Karma Marvel

"Lima belas ribu, Mas? Yang benar saja. Besok kamu tahu kan, kalau ibuku mau datang?" Kedua alis Aira naik ke atas dengan mata melebar.  "Kenapa? Apa ada yang salah? Terus ... kalau orang tuamu datang, kita mau menyambut seperti ratu, menyediakan ikan, daging, udang, cumi, begitu? Kita hidup harus hemat. Nggak peduli siapa yang datang. Bukankah orang kampung juga menyambut tamu dengan hidangan seadanya?"

Sahabatku yang selalu bersikeras menolak pernikahan, justru saat menemaniku melakukan program bayi tabung malah merebut sperma donor yang sudah kupilih. Saat itu aku langsung tahu, dia juga sudah terlahir kembali. Di kehidupan sebelumnya, aku ingin punya seorang bayi blasteran, jadi aku memilih melakukan bayi tabung. Sahabatku waktu itu bahkan mengejekku, katanya aku hanya sedang membantu orang asing membesarkan anak, benar-benar bodoh. Tapi siapa sangka, setengah bulan kemudian aku justru dijemput ke keluarga Kerajaan Duraya. Ternyata sperma donor yang kupilih adalah milik seorang pangeran Kerajaan Duraya berdarah campuran dari delapan negara. Bukan hanya hendak menikahiku sebagai putri mahkota, dia juga berjanji menjadikan anak kami sebagai pewaris kerajaan. Aku dan anakku mendapat perhatian penuh dari seluruh keluarga kerajaan, perhiasan yang menumpuk di tubuhku bahkan hampir membuatku tidak kuat menahannya. Sebaliknya, sahabatku justru karena terlalu menyanjung feminisme, akhirnya menyinggung mitra kerja, dipecat dari perusahaan, lalu diblokir di seluruh industri. Saat pesta seratus hari putraku, dia menggunakan seluruh tabungannya untuk membeli tiket pesawat dan datang menemuiku. Namun ketika aku menyambutnya, dia malah membunuh putraku dengan menjatuhkannya, lalu menyiramkan asam sulfat ke tubuhku. "Kenapa kamu bisa seberuntung itu? Dasar perempuan jalang, kamu tidak pantas!" Ketika membuka mata lagi, aku sudah kembali ke hari saat aku mengajaknya menemaniku melakukan bayi tabung.

La séptima vez que Sofía quedó con Leonardo para ir a firmar el acta de matrimonio, él volvió a dejarla plantada. Cuando ya iba a marcarle para preguntarle dónde estaba, se topó por casualidad con un TikTok de la amiga de la infancia de él. "Hoy celebramos 999 días de casados con mi amado esposo, desde el pasado hasta el futuro, siempre serás tú." En la foto, justo en el centro del librito rojo del matrimonio, aparecía bien claro el nombre de Leonardo Díaz en la parte de esposo. Y la fecha de matrimonio era el 20 de mayo de hace tres años. Así que esta era la verdadera razón por la que él nunca apareció en esas siete citas para casarse. Él ya era el esposo de otra.

I was once the most respected female intelligence officer in the underworld. I controlled black market trade, port lockdowns, and risk assessments for every smuggling route. These were the basics every new recruit learned on their first day in the Mafia. But my intel was never reliable. As time went by, everyone caught on. In this city, whether the ports were locked down or open for business didn't depend on intel. It depended on whether Vincenzo's childhood friend was in a bad mood. I had just sent an order over the family's secure channel: "Level-one lockdown. All shipping routes are closed." A moment later, the ports were thrown wide open. My rival mocked me in front of everyone. "Isabella's supposed to be the queen of underworld intelligence, isn't she? What happened, did she lose her touch?" Other family members twisted the knife without a second thought. "Her husband changes the rules at a word from his precious Amelia. Who's going to listen to her anymore?" "She's on the hook for any losses from this. That route reopening is going to bankrupt her!" I clutched a stack of formal censures from the family. I said nothing. It didn't matter. I was done being a pawn in their games. Soon, I would be gone for good.

At our wedding ceremony, the four-year-old nephew of my fiance, Michael Thompson, suddenly rushes onto the stage. He grabs his uncle's hand and cries, "Daddy, why are you marrying another woman? Don't you want me and Mommy anymore?" Seeing this, Lisa Jenner quickly runs over to intervene. She sounds apologetic, but her words are slightly provocative. "I'm so sorry, Sarah. Danny lost his father when he was little and has always seen Michael as his dad. He didn't mean to cause trouble." Even Michael remains completely calm as he picks up Danny. He explains to me, "Before David passed away, he made me promise to take care of his widow and child. I only let Danny call me 'Daddy' so he could have a normal childhood. You understand, right?" As I look at the three of them, standing there like the perfect family, I laugh coldly and rip off my veil. "This poor child has been through so much. How could I possibly steal his dad away? "You know what? Why don't I just let Lisa take my place up here? Then you can have your happy little family of three."

Ibu angkatku memiliki kebiasaan yang mengerikan. Dia sangat suka makan plasenta dan hanya menginginkan plasenta dari kerabat dekatnya. Dia percaya bahwa plasenta dapat menyembuhkan segala penyakit, jadi dia mengadopsi banyak gadis untuk dijadikan pelampiasan nafsu bagi putranya. Aku dan kakakku adalah saudara kembar. Namun, tampang kami sama sekali tidak mirip. Kakakku cantik dan pandai, serta sangat populer di panti asuhan. Karena itulah, ibu angkatku langsung terpikat padanya. Aku tidak tahu apa yang dikatakan kakakku pada ibu angkatku waktu itu. Namun pada akhirnya, dia memutuskan untuk mengadopsiku juga. Awalnya, aku berpikir kami akan menjalani kehidupan yang normal bersama. Namun, ilusi itu hanya bertahan selama satu tahun. Kenyataan baru mulai terbuka suatu malam ketika aku terbangun untuk pergi ke kamar mandi dan mendengar suara erangan dari kamar kakakku. Dengan jelas, aku melihat bayangan Donny, putra ibu angkatku, melakukan hal yang membuatku merinding di atas tubuh kakakku. Sejak itu, kakakku harus memenuhi keinginan ibu angkat dengan memberikan plasenta dari tiga anak yang dilahirkannya. Namun, saat ibu angkatku akhirnya menelan plasenta dari anak keempat kakakku, sesuatu yang tak terduga terjadi. Ibu angkatku tiba-tiba mengalami gangguan jiwa.

Una vez que quedé embarazada, fui aclamada como la mujer más preciosa del submundo. Mi esposo, el nuevo Don de la familia Jenkins, cerró toda una ala de un hospital privado para mis chequeos, mientras que mi padre, el Don de los Collins, convocó a todos los chefs con estrellas Michelin de Nueva York a la mansión, solo para que yo pudiera elegir cualquier cosa que se me antojara. El bebé que llevaba en mi vientre estaba destinado a ser el único heredero de las dos familias de la mafia más poderosas. Pero el día en que debíamos firmar los documentos que aseguraban la herencia de mi hijo, ambos desaparecieron. —Surgió un asunto familiar urgente —dijo mi esposo, Vincent, besando mi frente—. Podemos finalizar la herencia del niño cuando regresemos. No hay prisa. Poco después de que se marcharan, recibí un enlace a una transmisión en vivo anónima. La voz de mi padre se escuchaba en el video, más fría de lo que jamás la había sentido. —Estás diciendo que tu contrato de matrimonio con Evangeline nunca fue válido. ¿Eso no convierte al niño en un bastardo? Vincent, relajado en un club, sopló un anillo de humo. Acurrucada en sus brazos estaba mi media hermana, Sarah. —Evangeline siempre ha tenido todo el amor y el afecto. A su hijo no le faltará nada —respondió Vincent—. Sarah ha sido burlada por su estatus durante años. Tengo que hacer las cosas bien para ella, darle a nuestro hijo un nombre legítimo. En ese momento, mi corazón se paralizó y apenas podía respirar. Entonces mi teléfono vibró de nuevo. Era un mensaje de texto: [Bienvenida a casa a la familia Gallo, mi reina.] [Solo di la palabra, y el niño que llevas llevará el apellido Gallo y se convertirá en el heredero más poderoso del submundo estadounidense.]

Assim que engravidei, fui aclamada como a mulher mais preciosa do submundo. Meu marido, o novo Don da família Jenkins, fechou uma ala inteira de um hospital particular para meus exames, enquanto meu pai, o Don dos Collins, convocou todos os chefs com estrelas Michelin de Nova York para a mansão, apenas para que eu pudesse escolher o que desejasse comer. O bebê que eu carregava estava destinado a ser o único herdeiro das duas mais poderosas famílias mafiosas. Mas no dia em que iríamos assinar os papéis garantindo a herança do meu filho, os dois desapareceram. — Surgiu um assunto familiar urgente. — Disse meu marido, Vincent, beijando minha testa. — Podemos finalizar a herança da criança quando voltarmos. Não há pressa. Pouco depois que eles partiram, recebi um link para uma transmissão ao vivo anônima. A voz do meu pai veio do vídeo, mais fria do que eu jamais tinha ouvido. — Você está dizendo que seu contrato de casamento com Evangeline nunca foi válido. Isso não torna a criança uma bastarda? Vincent, relaxado em um clube, soltou um anel de fumaça. Acomodada em seus braços estava minha meia-irmã, Sarah. — Evangeline sempre teve todo o amor e carinho. Seu filho nunca vai precisar de nada. — Sarah foi ridicularizada por seu status durante anos. Preciso consertar as coisas para ela, dar ao nosso filho um nome legítimo. Naquele momento, meu coração se apertou, e eu mal conseguia respirar. Então meu celular vibrou novamente. Era uma mensagem de texto: [Bem-vinda ao lar da família Gallo, minha rainha.] [Só me confirme, e a criança que carrega terá o nome Gallo e se tornará o herdeiro mais poderoso do submundo americano.]

It was my 30th birthday, and my husband said he had a surprise for me. However, on the day of my birthday, he was nowhere to be found. I called him countless times, but no one answered. Just as I was about to panic and consider calling the police, I happened to see a post on the social media feed of his female secretary. “A typhoon hit, and my boss was worried about my safety, so he personally took me home. How wonderful! I’ve got a guardian angel for myself!” My anxiety turned to cold calm in an instant. I commented on her post: “Traveling during a typhoon is dangerous. Tell him he doesn’t need to come back.” Not long after I posted the comment, my husband called. “Kelly, I was only concerned about the safety of my subordinate, and yet you’re thinking such vile thoughts. “Birthdays come every year. Missing one won’t kill you!” You were right. Birthdays came every year. But there was no way I would celebrate them with you.

I was the stand-in who looked most like my husband's first love. He put me through countless plastic surgeries, both major and minor ones, until I became her exact likeness. But then, she came back from the dead. All it took was her saying, "I don't like anyone looking like me," and he sent me right back to the operating table once more. I begged him, telling him that my body couldn't handle it anymore. Alas, he only looked at me with irritation. "Seeing that cheap imitation of her face just disgusts me," he sneered. "No matter how close you come, you'll never be her." In the end, I died on that operating table. Yet, he went mad, trying desperately to recall what I once looked like.