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Alina tak pernah meminta banyak—hanya ingin lulus dari Horizon International Academy dan menghilang tanpa jejak.  Namun, satu kesalahan mempertemukannya dengan Arion Mahendra Kwon, siswa atlet yang berkuasa, berbahaya, dan diincar timnas Indonesia. Tatapannya menusuk, sikap dinginnya, dan nama keluarganya yang terpandang membuat Arion tak tersentuh—dan Alina, hanya siswi miskin yang mendapat beasiswa, tak mungkin bisa mendekatinya. Tapi mereka terikat oleh satu rahasia gelap—pernikahan yang terpaksa mereka sembunyikan dari dunia.  Di antara ketegangan dan kebencian yang membara, perasaan yang tak terduga muncul di tengah gejolak itu. Ketika cinta mulai merayap di antara amarah dan penolakan, Alina takut kehilangan dirinya lagi. Namun, Arion tak hanya ancaman, dia adalah api yang bisa membakar habis sisa hidup Alina.  Dan di ambang kehancuran itu, hanya satu pertanyaan tersisa:  Akankah mereka bertahan, atau tenggelam dalam cinta yang berbahaya? Note : Follow akun goodnovel Biebiefenimmm. Instagram author biebiefenim_author 🌹 FB: Biebiefenim Author untuk info lebih lanjut agar tahu ilustrasi seluruh karakter dan kisi-kisi update terbaru. Thanks reader, Salam Sayangg dari Author 😘

Evaria membangun benteng berduri dan sangat tinggi agar tidak ada yang bisa menyentuhnya. Di dalam benteng tak tersentuh itu Evaria menulis kisahnya sendiri, karena ia tak percaya penulis akan memberi antagonis akhir bahagia."Kalau kamu tidak percaya padaku, bagaimana aku bisa memihakmu?" "Kalau begitu jangan pedulikan aku. Aku bisa memihak diriku sendiri."

Karena Mutia tidak bisa hamil, maka Haikal terpaksa menikah dengan Neneng atas perintah ibunya, siapa sangka Neneng ternyata tidak seperti yang dia harapkan, bahkan wanita itu berambisi menginginkan harta Haikal yang ternyata semua itu milik Mutia, siapakah diantara mereka yang akan bertahan dan diceraikan? Ataukah Haikal tidak bisa memiliki keduanya?

WARNING! MATURE CONTENT 21+ JIKA KAMU BERADA DI BAWAH UMUR, SILAKAN MENCARI CERITA YANG SESUAI DENGAN UMURMU. TERIMAKASIH. "Mas, pelan!" Plak! Plak! "Mas, aku mohon hentikan. Aku sedang hamil. Jangan kasar atau nanti aku bisa keguguran." Pintaku. Aku sama sekali tidak menikmati setiap gerakannya. Bahkan tangisku pun tidak ia hiraukan. "BIAR KAMU SADAR KALAU SEJAK AWAL KAMU TIDAK BERHAK MENDAPATKAN KU, JALANG!" *** "Baiklah, mas. Aku pergi. Tapi aku tidak bisa janji kalau aku bisa mengugurkan anak ini. Semoga kamu bahagia dengan Elisa." Kataku, dan pergi meninggalkannya di pagi hari setelah kami melakukannya dengan cukup kasar.

On my 50th wedding anniversary, I took my worn, crumbling marriage certificate to City Hall to renew it. The clerk glanced at it—and froze. “This certificate is fake. Our records show you’ve never been married.” I stared. “Impossible. I’ve been married to Damien Slater for fifty years.” The clerk pulled up his file. “Well…Yes, Mr. Slater is married—but his wife’s name is Vanessa Grant.” Vanessa. His widowed sister-in-law. A military doctor who’d spent decades living among the troops. My hands shook as I returned home and confronted Damien. He didn’t even try to deny it. “I’ve treated you well all these years. Isn’t that enough? Vanessa is my true love. I only ever wanted her—our children, our life.” My son counseled me and said, “To spare your feelings, my parents kept it a secret their whole lives. You’re getting old now. What more do you want?” Only then did I learn the truth. The child I had raised with my own hands was never mine by blood. Decades ago, Vanessa and I gave birth on the same day. To ensure her child would grow up with intellect, privilege, and a future that I could provide, Damien switched our children. My own son? Damien drowned him in the pond the moment he drew breath. And I—fool that I was—raised Vanessa’s boy as my own. I even got him all the way to Claremont University. The truth broke me, and I collapsed. When I opened my eyes again—I was back. Back to the day I went into labor.

Calvin and I had been married for seven years. While packing up some clothes, I found a cheap lighter in the pocket of his jacket. Everything he wore, from the inside out, had been carefully chosen by me to highlight his refined taste and status. However, in that girl’s Twitter photos, he looked like a college boy, dressed in cheap clothes and wearing a digital watch that cost only a few dollars while kissing her. Using a throwaway account, I casually liked the post and commented, "A perfect match." Then, I turned to Calvin and said, "How did I never realize you had such a thing for bargains?"

The day before New Year's, my younger brother announced he was bringing his girlfriend home for dinner. Excited, I drove my new car to pick them up, taking my daughter along with me. However, as soon as his girlfriend got in the car, her face darkened. "Henry, you didn't tell me your sister was staying at your place—and with a kid!" she snapped. I frowned and was about to explain when my brother quickly interjected, "She's not staying. After dropping us off, she'll be heading to a hotel." Only then did his girlfriend's expression ease. I swallowed my discomfort and asked my brother what he was planning. He leaned in with a conspiratorial grin and said, "Sis, don't cause any trouble for me, okay? My girlfriend is the daughter of the Cromwell Group's CEO!" My eyes widened in shock. Was not the Cromwell Group the same company my ex-husband had just handed over to me as part of our divorce settlement?

The nanny, Polly Jackson, pushes me down the stairs when I'm seven months pregnant. I suffer from major blood loss and go into premature labor. Before I can question her about it, Zachary Campbell brushes me off with a lame excuse. "Polly didn't mean it. You and the baby are fine, so don't be so petty about this." I get out of bed to move around. I'm at the bathroom door when I hear Zachary and Polly's conversation. "Are you sure that wretch can stay alive, Zachary? Switching it out won't be that easy if it dies." "Don't worry about whether Daisy Jameson's baby can live, Mom. Either way, mine and Danielle's child will be the Campbell family's sole heir." I pretend I've never heard this and raise my son for 18 years. During a banquet held in honor of a share ownership transfer, Polly suddenly shows up with my mentally impaired daughter. She cries, "Mason is my grandson! It's high time he's returned to his rightful place after being raised by the wrong family for so long!" I'm unfazed. I even laugh at her words. "Fine, then!"

I dropped my car off for maintenance at the service center. When it was finished, I told the staff to put it on the tab of my cousin, who ran the shop. The staff member nodded and started to process it, but then the female manager stepped in. "We don't do tabs here. You've got to pay up now," she said, slapping the bill down right in front of me. Premium Diagnostic Scan: $80,000 Exhaust System Sound Enhancement: $100,000 Engine Harmony Calibration: $100,000 Total: $280,000. I laughed at the absurdity. Since when did my cousin start running a rip-off operation? The manager crossed her arms and gave me a snooty once-over. "Always trying to mooch off Chad. I've seen plenty of broke relatives like you. If you can't swing it, don't act like you can." Unwilling to argue with her, I pulled out my phone and called my cousin. "You have ten minutes to fire the manager, or your shop is finished."

Carl Anderson doesn't show up for our engagement party. I finally find him in a bar's private room after night has fallen. "I only think of her as a sister. Who would've expected her to want to latch onto me like that? There's no way I'll marry her in this lifetime!" He downs his drink. Later, when he and Angela Moran get married, he tells his friends to stop me at the entrance. He's afraid I'll crash his wedding and ruin it. "Keep an eye on Iris, guys. Don't let her crash the wedding!" he says. As soon as the words are out of his mouth, I show up with Henry Moran. "Don't even dream of stepping in there, Iris!" Carl looks at me warily. "You're so rude! You have to call her Aunt Iris now!" Angela greets me warmly and leads me inside.