Novel 365 Days 2 Bahasa Indonesia Novels & Stories

it's mafia book ,with pain betrayl , twist and cliffhangers, you will surely enjoy the book. Read with some jazz music on. hope you enjoy it. "lets see your hate for me wins or my love for you wins " "This 365 days will a hell for you my love " "This 365 days will be haven for my husband " "AUGUST 1" *daily updates* Chapters start from next page hd hc hv hb ih ii 9ib uv bv yi vi yc ug 8g ni 8o go hi uh no 8g ou n8o df gh bh bh gv c fr ft fg vg v vg vg gy gy gy

"W-Where are we going? And why are we going to be gone for three days? Can you explain this to me, Uno?" "Did you forget that I told you, once you recovered, we would go back to Isla Paraiso?" Uno said, causing Manuela to frown. "I remember that, but what are we going to do in Isla Paraiso?" "To have you there without anyone to disturb us," Uno replied, confusing Manuela. "What? Wait, I don't understand you." "You'll understand once we arrive at Isla Paraiso, so hang in there. I won't make you cry again this time, but maybe you'll be in tears tonight," Uno said with a meaningful smile, leaving Manuela still unable to understand what Uno was saying.

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So sometimes the tastes of some foods make me want to throw up. For example, I didn't like the beetroot juice, it's awful. But unfortunately I have to drink it, sometimes I also drink some tea. I let out a sigh and look at some books on the shelf. There are so many books, it's hard to choose. I scan the shelves and see the title of the book, 365 days. "Hmm, is that good?" ''I pick up the book and see the synopsis on the cover. Laura is a sales director who embarks on a trip to Sicily to save her relationship. There, she meets Massimo, a member of the Sicilian mafia, who kidnaps her and gives her 365 days to fall in love with him.

I can't believe it. This is a contract marriage? This means that he will let me go after 365 days. "Does that mean that we will get a divorce after 365 days?" I ask and he nods, narrowing his eyes. "If you obey the rules of the contract," he mutters, and a smile creeps into my face. He twitches up his lips and tilts his head to the side. "You haven't asked what the rules are," he mutters and I shrug lightly.

This story is entirely fictional. All places, names, characters, and settings of the novel are entirely fictional. They are in no way tied to real world events, or ongoing situations, besieged by the current society, although similarities can occur from time to time, during reading. By reading this novel, you do not hold the author responsible.

"Naomi too." "One woman once went thirteen days without water, though the average is about three. You're tough. I think you can handle another day or two before it gets really serious." I don't answer him. Conserving my energy is more important right now than making conversation with a monster like Frank. He's just playing games anyways. If he allowed it, he could have three or more Warriors just come in here, hold me down, and let them do whatever they wanted with me. But he won't do that. He's purposely waiting for me to give up, because he gets some sick pleasure from this.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

The contract was still sitting on the hotel desk. It hadn’t moved in hours. But it felt heavier every time I looked at it—like it was absorbing the weight of the decision I still hadn’t made. I had read it again. And again. Highlighted sections. Dog-eared pages. Searched the margins for hidden threats. But it remained exactly what Dominic said it was. Clean. Precise. Deceptively simple. A one-hundred-and-nine-day marriage. No emotional ties.