Karma Akabane Badass

My mother despised me because I was the unintended consequence of a one-night stand. She poured all her love and attention into her students, treating them as if they were her own flesh and blood. One day, when her favourite pupil confessed his feelings for me, she flew into a rage. She slapped me hard across the face and called me a whore. Years later, as Alzheimer's clouded her mind, she forgot I even existed, yet still remembered every single one of her precious students. The irony was that not one of them ever came to visit her in the nursing home. They all loathed her just as much as I did.

My husband, Joaquin Landon, is a renowned wax sculptor. He hangs up on me when I call him to save my life so he can focus on the wax sculpture his cousin wants. Amphetamine is injected into my system, so my mind is clear as I watch my nails get removed one by one. Every inch of my skin is covered in burning hot wax. My hair and lashes are plucked off, and my organs are ground. Steel pipes are inserted into my legs, and I'm turned into a wax sculpture. Joaquin sees me during an exhibition. His colleague tells him that the wax sculpture he sees looks eerily like me, but he merely looks disgusted. "All she does is cause trouble and act unreasonably. She's better off dead." What he doesn't know is that I already am. Joaquin doesn't recognize that I'm the wax sculpture before him.

PERINGATAN: 21+ “Mana yang lebih kau sukai, Tara? Bercinta dengan seorang detektif atau membunuh para plagiator?” "Aku suka ini, Sir." *** Cerita ini mengandung konten eksplisit dan tema gelap, termasuk: · Penggambaran hubungan toksik dan dinamika kekuasaan yang tidak sehat. · Eksplorasi trauma serta kekerasan. · Psikologi karakter yang rusak dan motivasi balas dendam. . Nuansa dubious consent. Hanya karya fiksi dan tidak dimaksudkan untuk mendiskreditkan pihak manapun. Bukan promosi tindakan ilegal. Dimaksudkan sebagai alternatif bacaan semata. Bacalah dengan kesadaran penuh. *** SINOPSIS Gregory Evans adalah detektif prodigy yang terobsesi menaklukkan kekacauan, satu-satunya benteng melawan trauma masa kecil yang menghantuinya. Tara Bradley adalah pustakawan sekaligus penulis penyintas trauma kekerasan seksual yang tidak lagi memerlukan penyembuhan. Hanya ingin merebut kembali kuasa atas kedaulatan dirinya. Sebuah kasus pembunuhan eksentrik dengan motif plagiarisme, yang meniru naskah Tara, mempertemukan mereka, dua jiwa yang sama-sama rusak dengan luka masing-masing. Batas antara penyelidik dan tersangka, antara fakta dan fiksi pun runtuh. Bagi Greg, Tara adalah cermin dari monster yang paling dia benci sekaligus dia dambakan. Juga bukti hidup bahwa hukum tidak selalu menjadi jawaban. Bagi Tara, Greg bukan sekadar seorang detektif. Dia adalah algojo pilihannya untuk menghancurkan dirinya. Bukan di balik jeruji, melainkan dalam kendali mutlak pria itu. Dalam permainan berbahaya di mana setiap sentuhan adalah interogasi dan setiap puncak kenikmatan adalah hukuman, Greg terpaku pada pilihan mustahil: Mempertahankan lencananya dan kehilangan Tara selamanya, atau mengkhianati sumpahnya untuk memiliki wanita yang hanya merasa hidup saat dihancurkan olehnya.

The day before our wedding, my fiancé Cyrus eloped with his long-lost love. I chased after him, but he shoved me away viciously, causing me to lose consciousness. When the doctor called him as my life was on the brink, all he did was scoff and say, “She’s just pretending again. In a coma? Hah, she’s still alive, isn’t she?” That moment, my heart shattered. After I was discharged from the hospital, I cancelled the wedding, just as he wanted. But then he began to regret it…

When my husband returned home to visit his parents, I noticed that he forgot to bring back the specialties he had bought. I ran after him, only to find him getting out of a car in a suit. His childhood friend stepped forward to welcome him. They held hands and smiled as they looked into each other’s eyes. They looked like a happy, newlywed couple. Only when my husband saw me standing not too far away did he hurriedly distance himself from his childhood friend. “Her mother’s critically ill, and her mother’s only wish is to see her get married. I’m just helping her.” I simply smiled. I pushed him right back to his childhood friend’s side and started cheering with everyone else. “When’s the baby coming?! I’ll be sure to wrap a nice gift!”

Setelah Ayah meninggal, Ibu selalu membawa manusia-manusia kertas pulang. Kata Ibu, manusia-manusia kertas itu bisa membantunya melewati malam yang panjang dan sepi. Awalnya aku tidak mengerti. Namun, suatu hari aku melihat Ibu telanjang bulat di ranjang melalui celah pintu. Sepertinya aku mulai memahami sesuatu.

It all started when my sister made an offhand remark while sponsoring a poor student. She told him it was a coincidence that we were born on the same day, at the exact hour too. That comment made him convince himself that he was the real heir, that we were switched at birth. Soon after, he showed up with two thugs, kidnapped me, and planned to kill me to reclaim his life. I called my fiancée for help in desperation. Instead of saving me, she told me impatiently that I deserved to die for stealing his life. Her friend showed up to save me, but neither of us made it out alive after I was pushed into the river. I was back on the day when I was kidnapped when I opened my eyes again. When the poor student laughed and told me to pick someone to leave my last words to, I did not hesitate to call my sister. Their fates were sealed, with another chance at life, I would make sure to make them pay, and show them who the real heir was.

My sister pushes her daughter at a murderer so she can win the prize in a photography competition. After this, she even uses the incident and my name to extort the victim to pay an astronomical sum as compensation. The victim stabs me to death in a fit of rage. When my son, who is brought up by me, learns the truth, he doesn't seek justice for me. Instead, he scatters my ashes in the sea and says, "My mother told me that I would've been the happiest child in the world if not for you taking the wrong child home back then." When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to when my daughter was five years old. I have a month until her death. This time, I'm going to protect my child to the best of my abilities. I won't bother about an ingrate anymore.

Nasib si Bungsu. (Saat masa jaya orang tua telah habis). "Jadwal kontrol Bapak tiga hari lagi, kamu sudah dapat uang buat biaya rental mobil?" tanya Ibuku saat aku baru saja pulang. "Yusup usahain ya Bu, semoga ada rezekinya," jawabku. Sambil melepas jaket yang selalu menemaniku mencari rupiah. "Kalau gak ada ya udah, gak apa-apa. Paling Bapakmu teriak-teriak kalau lagi kumat karena obatnya habis!" ucap Ibu sambil berlalu pergi. Aku tahu Ibu pasti kecewa, lalu bagaimana lagi, aku sudah berusaha keras, dalam hati aku merasa gagal. Uang sebesar lima ratus ribu saja tidak mampu aku cari. Mungkin bagi orang lain tidak seberapa, tapi untukku yang hanya berprofesi sebagai ojek online uang lima ratus ribu sangatlah besar. Apalagi akhir-akhir ini orderan sangat sepi tidak seperti biasanya. Aku duduk termenung di atas sofa lusuh, mataku menatap tiga bingkai besar yang terpajang di dinding, foto ketiga Kakakku saat wisuda. Mereka terlihat sangat gagah dengan toga yang dipakainya

Karena anak dari wanita yang dia cintai terkurung di dalam mobil hingga dehirasi dan pingsan, dengan penuh amarah, ayah langsung mengikatku dan mengurungku di dalam bagasi mobil. Dengan wajah penuh kebencian, dia menatapku dengan tajam dan berkata, "Aku nggak punya anak sekejam kamu. Renungkan baik-baik kesalahanmu di sini." Aku memohon ampun dan mengakui kesalahan, hanya berharap ayah bisa melepaskanku. Namun, yang kudapatkan hanyalah perintah dinginnya. "Kecuali dia mati, nggak ada seorang pun yang boleh membebaskannya." Mobil itu terparkir di garasi. Tak peduli seberapa keras aku berteriak meminta tolong, tak seorang pun bisa mendengarnya. Tujuh hari kemudian, barulah dia teringat bahwa dirinya masih punya seorang putri. Ayah pun memutuskan untuk membebaskanku. Namun, dia tak tahu bahwa diriku sudah meninggal di dalam bagasi itu dan tak akan pernah bisa sadarkan diri lagi.