Nama Circle Toxic

I once made a promise to the top actress in the industry. If I publicly proposed to her 99 times on livestreams, she would, on the hundredth, officially launch our relationship. But when the hundredth proposal came, she was on a private yacht kissing a new rising actor. Her smile had been so sweet and carefree. I became a complete joke. Feeling guilty, she texted me: [I will say yes on your 101st proposal.] She entered my livestream, looking like a goddess had descended to earth. As she looked on, I lit all one hundred love letters I had ever written for her, as well as the stomach cancer diagnosis I had hidden inside. “There will be no 101st time, Miss Ford.”

Silas Peterson, the wealthy, pompous, reckless hockey god who loves to throw his energy around, makes a mistake which almost costs him his career. Now he has to prove he isn’t the reckless maniac his fans think him to be. Enter Zane Hart, well-built, controlled, level-headed, elite hockey star, prepared to do everything and anything to enable his career, goes without a flaw. One reckless night leaves Silas’s life hanging by a thread… and he’s forced into a three-year contract marriage with his sworn enemy or let his career collapse. Silas is thrilled. Finally, he can confront Zane, the overly humble, two-faced , backstabbing friend who betrayed him years ago. And Zane? He might just play Silas’s game. Backing down has never been his style. Besides… what could posibly happen if he married the one person whom he hated the most on earth.

Theo's back arches off the cold locker room floor, a thick silicone cock buried to the hilt inside him, his stepbrother's hand wrapped around his throat. "You wanted this," Hunter growls, squeezing tighter. Theo's vision spots. His cock weeps. He nods or tries to. The pressure on his windpipe is pure ecstasy. Every brutal thrust of the toy scrapes against that spot that makes him see stars. He's a masochist. He can handle it. He needs it. Hunter leans down, breath hot against Theo's ear. “Say you're mine. Say the contract doesn't mean shit." Theo chokes out a laugh around the hand on his neck. "Make me." --- That's how it started. A lie. A scholarship. A stepbrother he pretended to hate and date Theo had a plan, keep his head down, win games, land the scholarship. But his new sponsor only supports out-and-proud athletes and Theo isn't out. So he lied. Said he was already in a relationship. With Hunter. His tattooed, sharp-tongued, forbidden stepbrother. That was four years ago. Now Hunter is back not as family, but as Theo's team manager. Same smirk. Same hands. Same way of pinning Theo against office walls and reminding him that lies have consequences. "You wanted to be in a relationship with me?" Hunter whispers, shoving the toy deeper, cutting off Theo's air again, spitting on his own cock fists stroking from base to tip while biting on Theo’s earlobe. "Then bleed for it.”

"Devils don't love, baby. They ruin." He rasps beside my ear, trailing his long fingers between my bare cleavage. Something like fire flickered in his emerald green eyes but it disappeared as it came. "Luckily, we're on the same page, Volkov. I'll ruin you and vanish your empire from this universe." I challenge, tangling his fingers with mine and dropping them from the forbidden area. His cold eyes darkened but his soft pink lips twisted with a small smirk. "I would love to see you try." ❥❥❥❥ The disappearance of Lilah Daniels' brother Robert Daniels was nothing but a mystery to everyone. She was a fifteen-year-old girl when it all happened. The only thing she knew, her brother was involved in some kind of illegal business. Robert was the only person who was there for her when their addict parents used to come back home drunk and beat the shit out of her. Even they forced Robert to be involved in such kind of bad business, only for money. Lilah promised herself to find out her beloved brother as she started collecting information. It took five years for her to reach the person only who knew where her brother was. But he was no ordinary gang leader or don. He was hundreds of boss' boss, the greatest Russian mafia king Ivan Volkov, known as the devil to the underworld. Nobody has seen him except for a few mafia bosses. He was a pure evil soul with a creativity of manipulating and killing his enemies in one blink. But she didn't care. She did her best to reach the devil and finally succeeded. But what happened when two dangerous souls met? How would they avoid the dark forbidden desires ignited inside them? (THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE BOOK! )

Ketika suamiku datang ke tempat pemulihan pasca persalinan untuk menemaniku, terapis pasca persalinan yang selalu tidak banyak bicara tiba-tiba menjadi antusias dan bersemangat. Awalnya, dia memuji suamiku yang tinggi dan tampan. Dia masih muda, tetapi sudah menjadi manajer umum perusahaan. Kemudian, dia berasumsi bahwa aku bisa menikah dengan orang kaya dengan mengandalkan operasi plastik yang aku lakukan. Ketika dia melakukan pijat laktasi kepadaku, dia juga menasihatiku bahwa aku tidak bisa memberikan asi kepada anakku karena aku menggunakan implan di payudara, karena itu tidak baik untuk bayi. Aku terlalu malas untuk meladeninya, jadi berdiskusi dengan suamiku tentang nama anak kami nanti. Suamiku mengatakan bahwa ini adalah anak pertama kami, jadi dia harus memikirkannya dengan baik. Namun, terapis pasca persalinan berseru, "Ah, Kak, bukankah sebelum ini kamu sudah pernah melahirkan?"

Baru saja masa nifasnya usai, Winda Baskoro menggendong bayinya ke Dinas Kependudukan untuk mengurus kartu keluarga. "Pak, nama anakku Alex Harto." Petugas itu mengetik beberapa kali pada keyboard, tetapi dahinya makin berkerut. "Di kartu keluarga Tama Harto, sudah tercatat seorang anak bernama Alex Harto." Winda tertegun, mengira dirinya salah dengar. "Nggak mungkin, anak kami baru genap sebulan!" Belum selesai bicara, ponsel di sakunya bergetar. Saat dia membuka layar, terlihat foto dari asisten Tama, Sania Marsudi. Dalam foto itu, Tama merangkul pinggang Sania dengan tangan kiri, sementara tangan kanannya menggendong bocah laki-laki sekitar lima atau enam tahun. Ketiganya berdiri di depan gerbang TK, tersenyum begitu cerah hingga menyilaukan mata. Di papan nama yang tergantung di dada bocah itu, tertera jelas namanya, Alex Harto.

Menikah selama tujuh tahun, Riana Handoko akhirnya berhasil mengandung. Namun, saat pemeriksaan kehamilan, dia mendapati kolom ayah pada formulir kosong. Dia pun tidak dapat menahan diri untuk menegur, "Kolom ayah anak ini seharusnya tertulis Bimo Ganendra. Apa kalian lupa mengisinya?" Hampir seluruh kalangan di Obria tahu bahwa Kepala Keluarga Ganendra sangat mencintai istrinya, bahkan bersedia menjalani vasektomi demi Riana. Petugas malah berkata dengan pasti, "Kolom ayah anak ini memang sudah kosong sejak awal pembuatan berkas." "Sebaliknya, nama Bimo Ganendra yang Anda sebut justru tercantum di kolom ayah dari anak wanita lain. Namanya Silvia Handoko. Apa Anda mengenalnya?" Kepala Riana seketika terasa meledak, tubuhnya seperti jatuh ke dalam jurang es. Semua orang di lingkaran sosial tahu bahwa Riana pernah diadopsi oleh Keluarga Handoko. Namun, pada hari ketika Keluarga Handoko menemukan putri kandung mereka yang sebenarnya, mereka mengusir Riana dengan alasan bahwa dia telah merebut kehidupan putri asli mereka selama bertahun-tahun. Putri kandung itu tidak lain adalah Silvia.

Setelah terlahir kembali, aku memutuskan untuk menuliskan nama adikku di formulir pendaftaran pernikahan. Kali ini, aku ingin merestui Hans. Di kehidupan ini, aku membiarkan adikku memakai gaun pengantinku dan cincinku. Aku mengatur setiap pertemuannya dengan adikku. Setelah dia membawa adikku ke Kota Barga, aku langsung pergi ke Selatan untuk melanjutkan kuliah di Kota Sarna. Karena di kehidupan sebelumnya, setelah hidup lebih dari setengah abad, dia dan putraku memohon padaku untuk menceraikannya dan merestui hubungannya dengan adikku. Di kehidupan ini, aku hanya ingin hidup untuk diri sendiri dan meraih kesuksesan, tanpa memikirkan percintaan lagi.

On the day of my wedding, the video I had painstakingly prepared was suddenly replaced with intimate photos of my fiancé and my foster sister, Lindsey Remmington. Within minutes, it hit the top of the trending list. Overnight, I, a celebrated actress, became the abandoned bride of a wealthy family and a public laughingstock. Just when I thought I'd reached rock bottom, Connor Presley, the heir of Elluel City's most powerful family and the boy I'd grown up with, returned from abroad. In front of flashing cameras, he knelt with a diamond ring and proposed, silencing every rumor and every sneer. After we married, we appeared inseparable, our affection the picture of perfection. The only flaw was his infertility—his condition made it nearly impossible for me to conceive. For three long years, I underwent countless rounds of IVF. At last, I became pregnant. Connor was overjoyed. To celebrate, he threw an extravagant party in honor of our long-awaited child. But in the middle of the revelry, one of his closest friends, drunk and unguarded, muttered in Russian, "Connor, you've gone too far. Just because Lindsey was afraid pregnancy would ruin her figure, you put the zygote into Rachel's body and let her carry the baby for you two? If she ever finds out the truth, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." Connor's expression didn't waver. "This was Lindsey's only wish. I had to grant it," he replied coolly. "Besides, having a child with Lindsey has always been my dream. Only her child deserves to be the heir of the Presley family. The days ahead are long—I'll make it up to Rachel, eventually." I stood frozen, my body trembling uncontrollably. That night, I made an appointment for an abortion. When Connor stormed into the hospital, raging like a madman, I looked up at him with chilling calm and said, "I understand Russian."

Setiap malam Natal, pewaris Keluarga Mafia Marsa, Adrian Marsa, harus mengikuti tradisi keluarga, yaitu mengundi sebuah nama untuk menentukan apakah dia diizinkan menikah denganku. Karena aku, Irene Karsa, bukan keturunan mafia. Jika dia tidak menarik kertas undian bertuliskan namaku, dia tidak boleh menjadikanku istrinya. Selama empat tahun, Adrian sudah melakukan undian itu empat kali dan tidak sekali pun namaku yang terambil. Aku selalu mengira dia bertengkar dengan keluarganya karena aku, bahwa dia rela mempertaruhkan posisinya sebagai bos mafia hanya untuk memilihku. Setiap kali dia gagal, dia akan memelukku erat dan berbisik, "Nggak apa-apa. Masih ada tahun depan." Aku mencintainya sampai rasanya menyakitkan. Begitu sakitnya, sampai aku bersedia menunggu ... tahun demi tahun. Tahun ini, aku berkata pada diriku sendiri, "Kalau dia masih juga nggak menarik namaku, aku akan diam-diam menukar hasil undian itu." Aku menyelinap ke depan pintu ruang kerja Adrian, lalu mendengar adik laki-lakinya bertanya, "Bos, setiap tahun sebenarnya kamu menarik nama Irene. Kenapa kamu pura-pura nggak menarik namanya? Apa karena kamu masih belum bisa melepaskan Sera?" Namun, Adrian hanya menjawab dengan suara datar, "Sera membutuhkanku untuk urusan mendesak. Lakukan seperti biasa, tukar nama Irene dengan kertas kosong." Dia pergi tanpa menoleh. Alih-alih menukar, adiknya justru membuang kertas kosong itu ke tempat sampah, meninggalkan kertas bertuliskan namaku di atas meja, lalu bergegas menyusul Adrian. Aku masuk ke dalam. Mengambil kertas kosong dari tempat sampah dan menggantinya dengan kertas yang bertuliskan namaku. Membuang kertas bertuliskan namaku sendiri ke tong sampah. Adrian, aku tidak ingin menunggu dan menikah denganmu lagi. Aku akan memberimu pilihanmu.