Injustice 3 Story

Silvester Creed is a lawyer who seeks revenge as to who killed his wife. Justice was on his side yet he was ready to do the injustice if he found out who was responsible. As twisted as it can get, fate led him to his answer. The woman he loved, Dianna Reeves, turned out to be the murderer. A woman part of a powerful syndicate. He was ready to put the past behind, to get the sweet revenge he was longing for. One pull of a trigger and he could kill her! But, she captivated him despite it being wrong. He should be happy to kill her, make her beg for mercy, and do the injustice to take revenge. Despite being controlled by anger, the dangerous woman can make him bend and beg. Dianna Reeves was his dangerous temptation.

It was the climactic moment of my game, but the enemy's flash bang blinded me. After I reopened my eyes, I found myself in the world of the post-apocalyptic underdog comeback story I'd ranted about to my friend the day before. No, I wasn't the protagonist with a cheat for a system. Instead, I was the cannon fodder who suffered the worst fate. He also had my name. I found myself locked outside the armored vehicle while a swarm of high-level zombies had surrounded me. 'Blast,' I thought. 'All this just because I flamed them? And I just made a pentakill after my 8-win streak!' I told myself to calm down and let my mind do its work, but then the laughter of this body's wife echoed from the walkie-talkie. "Stop covering for him, gunners! We're livestreaming to the whole camp. My husband's going to rip these Tier Six zombies to shreds!" Then, the woman's useless male best friend buzzed with excitement. "I'll have a permanent spot in the inner city if he distracts the horde and they rip him apart in the process, babe!" If this went the way of the original story, I'd beg for help only to get no answer and be ripped apart by the zombies. Fortunately, I wasn't the same coward this guy used to be. The woman kept egging me on. I sneered. I didn't spend years playing competitive games for nothing. And so, I grabbed a high-frequency concussion grenade that could get the attention of every single zombie in a 3-mile radius, smashed the ventilation valve of the armored vehicle, and hurled the grenade inside.

On my very first day at work, I received an unexpected "Carpool Request": "I am currently 3 weeks pregnant. Since I don't know how to drive and for the safety of my baby, I require my colleagues to take turns picking me up and dropping me off." "After some research, I found that your car is worth a lot of money, and it’s less than a year old, meeting my standards for a suitable ride. You will be responsible for driving me home today after work." "I don’t work overtime, so please pack up your things before clock-out time and leave the office on schedule." I frowned and immediately replied: "If you have no shame, I’m happy to donate it to someone who truly needs it!"

The moment they released the year-end audit notice, I just stared in disbelief at the mention of my car, which I had paid for in full and in cash. It was boldly listed under the company’s fixed assets. “Our company practices a ‘family-friendly’ culture. What’s yours is the company’s. We’re a family. There’s no need to get picky about what’s yours or mine.” As if that was not enough, the company fired the driver and handed the chauffeuring duty to me. “Here’s the reception schedule for this month. Also, please pick up my dad at Babolle at 3 a.m. tonight.” My expression had darkened. Nonetheless, the human resources manager continued, “In a family, there’s no ‘yours’ or ‘mine’. My dad is your dad, right?” I was so furious that I almost exploded. ​ “I’m taking my car back, then!” She immediately took out a loan contract. “Simple. Pay by instalments. Work here for three years and you can ‘buy’ back your car.” So not only did I have to work as a driver for free, but I also had to pay to reclaim my car. Ever since the human resources manager parachuted in, she cut perks and cancelled vacations. She even started to dig into my wallet! “I quit!” She sneered. Then, she brandished a thick employee handbook. “Clause 1867 states that an employee who resigns of their own accord will need to pay double their salary. You’re under a six-month probation starting from now. Pass it, then you can leave.”

After returning home from a flight, I realize that my bottle of hair conditioner has run out in the bathroom. The thing is, my husband, Carlos Zappa, doesn't use hair conditioner at all. Seeing Carlos through the frosted glass, I decide to probe him for answers. "Did any guests stay over lately? Or have you started doing hair care?" Carlos flips through the documents, which are stamped with the Zappa family crest, impatiently at my questions. "Maybe a maid accidentally toppled the bottle over when she was cleaning the bathroom. Also, why are you annoying me with such minuscule matters?" When I put on the bathrobe, I feel a ticklish sensation coming from the collar. As soon as I look down, I notice a strand of dried yellow hair being entangled in the collar. The moment the steam dissipates, I see two pairs of intertwining handprints on the bathroom's glass door. I never thought that my home would grow this popular during my one-week trip away from home. I've been married to Carlos for three years, and yet this is my first time finding out that he's actually this wild in bed. So, I secretly text my father, the Don of the Carozza family. "Dad, Carlos has cheated on me. Does the bet we made three years ago still count?"

"The Rossi family doesn't need a Don. We just need a Donna." As the only heiress of the Rossi family, this was the law that I had set when I received the Browning pistol—a pistol that resembles the ultimate authority in the Rossi family—from my Papa when he was on his deathbed. But three years ago, the police relentlessly investigated the money laundering business that my fiance, Lorenzo Moretti, was in charge of. If that business were to get exposed, the Rossi family's hundred-year-old legacy would be ruined. In order to protect my family's legacy and to allow Lorenzo to continue legalizing my family's businesses, I decided to become the scapegoat for all the crimes. On the rainy night of my arrest, I personally handed the pistol over to Lorenzo. "Protect my family for me before my return." This gave Lorenzo legitimate authority to run my family. He used the pistol to purge my subordinates and take over the family business. He even broke my law by announcing to the public that he'd become the next Don soon. An invitation with golden borders is soon leaked from the family's inner circle. Lorenzo's and another woman's names are printed on the cover. During a visit, my private lawyer says mockingly, "If you don't get out of prison now, the Rossi family might take on another man's last name for real." I just sneer in response. After that, I get bailed out of jail in advance and return home to celebrate Lorenzo's "funeral". But no matter how many times I scan my iris at the biometric scanner in the estate, the result always comes out wrong. A young woman, who's toying with the pistol, opens the door at that moment. The contempt and disdain in her eyes are plain to see. "Where the hell did a crazy woman like you come from? You came to the wrong place. This is my private turf, you know."

Sudah jatuh tertimpa tangga pula, peribahasa yang menggambarkan Gendis Padmawati. Ia diselingkuhi sang suami dan jika menuntut bercerai harus membagi harta gono gini. Memang laki-laki bernama Reyhan Atmajaya tidak tahu diri. Reyhan menutut sepertiga dari harta yang dimiliki Gendis selama lima tahun pernikahan mereka. Lantas, apakah Gendis akan memberikan uang dan harta lainnya atau sebaliknya? Namun, kenyataannya, Reyhan kesulitan saat berpisah dari Gendis. Lalu, apa yang sebenarnya dilakukan oleh Gendis?

Dona Herlambang mendapatkan teror berupa poster bergambar wajahnya bertuliskan pelakor di kantornya. Teror itu datang bertubi-tubi hingga dia didatangi seorang wanita mengaku sebagai istri sah pacarnya. Dona tidak percaya begitu saja. Namun saat sedang bermesraan di sebuah rumah makan dengan pacarnya. sebuah fakta mengejutkan Dona terungkap. Apakah Dona akan bertahan menjalin hubungan dengan pacarnya saat ini atau justru tertantang menjalani cinta terlarang ini?

Apa yang kamu rasakan saat bisa menjadi pacar seorang lelaki yang kamu cintai? Pasti bahagia, bukan? Dan itulah yang Merza rasakan. Awalnya dia begitu bahagia karena bisa berpacaran dengan Regan, dan tak peduli dengan sikap dingin cowok itu padanya. Walau pada kenyataannya, Regan memiliki alasan tersendiri mengapa dia mau berpacaran dengan Merza. Bukan karena mencintainya, melainkan karena seseorang didalam masa lalunya. Orang itu adalah Melva, sosok gadis yang masih Regan cintai hingga kini, sekaligus Kakak kandung Merza sendiri. Yang telah meninggal, karena dibunuh. ---- "Jika aku dan kamu terlalu FANA. Mengapa semesta mempertemukan kita?" - P e r i s h a b l e -

Aruna Maheswari berniat menjual rumah peninggalan ibunya karena tempat yang terlalu besar untuk ditinggali sendiri dan terlalu sarat kenangan untuk dipertahankan. Keputusan itu tampak sederhana, hingga ia mengetahui bahwa rumah tersebut masih memiliki satu pemilik lain yaitu Sagara Setjo Pratama, pria yang meninggalkannya lima belas tahun lalu tanpa penjelasan. Kembalinya Sagara ke Indonesia memaksa Aruna menghadapi masa lalu yang selama ini ia kunci rapat. Urusan hukum berubah menjadi konflik personal ketika tanda tangan yang dibutuhkan justru tertahan oleh kehadiran orang yang paling ingin ia hindari. Terjebak dalam ruang yang sama, Aruna dan Sagara dipaksa berbagi rumah, waktu, dan luka yang belum sembuh. “Sekali lagi kamu bahas soal tanda tangan atau—” ucapnya tertahan, rahangnya mengeras. Aruna menyalang. "Atau apa? atau kamu bakal ber—" Kalimat itu belum selesai ketika ia maju selangkah. Tangan terangkat, menutup mulut lawannya bukan dengan telapak, tapi dengan bibir. "Sekali lagi bicara, aku tutup mulut kamu pakai itu."