Loves Like A Butterfly

After dating in secret for seven years, Mitchell Zahn decides to propose to me on the day his birthday album is officially released. But during the birthday party, he publicly invites Isabella Claxton, a composer and my sister, to work with him. I follow Mitchell to ask him for an explanation. That's when I hear him and his friends chatting and joking inside the lounge. "You're so loyal to your first love, Mitchie. You couldn't wait to ask her to work with you upon her return. What are you going to do about Gabriella, though? Will she accept how your relationship ends when she's written so many songs for you?" After a moment, another person laughs and says, "To Mitchie, Gabriella has always been a replacement for Isabella. Now that Isabella is back, her replacement has to go. Don't you agree, Mitchie?" I wait for a long time before hearing a soft sound of agreement.

A beautiful woman who loves her mother very much. She is willing to do anything for the sake of healing her mother. Even though she had to pay dearly by being the slave of an "Amar" who was able to buy anything he wanted with his money and power. "You are my nightmare, Amar, I hate you. If you are tired of my body, you better me right now, I don't want to live anymore."

Seorang wanita yang berumur sekitar 25 tahun bernama Fany, sedang kasmaran dengan pacarnya bernama Caren. Namun, di tengah saat-saat dia bahagia, sang papa menjodohkannya dengan seorang laki-laki yang tak ia kenal. Berbagai penolakan sudah dia utarakan, namun tetap saja semua itu tak berlaku bagi sang papa. Hingga sesuatu masalah terjadi, yang membuat Fany harus memilih jalan untuk pergi ke suatu kota. Bahkan, Fany harus menyamarkan identitasnya. Demi mencukupi biaya kehidupannya, dia memilih bekerja sebagai wanita penakhluk malam yang terkenal di kalangan dunia gemerlap. Bagaimanakan kisah selanjutnya? Akankan wanita ini tetap bersama sang kekasih, atau kembali bersama sang suami dan papa tercintanya? Ikuti kisah selanjutnya...

Duwi Luna, nama yang diberikan secara sembarangan pada anak kedua yang tidak diinginkan kehadirannya yang terlahir dari pasangan Gilang dan Natasha. Duwi tidak diinginkan sebab mereka mengharapkan anak laki-laki.Hingga satu tahun berlalu dan mereka pun dikaruniai anak laki-laki yang sangat mereka dambakan. Sejak kehadiran anak ketiga, perhatian dan kasih sayang Gilang dan Natasha semakin jauh dari Duwi. Mereka sangat memanjakan anak ketiga mereka, sementara Duwi hanya dibiarkan dan bahkan sering ditelantarkan. Kehadiran Duwi di rumah terasa seperti angin lalu yang tidak berarti.Meski terabaikan oleh orang tua yang seharusnya melimpah kasih sayang, Duwi tumbuh menjadi gadis cantik nan anggun. Ayu wajahnya serta senyum manis yang menghiasi bibirnya, bagai magnet yang menarik perhatian banyak orang. Namun, derita hidupnya tidak berhenti sampai di situ. Terasingkan oleh orang tuanya, Duwi tumbuh sebagai sosok yang senang menyendiri dan menutup diri dari dunia luar. Dalam penjara kesepian, ada cerita yang jauh lebih kelam, menggantung dihantui oleh makhluk gaib yang menjengkelkan, menambah penderitaan Duwi tanpa henti. Lalu, bagaimana perjalanan hidup Duwi selanjutnya? Akankah dia menemukan kebahagiaan yang selama ini ia dambakan, atau justru terjerumus semakin dalam dalam kisah yang memilukan bersama makhluk gaib?

During our New Year’s Eve dinner, I told my family that my company was not giving out year-end bonuses. The table went silent. Even the TV host counting down to midnight suddenly sounded grating. My husband and daughter slammed the table in frustration. “No year-end bonus?! How are we supposed to pay the mortgage and the car loan? I didn’t marry you so you could live off me!” “Other moms either buy designer bags or send money. You’re the most useless one. You can’t even bring home a $100,000 bonus.” My in-laws sat there with dark looks on their faces and said nothing. I looked at their self-righteous faces and felt a lump in my throat. All these years, every expense in this family was paid with the money I earned from late nights, overtime, and project commissions. But all they could see was the $100,000 bonus I did not bring home. “If you can’t make any money, then get out!” My husband grabbed my arm and pushed me toward the door. My daughter was not satisfied and kicked me on the lower back. I did not turn around. I took out my phone and booked the presidential suite at a downtown five-star hotel. My bank account had just received a $1 million dividend payout. It was true that I did not get a year-end bonus. But I got promoted to management. From this day onward, I would receive $1 million in dividends every year.

Jessica came to her senses under the bed of her fiancé and good friend’s, regaining her IQ, and couldn’t go back ever since. The douchebag: “Jessica, prepare a birthday gift to celebrate my dad’s birthday.” “Sorry, now I am the chairman, it is him who should pay tribute!” Jessica’s scum girlfriend: “Jessica, can you let me host the marriage show?” “You said that you haven’t experienced the pure love, so don't even think about it!” Jessica tore off the fake masks of the scumbags’ and turned to a pair of ink eye pupils: “It does feel cool to slap others, but don’t forget what your identity is!” “What identity?" Christian Maddox held her waist lightly, his face without missing a beat: “You should ask the little prince in your belly...”

Ten years after graduation, I funded a scholarship for underprivileged students at my alma mater. During the ceremony's interview segment, one of the scholarship recipients suddenly grabbed the microphone. "That night at the karaoke bar, you forced yourself on me! Aren't you going to take responsibility?" Her words cut through the room, and every student and faculty member turned to look at me. In an instant, I was branded a rapist. The company's stock fell immediately in response. Amid the chaos, I simply stared at the girl in front of me. Had students really become so ruthless just to get what they wanted? Only a few days ago, I had helped her fend off a gang of troublemakers, so how could she turn around and spread lies about me then? Besides, I was a woman. What could I possibly have done to her?

On the tenth day of my postpartum recovery, my husband, Deputy Commander Harvey Wyatt, uploads a photo of me breastfeeding my newborn in a disheveled state to the department's group chat. Obviously, that photo was taken without my knowledge. "See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight." A few female colleagues send sweating emojis to the group. The majority of the chat, however, consists of the male colleagues' perverse silence. While I continue to burp my baby with one hand, my tears land on the screen. In order to give birth to this baby, my pelvic bone was sawn in half, which causes me so much pain that I can't even walk properly. But all I get in return is my own husband body-shaming me in front of hundreds of people. I don't bother arguing with Harvey at all. Half an hour later, I drag my broken body all the way to the commander's office with a divorce agreement as well as the chat history over the past ten days, which has been printed out, in my hands.

I create a fake account, add Lucas Bennett's lover, and then help her with advice and strategy. "A little drama keeps the spark alive. If you don't stir things up now and then, how else will he remember to pay attention to you?" So on my birthday, he spends an hour in the bathroom coaxing her to eat. On our fifth anniversary, Lucas sneaks off to a hotel and spends an hour tangled up with her. Lucas spends less time with me, but their relationship grows stronger. On the night of the company banquet, when Lucas is entertaining important clients, I tell her, "Lucas' girlfriend will be there too. If you don't ruin this contract, they'll be tied together forever." That evening, she picks up a glass of red wine and dumps it over my head. Lucas, who's been fawning over my dad, completely lost his composure.

My grandfather is a nationally renowned inheritor of an intangible cultural heritage. Today, I'm supposed to attend a grand ceremony as his rightful successor. However, when I arrive, I see my father's adoptive daughter already standing on the stage. She's dressed to the nines. She holds an award and is giving a thank-you speech, looking moved. In the past, I would've left without saying anything or speaking up for myself. Too bad for her that I'd been reborn. The discrepancy between our statuses is so large that we're basically from different worlds. Yet she has the nerve to claim to be my grandfather's successor and put on a show with what is supposed to be my family's.