Karma Is Real

My husband, Malcolm Thorpe, has low sperm motility. After 33 rounds of IVF, I finally got pregnant. On delivery day, I start hemorrhaging, and the medical team calls for an emergency C-section. Malcolm signs the consent form, then rushes straight back to his childhood sweetheart's birthday party. But instead of starting the C-section, the surgeon says, "Ms. Jacobson, the electronic medical record lists you as single. This consent form isn't valid." I stop breathing for a beat. The happy marriage I believe in turns out to be a sham. Later, Mom and Dad rush in and sign the consent for me. But by then, the baby is gone. The asphyxia lasted too long. After surgery, I scrawl my name on the cremation consent with shaking hands, then dial a number without thinking. "Samuel, are you free now? Meet me in front of City Hall."

We have weird rules set in place in this home. 1. Ethan's opinion is the one that matters the most in all events. 2. If Matthew has any objections, please refer to the first rule. Ethan Moreno is the real heir who has been reunited with the family. I am Matthew Moreno, the fake heir. My adoptive parents claim that they've set up these rules because they are worried that Ethan might not feel at ease when he's home. That's why when Ethan asks to move into my room, I let him have it. When he demands that I give him my scholarship, I give it to him obediently. When he tells me he wants to marry my fiancee, Holly Nottings, I agree to it. Even when Ethan plans on using our family's account to donate ten million dollars to a university in exchange for an exchange student slot, I agree to let him have his way as well. After all, when I refused to give Ethan what he wanted in my previous life, he threatened to commit suicide after he got his sorry ass dumped by Holly. When my adoptive parents found out about it, they strung me up and had me whipped for three days and nights. By the time I was released, I was already reduced to a shriveled-up corpse. When I open my eyes once again, I hear my adoptive father claiming that he'll wire ten million dollars from the family account to Ethan.

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.

When I went for my prenatal checkup, I filled in my mafia husband Enrico Salvatore's information in the spouse column. However, the doctor told me, "The system shows no record of you ever being married. You're unmarried." I froze, unable to believe it. "How is that possible? We got married five years ago. Please check again." The doctor pulled up the system records again, and only one line appeared on the screen: [Marriage Registration: None.] At first, I thought the hospital had made a mistake. Then, I overheard Enrico talking to one of his men. "Isabella's the only one in my heart. I'll give her everything else she wants. But Luisa gave me a daughter. For the sake of the family's bloodline, I have to register our marriage and give her that status. Isabella can never find out about the registration." At that moment, I finally understood. The small wedding five years ago was nothing but a cover. We never registered. There was no legal marriage. Even the child I was carrying had no legal standing. It was all an elaborate lie he had crafted. Since none of this ever truly belonged to me, I would just leave.

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.]

"Amira akhirnya kembali ke Indonesia setelah sembilan tahun diasingkan keluarganya sendiri. Perundungan, kekerasan, bahkan pelecehan pernah dia dapatkan dari orang-orang yang seharusnya melindungi. Hingga wafatnya sang kakek seolah menjadi pembuka baginya untuk menuntut keadilan yang tak pernah dia dan ibunya dapatkan selama menjadi bagian dari keluarga konglomerat Adijaya yang ternyata memiliki banyak rahasia kelam.

At my 25th birthday party, my childhood sweetheart got down on one knee, holding a diamond ring. "Diane, will you marry me?" I nodded, my eyes misty with tears, but just as I reached out, he slipped the ring onto my best friend's finger instead. The room went silent for a beat before erupting in laughter. "Just kidding!" Livio Becker laughed. "You didn't take it seriously, did you?" I forced a smile and looked over his shoulder at someone. "I bet he would propose tonight, and I was right. You lost the bet, so tomorrow we're getting married for real."

Back when we were still in love, I heard from someone else that Charlie Grant had been getting unusually close to his secretary. He never offered an explanation. He let me dig for the truth on my own. Over the past five years, I quietly collected countless photos of them together—having lunch, leaving late-night meetings, even traveling for business—but none of them offered conclusive proof of cheating. Until the day he proposed to me. There was a giant screen set up. It was supposed to play a romantic video Charlie had prepared just for the proposal, but the screen suddenly cut to something else. A video of Charlie at a hospital, standing beside his secretary as she underwent a pregnancy check-up. In the video, the doctor clearly referred to Charlie as her husband… and the father of her child. His secretary burst into tears on the spot and apologized to me repeatedly. She sobbed as though she were the victim. Charlie, however, stood there with a cold expression and said flatly, "She's an unwed mother. She was helpless. I was just accompanying her for the checkup. The doctor must've misunderstood." Everyone braced for a dramatic scene. However, I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I only reached up and slowly removed the delicate flower hairpiece from my head. I set the hairpiece down. Then I looked Charlie in the eyes and spoke calmly. "You're right. It is sad that she’s pregnant and all alone. "This marriage proposal was meant for her. Not me." I gave a faint smile. "May you enjoy a blissful life. And… congratulations on the baby."

“Hei! Jangan sentuh pasien itu!” Dokter berteriak, tapi sudah terlambat. Terlambat, Ryan sudah menancapkan jarum di titik Shenmen dan Neiguan, dua titik vital dalam pengobatan Tiongkok kuno. Tangan kirinya menekan dada pasien sambil mengalirkan Qi yang baru dia sadari bisa ia kendalikan. Tut tut tut Detik kemudian, monitor berdetak lagi. "Siapa... anak ini?" Wakil Gubernur menarik napas panjang, memperhatikan pria muda yang menggagalkan kematiannya.

I spent five years helping my boyfriend Marco rise to the position of Don. I nearly died countless times, but I didn't care; I loved him. He used to look at me tenderly and promised to propose to me publicly at his Don succession ceremony. But on that very day, he held the hand of another Mafia Principessa Sophia Romano and announced their engagement. To completely get rid of me, Sophia pulled a stack of photos from her bag and slammed them into my face. "See for yourself! She's been sleeping around to get intel!" In the picture, I was leaning into a man's arms. I tried to explain, but Marco interrupted me. "I always knew you were lowborn, but I didn't realize you were this cheap." "Get out!" Marco pointed at the door. "Elena, you are exiled from the family. Never let me see you again." I finally saw this man for who he truly was. He was completely subservient to me when he needed my help to seize territory, but after becoming the Godfather, he needed a more distinguished Donna, and therefore no longer needed me. I sneered; they had no idea that the man in the picture was my brother, the Don of the most powerful Corleone family. Sophia’s family was nothing compared to the Corleone family. I stopped arguing and simply turned and left. But when my true identity was finally exposed, he crawled back to me, weeping and begging for my forgiveness.