Keluarga Tak Kasat Mata Part 13

Kematian Karisma dengan tubuh menggantung disertai banyaknya luka lebam mengundang begitu banyak pertanyaan dibenak suaminya--Adam. Terlebih lagi saat sang pemandi mayat mengatakan jika sang istri ternyata sedang mengandung. Kuat dugaan jika ini ulah dari Pulung gantung, hantu berjenis bola api.

Elena Vale has spent her entire life sticking to the rules, until the night she's forced into an engagement she never wanted. Fleeing from her high-society cage, she ends up in a grimy bar, drinking with a brooding stranger who offers the one thing she never expected: freedom.  Jack Roman is the last man a woman like Elena Vale should marry. Tattooed, sharp-tongued, and hiding secrets behind his sea blue eyes. He's everything she's been taught to avoid. But when an impulsive drunken wedding turns into a full-blown scandal, Elena seizes the chaos. She makes him a deal — six months of pretending, then they part ways. To Elena, faking a marriage with a stranger is supposed to keep her safe. But as sparks turn to passion, and buried truths come to light, Elena realizes she may have just traded one kind of prison for another. Because Jack didn't just walk into her life by accident… and falling in love with him might just cost her everything.

Menikah dengan atasannya sendiri, awalnya adalah mimpi indah yang terkabulkan bagi seorang Aisyah Anidia. Namun, bagaimana jika ternyata Bramantyo, pria yang menikahi dirinya itu tidaklah tulus menerimanya sebagai seorang istri? Pria itu hanya bersandiwara di depan kedua orang tua mereka. Wanita idaman lain, tekanan mama mertua, dan juga sikap sang suami yang tidak pernah menganggap kehadirannya adalah sebuah penderitaan lahir maupun bathin bagi seorang Aisyah Anidia. Bagaimana dia bertahan dalam menjalani biduk rumah tangga, tanpa cinta dari suaminya, Bramantyo Laksono? Haruskah dia berjuang sendirian? Lalu, bagaimana jika suatu hari kejadian buruk menimpa suaminya ? Akankah Aisyah tetap setia ataukah memilih menyerah lalu pergi? Ikuti kisahnya dengan terus membaca novel ini!

I May Love You... but I Hate You More Rena thought she could move on. Yoké thought he could forget her. But when fate throws them back into each other’s lives, old feelings ignite into something far more dangerous. Jealousy becomes their language. Revenge becomes their game. And every misunderstanding pushes them deeper into a cycle of passion and hate they can’t escape. They say love conquers all… but what if love is the very reason they destroy each other? ★Sequel to Till Worlds Do Us Part

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.

Sohla Kim has everything you could want in life. Born rich and smart, to a family that has status, money, and power, while dominating the investment world. A pre-set betrothment to her childhood best friend, Jyeon Park. The handsome, equally wealthy, and smart, future heir of OLO, their joint family company. An unbreakable bond between two families, a future that looks bright and rosy. Only the perfect picture is only that, and ten years on, alone, holding her head above water, in a loveless marriage laced with tragedy, her entire world is turned upside down. Everything she thought she had and knew comes crashing down one fateful night. New waters, new faces, and a denial of the past will bring her back full circle to really question everything she was born for. Was it always about money? Was she always a tool to elevate Jyeon to higher levels? Did none of them really love her?

Zia Scott is about to be married to her childhood sweetheart and boyfriend for 5 years, Edward Bartlett. But on the day of the wedding, she suddenly wakes up to realize she had turned into a 5-year-old girl. Meanwhile, Edward, thinking that she had run away from their wedding, is left devastated and deeply wounded. Will Zia be able to return back to her happy ending or will she forever be trapped inside a little girl's body? On the other hand, in the case of Gray Stewart, Zia's lesbian best friend, time was not enough to heal the pain of losing her girlfriend. Will she be able to move on and welcome another relationship or will she forever be stuck in the past? Join them in this romance tale as they venture the concept of love filled with faithfulness and heartbreaks. And together let's seek out the answers to our questions.

"Tidak ada yang berselingkuh. Mereka menjalin hubungan atas persetujuan Mama. Dan wanita itu nantinya yang akan melahirkan cucu-cucu Mama kelak," ucap Ibu Mertua memporak-porandakan hatiku. Setelah hari itu, aku bersumpah! Tak kan ada lagi air mata yang jatuh di pipi ini. Justru sebaliknya. Kupastikan tak kan ada lagi tawa bahagia membersamai hidup mereka. Melainkan hanya air mata!

Kesepakatan yang dicapai Lona dengan saudara kembarnya membawa ia ke kediaman keluarga Ananta. Berbekal buku catatan sang ibu, Lona berusaha untuk menguak rahasia yang disembunyikan keluarga itu. Namun, diluar dugaannya, lambat laun hal itu malah membuat Lona kewalahan, belum lagi ketika dia harus menghadapi lelaki bermata elang yang selalu membuat suasana hatinya naik turun.

On the third day after my death, Eliza Sutton received the call to claim my body. She was resting in another man's arms. She said nonchalantly, "He's dead, huh? Just cremate it and call me afterward." My body was fed to the flames and reduced to ashes. When the staff were done, they contacted Eliza again. Irritation flashed in her eyes as she snapped, "I heard you. I'm on my way."