Kasur Air

Five years ago, Carla left her soul mate in their rumpled bed in a rented house in Mykonos, convinced she doesn’t deserve him, and he comes back to her life the secret lover of her best friend. Carla’s childhood friend Thera is visiting Greece after ten years, bringing Jake Winters with her, her boss whom she has been a long time secretly in love with. But Jake turns out to be Tom Sawyer, the pseudonym he used as a male escort five years ago – and he is still hotter than sin. It did not take long to see that the passion that drove them that blissful whole week together drives them still. He remains the only man who makes her feel that happiness is possible, but giving in to him means betraying her best friend, even though it’s evident that they aren’t lovers. That Thera made it all up. Billionaire programmer Jake Winters took over a gigolo trip for a friend once five years ago and that changed his whole life. But the culprit in doing so left him without a goodbye. When he finally finds Carla again, she turns out to be the childhood friend of his sweet secretary. As fierce as she is in bed, she is as loyal to people she cares about and he has to clear the air between him and Thera because the only thing he’s thinking about is becoming Carla’s gigolo again. For life. And as soon as possible. Like yesterday.

Ma secrétaire ou ma femme ? Quand l’épouse délaisse, la secrétaire enlace… Fred étouffe entre les silences d’une femme trop connectée à tout, sauf à lui. À la maison, Christelle oublie son rôle ; au bureau, Niclette le redécouvre. Ce qui n’était que coups d’œil discrets devient caresses de l’âme. Jusqu’où peut-on glisser quand l’amour change de bureau ?

Aj needs big money for her father's medication and operation, then he meets a guy and offers her a job that can make her problems solved. She needs to sign a marriage contract and be the wife of the lawyer's client. She doesn't know who her husband is, neither name nor age. Then suddenly someone knocked on her door, a man is standing in front of her, wearing a suit. The man introduced himself as her bodyguard. She had no choice but to accept him. When they started to live together in her husband's house, She became uneasy because of her bodyguard. He makes her uncomfortable because her feelings and desire for him are starting to build up. They happened to have a one-night stand because of her, he stopped her, but she wanted to feel him. That's when she started to have an affair with her mysterious bodyguard. But what if she found out the real identity of her bodyguard? Would she stop wanting him, or would she still let him own her?

Her father made her marry an absolute stranger, and for six years, he abandoned her, ignoring all of her advances to make their marriage work out. Now she wants a divorce, but he refuses to let her go. "Fine. If you're not going to let me go, I'll make sure this works out for all of eternity, Mr Damon. You're mine."

Slave. A word I've been hearing for the past 10 years that I have completely forgot what my real name was. My money driven parents sold me to the Alpha of the New moon pack when I was only 10 in return for a large sum of money. I was nothing but a worthless human who never had her first shift and I was kicked to the lowest of the low, beaten, worked to death and cursed all day. Losing all hope in life, something still made me want to hang on a little while longer. I can feel my chest warm up with fire and I pray to God that I'm not being delirious.

"Mm… Slow down, honey... You'll wake Julie..." Chasing a thrill, my best friend, Natalie Turner, and her husband, Scott Turner, were actually making love right in front of me. Their hushed, breathy sounds filled the room, intimate and unmistakable. My face burned the entire time, heat rushing straight to my ears. I barely dared to breathe as I froze in place, waiting until Natalie finally drifted into unconscious sleep. And then, the very next second, Scott climbed onto me.

Karena kalah dalam permainan iseng bersama sahabatnya, Jeffreyan Wicaksana — pewaris sekaligus CEO muda Wicaksana Group — terpaksa menerima "hadiah kekalahan" yang tak biasa: satu malam bersama Raisa Andrianna, karyawannya sendiri yang dikenal cupu, pendiam, dan tak punya teman. Awalnya Ana hanya datang ke pesta untuk merayakan kenaikan jabatan sang atasan. Tapi nasib membawanya ke malam penuh luka yang tak pernah ia bayangkan. Malam itu mengubah segalanya. Menghancurkan masa depan dan kesucian yang selama ini dia jaga. Yang lebih mengejutkan, malam kelam itu bukan akhir dari segalanya. Setelahnya, hidup Ana berubah jadi neraka. Jeffreyan, si CEO kejam, mulai menekan, menyiksa, dan mempermainkan emosinya — membuat Ana trauma dan kehilangan arah. Tapi anehnya, pria itu juga tak membiarkan Ana lepas dari genggamannya. Apa yang sebenarnya Jeffreyan inginkan dari Ann? Mampukah Ana bertahan menghadapi kegilaan sang CEO? Atau... justru jebakan ini akan mengikat mereka dalam takdir yang tak terduga? Temukan jawabannya dalam HASRAT DAN GAIRAH MEMBARA CEO KEJAM — kisah cinta yang gelap, penuh tekanan, tapi sulit dilepaskan.

Adrienne Maizahira harus menghadapi pahitnya kehidupan. Setelah ditinggalkan oleh ibunya kepada ayah tirinya, harapannya untuk disayangi dengan baik hancur lebur. Ternyata, ayah tirinya menjualnya kepada seorang pengusaha sukses multinasional di Toronto karena terlilit hutang besar. Demi mendapatkan posisi sebagai kepala keluarga trah Hidalgo, Drew memaksa Adrienne untuk menikah dengannya dan melahirkan keturunan laki-laki. Drew membutuhkan penerus yang memiliki kegilaan yang sama dengan Adrienne. Namun, bagaimana jika Drew tidak bisa lepas dari tunangannya yang tidak bisa memberikan ia keturunan? Dan bagaimana jika pesaing bisnis Drew juga menginginkan Adrienne?

She's hurt and hunted of what happened in the past, will she let it eat her alive or let go and let herself fall in love again?

Après avoir été traitée comme une banque de sang par le premier amour de mon mari, je suis morte de maladie dans le logement loué que mon mari milliardaire m'a concédé par charité. Aujourd'hui, cela a fait trois jours depuis ma mort, et mon fils de six ans a enfin compris que quelque chose n'allait pas. Il a joué avec ses jouets et s'est coupé le doigt, et je ne l'ai pas consolé. Il a ouvert un paquet de biscuits et a porté la nourriture à ma bouche, et je ne l'ai pas arrêté. Il s'est blotti contre moi, a agrippé mes vêtements et a murmuré « maman », et je n'ai pas répondu. Désemparé, il a trouvé mon téléphone et a appelé son père, mon mari milliardaire. « Papa, pourquoi maman dort encore ? » L'homme a aussitôt envoyé une photo de lui en train de dîner pour la veille de Noël avec son premier amour, puis a dit d'une voix froide : « Elle dort, elle n'est pas morte. Aujourd'hui, c'est la veille de Noël, je suis très occupé. » « Dis à ta mère capricieuse que le jour où elle acceptera de reconnaître son erreur, elle pourra revenir me voir. » L'appel s'est terminé. Mon fils est resté figé longtemps. Il a ramassé dans la poubelle le dernier biscuit de la maison, l'a cassé en deux et a porté un morceau à ma bouche. « Maman, mangeons aussi. »