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Si tu n'avais plus que 72 heures à vivre

Si tu n'avais plus que 72 heures à vivre

Le jour où j'ai décidé de donner mon corps à la science, ma famille s'est rassemblée autour de ma sœur adoptive, Chloé, pour fêter son admission dans un programme expérimental de pointe. Celle qui était censée avoir un cancer du cerveau, c'était moi. Mais Chloé avait profité de la position de mon mari, Zane, à l'hôpital pour échanger ses dossiers médicaux sains contre mon diagnostic en phase terminale. Elle m'a volé ainsi la seule chance que j'avais de survivre. Et le pire ? Tout le monde l'a applaudie. La douleur est devenue insupportable. J'ai lutté pour rester présente, jusqu'au moment où j'ai surpris les infirmières chuchotant : « Heureusement que le docteur Zane a obtenu cette place pour Chloé. Ils disaient qu'il ne lui restait que trois jours à vivre. » Alors, pendant les soixante-douze dernières heures de ma vie, j'ai tout lâché, en silence. Quand j'ai remis à Chloé les manuscrits originaux de mes romans, dans lesquels j'avais mis toute mon âme, mon père et mon frère m'ont adressé un sourire satisfait. Quand Zane a décidé d'exaucer le vœu soi-disant ultime de Chloé en l'épousant, il m'a tendu les papiers du divorce. J'ai signé sans la moindre hésitation. Il a soupiré et m'a félicitée d'être enfin raisonnable. Et quand c'est moi qui ai poussé notre fille, Olivia, à appeler Chloé « maman », Olivia s'est exclamée que sa nouvelle maman était la meilleure. « Ne t'inquiète pas, » m'a rassurée Zane. « C'est juste pour la protéger pour l'instant. Une fois qu'elle sera partie, tout reviendra vers toi. » J'ai tout donné à Chloé, exactement comme ils le voulaient. Alors pourquoi, quand ils ont découvert que tout cela n'était qu'un mensonge abject inventé par Chloé, sont-ils venus pleurer pour ça, en disant que c'est moi qu'ils avaient toujours voulu ?
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The Late Heiress’ Memories

The Late Heiress’ Memories

I was the real heiress in a case of a mistaken identity. Three months after my return, the imposter heiress disappeared.   My brother, Caleb Carter, accused me of jealousy, believing I had driven the fake heiress away. The disappointed look on my parents’ faces revealed their true thoughts.   I was confined in the basement, subjected to daily torture.   Even after my death, my family donated my brain to a research institution.   Later, I watched from heaven as my family broke down upon watching my memories.
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Teror Rumah Warisan

Teror Rumah Warisan

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Reyna dan Adit yang baru saja kehilangan hartanya, terpaksa tinggal di rumah peninggalan almarhum kedua orang tua Adit. Rumah itu merupakan warisan untuknya yang pernah ia tolak. Sejak kepindahannya, berbagai hal aneka terjadi. Mulai dari Reyna yang selalu diganggu oleh makhluk tak kasat mata. Selain itu, hal aneh lainnya Adit rasakan saat para penjaga rumah tersebut bersikap tak wajar. Adit meminta bantuan sang kakak yang bernama Aldi, untuk menyelesaikan masalah yang terjadi dalam rumah itu. Namun, sebuah kenyataan pahit terungkap, jika sang kakak lah dalang dibalik semua kekacauan keluarga Adit.
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After taking my sister's identity, I started her revenge.

After taking my sister's identity, I started her revenge.

My twin sister died on her 18th birthday. She died of respiratory failure in a dark corner of a hotel after being raped. Her dearest friend, Joanne Lowe, whom she always cared for and supported, turned around and anonymously spread photos of my sister being raped. I then slowly ruined the face which had so badly wanted to replace my sister with a knife. With blood everywhere, I cradled Joanne's face as if it were a piece of art and said, "My beloved sister is gone, and you people who harmed her won't be let off so easily."
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Kurelakan Suamiku untuk si Pelakor Magang

Kurelakan Suamiku untuk si Pelakor Magang

Awalnya, Yumna merasa biasa saja, ketika ada chat masuk di mesenger. Dikarenakan suaminya mengatakan bahwa itu adalah anak SMA yang dia jumpai saat kunjungan kerjanya di daerah Jogya. Namun, lama-kelamaan chatnya terlalu menjurus. Isi chatnya pun tidak sesuai dengan usianya, yang seharusnya masih senang berkumpul dengan sahabat-sahabatnya. Attar-- Suami Yumna pun tidak terlalu serius menanggapi gombalan dari anak SMA tersebut. Akan tetapi, Yumna merasa ada yang berbeda dari suaminya setelah tiga bulan kepulangannya dari tugas dan saat menanggapi chat dari anak SMA yang bernama Shanum. Yumna mulai menyelidiki tentang Attar--suaminya dan remaja yang akan menjadi perusak rumah tangganya. Apakah yang didapati oleh Yumna, saat dia mulai curiga pada suaminya? Akankah rumah tangganya hancur oleh kehadiran remaja yang diduga sebagai pelakor?
Rumah Tangga
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Cursed Baby Bottle

Cursed Baby Bottle

On the day of my son's one-month celebration, my notoriously stingy sister-in-law surprised me with a branded baby bottle. But instead of accepting it, I turned away and gave it to the neighbor's cruel son who had XYY syndrome. In my previous life, I had accepted that bottle with genuine gratitude, using it day and night to feed my son. I never imagined that a month later, in the dead of night, my son would suddenly suffer a heart attack and die in my arms. Strangely enough, the very next day after my son passed, my sister-in-law's sickly child—who had been confined to the neonatal intensive care unit since birth—was miraculously discharged in perfect health. Losing my son shattered me completely. I spent my days drowning in tears. My husband called me a cursed woman, claimed I brought nothing but disaster, and demanded a divorce. Not only that, but he insisted I leave with nothing. When I refused, he and my sister-in-law joined forces and accidentally beat me to death. It wasn't until after I died that I learned the truth. The woman I had thought was my husband's younger sister wasn't his blood relative at all. She had been adopted by his mother years ago to be raised as his future wife. Together, they had plotted to destroy me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my sister-in-law handed me that baby bottle.
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My Billionaire Husband Faked His Downfall

My Billionaire Husband Faked His Downfall

My husband, once a powerful CEO, had become bankrupt and sank into depression. Overnight, I went from being the wife of a CEO to a lowly worker. To help him pay off his debts and cover the costs of his depression treatment, I took a job as a hostess at an auction house. However, I never expected to see my husband there, who should've been in the hospital undergoing therapy, sitting in the VIP section. Without any hesitation, he bid on an exorbitantly priced necklace and gave it to the woman beside him. That necklace—the one I had pawned to pay off his debts—was my grandmother's heirloom.
Short Story · Romance
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Soeurs en cendres

Soeurs en cendres

Ma sœur et moi nous étions mariées le même jour. Nos maris, l'un capitaine des pompiers, l'autre policier, étaient amis depuis l'enfance. Ils avaient même acheté des appartements sur le même palier pour rester voisins. Pourtant, quand l’incendie a frappé, nous les avons appelés à l’aide en vain. Finalement, j’ai accouché d’un bébé mort-né, et ma sœur a perdu le sien aussi. Alors, nous avons toutes les deux décidé de divorcer.
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Love's Illusions: Secondhand Affections

Love's Illusions: Secondhand Affections

The whole world knows that Rachel Saffron is Matt Quillon's and Sean Coal's true love. My best friend, Winnie Hamilton, and I are merely substitutes for Rachel. It seems like I'm the love of Matt's life, and Winnie is the only woman Sean has ever had eyes for. However, we both know this is nothing but an act.
Short Story · Romance
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He Fell in Love with Me Too Late

He Fell in Love with Me Too Late

At the height of my love for Seth Scott, he gave his heart to someone else. The winter chill seeped through the walls, and I lay beneath my blankets, trembling through the long, dark hours. He was out there, holding another woman close, warming her feet against his chest. He dismissed me as dramatic, refusing even a final glance. But what he didn’t realize was that I was dying. And he would never have the chance to see me again.
Short Story · Romance
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