Minecraft: Story Mode Lukas

Irina Marchenko’s world shatters when she’s forced into an arranged marriage to save her family’s failing business. On the run from a future she never chose, she finds herself entangled with Lukas Romanov, a powerful Russian billionaire with secrets of his own. Their one-night encounter leads to unexpected consequences—Irina is pregnant with twins, and Lukas is now a part of her life whether she likes it or not. As they navigate the complex web of their newfound connection, both must confront their darkest fears and deepest desires. With her past lurking ominously, Irina must decide whether to embrace a future she never imagined or face the specters of her past alone. In a world where trust is fragile and betrayal is lurking, can love and redemption find a way?

"Aku mengkhianati pacarku." Sudah dua tahun Naya berpacaran dengan Lukas, pria yang dikenalkan oleh teman-temannya. Lukas itu baik dan tidak pernah neko-neko. Hanya saja dia sibuk mengejar karirnya. Membuat waktu bersama dengan Naya tidak banyak. Satu malam Naya bertemu seorang pria bernama Evan saat sedang menyaksikan live music. Evan, pria santai yang suka kebebasan. Naya jatuh cinta dengannya. Sangat mencintainya, hingga melebihi rasa cintanya pada Lukas. Naya berkhianat. Walau begitu, ada banyak alasan yang membuat ia ingin perjuangkan hubungannya bersama Evan. Apalagi saat Naya perlahan mengetahui rahasia tentang Lukas. . .

My boss had a new boyfriend called Eugene Larson. The first day he came to the office, he put on a great show of exerting his dominance. He deleted my number from my boss's phone right in front of me. Eugene waved his phone in front of me while playing innocently. "You can talk to me about anything you need to communicate to Tina, Mr. Sanders. I'll help you pass the message to her. I don't have much sense of security, so please don't mind this. It's to avoid any misunderstanding between us." I was hoping my boss, Tina Kayden, would be able to say something fair on my behalf, but all she did was stare at Eugene approvingly and adoringly throughout the conversation. She turned to me and said, "This is a pretty good plan, Mr. Sanders. Do take good care of Eugene from now on." As there was no way for me to reject her, I was forced to add Eugene's contact to my phone. However, the moment he had my number, he flooded my phone with messages. [Mr. Sanders, is the client you're meeting tomorrow with the surname Charleston a man or a woman?] [Where are you having the meeting tomorrow? Wear something casual tomorrow. It would be best if you avoid washing your face and hair. Otherwise, I would think you're trying to seduce my wife.] [I believe your relationship with Tina is innocent. You're not allowed to betray me because I'm treating you like my buddy!] [By the way, you have an extra duty from now on. You need to remind Tina every 30 minutes to send me a message telling me that she loves me.] As I read these ridiculous messages, I laughed in anger. I put my phone on silent mode and flung it to the side before going to bed. The next morning, I woke up to dozens of missed calls on my phone.

After returning home from a flight, I realize that my bottle of hair conditioner has run out in the bathroom. The thing is, my husband, Carlos Zappa, doesn't use hair conditioner at all. Seeing Carlos through the frosted glass, I decide to probe him for answers. "Did any guests stay over lately? Or have you started doing hair care?" Carlos flips through the documents, which are stamped with the Zappa family crest, impatiently at my questions. "Maybe a maid accidentally toppled the bottle over when she was cleaning the bathroom. Also, why are you annoying me with such minuscule matters?" When I put on the bathrobe, I feel a ticklish sensation coming from the collar. As soon as I look down, I notice a strand of dried yellow hair being entangled in the collar. The moment the steam dissipates, I see two pairs of intertwining handprints on the bathroom's glass door. I never thought that my home would grow this popular during my one-week trip away from home. I've been married to Carlos for three years, and yet this is my first time finding out that he's actually this wild in bed. So, I secretly text my father, the Don of the Carozza family. "Dad, Carlos has cheated on me. Does the bet we made three years ago still count?"

"The Rossi family doesn't need a Don. We just need a Donna." As the only heiress of the Rossi family, this was the law that I had set when I received the Browning pistol—a pistol that resembles the ultimate authority in the Rossi family—from my Papa when he was on his deathbed. But three years ago, the police relentlessly investigated the money laundering business that my fiance, Lorenzo Moretti, was in charge of. If that business were to get exposed, the Rossi family's hundred-year-old legacy would be ruined. In order to protect my family's legacy and to allow Lorenzo to continue legalizing my family's businesses, I decided to become the scapegoat for all the crimes. On the rainy night of my arrest, I personally handed the pistol over to Lorenzo. "Protect my family for me before my return." This gave Lorenzo legitimate authority to run my family. He used the pistol to purge my subordinates and take over the family business. He even broke my law by announcing to the public that he'd become the next Don soon. An invitation with golden borders is soon leaked from the family's inner circle. Lorenzo's and another woman's names are printed on the cover. During a visit, my private lawyer says mockingly, "If you don't get out of prison now, the Rossi family might take on another man's last name for real." I just sneer in response. After that, I get bailed out of jail in advance and return home to celebrate Lorenzo's "funeral". But no matter how many times I scan my iris at the biometric scanner in the estate, the result always comes out wrong. A young woman, who's toying with the pistol, opens the door at that moment. The contempt and disdain in her eyes are plain to see. "Where the hell did a crazy woman like you come from? You came to the wrong place. This is my private turf, you know."

Dewi, ratu busana dibunuh oleh sahabatnya sendiri di dunia mode, setelah kematiannya dia terlahir kembali sebagai permaisuri yang pernah kehilangan perhatian. Demi membersihkan namanya dia kembali ke Istana menghadapi rintangan dengan kecerdikan yang modern dan membantu kaisar membangun istana.

Susan Miller, my father's caretaker, often complains that the supplements keep running out. The wild kingroots that are worth 500 thousand dollars are completely used up even though Susan has only made soup with them twice in a row. As I filter through the medicinal residue with a frown on my face, Susan sinks down to her knees and begins slapping herself. "They must have melted in the soup because of my lack of attention! Please dock my pay, Ms. Lawson, but please don't fire me!" But that night, I come across a post uploaded by Susan's son, Roman Cox, on Instagram. "Hi everyone! Today, I'm challenging myself to eat two wild kingroots in one go!" When I see Roman picking up a familiar-lookng giftbox, I feel my temper flaring instantly. Then, I order a packet of potent aphrodisiacs meant for animals on the spot. It turns out that Roman intends to chug down my prized Romanee-Conti in the next episode of his stream. Well then, I'll let him have his feel of drinking something else!

Ini tentang Vanesia, gadis yatim piatu yang ditolak mentah-mentah oleh keluarga kekasihnya dengan alasan tidak memiliki asal usul yang jelas. Namun, dia tak tahu apakah nasibnya beruntung ataukah buntung ketika berakhir menikah dengan Remy, pria dewasa yang tampan dan kaya namun bermulut pedas. Pernikahan penuh kompromi itu menyeret pada konflik hati antara Remy dengan Nona Mantan yang tiba-tiba hadir kembali dalam kehidupan Remy. Namun di saat yang sama, justru Nesia semakin dekat Lukas, adik tiri sekaligus asisten Remy. Bagaimana kisah cinta segi empat mereka ketika Remy tiba-tiba cemburu dengan kedekatan Lukas dan Nesia? Dapatkah kedua lelaki itu menyelamatkan Nesia dari usaha kotor yang dilakukan Nona Mantan? Inilah kisah mereka yang berawal dari aula utama gedung pernikahan.

CATALEYA DOMINGO, nakasumpong ng pagpapanibagong buhay sa mala-paraisong bayan ng El Nido sa Palawan. May stable job siya bilang isang secretary at isang lihim na online romance writer. Kinalimutan na niya ang mga hindi magandang nangyari sa buhay niya noong nasa Manila pa siya. Kung may isang bagay siyang hinihiling sa kasalukuyan, iyon ay magkaroon ng mapagmahal na asawa at sariling pamilya. LUKAS ADRIATICO, isang mayamang binata na galing sa prominenteng pamilya. May nakatanim na galit sa puso niya dahil nahuli niya ang asawa na pinagtataksilan siya bago namatay sa isang car accident. Naging woman hater siya at ang tingin niya sa mga kalahi ni Eva ay isang laruan lang. Takot siyang magmahal muli dahil baka lolokohin na naman siya. Tanging pangarap niya ang mapamahalaan ang kanilang malaking kompanya. Walang kamalay-malay si Lukas na siya ang ginawang character peg ni Cataleya sa sinusulat nitong romance novel. Parang naglalaro ang tadhana, na sa pagkamatay ng boss niya, ang binata naman ang magiging boss ng dalagang secretary. Sa kabila ng pagiging hostile na boss ni Lukas kay Cataleya, magkakalapit pa rin ang mga loob nila. Ngunit may isang malaking kasinungalingan sa nakaraan ang nag-uugnay pala sa kanilang dalawa.

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”