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Ayra Clarissa Prasetya, gadis berusia 26 tahun yang disegani oleh rekan kerja di kantornya serta dikenal sebagai pribadi yang lembut pada atasan juga orang yang lebih tua darinya. Namun, ia akan mengeluarkan tanduknya pada orang yang dianggapnya tidak sopan dan tidak menyukainya. "Apa sih mau mu by ? kenapa kau selalu membuatku menangis dan juga sakit hati ?" Tangis Rissa pecah ketika berdua dengan seorang pria dewasa berusia 30 tahun yang tak lain adalah kekasih sekaligus atasannya di kantor. Ken, ya pria itu hanya menatap gadis disebelahnya dengan pandangan datar dan tidak mengatakan sepatah kata untuk sekedar menenangkan dan menghibur kekasihnya yang masih menangis. Ia hanya membuang nafasnya kasar dan beralih pada kemudi didepannya dan menjalankan mobilnya keluar area halaman resto. "Sudah ku katakan berulang kali bukan,jangan cemburu pada hal - hal yang tidak penting seperti itu. Percaya dirilah jika hanya kau wanita yang akan aku nikahi." jawab Ken datar tanpa mengalihkan pandangannya pada jalanan. Sedangkan Rissa tidak menjawab perkataan Ken dan hanya membuang muka enggan melihat wajah sang kekasih yang dianggapnya tidak memiliki hati itu. Suasana dalam mobil hening hanya terdengar tangis yang ditahan dari bibir gadis cantik berbalut dress sifon peach selutut itu. "Cih.. dasar sialan, dia selalu saja membuatku cemburu dan menangisinya tanpa menenangkan ku. Lihat saja kau Ken sialan, akan ku balas kau.." batin Rissa yang merutuki sikap Ken yang tidak pernah mengatakan maaf padanya. Mampukan Rissa bertahan dalam hubungan yang mengesalkan bersama Ken si angkuh dan ingin menangnya sendiri ?

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

Being accused of being the cause of one of the most important vampire, Arabella Quavor Hunter, a gifted hunter in the Hunter's family was forced to go to the vampire castle to clear herself. She met with the vampire prince, Lestat Gracia who doesn't believe her and set to torture her for killing one of his people. Arabella ran away and went back home only to be expelled by her uncle. She went back to the vampire castle to investigate the truth behind her friend's death, a vampire. Will she succeed in finding out the truth? Will Lestat ever believe her to be innocent?

"From a million miles afar, looks up a woman. Eyes glistening with tears, shedding for the man lying at cosmos." Despaire Grevett has always hated her name for its peculiarity. In spite of it, the name itself resonates with her life. As she discovered the world of Terralona, the dark secrets of her identity were unearthed. Mysteries that we're long-forgotten were unveiled. Amidst her journey of seeking the truth, she met Cross Trevese Ashmeir, a man of her age who describes himself as the absolute epitome of tragedy. They were two kindred souls in two different worlds. But how can Despaire survive the fact that she is the root of Cross' tragedy? One lie and a disclosed secret, either of the two bring chaos. Will she be able to withstand the fate that was given to both of them? Or drown by the horror of the blood running through her veins?

Zachary Quinn suddenly develops a fondness for going to a massage parlor after I'm discharged from the hospital—I was in an accident. He excitedly tells me that the masseuse there has the best skills he's ever experienced. "They even have free food and fruits! I bring my laptop there with me to work when I get tired at the office." I don't know why he's telling me these things. He knows my father got caught cheating at a massage parlor. I hate those places. It's only later that I learn the relaxation he describes isn't what I imagined. He's long since gone bad in places that I can't see.

Since the day Serenity got hitched to a stranger on their blind date, she had assumed married life would be ordinary but respectful and mundane. It never crossed her mind that her new husband would be clingy like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of a shoe. To her utmost surprise, he could make her troubles disappear whenever she was in a fix. Despite her questioning, her husband would always pass it off as luck. Until one day, she watched an interview with a local billionaire known for fussing over his wife. That was when she noticed the uncanny resemblance of the billionaire to her husband. The wife whom he was showering attention on turned out to be her!

He knocked once. She opened the door. Nothing has been the same since. Maya has spent the last two years learning how to breathe again. After surviving a violent relationship that shattered her from the inside out, all she wants is silence. Safety. Control. But when a new tenant moves in next door, her carefully rebuilt life begins to unravel. Elias Graves is tall, quiet, and just out of prison. No past. No apologies. No promises. He doesn’t ask for anything. He just watches. And when Maya leaves her door unlocked one night, he walks in. What begins as a collision of need and heat quickly spirals into something darker, something Maya swore she would never want again. He gives her the pain she craves and the pleasure she hates herself for needing. But secrets live between their bodies, and some doors—once opened—won’t ever close again. This is not a love story. It’s a story about addiction. About survival. About surrendering to a man who might just ruin her… or finally teach her how to survive the fire.

I married Mason Fleming, who comes from a prestigious family with a long line of lawyers, at 19. For over 20 years, I devoted myself fully to our home by raising our child, keeping the household together, and supporting his career. Now I'm 40, and he cheats on me. Friends and relatives try to advise me. "Your husband is handsome and successful. He even lets you manage the money he earns. Compared to most men, he's considered one of the good ones." In other words, they want me to turn a blind eye and continue playing the role of a "good wife" to maintain appearances. But I can't keep up with the act anymore.

Again, Clarissa was annoyed at her mother who wanted to set her up with her friend's son who was a successful businessman. Clarissa didn't want to pay attention because she saw that her mother and father's marriage did not last and made Clarissa a broken home girl. She grew up to be an arrogant, self-righteous girl, and always wanted to be the center of attention. Love came into Clarissa's life. She fell in love with her handsome and kind lecturer, Mr. Diaz Wardhana. Missing affection, Clarissa pursued her idol lecturer. Her love unrequited, making Clarissa live out of control. Adimasta, Clarissa's friend, loved her sincerely. His patience finally made Clarissa melt, slowly turning her messy life into fun and knowing directions.

My mother-in-law spreads lies about me having contracted an STD during my sister-in-law's wedding. When I hear this, I want to demand an explanation. However, my sister-in-law stops me and begs me to prioritize her happiness since it's her wedding. I hold myself back and wait until the reception is over. Later, my mother-in-law merely sweeps the matter under the rug and say she doesn't remember anything because she was drunk. However, the lies spread like wildfire. My neighbors scorn me, and my colleagues isolate me, treating me like a walking bacteria. I become dispirited from the constant mental distress and end up getting knocked by a car when I leave the house one day. I die from the accident. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day my mother-in-law lies about me having contracted an STD.