Nct U Coming Home

Runalla meyakini bahwa pernikahannya akan baik-baik saja, walau sang suami tak pernah memberi perhatian atau sentuhan sedikit pun. Rumah tangga tak biasa--tak banyak dilalui oleh pasutri. Bukankah seharusnya dia bersyukur? Setidaknya, Biru tidak melayangkan pukulan atau makian. Biru hanya memberi sebuah pengabaian emosional yang begitu besar. Runalla selalu memandang segalanya dari sisi positif, maka dari itu, satu per satu celah mulai terbuka. "Kalau aku kayak gini ... nggak papa?" Biru adalah sosok yang rapuh. Membutuhkan rasa sayang sebagaimana anak kecil, yang kebutuhannya tak pernah dipenuhi oleh orang tua. Dan tiba saat di mana lelaki itu memohon. Dengan teramat sangat. Ketika keadaan berputar, menguak segalanya--berbagai masa lalu buruk yang jarang dialami oleh anak kecil. "Kamu jahat banget. Tahu itu, nggak, Runa?" Warning: » abuse (physical, emotional, and sexual) » self harm » suicide ideation » ptsd. #SalahSasaran

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Levi is a billionaire. Lavish lifestyle, huge mansion, fancy cars. He could have everything in the palm of his hand. Levi has it all, but a companion. He can't seem to keep genuine friends. His only true friend was his butler, George, but after he passed, Levi was engulfed in loneliness. So Levi hired an escort instead of going to therapy.

Viola adalah anak yang malang. Ia terlahir cacat dan karena itu ia tak dianggap oleh ayah dan ibu tirinya. Sedangkan ibu kandungnya koma karna melahirkanya. Hanya satu impian Hana yaitu hidup bahagia bersama kedua orang tuanya. Apakah hana bisa mewujudkan mimpinya? Karena pasti setiap anak ingin bahagia bersama keluarganya.

I was an orphan being adopted by a simple family. My dad was a driver of a very powerful businessman. My mom was one of their maids. She was in fact their lady butler. This family with gazillion bank accounts had an only heir, drop dead gorgeous young billionaire, Albert Michaels. He was always the talk of the news both in mainstream and social media along with either a popular pop star diva or a hubristic socialite with voluptuous body and kittenish voice. I, Samantha Reynolds, one of their servants had been stealthily trailing him since the day that I stepped in their grand top of a kind living room. His stone cold aloof aura as he stared at me everytime he caught me gawking at him made him even more attractive and charming than he already was. Till one rainy night, a magical or should I say disaster happened. Arriving at home late and intoxicated while I was busy wiping the glass tea table, he was almost dropping himself on the cold marble floor. Guiding him towards his room, his heaviness was weighing up my petite body. Till we both dropped on his king sized bed with me under him. His glassy eyes tingling my long time desire. His warm rims made me want to wrap them with mine. Till time stood still as the rain continued pouring engulfing the atmosphere with its coldness while him covering me with his burning libido. As we both reached the top, he called a name, ''Madeline!'' D*mn!

Rebecca was finally ready to start her life. She had just graduated from college, had a great at the hospital in the city, and a gorgeous apartment that was across the hall from her best friends. Everything was falling into place. When she goes out to celebrate and ends up drunker than she ever had been before, she is saved by the handsome and extremely Vincent, son of the Capo, who takes her home. What will happen when she wakes up alone the next day? Will this be the typical one-night stand?

As an only heiress, she needs to hide her identity. So, she made a deal with a friend to have an act. She, then, became a student in highschool with a different identity. This will protect her from danger that surrounds her. She thought that would be her last mission for her safety but, she's wrong. She still needs one step. That is to find a man that can keep her safe and loved forever. She's fine with that not unless she found out who that man is. Her teacher.

On New Year's Eve, I prepare a feast. The clock strikes twelve, but my husband, Vincent Porter, still isn't home. My daughter, Lorelei Porter, tugs at my sleeve and holds up my phone. "Look Mommy, Daddy is at this lady's house!" Vincent has posted an update on Twitter. He is with Christine Snow, his childhood sweetheart. They are smiling at the camera, with a boy who looks about ten standing between them. In front of them sits a swan-shaped cake. The caption reads, "The most special day for the most special you." My heart sinks into my stomach. A marriage that came later in life can never compete with a pair of childhood sweethearts. I accept defeat.

The day before New Year's, my younger brother announced he was bringing his girlfriend home for dinner. Excited, I drove my new car to pick them up, taking my daughter along with me. However, as soon as his girlfriend got in the car, her face darkened. "Henry, you didn't tell me your sister was staying at your place—and with a kid!" she snapped. I frowned and was about to explain when my brother quickly interjected, "She's not staying. After dropping us off, she'll be heading to a hotel." Only then did his girlfriend's expression ease. I swallowed my discomfort and asked my brother what he was planning. He leaned in with a conspiratorial grin and said, "Sis, don't cause any trouble for me, okay? My girlfriend is the daughter of the Cromwell Group's CEO!" My eyes widened in shock. Was not the Cromwell Group the same company my ex-husband had just handed over to me as part of our divorce settlement?

He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat on her cheeks. "I'm home." Dean Woodland left two years ago without a word or sound and now he is back to bring his belongings with him.