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A psychotic mafia leader with a crush. A girl with abandonment issues and a mild addiction to her mysterious stalker. Caroline doesn’t know it, but her life is forever changed after meeting Marshall Brown. She has never known love like this . . . or danger like this. Is love really forever? Even if the person you love isn’t who you believed them to be? He may not be a saint, but she’s not cut out for heaven either.

Sinopsis Diceraikan di malam pertama serta dipermalukan sebagai wanita yang tidak sempurna, membuat Anjani terluka sedalam-dalamnya. Juragan Supeno–Lelaki 45 tahun yang menjadikannya istri ke-dua sebagai penebus hutang pamannya itu mengumbar aibnya di depan khalayak ramai. Ia menyatakan Anjani cacat sehingga tidak bisa melayaninya sebagai seorang istri. Gadis kalem yang merasa terinjak-injak harga dirinya itu merasa perlu membuktikan pada semua orang bahwa dia bukan wanita yang lemah, yang bisa diremehkan hanya karena tidak memiliki harta benda. Berangkat dari rasa sakit di hatinya, Anjani bertekad untuk menyusun jalan hidupnya, mencari pekerjaan untuk membuktikan pada semua orang bahwa ia tak pantas diremehkan. Perjalanan hidup yang pelik membawanya kepada sebuah pekerjaan yang mempertemukannya dengan Ahmad–seorang dr. Sp.OG. Apa yang terjadi selanjutnya? Bagaimana kelanjutan nasib Anjani? Bagaimana rencana yang Anjani susun untuk membalaskan sakit hatinya? Baca juga karya Pena_Zahra yang lain : - Setipis Benang Sutera (Tamat) - Cinta Satu Malam - Pesona Om Bujang Lapuk ( TAMAT)

After a night of passion, Elena finds herself pregnant and fleeing her arranged marriage to a ruthless Mafia Don. Her escape is cut short when three powerful beings – a scorching dragon King , a seductive vampire Prince, and a brooding lycan king – claim her as their own. Now, hunted by both the Don and the supernatural Beings, Elena was stucked in a dangerous world of forbidden desires and hidden agendas, while desperately trying to protect her unborn child and uncover the truth about the fathers of her unexpected Pregnancy

Fifteen years ago, my parents-in-law were cut into pieces. My wife and I spent years searching for the killer. One day, I came back from the market and found that the neighbor’s family had been murdered in the same way. At the crime scene, I saw the neighbor’s face in the mirror. I rushed out and chased him. I was just about to catch him when my wife stopped and handcuffed me with her own hands. “Drop the act. You’re the killer!”

Everyone in Asterhaven knew—Maxwell Porter hated Zoey Bradford. Hated how she clung so desperately to their marriage. Hated how she refused to set him free. He asked for a divorce. Ninety-nine times. But the hundredth time, when he thought she'd turn him down like always, her voice cut through the air, cold as ice that had been frozen for a thousand years. "Fine. Let's get divorced."

She blankly stares at the unfamiliar ceiling. 'Didn't I die?! I'm sure I cut my wrist. I felt it! I watched my blood flow before I blacked out! What's happening?!' She is Raine, an orphan who died by her own hands... Now she's given a new life and a family. A life in ancient times.Author: Please excuse my lapses on grammar as I am an amateur writer.

It was my twentieth birthday. My father presented me with the photos of many rich heiresses across the nation. He wanted me to pick the one to have a political marriage with. I told him I wanted to leave that in the hands of fate. Why? In my previous life, I picked Rachel Osborne, an heiress from Shampton. And I did that without hesitation. After we got married, I found out her true love, Zacharias Newman, had gotten himself drunk at a bar. The reason? He was heartbroken that we got married. And while he was drunk, a robber mugged him and cut off his hand's tendons. He tried to kill himself three times, and who did my wife blame? Me. She extracted my family's assets and gave them all to her beloved. My family was left as an empty husk. And she let him cut our brake lines. Thanks to him, my family and I died in a horrifying car crash. This was my second life. This time, I chose Seraphina Oliviera, an heiress from Fortunopolis. She was someone who couldn't care less about worldly matters and was a God-fearing woman. Eventually, I showed up at the engagement with Seraphina, but that apparently drove Rachel mad.

My grandfather, the company’s chairman, had an unmistakable obsession with pink. Not only had he decorated his entire house in soft rosy hues, but he even had his newly purchased Rimac Nevera repainted in blush pink. I was home for the summer. On the day he got his new car, he excitedly asked me to drive him to work. We had just entered the underground parking garage when a black Rolls-Royce suddenly blared its horn and sped up to cut in front of me. It then slammed on the brakes without warning. Unable to react in time, I crashed straight into it. The driver lowered his window and cursed at me. His face was twisted with arrogance. “Are you blind? Vixen, can’t you drive?” Swallowing my anger, I retorted, “You were the one who deliberately cut me off. How can you twist this around and blame me?” He let out a mocking snort. “You women in pink cars are hopeless drivers, yet you still blame others? You had it coming. You must be a new intern. Let me tell you something. You’ve just hit the chairman’s car. Get ready to go bankrupt!” My grandfather and I exchanged a baffled look. If that was the chairman’s car, what were we in?

Three years ago, my husband, my parents, and my adopted sister faked their deaths to test whether I had married into the DeLuca family for love or for power. They cut off my money, took my home, and left me and my son with nothing. Three years later, they came back. My husband stepped out of a black Rolls-Royce, looked down at me, and said, “Evelyn, you passed the test.” What he didn’t know was that my son was already dead. And I was dying too.

My husband, Jacob Morris, wrongly believed that I had pushed the woman he loved down the stairs. So, he locked me in the basement to make me reflect on my actions. He hired people to punish me, trying to break my spirit. I suffered inhumane torture. My tendons were cut, and my face was disfigured. Four years later, he finally remembered me and let me out. But by then, I was too broken to love him anymore.