Karma Tukang Fitnah

I am the hated true daughter of my family. One day, I was kidnapped along with my sister. The kidnappers cut off a section of my finger and sent it to my parents. But they just thanked God that the kidnappers had not cut off my sister’s finger. They deciphered the hint from my sister and alerted the police, but the kidnappers learned about it. To protect my sister, they told the kidnappers that I was the one who revealed the address to them. Because of it, I was tortured to death while my sister was saved. Oddly, when my parents found my mangled body, they broke down and said that they were going to make my sister and the kidnappers pay.

Après une fausse couche, je suis sortie seule de la chambre et me suis dirigée vers le bureau du médecin où Serge se trouvait. Alors que je levais la main pour frapper à la porte, j'ai entendu leur conversation. Serge : « Enlevez l'utérus de ma femme, je ne veux pas qu'elle me donne un autre enfant. » Il a saisi la femme à ses côtés et l'a conduite devant le médecin, la main caressant son ventre : « Mais l'enfant qu'elle porte, il faut absolument le préserver, c'est mon seul héritier. » Cette femme, je la connaissais bien, c'était Jessica Picard, la secrétaire de Serge depuis trois ans. Il a répété avec sérieux et anxiété ses instructions au médecin : « Utilisez les meilleurs médicaments ! Je ne tolérerai aucun accident ! » J'ai replié ma main, et tout mon corps s'est figé, comme plongé dans un abîme glacé. Je ne m'attendais pas à ce que l'homme que j'avais aimé, après avoir perdu notre enfant, prenne une décision aussi cruelle. Je ne pensais pas que ma confiance en lui se transformerait en une lame acérée, qui me poignarderait le cœur... Si l'amour a une autre forme, c'est probablement celle de laisser partir, pour lui permettre d'être heureux.

Banyak kasus nikah dua bulan lalu melahirkan. Atau nikah kemarin hari ini melahirkan ... memang sudah tua dunia ini, hal seperti ini layaknya kejadian biasa saja. Dan itu terjadi pada Dara. Gadis pendiam kebanggaan orang tuanya. Tak di nyana dia melahirkan tepat di malam saat siangnya di adakan acara lamaran untuknya. bagaimana kisahnya? Subcribe bukunya yah semua.

Kania, Arga dan Rasti adalah tiga sahabat sebelum akhirnya sebuah dendam masa lalu merubah persahabatan mereka menjadi sebuah malapetaka. Apakah Rasti menuntaskan dendamnya atau malah menjadi korban atas dendamnya ataukah akan ada korban yang mendendam dan balik mendendam kepadanya? Lalu bagaimanakah akhir hubungan Kania, Arga dan Rasti? Akankah mereka terlibat cinta segitiga? Atau malah bermusuhan karena dendam masa lalu itu? Daripada penasaran, kuy baca dan ikuti Dendam Kania di sini. Jangan lupa komen dan like buat semangat penulis ya.

Lima tahun setelah kematianku, ibuku menerima telepon dari polisi yang mengatakan bahwa ada kabar tentang diriku. Ibu bergegas pulang ke kampung halamannya bersama adik laki-lakiku. Setibanya di sana, dia langsung mendobrak pintu rumah nenek. "Mana Stella? Jago juga anak sialan itu bersembunyi. Cepat ambil kornea matanya buat adiknya." "Stella sudah meninggal," ucap Nenek terbata-bata sambil menangis. Ibu malah mencibir, "Bohong, polisi sudah meneleponku dan mengatakan kalau sudah ada kabar tentang dia." "Dasar nenek tua sialan! Kalau kamu nggak menyerahkannya sekarang, keluar sana dari rumah ini." Melihat sikap ibu, nenek menangis dan mengeluarkan fotoku dengan gemetar. "Stella, kamu nyesel tolongin adikmu?"

After being bullied to death at school, I was reborn as a newborn baby. And then I realized my mother was the same person who had tormented me. Now she was whispering to me sweetly, “Oh, my precious baby.” Precious baby? I immediately started thrashing in her arms, trying to jab my tiny fingers into her eyes. From this day forward, this ‘precious baby’ would be out for revenge!

Cerita ini mengisahkan bagaimana pahitnya seorang istri yang harus merelakan suaminya menikahi wanita lain. Hal itu di karenakan ia belum mampu memberikan keturunan.

Dania dan kedua anaknya memergoki suaminya yang selalu pergi pagi pulang pagi dengan alasan sibuk, ternyata dia malah makan di restoran besar dengan seorang wanita dan anak-anak yang entah anak siapa dalam waktu yang lama.

During a critical heart transplant, my doctor husband insisted his intern assist despite her garish nail art compromising the sterile field. When I called her out, he abandoned the patient mid-surgery to comfort her. I begged him to return, but he snapped, "Giselle is upset. Can't you wait? This is nothing compared to her feelings." 40 minutes later, the patient bled out and died. Later, they discovered that he was our highly respected mayor and placed the blame on me. "If it weren't for you causing a scene and kicking us out of the operating room, the mayor wouldn't have bled to death. This is all your fault!" Defenseless, I was sentenced to life in prison, tortured, and died in agony. My husband and his intern walked down the aisle, enjoying their happy life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of that fateful surgery.

In my last life, my brother Leo—the heir to the Moretti crime family—stripped our estate bare of every last soldier, all for a Vegas jaunt. All because his new flame, Scarlett, had a jones for the high-roller tables. The Volkovs—our rivals, the very ones Leo had just pissed off—saw their opening and stormed our gates. My mother, Sofia, took a bullet meant for me. Died protecting me. I blew up Leo’s phone, my pleas turning to screams. He didn't answer. He waltzed back in after the shooting stopped, bringing our men home, but far too late for it to matter. Then, the news from Vegas. Scarlett was gone. A suicide note left behind. In it, she painted me as the monster. The one who’d leaked our weaknesses to the Volkovs. The one who'd orchestrated a fake kidnapping and torture plot, all to drive her to despair and lure Leo home. A perfect, tragic lie. Leo read the letter calmly. Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right in the middle of the fire and the blood. This time, I shoved my mother behind me, dragging her toward the panic room. And the bastards who were too blind to believe me? They’ll regret it.