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Catalina Dela Vega, a woman who buried by debt. She needs a huge amount of funds to pay the capital amount she owes from the loan sharks. She had no parents and friends to asked for help, so in order to survive, she have to take a risk by dealing with a Mafia boss, Rostam Lombardi. Calm with a sadistic personality but he's willing to give all her needs in exchange for a one night stand and by giving him a child. Being a desperate woman, she agreed by dealing with the most influential person of the Mafia. However, she immediately regretted her words when accidentally heard that they will dispose her after he get what he wants from her. She run for her life without knowing that she's already have a fetus inside her womb.

On the flight to Arlencia, a post popped up: [What's it like to have sex in a wedding dress?] The pic showed a girl yanking some guy's purple tie while he hiked up her gown. His face was blurred, but hers? Straight-up blissed out. Everyone in the comments was swooning over how in love they looked. I didn't swoon. I froze. Because that purple tie? I gave it to Zeke Santoro, my fiancé, a few days ago. And that wedding dress? The exact custom one he had made for me. There was only one. I kept zooming in, heart racing, until I spotted a family photo in the background. My hands were shaking when I called him. "I wanna see the dress," I said. He hesitated. "It's at the studio getting final touches. Not with me right now. I'll show it to you later." I just smiled and hung up. That was all I needed. Zeke cheated—and the girl? His stepsister, Jella. Total circus. I reopened the post and shot her a DM: [Your wedding dress is stunning. I have the same one.]

On my girlfriend's birthday, I was in the middle of preparing a surprise for her when the property management office of our marital home called first. "Sir, we've received a complaint from another resident," the staff member said. "They claim there's been… quite a bit of noise coming from your unit at night. From you and your wife." I frowned. The only person I had given a key to that apartment was my girlfriend. I called her immediately. She answered with a soft, teasing tone, "They must have made a mistake. I'm at my best friend's place." "Alright," I said evenly. "Enjoy yourself." After hanging up, I opened the smart home system without hesitation and remotely locked every door and window from the outside. Then I dialed the police. "Hello, I'd like to report an unlawful entry."

“Bagaimana bisa aku tidur denganmu?” seorang wanita protes karena Jordan menginginkannya tidur dengannya tanpa saling sentuh. “Aku hanya perlu sembuh dari penyakit aneh ini,” jawab Jordan menunjukkan tubuhnya yang kemerahan dan banyak ruam-ruam kecil bekas garukannya. “Apa kau seorang alien?” “Aku manusia.” “Kenapa kamu punya gejala aneh seperti itu?” “Tidak tahu. Aku hanya akan sembuh jika aku tidur dengan seorang wanita.” = = = Jordan Land seorang boss sebuah perusahaan majalah berskala internasional. Berusia 30 tahun, tinggi, dan juga tampan. Semua tentangnya adalah sempurna, tapi ada dua hal dari Jo yang membuatnya dibenci hampir semua orang yang mengenalnya. Yaitu sifatnya yang pemarah, dan penyakit misteriusnya yang hanya bisa sembuh jika dia tidur dengan seorang wanita. Sampai akhirnya dia menemukan seorang gadis yang bisa menyembuhkannya hanya dengan kehadirannya saja sudah membuat Jordan sembuh dengan perlahan. Siapa gadis itu? Apakah Jordan bisa sembuh dari penyakitnya itu.

Aku Prilly, kata orang aku wanita mandiri, kuat, pekerja keras dan bisa diandalkan keluarga. Tapi mereka tidak tahu kalau aku hampir gila! Setiap hari aku harus menghadapi Bos di kantorku yang dingin, kejam dan suka menekan. Tingkahnya selalu membuat kami karyawannya mengelus dada, hingga aku menamainya si Raja Neraka. Dari situ aku sadar, kalau sekuat apapun seseorang, tidak mungkin bisa bersandar di bahunya sendiri, aku butuh seseorang yang mendukungku melewati ini semua. Hingga dalam kesepian dan depresiku satu tahun yang lalu, aku mendownload sebuah aplikasi dating dan berkenalan dengan Mr. Bossy. Kehadiran Mr. Bossy cukup mewarnai hidupku. Terkadang kami menjadi teman, ada kalanya dia menjadi penasehatku, penyemangatku. Bahkan kami juga kerap bertukar gairah dengan cara yang biasa di sebut phone s*x. Tapi sudah satu tahun kami berhubungan, tidak juga ada wacana pertemuan. Aku bingung! Hingga pada suatu ketika, musibah menerpaku. Aku terlilit hutang dan dalam kesulitan keuangan yang harus segera di bereskan. Mr. Bossy menawarkan bantuan dan kami memutuskan untuk bertemu di sebuah cafe. Dan setelah aku tahu siapa dia, saat itulah kekonyolan ini di mulai… Masalahku mungkin teratasi, tapi hidupku justru menjadi semakin pelik. Namun mungkinkah aku akhirnya juga baper?

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As the male lead, Henry Johnston, forces himself on me, a row of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Henry is about to misunderstand and think Aria drugged him! The angst is about to begin!" "I'm thrilled just thinking about Henry regretting dearly after Aria dies!" "Keep up the act, Henry. After she dies, you'll be hugging her corpse and crying every day." That is when I realize that I am the tragic female lead in a story where I am destined to be tormented until I die. The readers treat my death as a highlight to push the plot forward. They are counting down to my death. As I look at Henry, who is panting on top of me, anger courses through me. I grab a table lamp and smash it into him, killing him on the spot. Who says that the one who dies in a toxic romance story must always be the female lead?

Hemera Hestia Monsieur is half Pinay half Spanish. She has a broken family. Her parents were already divorced since she was young. That's why she stayed with her mother in the Philippines. She doesn't t have a stable job. And she only has one friend that she trusts. She always receives an indecent proposal. But she's a very positive woman who always sees the good side of anything and everything. After losing a job, she tried to find another job. And luckily she found one. She decides to live with her best friend who is living in an apartment with some male friends. There, she met a man who she can lean on and was comfortable being with. She never feels safe around some guys. But then, that man changed everything.

I was Bloodthorn Pack's weakest omega—rejected, betrayed, and sold at an underground auction. My fated mate spat, "You're not worthy to be my Luna."My adoptive parents auctioned me via forced contract to settle their debts. My “best friend” drugged me for a one-night bidding war, laughing as prices soared.On the night I died, the truth hit: switched at birth, I was a cursed hybrid princess stolen from royalty—hidden to be used and discarded.Reborn three years earlier, I make a new vow: no more victims.Reject the mate. Burn the contract. Avenge every betrayal. Unravel my lost memories, hidden bloodline, and death-defying curse.Then four alphas find me—Crown Prince (ice-veined), General (battle-scarred), Pack Judge (unbeatable), Rogue King (cursed wolf). All whisper, “Sister?”From auction trash to lost princess of the continent’s fiercest bloodline—with four overprotective brothers ready to raze worlds for me.But fate twists again: a rival pack’s twin heirs—midnight cold and sunrise warm—share my unique mate mark. One soul. Two bodies.Enemies before. Salvation now… or final doom?Betrayed. Sold. Reborn. No begging for love this time. Meet my brothers first—then decide if you want their princess as prey… or as queen.

After Ryan Spencer cheated on me again with his secretary, I completely lost it. When my mind started to spiral, I grabbed the fruit knife off the table. I just wanted it to end. “Why are you hurting yourself again? He doesn’t love you anymore?” I looked up. The sixteen-year-old Ryan was walking toward me, heartbreak written all over his face. His voice was gentle. “Tell me who he is. I’ll make him pay.” I stared into the bright, earnest eyes of the boy standing in front of me. I didn’t say a word. I simply lifted my hand and pointed at his face. Later, Ryan was the one who had me admitted to a psychiatric hospital. When the sedative began to wear off, the teenage boy appeared again, sitting by my bed. He stared at the man outside who looked just like him. The light in his eyes faded little by little. Then he spoke, his voice strained. “I don’t care who he is. I’ll kill him.” The sixteen-year-old Ryan never lied to me. When he said something, he meant it.