Janji Heroes Tonight นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Oops, my fingers slipped! These pictures were for someone else but I guess the cats are out of the bag now!” A cold chill ran down my spine as I scrolled through raunchy pictures of my Alpha husband and my sister. Five years of unrivaled love and dedication just for him to sleep with her sister on a stupid business trip. Well two could play that game, she unblocks a number and dials it with her heart in her throat. “One night–that’s all you get, after that we go back to being strangers,” She says, and a soft,dominant voice comes out from the other end. “My chauffeur will be there to pick you by right, wear the gown,” “That gown? Not in your wildest drea–” She's caught off by a new influx of pictures and she chokes her words, “Fine, but I'll need to drink–” “No,” he replied calmly, “I want you to remember everything I'll do to you tonight,” Two weeks later the pack doctor hands her a white envelope, “Congratulations, Luna Alice, you're pregnant!” Alice finds herself thrust into a web of lies of manipulation, caught between two brothers. Will she choose a familiar affection or traverse the plains of foreign passions?

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"

After I get drugged by my stepmother and gets delivered to Don Edoardo Ariani's private cruise ship, I tell her smilingly, "Oh, there's no need to take me there. I'm already home, after all." My entire family thinks that I'm hallucinating, so they start berating me angrily. "Chiara, Gina has racked up a huge gambling debt. Only Edoardo is capable of saving us now. He loves pure and innocent women like you the most. As long as you can serve him well for one night, our family will be able to tide over this crisis. "Once Gina has paid off her debt, you'll have received benefits from Edoardo as his lover. By then, we'll be able to experience what it feels like to be a billionaire!" The drugs' effects on me have yet to fade, but this family—the people whom I trust the most in this lifetime—doesn't even hesitate to drag me into the most luxurious suite of the cruise ship. No one knows that Edoardo has kneeled before me and pleaded for me to help him establish his forces in Siceria seven years ago. Tonight, my family has personally delivered me to his suite. Tomorrow, I'm pretty sure that there will be a few extra bodies floating on the sea.

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell of medicine is too strong. Change it again." I suppress the urge to suddenly break down and arrange for someone to take care of it. At 2:00 am, he reaches me through our mind-link. "The sheets are dirty. Come up and change them." I instinctively block him and refuse calmly. "Sorry, Alpha Reese. The staff responsible for cleaning have already gone to rest." In the darkness, a cruel chuckle comes from the man. In a tone that allows no refusal, he murmurs, "Then you come and change them yourself."

My best friend Seraphine had not one drop of blood left in her body when they found her. Her skin was translucent. There were two dried trails of blood from the corners of her mouth, like she had wept herself empty long before the end. She left one note. One sentence: "Vera saw his face." From that day forward, I became the Covenant's greatest sinner. Because I knew who did it. But I said nothing. For ten years, I said nothing. Then Lucian came back. He was the one who had turned us, raised us, given us the only home we had ever known. He set the Soul Prism in front of me. "Tonight," he said, "you give me the killer." His eyes hadn't changed. That was the worst part. After ten years of exile, of stones and fire and nights that never got warmer, I looked at him and he was still exactly who he had always been to me. "Or you disappear from this world along with him." He didn't know. The reason I had chosen exile and starvation and a Blood Oath that had been eating my soul core alive for a decade — was him. All of it, always, had been for him.

“You will be my maid by day and my mistress by night,” he whispers in my ear as my body trembles beneath his. “What Damon wants, he always gets. And tonight… I want you.” Robert, my husband, sold me off to pay his gambling debts for one million dollars to an irresistible, cold-hearted billionaire. It was supposed to be for just one night, and I was supposed to be the perfect submissive wife or risk Robert’s dangerous temper. But my whole life changed. It took one night of passion with Damon Noble to end five years of being called an incomplete woman for being barren. While Robert wanted to let me go, Damon offered me a contract I couldn’t refuse, to own me for three months. His rules were simple: all I had to do was be his mistress. Never fall in love with him. Obey his every command. And never get pregnant. What will happen when Damon discovers my secret pregnancy and a husband who wants me back? Who is my baby’s real father? When Damon and I fall head over heels in love with each other and enemies rise to tear us apart, will they succeed, or will our love conquer all?

At our high school reunion, my ex announced he was getting married. In the middle of the congratulations, someone piped up. “Hey, where’s Wren tonight? She didn’t show?” The whole room cracked up. “Wren? Probably still earning her keep in some rich guy’s bed.” “She dumped James for money, and now look at him. He’s the wealthiest guy in New York. Bet she’s kicking herself.” Someone snickered. “I heard the guy’s some fat old man. God, how does she even stomach it.” I broke up with James Thorne the year he loved me the most, and walked straight into the arms of another man, a man with money. Now he had a new girlfriend, he’d taken over Thorne Capital, and he was one of New York’s most talked-about young executives. He’d organized this reunion because he couldn’t wait to show off how good his life had turned out. “Enough. Drop it.” In the middle of the laughter, James spoke up. “I have a better life now. Whether Wren is dead or alive has nothing to do with me anymore.” “What if she really were dead?” The room went silent.

I spent five years as Dominic Santoro’s wife in name only. Five years hidden behind closed doors, buried under his sheets, erased from his world. When he finally agreed to take me back to Chicago—to stand beside him, to be seen—I thought I had won. I bought a new dress. Soft. Elegant. Worthy of a Don’s woman. The night before we left, he looked at me through the mirror and said calmly, “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” I asked why. He adjusted his cufflinks like I was nothing more than background noise. “Juliana Lancaster is back. Tonight is our engagement.” Russian Bratva. Lancaster blood. A marriage alliance. Seeing my silence, he laughed—careless, cruel. “What’s with that look? Didn’t we agree on this when we married? Brotherhood. Loyalty. No love.” Then he turned, eyes sharp and mocking. “Victoria Miller… you didn’t actually fall in love with me, did you?” I stood there, frozen. Because inside the inner pocket of his tailored suit— was my pregnancy report. And the Don of Chicago had no idea the woman he was about to sacrifice was carrying his heir.

Pada hari pesta pernikahan dilangsungkan, wanita yang dicintai oleh pacarku selama sepuluh tahun mengatakan bahwa dia akan menggantikanku menikah dengan pacarku. Dia mengenakan gaun pengantin dan cincin milikku sambil menangis tersedu-sedu. "Kak Erika, aku sakit parah. Kamu bakal menjalani seluruh hidupmu bersama Kak Bimo. Biarkan aku yang melakukan pesta pernikahan ini." Pacarku yang bernama Bimo menimpali, "Erika, kamu lagi hamil anakku, kita juga sudah dapat buku nikah. Kamu sudah punya banyak hal, jadi nggak penting apakah kamu bakal melangsungkan pesta pernikahan ini atau nggak." Para tamu di atas panggung mulai menuding, membuat pengantin wanita sepertiku menjadi bahan lelucon. Namun, saat itu aku tidak membuat masalah. Aku memutuskan membuat janji untuk melakukan aborsi, lalu tersenyum ramah pada wanita kesayangan Bimo. "Boleh saja. Aku berikan pernikahan ini untukmu, aku juga akan memberimu pria bajingan yang sudah aku pacari selama sepuluh tahun!"

Demi menyelamatkan nyawa suaminya yang sekarat, Clara Rein menandatangani sebuah kontrak panas dengan Sebastian Abraham, Presiden Direktur dingin Abraham Group. Tawaran itu kejam namun menggiurkan. Uang dalam jumlah tak terbatas, sebagai imbalan atas satu hal, Clara harus mengandung dan melahirkan pewaris bagi sang pengusaha. Bukan cinta yang diminta, bukan pula kasih sayang. Hanya tubuhnya, dan janin dalam kandungannya. Terikat oleh perjanjian dingin dalam selembar kertas hukum, Clara perlahan tenggelam dalam permainan kekuasaan dan emosi yang tak pernah ia bayangkan. Sebastian, pria yang tampak tak tersentuh oleh perasaan, ternyata menyimpan ambisi dan luka masa lalu yang perlahan menyeret Clara masuk lebih dalam ke dunianya. Namun tidak ada kontrak yang tak berisiko. Dan ketika batas antara kewajiban dan perasaan mulai memudar, Clara harus memilih mempertahankan janji pada cinta lama yang hampir mati... atau mengikuti takdir baru yang perlahan menuntunnya pada kehancuran atau kebebasan?