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Follow me on IG: abigail_kusuma95 *** “Loving you, just leaving the scars.” Berjuang membuang bayang-bayang gelap di masa lalu, tidak mudah bagi Nicole Tristan. Gadis cantik itu telah jatuh cinta sedalam-dalamnya, pada pria yang telah mempermainkannya. Pria yang menjadi cinta pertamanya, hanya menjadikannya sebuah permainan. Layaknya boneka yang sudah tak layak lagi digunakan. Rasa putus asa menyerang. Nicole berjuang berdiri dengan kedua kakinya, melupakan bayang-bayang gelap yang menghancurkannya. Namun, siapa sangka takdir mengajaknya bercanda. Beberapa tahun kemudian, Nicole harus bertemu dengan Oliver Maxton—cinta pertamanya yang menorehkan luka padanya. Semua belum berakhir, Nicole harus mendapatkan fakta di mana Oliver akan menikah dengan adik tirinya. Semesta seakan ingin kembali menyiksa hidupnya. Rasa benci dan cinta melebur menjadi satu. Pemisah benci dan cinta seperti dinding kokoh, tapi kenyataannya itu adalah dinding tipis. Lantas bagaimana kelanjutan kisah Oliver dan Nicole? Permainan ini harusnya telah berakhir, tapi semesta seolah ingin permainan tetap berlanjut. Cinta dan benci yang telah menyatu bertahun-tahun kembali harus menghadapi badai.

After the college entrance exams, my parents left me at home and took their adopted daughter on a trip to the beach. A typhoon hit, and the three of them never came back. When the news reached me, I did not cry or throw a tantrum. I had their deaths registered right away and pulled out the life insurance I had bought in advance. I received one hundred million in compensation. My fiance scolded me for caring only about money. What he did not know was that I had been reborn. In my past life, after I learned about their deaths, the huge debts they had left behind fell on me. I gave up the chance to go to college and started working to pay everything back. I fought to protect our ancestral home from debt collectors. My fiance stayed with me and cheered me on when I came home late at night from delivery runs. But he never gave me a single cent to help. At thirty-five, I finally cleared every debt. On my birthday, I bought myself a ten-dollar cake to celebrate. Just as I was about to blow out the candle, the door opened. My parents and their adopted daughter, who should have died in the typhoon, walked in dressed in designer clothes. They smiled at me smugly. “Well done! We can finally believe that you aren’t greedy for money. You’ve passed the test. From today, you are qualified to be the daughter of the Jameson family.” “Jane, this brilliant idea was all thanks to you.” My adopted sister smiled. She leaned close and blew out my candle. The only light left in my twenty years of lifetime went out with it. My body gave in to exhaustion. My heart failed. I collapsed and died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, they were about to head to the beach in the middle of the typhoon. I bought a massive accident insurance policy for them on the spot. This time, all I wanted was for them to disappear from this world forever.

♥♥A billionaire's secret baby. ♥♥The stars aligned the first time they met, and now she's carrying the result of that night of passion. What happens when they meet again?Her-Walking into the job of a lifetime, I never guessed that I'd come face to face with the one individual I never thought I'd see again. I hadn't even gotten his name, but I knew his body. Hell, I knew his taste. Now the secret I carried could be the ending of anything between us before it ever really started.Him-She should be off limits. Not only was she an employee, but I just insisted that she become my roommate. And she's pregnant!I had everything under control. So what if I had to disappear to rub one out a time or twelve? She was only an employee, nothing more.Now if I could only convince my heart of that.

My nanny, Lucci Eyre, liked to call herself an independent, modern woman. She used to tell me every day to be self-reliant, do my own laundry and cooking, take care of the kids by myself, and even suggested that I divorce my husband. Later on, I found out that she was actually a social media influencer. Without asking for my permission, she made a series of videos trying to make me look pathetic as a Stepford wife. She also stole my jewelry and clothes. After I fired her, she accused me in the live stream of being a rival female competitor and pandering to men. Then one of her crazy fans tricked her way into my home and poisoned me. When I woke up again, I was reborn to the day I discovered that her social media account had millions of followers. ‘Since you're so into live streaming and making short videos, why not show everyone who you really are and let them see the independent woman that you are?’

Erlangga Setiawan, seorang mahasiswa kedokteran yang menghadapi kemiskinan, menerima anugerah sistem medis dari dimensi yang berbeda. Dalam perjalanan odiseinya, ia berdiri di atas meja operasi, memimpin pertarungan melawan kematian, mewujudkan impian menjadi malaikat berjubah putih yang melawan Hades. Namun, di dunia kedokteran yang keras ini, dirinya harus menghadapi korupsi, persaingan tanpa ampun, dan pertikaian ganas dengan rekan dokter. Ia juga menemukan celah untuk cinta dalam perjuangannya menuju puncak dunia kedokteran. Dengan berkat sistem yang dimilikinya, ia menjadi sorotan jutaan mata dan dikenal sebagai dokter ajaib. Dalam platform impian yang terang benderang dengan meja operasi sepanjang dua meter dan lancet tiga inci, Angga mengukir takdirnya, bertaruh nyawa dalam perang tanpa hasil imbang antara hidup dan mati.

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by. The other players all chose to die of old age, or peacefully in their sleep like a baby. I turned my phone to face the boss. "My fans think you're hot," I stammered. "They want me to be killed by... well, by the weapon between your legs. They said 'deeply.' Is that... an option?" The other players whispered among themselves. “This woman must have a death wish.” “Just watch. The Boss is about to tear her to shreds.” But no one expected the Boss to blush.

Two months remained until debut evaluation night. Before our unit performance, our main dancer suddenly offered me her center position. I stared at her, confused, "The trainers always praise your stage presence. Why give up your spot?" "You... you deserve center more than I do." Her smile was painfully forced, and she was fidgeting with her practice clothes - obviously not saying what she really felt. Puzzled by her strange behavior, I asked, "Are my moves too big? Am I making it hard for you to perform?" She suddenly started shaking, looking at me with pure fear in her eyes. After what felt like forever, she finally choked out, "Please, just stop. I won't try to compete with you for center anymore!"

My parents' enemy kidnaps me and livestreams chopping off my fingers just to force them to show up. For a time, the entire Internet searches for my parents. But what they don't know is that the captain who appeared in the livestream is my biological father. At that moment, he's on a beach in Hashford, setting off magnificent fireworks for his adopted daughter. And on their barbecue table, the livestream of my fingers being severed is playing. Later on, when I survive long enough to be rescued, I reach out my mangled hand to touch my parents. They recoil in disgust and leave without looking back, taking the adopted daughter out for Wersole food. But they don't know that the thing hidden within my mangled palm will make them regret their actions beyond measure.

It was New Year's Eve. We were streaming live when my brother called. I spoke first, "I wish you peace and a happy, long life." He gave a cold laugh. "Yeah, well, I don't want you to have any of that. I hope you spend the rest of your life in misery." I'd cut him off the year he was flat broke. Now that he was successful, this was the first thing he did—get back at me. I kept my tone calm. "I wish you peace and a happy, long life." He sounded annoyed. "Cut it out. There's no way I'm wishing you well. If I have to say something, then I hope you stay miserable forever." The host hesitated, then chimed in, "Ben, that was just a recording of Hailey's message. And yes, when she left… she was in a lot of pain and quite miserable, just like you hoped for."

Desiree is running from a dark past and just when she thinks she's finally escaped and is free, a case of wrong place wrong time gains her the attention of a cold and ruthless billionaire who would do anything to have her in his bed, including digging up her past and holding it over her head. What starts as a merely sexual relationship with Desiree being forced into Killian's bed blossoms into more as she becomes addicted to the possessiveness of his touch and his gaze and he in turn falls for her unwitting charm. But with the Pandora's box that is her past suddenly opened, enemies that were thought long gone begin to appear and threaten to destroy the relationship they've managed to carve out for themselves. Can they work together to overcome the rising danger or will they be torn apart by secrets and lies?