Karma Is Real

Young, rich, happy go lucky, a womanizer. That is Enrico Joaquin Montefalco's life. But in one snap everything has changed. May nag iwan ng bagong silang na bata sa labas ng kanilang mansiyon at siya ang sinasabing ama nito ayon sa sulat na nakalakip sa basket na pinaglagyan ng munting anghel. Sa dami ng babaeng dumaan sa buhay niya, hindi niya alam kung sino doon sa kanila ang ina ng bata. Hindi niya kayang alagaan na mag isa ang bata lalo na at may negosyo siyang kailangan siya. Kaya nag hire siya ng yaya para sa anak niya. Nadia Carnaje-isang ulila, magaling na mang aawit at raketera na nangangarap na makapasok sa mansyon ng mga Montefalco. Pangarap niyang maging isang sikat na mang aawit, ngunit mas pinili niya ang maging isang yaya ng anak ng babaerong si Enrico Joaquin Montefalco. Ano ang maging papel ni Nadia at Baby Gio sa buhay niya, is it good or bad? Is he accept the fact and reality na isa na siyang ama o magpatuloy sa buhay na kinasanayan niya? Ito na ba ang karma sa pagiging babaero niya?

In my previous life, my sister thought that since my husband and I had high-paying jobs, she could swap her son with my child without anyone noticing. But twenty-five years later, the tables turned. My son had grown into a street thug, while her son—raised under my care—rose smoothly through life. Young as he was, he had already become a CEO. He was dutiful, bought me a villa, and even sent me traveling around the world. My sister barged into his company, waving a DNA test report, kicking up a scene, only to be thrown out by security. "Mr. Kieran said that even if you are his biological mother, you never gave him a single day of care," they told her. "So he refuses to acknowledge you." Breaking down completely, she drove her car into me and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the very day she switched our babies. This time, my sister clutched her own child tightly, a wild, triumphant grin on her face. "From now on, you can be the mother of a street thug," she sneered. "The villa and all those riches—they're mine!"

Eden Blake never believed in fairy tales—especially not the kind that begin with a billionaire’s offer and end in a penthouse suite. But when a desperate night leads to a fake engagement with cold, ruthless CEO Cassian Wolfe, Eden signs on for one month of pretending, pretending she’s in love... and pretending she isn’t falling for him. The rules were simple. No touching. No real feelings. No strings attached. But in Cassian’s world of press scandals, public enemies, and hidden trauma, the line between fake and real quickly blurs. And when secrets come to light—and hearts get involved—Eden realizes the most dangerous thing about the deal… is that it might be real after all. In this steamy, emotional billionaire romance, hearts are currency, secrets are leverage, and love might be the most expensive risk of all.

Before our fifth mating anniversary, I was just about to tell my mate that I was about to inherit the pack my Alpha father left behind, when I saw him embracing and kissing the she-wolf who once bullied me. "This game has been going on for five years. It's time to end it." "Watching her come and go like a dog whenever called is really boring. What a fool. A fake mating certificate was enough to fool her completely. Did she really think an orphan like her could marry into the Shadowmoon Pack and become Luna? If she hadn't looked decent back then, I wouldn't have bothered with this charade." I felt like I'd fallen into an ice cave, sobbing uncontrollably. So the salvation that pulled me out of the bullying abyss was nothing but his amusing joke from beginning to end. If that's the case, I don't want this false love anymore.

One month before my wedding to my boyfriend, he announced he wanted to have a child with his "first love." I refused, but he brought it up every single day. Two weeks before the ceremony, I received a prenatal checkup report. That’s when I discovered his so-called "first love" was already nearly a month pregnant. It turned out he’d never intended to seek my consent at all. In that moment, years of affection evaporated like smoke. So, I canceled the wedding, destroyed every trace of our memories, and on what should have been our wedding day, I walked into a closed-off research lab. From then on, he meant nothing to me.

On the day my dad, the Don of the Capone family, comes to the orphanage to take me home, I show up in a tactical helmet and a bulletproof vest. "I'm not going home with you. You're definitely doing this to trick me into getting married to a perverted old geezer in a marriage alliance. I bet my adopted sister has made preparations to start fake-crying anytime by loading up on her eyedrops." My dad is amused, to say the least. "Why would any of that happen? Silvia is nothing but welcoming you to our home! Also, our family isn't a lowly organization that deals with human trafficking." But I refuse to believe my dad at all. On the way home, I keep typing something on my phone. My mom, the Donna, leans over curiously. "Are you writing a diary entry?" "Nope. I'm writing tips on 'How to Survive the Mafia.'" 1) My food will definitely be poisoned. 2) If I get close to a staircase, I'll definitely get pushed down the stairs. 3) I'll get framed for something that I've never done before. My parents swear to me that none of the things I've written will ever happen. They tell me that my adopted sister, Silvia Capone, has a great personality, and things are amicable in the family. However, everything changes when Silvia brings me a glass of juice before lunchtime and insists on watching me drink it. Instead, I dump the juice into a nearby vase of flowers. Just as my parents are about to scold me for wasting the juice, smoke begins drifting from the flowers inside the vase. Then, they start wilting rapidly. I calmly leave a bright red checkmark behind the "poison" tip. As my parents stare at the dead flowers, they can feel color draining from their faces. "You should send the juice to a chem lab for analysis."

IMELDA SURYADI, itu nama yang dengan bangga diberikan Mama padaku, Sakinah yang ikonik dengan perlawanan dan sepak terjangnya mengguncang institusi tempat papaku bekerja. Aku tumbuh dalam Lika liku drama keluarga karena poligami papa. kehidupan kami mulai bahagia setelah Papa menemukan kesadarannya dan kembali pada keluarga. saat pria yang pernah berhasil menyelamatkan papa menyatakan cinta, aku terbuai oleh kata-kata penuh makna dan janji bahwa dia akan menjaga dan memberiku kehidupan bahagia. Dia ya kayak yang mapan tapi aku yang masih muda tak menyadari hari aku sedang terlibat dalam apa, kupikir aku hanya sedang jatuh cinta dan ingin jadi istri yang berbakti, ternyata, aku masuk dalam lingkaran kehidupan mafia dan kriminal. tadinya aku tak ingin terlibat dengan semua kegiatan illegal suamiku, tapi beberapa hal membuatku mulai berontak, terutama saat ibu mertua hendak menjodohkan suamiku dengan wanita lain, demi kesepakatan bisnis dan keuntungan besar. Ibu mertua bilang aku tidak perlu mengkhawatirkan Bendi, karena ini hanya tentang persatuan dua keluarga yang ingin mendapatkan pengaruh lebih besar, Cinta suami hanya untukku. Tentu saja aku tak percaya, aku berontak dan kabur, sementara suami temperamenku mencari diri ini seakan sedang memburu binatang liar. Untunglah, dalam keadaan putus asa dan takukt, seseorang datang dan memberiku perlindungan. Dia adalah Roni sahabat suamiku. mereka adalah sahabat dekat sejak kecil. Demi menyelamatkanku Roni rela disakiti dan diancam oleh Mas Bendi, dia juga banyak mengalami pengancaman dan luka demi aku.

It all began with a single post about canceling a food delivery order. Overnight, I became the internet's punching bag. Thousands of vicious messages flooded my inbox, filled with photoshopped memorials urging me to die. They doxxed my family, plastered my personal details across shady websites, and used AI to create obscene images of me, spreading them in vile chat groups. They spread lies about my income, claiming it came from illicit sources, and accused me of carrying diseases. I didn't call the police or block the messages. Instead, I read every hateful word before singling out the 100 worst offenders. Every day, I sent each one a luxurious meal: Boston lobster, Australian wagyu, the works. Each delivery came with a simple note: [Thank you for your hard work.]

My family sold one of their properties to put me through school abroad. Nathan Kingsley and I had been together three years. Two of those were long-distance. Through those two years of me alone overseas, he never broke contact — airport pickups, long phone calls, every anniversary remembered. I'd never once doubted him. I thought distance hadn't beaten us. The day I flew home, he was waiting at Arrivals with a bouquet of flowers. He smiled and said, "Finally." We set the engagement date. We picked out the dress. We booked the reception. The day the wedding march began and I stood at the top of the aisle looking at him, I thought — these three years were worth every minute. Then the doors behind me opened. My sister walked into the chapel, in a white dress, and slid her arm through his. She smiled at me. "Sorry, sis. Those airport pickups? I'm the one who sent him. For the last three years, he's been mine the whole time."

When my mother finally found the real heiress, she was on her knees selling shoes on the street. And to my surprise, I recognized her—she was none other than my fiancé's first love. Determined to oust me, the fake heiress, she played her part well, putting on a daily show to make me look bad. I was content to play along, enjoying our little game, until my fiancé’s offhand remark, “Was that really necessary?" shattered my composure. Fine, I thought, “You can keep this husband and family. I’ve got better things to do—like finding my real parents.”