Karma Nagisa

When the fire broke out, I called my husband, Hector. He didn't answer. Instead, he ran straight into the flames—to save my sister, Emma. They held each other, clinging to life, while I was trapped in the basement, watching my calls go ignored until all hope burned out. Afterward, Emma played innocent, twisting everything. She told him, "Hector, don't blame Sienna. She didn't leave me on purpose... she was just scared." Her lie made me the villain, and everyone bought it. Fueled by hatred, Hector spat, "She's so vicious—why didn't that fire just take her?" Three months later, the police found my body.

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After they pulled her out, his rage shifted onto me. “It’s your fault she got hurt,” he spat, his eyes blazing as he grabbed me. Before I could make sense of what was happening, he forced me into a wooden box, slamming the lid down with a deafening crack. “You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain she went through,” he hissed, nailing it shut. I pounded on the walls, my screams tearing through the air. “Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me out!” My throat burned with the effort, my fists aching, but nothing stopped him. “Stay in there until you’ve figured out how to act like a decent human being,” he said, his voice cold, dripping with contempt. Hours passed. My body twisted unnaturally in the tight space, bones throbbing as blood smeared the wood beneath me. I whispered into the dark, the pain unbearable. "Please… just let me out…" But he didn’t care. A week later, he returned, his laughter echoing with hers as they entered the house, carefree from their trip. He finally opened the box. But by then, I was already gone. The woman he locked away was no longer breathing, no longer pleading. Just a cold, silent corpse.

Zeva, seorang mantan narapidana yang baru saja bebas beberapa hari lalu. Citra yang buruk, membuat kehidupan tak lagi berpihak padanya. Dia sulit menemukan pekerjaan maupun wanita. Karena dia merasa tidak ada wanita baik-baik yang mau menjalin cinta dengan mantan napi, akhirnya dia mencari wanita malam untuk berkencan. Wanita malam itu bernama Vianca, dia sudah mau taubat namun Zeva menyuruh Vianca jangan dulu taubat karena Zeva suka dengan wajah Vianca.Mereka akhirnya bertemu dengan membawa masa lalu yang sama-sama kelam. Vianca sama sekali tidak menyangka, dirinya yang begitu takut karena Zeva adalah mantan napi akhirnya jatuh cinta juga.Sementara itu Zeva, menganggap Vianca adalah wanita paling indah, tapi layak dilupakan. Dia malas berhubungan serius dengan bekas wanita malam.

Olivia terjebak dalam tubuh Esther Belliana Ravenshire, permaisuri antagonis dalam novelnya sendiri yang belum selesai. Berniat menjadi penonton pasif untuk melihat bagaimana William si tokoh utama berakhir bahagia dengan Claire sang Saintess yang menjadi cinta pertamanya, Olivia justru membuat satu kesalahan fatal, yaitu membawa kepribadiannya yang tulus dan lembut ke dalam watak Esther yang angkuh dan keras. Ketulusan dan kecerdasannya justru meluluhkan kebencian orang-orang dan membuat William jatuh cinta padanya, bukan pada Claire. Tanpa sadar telah menghancurkan naskahnya sendiri, Esther dihadapkan pada dua pilihan besar. Menerima cinta itu, atau terus mempertahankan kisah yang hampir hancur ini. Pada akhirnya, siapa yang berhak menggenggam akhir bahagia?

Tak banyak yang ingin kulakukan selain menggiring kaca dan membalurkan di wajah wanita yang telah menggoda suamiku. Mencoba mendekatiku dan berusaha menjadi temanku, Padahal diam-diam dia berencana untuk mendapatkan posisi sebagai istri sah dan menyingkirkan diri ini.

My husband's first love was scalded by boiling water. To punish me, he forced me into a customized steamer half my height, turned the heat to its highest setting, and sealed me inside. "I'll make you feel the pain Jessica suffered a thousand times over!" Trapped in the suffocating space, my breath came in ragged gasps. Heat seared my skin, and my body felt as though it would melt. I sobbed, begging him for mercy. "Please! I'm going to die!" But he didn't look back. Holding his beloved in his arms, he walked away. He even locked the door after he left the room. "Don't worry, you won't die. This is the only way you'll understand Jessica's pain." Despair swallowed me whole. I screamed, my voice raw, but the boiling water beneath me splashed up, scalding my skin, stealing even the strength to cry. He left the country with Jessica that same night. A week passed before he finally remembered my existence. "That wretched woman must have learned her lesson by now. Let her out." What he didn't know was that the water had long since boiled away, the heat had faded, and inside the steamer, my corpse lay rotting—swarmed with maggots.

The cataclysm was upon us. The world was besieged by a wave of deadly frost, covering everything it touched in an icy coffin. We were trapped in a cave of ice, but fortunately, Joshua Frost came to our rescue just in time. I thought I was saved, but I thought wrong. Joshua didn't even give me a moment of his time. Instead, he went to my best friend's side. "Irene isn't good with the cold, and she's not in the best of health. Just hang on for a bit, Sera. The rescue squad's coming soon." When the rescue squad did come, I had passed out from the extreme cold, my body numb. While I was weakened, Joshua stripped me of my Ability and gave it to my best friend.

My mother-in-law, Teresa Hawke, said she was trapped inside her burning villa. I called my husband, Asher Jensen, begging him to save her. But he was too busy at some bar, flirting with his childhood sweetheart, Melanie Lanner. It wasn't until I begged him, over and over, that he finally went to save Teresa. But Melanie was snatched from that same bar, tortured, killed, and dumped. He acted like none of it mattered until I got pregnant. Then out of nowhere, he threw it all back on me, saying it was my fault. Asher pulled every string he could to bankrupt my family, driving Mom and Dad to leap to their deaths. Then he rounded up a gang of violent psychopaths and threw me in with them. I begged again and again, but he just watched me with that dead stare. "You'll suffer like Mel did before she died! She left this world in agony. Why should you get to live? That's not fair." 99 stab wounds—that was how many it took before I finally bled out and died. And then, I woke up, right back on the day Teresa screamed for help from inside that burning villa.

"Menikahlah, bapak sudah menentukan calon yang terbaik untukmu, Nadina!" Nadina Hafisa Rahmi harus menerima dijodohkan dengan anak seorang kiai pondok besar bernama Muhammad Nadhif meskipun saat ini hatinya sedang mengagumi pria lain sejak duduk dibangku SMA. "Saya telah berjanji untuk menjagamu di sepanjang hidup saya. Dan apapun yang terjadi, saya akan selalu berusaha membuatmu bahagia dan bangga dengan pernikahan ini, Nadina." Follow Instagram @annisarz.id dan @annisa_rosyidzzhr ya!

To get me to agree to a divorce, my husband lied and told me he had stomach cancer. I glanced at the medical report in my bag and said nothing. Instead, I broke down right then and there, sobbing like my heart was being ripped apart, absolutely refusing to divorce him. Because what he didn't know… was that he actually had cancer. Just not stomach cancer—liver cancer. And with his funeral coming up soon, if we divorced now, who would inherit all his assets? No way. I couldn't let this divorce happen!