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Hinaan dan cemoohan terus berdatangan pada Zoya dan suaminya, Dewangga, yang bekerja sebagai tukang parkir. Bahkan anak mereka juga menjadi sasaran ejekan dari teman-temannya. Tidak hanya tetangga, keluarga Zoya sendiri pun berusaha memisahkan mereka karena merasa malu. Tekanan yang diterima membuat Zoya frustrasi, tetapi cintanya pada Dewangga membuatnya tetap bertahan. Ia yakin suaminya adalah pria yang baik dan jujur, meskipun seluruh dunia meremehkan mereka. Ketika keadaan sudah tak tertahankan dan Zoya hampir menyerah, tiba-tiba Dewangga menunjukkan sisi yang tak pernah orang lain lihat—sisi yang mengubah segalanya. Orang-orang berpangkat tinggi mulai menghormatinya, bahkan menuruti perintahnya tanpa banyak tanya. Apa yang sebenarnya terjadi dengan Dewangga? Rahasia apa yang selama ini Dewangga sembunyikan dari Zoya?

Jono, seorang tukang paket, tidak pernah menyangka kalau pekerjaan yang biasa dan membosankannya membawa dia kepada sebuah situasi yang berbahaya. Ketika mengantarkan paket ke sebuah alamat, dia mendapati Renata yang sedang berusaha kabur dari rumahnya akibat dikejar oleh tiga pria berjas hitam dengan senjata api. Jono membantu pelarian Renata tersebut. Beberapa waktu kemudian baru diketahui kalau Renata merupakan anak dari Bos Mafia dan ia sedang menunggu ayahnya kembali dari luar negeri. Renata bertahan hidup dengan menyembunyikan diri di rumah Jono yang terletak di sebuah perkampungan kumuh. Tapi para pengkhianat itu akhirnya menemukan Renata. Ia dan Jono kembali harus melarikan diri sementara itu orang-orang yang mereka sayangi mulai dihabisi oleh para mafia pimpinan si Jamal. Ayah Renata datang tapi di tengah pertempuran antar geng mafia yang ia pimpin melawan anak buah si Jamal, ayah Renata gugur dam menunjuk Jono sebagai penggantinya dan menyuruhnya membalaskan dendamnya. Akankah Jono dan Renata berhasil membalaskan dendam sang ayah dan apakah Jono berhasil menyatukan kekuatan para mafia tersebut?

Kayra adalah seorang janda dengan dua anak kembar. Ia memiliki trauma dalam pernikahan karena ditalak ketika hamil tua. Ia pun membesarkan kedua anaknya seorang diri, menghadapi segala omongan jelek yang tertuju pada anak-anaknya dan dirinya sendiri. Sampai akhirnya, seorang pria muda mendekatinya. Tidak seperti mantan suaminya yang orang kantoran, pria bernama Haidar itu hanyalah penjual cilok biasa. Apakah seorang pria miskin biasa bisa melindungi Kayra dan anak-anaknya dari kerasnya dunia?

Sebuah pesan masuk ke dalam gawaiku, tak ada firasat apapun saat itu. Dengan santai pesan itu kubuka. Sebuah foto yang dikirim oleh nomor tak dikenal. Mataku membulat sempurna, tak percaya dengan apa yang kulihat, hingga berkali-kali aku memperhatikan bahkan sampai men-zoom foto itu sedetail mungkin, takut jika mata ini salah menyimpulkan. [Maafkan saya, Bu!] tulis si pengirim foto. Aku tak menghiraukan pesannya, butir demi butir air mengalir dari sudut mata, mengaburkan penglihatan. Menandakan bahwa foto itu membuat luka didalam sana. Sebuah foto resepsi pernikahan yang berlatarkan salah satu pemandangan di Puncak, tertampang nyata, sangat indah begitu pula dengan senyum dari kedua mempelai yang terlihat sempurna dan bahagia. Mas Arya, pengantin laki-laki yang kini sedang bersanding dengan seorang wanita muda dan cantik itu adalah suamiku. Suami yang sudah sepuluh tahun ini kuhaturkan bakti kepadanya. "Ma, Mama kenapa menangis?" cepatku susut air mataku dengan ujung jari, dan mematikan ponselku agar gambar yang begitu mengiris hati itu tak sampai terlihat oleh Alisa, putriku. "Ga, sayang. Mata Mama kelilipan," ungkapku asal. Kuraih tubuh mungil Alisa dalam pelukan, gadis lima tahun ini begitu sangat berarti bagiku. "Kak Alif mana sayang?" tanyaku mengalihkan pembicaraan. "Ada, Ma lagi di kamar, muraja'ah," Aku tersenyum getir. 'Mas, kita sudah punya putra dan putri yang begitu membanggakan, aku juga meninggalkan karierku demi berbakti kepadamu, kenapa masih saja curang dibelakang ku?' bisikku dalam hati. "Ma, Ayah kapan pulang?" Alisa bersandar didadaku, tanganku terulur membelai rambut panjang nan hitam milik Alisa. "Baru juga dua hari, Ayah pergi Nak, udah rindu aja," ujarku menggoda sambil menekan emosi dihati. Dua hari yang lalu, Mas Arya pamit akan ke Kalimantan mau mengurus bisnisnya. Aku yang tak begitu mengikuti perkembangan perusahaan, percaya saja padanya. Tak mungkin rasanya, Mas Arya mengkhianatiku dia lelaki yang baik, sholeh, penyayang dan selalu romantis. Namun, apa yang terjadi benar-benar diluar bayanganku

I chase my six-year-old daughter out of the house on a cold winter day. I cut her new clothes to pieces and dirty her dainty little face with mud. Then, I give her all my savings. She looks at me tearfully and reaches out for me, wanting me to hold her. However, I harden my heart and push her away, saying, "Leave! Go to Bowen Group and look for their CEO, Logan Bowen. Show him my death certificate and your DNA test—he'll take you in." She sobs while looking at me. "Don't you want me anymore, Mommy? Let's go look for Daddy together." After a brief silence, I say, "I can't go with you. I lied to him back then to have you." Yes, I'm a liar. I orchestrated everything from meeting Logan, dating him, to ultimately leaving him with his child in my womb. Even the death certificate I've given my daughter is fake. From beginning to end, I've lied to him about everything except our daughter.

Fedora Smith was done with love. Finished. Buried. Betrayal had ripped out her heart and torched it—her boyfriend of four years and her best friend of twenty-five caught pants down on the very anniversary sheets she gifted him. And their excuses? “You’re not attractive anymore.” “You took too long to marry him.” Fine. If love was a game, she was rewriting the rules. Now, she runs The Bridal Fix, an elite agency providing fake marriages for a steep price—rent-a-bride services for men needing to fool their families, secure an inheritance, or stage the perfect breakup. Fifteen weddings, fifteen divorces—no strings, no mess. Just business. Until Judah Carlstone. He hires her like the rest—one contract, one wedding, one payday. But Judah asks too many questions. Looks at her too long. And when he smirks and says— "Tell me, Fedora… how does it feel to say ‘I do’ and not mean it?" For the first time in years, she has no answer. Because this was never supposed to feel real.

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]

Two years after we marry, my husband moves his sister and her family into our marital home. The four of them settle down and refuse to leave. So, I quit both my jobs. I laze around at home all day and splurge on various things. I have so many parcels delivered that they pile up by the door. Occasionally, I ask my husband and his sister for allowance. When the management office sends someone to chase for our maintenance fee, my husband breaks down so loudly that everyone in the building can hear him. He asks me whether I've lost my mind—who will support the family if I don't work? How will we survive without money? Am I going to allow our family to starve? So, it turns out he does know that we'll starve without anyone generating income. Why does he and his sister stay at home and plot to take away all my money, then?

Cold and proud to all, Beamon Slade, Northarch's strongest Alpha, reserves his gentleness solely for me. Everyone knows that I'm his Luna. But today, his first love is infected with deadly wolfsbane and on the brink of death. He hands me a herbal pill that can seal memories and temporarily remove the mate mark. "Eiro won't last another three days, Swan. "Could you give me three days to fulfill her dream of becoming a Luna through a symbolic marking ceremony? I won't hurt you. This pill temporarily severs the bond and makes you forget me. "When the ceremony ends three days later, take the antidote and you'll remember everything. We'll get back together." Looking at his calm, gentle expression, I silently swallow the pill without hesitation. He has no idea, but I crafted the pill with my own hands. There's no such thing as an antidote. Three days from now, I'll completely forget him. All our embraces, vows, marks, and his past gentleness will vanish with the wind.

He stared at his emotionless flower before guiding two fingers under her chin forcing her to look up in his dark blue eyes. "I am asking you again fiore. Say what I want to hear?" He mumbled carssing her ice cold lips even her body was shivering because of all the torture he gave her a while ago but the girl being herself didn't reply him. "Answer me! Will you say it now?" He warned her that he wouldn't stop until he hear her what he wants but looking in his eyes she emotionlessly replied. "No, Master. I don't love you." An emotionless ice flower of his was the only quest of his life. He wanted nothing more than to conquer her but can he? Or will he end up in a pit of her vicious love which will throw him on his knees for her? Spin off Yes, Master containing Rafael Hunt and Rose Story.