Light Tate No Yuusha

“You wicked woman! You dare kidnap my daughter?" He growled, gripping her small wrist tight. Samantha squirmed, “You're mistaken, Sir, the child is not yours but mine!” “You dare say that again? Then explain the resemblance between us?” He retorted with raw hatred. Taken aback, all the color drained from Samantha’s face upon the realization he was right. How the hell did she overlook that? No, how the hell was it possible that he was the father of her child! ~~~~~~ It was an unspoken secret that Samantha's twin sister committed a grave sin in her marriage, thus Samantha became her sister’s substitute to bury that infidelity. However, on their 3rd wedding anniversary, Samantha discovers her husband’s infidelity. But that wasn't enough reason for her to -divorce him because she didn't want her daughter fatherless. But one act, one single act almost cost her life and that of her child and Samantha declared defeat, serving Zeke Frost the divorce papers, and left without looking back but with promises to revenge! However, fate had another path in store for her when she encountered the devil himself; Dalton Montclair. The most gorgeous man in the world and the youngest bachelor in the city. He's ruthless, he's got the looks, money, and fame. But what more? He's got a striking resemblance with her son!

My best friend takes me to a beauty salon for a facial. A young and handsome employee there latches onto me. He's tall, good-looking, and is great with women. He knows just the right things to say and is flirtatious without being lecherous. He shows me the pleasures of being a woman… I forget all about my boyfriend and allow him to make me descend into the throes of passion. What I don't know is that there's a price I can't pay behind the gentleness…

Serafina Marie Regnante led the perfect life.Gorgeous looks, beautiful personality, charismatic charm, loving parents, protective brothers, with her dream job and her own house, and not to forget the best fiancé anyone could possibly ask for.Her life was flawless: serene, secure, happy, meticulous, and beautiful.That is, until an untold secret leads to the death of those dearest to her, and causes her perfect world to come crashing down.In a place where peace and safety become foreign, where can she find the tranquility she most desires in a world of chaos?In her bodyguard, of course.A man whose sole purpose is her protection. Not only from the enemies out to get her but from the destruction inside her as well.But both of them knew to keep their feelings hidden away because she was the modern form of royalty, and he nothing more than a servant to the princess.Can the two keep it professional, or do their hands slip and their lips wander? *Completed*

Akibat salah paham, Zahra dipaksa menikah dengan Zyan, bosnya di kantor. Keduanya tak bisa menolak karena alasan masing-masing. Zyan terancam tidak akan mendapat warisan, sementara Zahra terdesak oleh keadaan. Mereka pun akhirnya sepakat membuat perjanjian sebelum menikah, yang menuntut Zahra agar menurut dan melakukan apa pun yang Zyan inginkan. Lantas, apakah Zahra bisa bertahan dalam pernikahan itu, sementara ia harus menyaksikan Zyan tetap menjalin hubungan dengan wanita lain? Atau akankah Zahra berpaling pada seorang pengusaha muda yang gencar mendekatinya?

The day before Chris Carter and I were supposed to get engaged, my parents sent me to prison. Three years later, when I was finally released, Chris was the only one who came to pick me up. I knew he despised me. I trembled, keeping my head down, hoping to slip away unnoticed. But he blocked my path, frowning. “Emily York? You stink.” He pinched his nose and told me to get in the car. I fell to my knees, desperately begging him not to take me home. If he did, I would die. He looked at me with chilling indifference and said, “Then go ahead and die.” I agreed. But later, he cried and begged me to stay alive.

When you're the most respected Italian Mafia Boss, you cannot afford to have personal ties. A lesson this man learned the hard way. Now, refusing to allow anyone close to him. His plan of solitude being rattled when a negotiation went wrong ends with him holding a student hostage in self-preservation. Their story wasn't meant to begin as it did.They weren't meant to meet this way. After all, she was only a university student and he was a ghost.When the most unforeseen circumstances cause their paths to cross multiple times, they have no choice but to acknowledge the dangers looming overhead.A final encounter between them forcing him to vow for her safety because he owes her his life. *Completed*

Seven years after getting engaged to Leander Beaumont, he inherits everything that once belonged to his late brother—including his brother's wife, Dinah Fowler. Every time Leander sleeps with Dinah, he holds me afterward and whispers, "Jenny, just wait a little longer. We can finally have our wedding once Dinah gets pregnant." It's the only condition the Beaumont family, Westrael’s most powerful mafia clan, sets for Leander to become the next Don. In just half a year after returning home, Leander visits Dinah's room 59 times. He starts from once a month... to nearly every single day. Finally, after the 60th time I watch him leave Dinah's room, the "good news" comes. Dinah is pregnant. And along with it, an announcement—the Beaumont family declares Leander and Dinah are getting married. "Mamma, is someone getting married?" my young son asks, staring at the house now lavishly decorated by a wedding company. I quietly gather him into my arms, my voice cold as I say, "Yes, sweetheart. Your father is marrying the woman he loves. It's time for us to leave." What Leander doesn't know is that the Bellini family, my family, has risen to become a mafia power strong enough to rival the Beaumonts. And me? I'm Jenny Bellini, the most beloved daughter of the Bellini family. I will never be trapped by marriage again.

I was twelve when Henry Shaw took me home from the orphanage, gave me a new name, put me through school, and gave me a good life. Ten years later, his first love returned from abroad. Her name sounded like mine, and her face looked like a mirror image. I quickly realized I had been a stand-in all along. Crushing the diagnosis in my pocket, I decided that I was going to live the rest of my life for myself, even if I did not have much time left.

My boyfriend goes viral after uploading a video of him being lovey-dovey with a woman. Everyone praises him for being handsome and a good boyfriend, but I don't even have the courage to like the video. Why? Because the woman in the video isn't me.

The doctors said it was over—stage four, nothing left to fight. I had three days, max. I signed the organ donor papers myself. If I was gonna die, at least someone else could get a second shot. Told my family I was sick. But my so-called sister—the doctor—shrugged it off like I was making it up. She convinced them I was losing it, not dying. My parents and fiancé fell for it. Handed me over like she was some hero. She wasn't. She pushed me closer to the end. And when I finally died, the same people who wouldn't listen cried like they hadn't let it happen.