après notre mariage, Sébastien est soudainement devenu distant, comme s'il faisait vœu d'abstinence. Il a fait aménager un petit sanctuaire privé au cœur de la villa, et son chapelet ne quittait jamais sa main. Peu importait la manière dont je tentais de le séduire, Sébastien restait de marbre, absolument insensible. Puis, une nuit, alors que je me tenais devant la porte de la salle de bain, j'ai vu de mes propres yeux qu'il s'abandonnait à son désir devant la photo d'une autre femme. Il s'avérait que Sébastien n'était pas dépourvu de sentiments ; il était simplement dépourvu de sentiments pour moi. J'ai réussi à lui faire signer l'accord de divorce par ruse, puis j'ai complètement disparu de son univers. On m'a dit, plus tard, qu'il était devenu fou à force de me chercher. Nous nous sommes revus lors du mariage de son oncle, Julien. Je portais une robe de mariée blanche, tandis qu'il avait les yeux rougis, incapable d'accepter cette réalité.

Dressed in white, rose in hand and waiting for her husband at the aisle for more than an hour was never the kind of scene Stephanie Clark had ever thought about when fantasising what her dream wedding would be like. Hours passed, and unable to bear the murmurings anymore, she strode out of the wedding hall, and went straight to the groom’s prep room, expecting to find her soon to be husband with probably his groom's men. What she would have never expected was finding him deep inside her stepsister. She’s devastated and humiliated. Burning with the ache of rage, she turned around and grabbed the very first man she saw outside. To add to her list of unexpected situations for the day, the moment she pulled away, she realised the man she kissed was none other than her groom’s elder brother who was rumoured to be callously handsome, ruthless to the core, and worse, incapable of fathering children. She goes to a club to drink her sorrows away, only to end up in Zane's bed. Vengeance meets opportunity, Stephanie Clark and Zane Wright make a deal: he’ll give her everything she needs for revenge, wealth enough to vanish and start over but only if she gives him the one thing he wants most, an heir. Zane doesn't make it easy. He sets down five rules. No affection. No questions. No betrayal. No disobedience. No forgetting or deviating from the aim. It was all supposed to be easy. But when desire burns between them, what happens when one of the rules is broken?

Morgan Blair Nashira Elphaba is simply someone who doesn't bow down to anyone. She don't know any boundaries. She needs no rule because she's the rule. She's an Alpha woman herself. She don't need no man. Why? Because she hates men to the core. She can't even last a second being with a man. More so, living with a man! But why the hell is the Alpha of Morgenstern Pack, Theron Fergus Ezekiel Morgenstern, is following her everywhere she goes like a stupid dog?! Well, he's a dog. He can be a dog anytime. That's what she thinks, and she's not liking every bit of it. She heard that, that Morgenstern dog is someone who's ruthless. Incapable of feeling pity. He's a devil and doesn't bow down to anyone too! But she's confused. She's confused as to why the dog is so confident and is willing to kneel his knees for her! He's gentle towards her. Completely opposite of what other stupid says! And she even keeps on hearing the word 'Mine' from his mouth! To say that she's irritated is an understatement! She's feeling more than that! How is she going to deal with the stupid dog when everytime that he comes near her, her horns are slowly growing too?! She can even imagine herself having a pitchfork, transforming as a devil, replacing Lucifer from his place! Is it just anger? Or there's something spicier that's going on too?

During a battle with the vampires, I get injured by a silver dagger in order to protect my mate, Evan Stormhowl. Not only am I incapable of giving birth since then, but my wolf also sinks into an eternal slumber. Because of those reasons, I lose my status as the strongest warrior in the pack and become a laughingstock. For seven years, I grit my teeth and endure the mocking comments from others while doing my best to carry out my duties as the Luna, just so I can preserve Evan's dignity as the Alpha. But he can be seen with an arm wrapped around Lilian Wolfhart's waist at the hunting rite that's only hosted once per five years. When the celebratory banquet is in full swing, an elder named Lucas Nightshade clinks his wine glass while guffawing loudly. "Alpha Evan, I know you've been yearning for Lilian this whole time. Why don't you let her have your pup tonight?" The bonfire illuminates Lilian's bright red cheeks, making her look delicate and beautiful. I let out a cold chuckle before dumping a glass of red wine onto Lilian, who's still fantasizing about having Evan's pups. "I reject that suggestion! I, Erin Bloodmoon, will never share my mate with other she-wolves!" Since seven years have already passed, everyone else must have already forgotten that I'd rather have a dead mate than a disloyal one.

Aku meninggal di hari aku memenangkan Penghargaan Doktor Medis Global. Tiga jam setelah kematianku, orang tua, kakak laki-laki, dan tunanganku baru saja pulang dari pesta ulang tahun ke-16 adik perempuanku. Ketika adikku mengunggah foto keluarga kami saat merayakan ulang tahunnya di media sosial, aku sedang terbaring di ruang bawah tanah yang tertutup rapat dan berlumuran darah. Aku mencoba menggunakan lidahku untuk menggeser layar ponsel dan meminta bantuan. Di antara kontak darurat, hanya tunanganku yang menjawab panggilanku. Artinya orang tua dan kakakku telah memblokir nomorku. Begitu telepon diangkat, tunanganku hanya mengucapkan satu kalimat, “Karin, pesta ulang tahun Lina yang ke-16 itu sangat penting. Jangan pakai alasan nggak masuk akal untuk cari perhatian kami dan bersikap manja lagi!” Dia menutup telepon dan memutus harapan terakhirku untuk bertahan hidup. Jantungku berhenti berdetak karena nada sibuk telepon. Ini adalah ke-100 kalinya mereka memilih adikku, ke-100 kalinya mereka mengabaikanku, mengecewakanku, dan ini juga yang terakhir. Aku terbaring di dalam genangan darahku sendiri, merasakan napasku perlahan berhenti. Mereka mengira aku kabur dari rumah lagi sebagai alasan untuk melampiaskan ketidakpuasanku. Mereka pikir bahwa selama mereka memberiku pelajaran, aku akan kembali dengan patuh seperti 99 kali sebelumnya. Sayangnya, itu tidak akan terjadi kali ini. Karena aku tidak pernah meninggalkan rumah, aku terus terbaring di ruang bawah tanah rumahku.

Selama lima tahun, Alessandro Wijanarko adalah sosok pria sempurna. Setidaknya, itulah yang selalu kupercaya. Semua keyakinan itu runtuh pada malam pesta pertunangan kami, saat perempuan simpanannya menerobos masuk, menggandeng seorang bocah lelaki berusia sekitar lima tahun. Anak itu langsung berlari ke arah Alessandro sambil menangis tersedu. “Ayah! Ayah, akhirnya aku menemukanmu!” Ini pasti lelucon. Lelucon yang kejam dan menjijikkan! Namun, Alessandro menoleh padaku. Tak ada lagi kehangatan dalam suaranya ketika dia berbicara. “Ini putraku, Rivan. Sebuah … kesalahan yang Chyntia dan aku buat lima tahun lalu.” Dadaku menegang. “Rivan adalah pewaris Keluarga Wijanarko. Aku harus beri mereka status,” lanjutnya datar. “Artinya, aku harus bertunangan dengan Chyntia dulu.” Dia menatapku, seolah masih berhak memintaku memahami segalanya. “Tapi, Saskia, percayalah. Aku masih mencintaimu. Kita bisa menggelar pesta pertunangan enam bulan lagi. Kamu tetap akan jadi Nyonya Keluarga Wijanarko. Aku harap kamu bisa bersikap lapang dada. Ini keputusan finalku.” Aku tertawa, dingin, singkat, dan tajam, lalu menarik cincin pertunangan dari jariku dan melemparkannya begitu saja. Pandangan mataku menyapu ruangan, lalu berhenti pada seorang pria di sudut aula. Kresna Kartawijaya. Bos mafia paling berkuasa di Vantros. Dan aku satu-satunya pria yang mengetahui satu gelar lain dirinya. Yaitu pria yang sejak lama berniat menjadikanku miliknya. “Kresna,” panggilku, suaraku tenang dan jernih. “Aku sedang butuh tunangan baru. Kamu tertarik tidak?”