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I knew perfectly well that open flames were forbidden at a gas-leak scene, yet as a firefighter, I still backed my girlfriend's childhood friend when he insisted on lighting a cigarette "to calm his nerves." In my previous life, a sudden gas leak erupted during a gathering. Her childhood friend insisted on smoking to steady himself. I slapped the lighter out of his hand and yelled at him for trying to get us all killed. Humiliated, he ignored everyone's attempts to stop him and stormed outside—only to be crushed by an advertising board blown loose by the explosion's shockwave. Later, when I saved a child who had fallen from a building and was left hanging in midair myself, my girlfriend—my second-in-command—maliciously cut my safety rope. She stared at my corpse and said, "If you hadn't humiliated George in front of everyone, he wouldn't have died." When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that room thick with the stench of leaking gas.

The princess of Oberlin City scorns the poor, and I'm the biggest thorn in her side—I live in squalor but am specially admitted by a prestigious college meant for the rich. "What right does a peasant like you have to study at the same college as me?" Nails appear on my seat, and the shampoo in my bathroom is switched to glue. Chantelle Gorman even daringly tries to ram me over at the campus entrance—all because I'm a poor young woman from the countryside. To survive, I set my sights on her father, a perfect gentleman. He's a domineering CEO who's never had a shortage of women in his life. It's too bad he has no other children besides Chantelle. Chantelle thinks I'm a piece of trash who'll get kicked to the curb after a night of pleasure, but she doesn't know how easily the women in my family conceive. I give birth to seven sons and a daughter for the domineering CEO. How can Chantelle possibly go up against me and my eight children?

After I studied and lived in Descensio for five years, I finally graduated and was ready to return to my home country to take over my dad's company. When I arrived at the Sullivan Group building, I took a picture and posted it on my Instagram story with the caption. 'Since you're the man I love most, I'm here to see you immediately after graduation.' Yet, a woman appeared out of nowhere and slapped me as soon as I arrived at the company's lobby. "It's her! She's the hussy! She had seduced my husband back in high school. Now that my husband has become the director, she shamelessly showed up here to flirt with him. So, I want you girls to beat her up. I'll take the blame if anything happens." While the woman was cooking up a story about me seducing Marcus Lane, a director of Sullivan Group, others around simply looked on coldly and judged me. She slashed my limited-edition bag to pieces and smashed the expensive seal I wanted to give my dad. "You're just a gold digger wearing and buying fake luxury goods. It's just a few hundred dollars. I can still afford to pay you." However, little did she know that everything I had was real. Even if she and her director husband worked for the rest of their lives, they would never be able to afford to pay for the damages.

My roommate had a strange obsession with taking cold showers on the balcony. She claimed it helped detox her body and brightened her skin. I warned her, “You should be more mindful of your privacy.” However, she only laughed, accusing me of being jealous of her flawless figure. Then, disaster struck. Her shower photos were leaked online, and soon after, thugs showed up at our door, demanding to humiliate her. Instead of taking responsibility, she turned on me. “It’s her! She’s the shameless one showering on the balcony!” Betrayed and defenseless, I was dragged into the woods and left to die, my life snuffed out in humiliation and pain. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on that fateful day—the day my roommate took her first cold shower on the balcony.

The day Yancy Shepherd died, Benedict Page poisoned our dinner. His eyes were wild, and bloodshot, as he watched me writhe in agony. There was a madness in his gaze, but worse was the hatred, a disgust so deep it twisted his face into something unrecognizable. "If it weren't for you forcing your way into our lives, Yancy wouldn’t have died from heartbreak. You ruined us! It’s all your fault!" A photo slipped from his trembling hand and landed at my feet—Yancy at twenty, looking radiant, her smile as bright as a blooming flower. I collapsed to the ground, my strength fading fast like a rose withering in the final grasp of winter. Helpless, I waited for the darkness to claim me, consumed by despair and bitter regret. Why hadn’t I listened to the system and killed him when I had the chance? But when I opened my eyes again, everything was different. I stood watching Benedict flee our engagement ceremony. My brother moved to chase after him, but I quietly raised a hand, stopping him. This time, things would be different.

Life has never been good to me. And just when I thought life couldn't get any worse, the Goddess mocked me one more time and gave me a stubborn and difficult Alpha as my fated mate - someone who wanted nothing to do with me. But what did I have to lose? To begin with, I had nothing. So leaving and forgetting all about him should be easy. Well it was, until it wasn't. ¤¤¤¤¤ The book is the second in the Black Shadow Pack Series Spin-off Novels. While the story stands alone, I recommend that you read the series and the spin-off novel Book 1, to gain a better understanding of the characters. BLACK SHADOW PACK SERIES: Book 1 - HE'S MY ALPHA (Completed) Book 2 - THE BETA IS MINE (Completed) Book 3 - LOVING THE GAMMA (Completed) Spin-off Novel Book 1 - IN THE ARMS OF MY ALPHA (Completed) Spin-off Novel Book 2 - THROUGH THE EYES OF MY ALPHA (Completed)

+623867xxx ok: Suami lo di apartemen gue.    “Nara?” ketik Keisha pada pesan dari kontak baru yang masuk ke ponselnya.   +623867xxx: Yaps, pacar suami lo. Kasihan, lo tidur sendiri.   Keisha menghdia napas berat membaca pesan dari Nara. “Lagi?” gumamnya pelan. “Sampai kapan kamu mau seperti ini, mas?”    Tidak ingin terlihat lemah di mata Nara yang Keisha tahu adalah pacar Rendra—suaminya, Keisha membalas pesan Nara dengan tenang.   [ Ambil aja buat lo! ] Sent.   Hai, ini adalah kisah Keisha dan Narendra aka Mas Rendra.. Ikuti yah, sebangcat apa Mas Rendra di mata Keisha dan seberapa banyak rahasia yang Rendra simpan dari Keisha?  

Andara Prameswari tidak pernah membayangkan akan bertemu kembali dengan mantannya di SMA. Apalagi dalam posisi sebagai seorang atasan dan bawahan. Aji yang dulunya kurus kerempeng dengan tinggi menjulang, terlihat ngenes dan menyedihkan, kini menjelma menjadi pria dewasa dengan otot-otot panas menggiurkan. Di saat itulah, Dara menyesal. Dia merasa ingin balikan, apalagi alasannya putus dengan Aji, karena Dara tidak mau menjalani LDR yang menyakiti perasaan. Namun, Aji yang dulu dan sekarang berbeda. Pria itu menjadi sosok bajingan yang suka mempermainkan wanita. Pria dingin yang tak memedulikan Dara dalam dunianya. Bagaimana cara Dara mendapatkannya kembali? Apakah dia bisa mengembalikan sosok Aji yang baik hati dan seksi? ____ All right reserved by Kaitani Hikari

Sejak kematian tunangannya, Donghai, Li Meihui memilih meninggalkan dunia balet yang dulu menjadi hidupnya. Setiap langkah tariannya kini terasa hampa, setiap kenangan hanya menambah luka. Hingga suatu hari, ia bertemu Kim Rain—seorang musisi yang melihat kesedihan dalam tarian yang tak lagi memiliki makna. Rain tidak pernah meminta Meihui untuk melupakan masa lalunya, tapi ia memainkan melodi yang secara perlahan membimbingnya untuk melangkah lagi. Di antara nada-nada yang tercipta, Meihui mulai menemukan dirinya kembali. Dan kali ini, ia menari bukan untuk mengenang seseorang yang telah pergi, tetapi karena ia ingin. Namun, bisakah musik dan tarian menyembuhkan hati yang telah lama terjebak dalam kesedihan? Ataukah Meihui akan menemukan alasan baru untuk terus menari bersama seseorang yang tak pernah ia duga?

My best friend and I married the Luther brothers. I married the older brother, a legendary specialist in childbirth. My best friend, Autumn, married the younger brother, the CEO of a pharmaceutical company. On my birthday, my husband’s crush, Kirsty, scared me into early labor by sending me the carcass of a rotten, dead cat. Autumn rushed me to the emergency room. The doctors had their hands tied as I went into premature labor with a case of amniotic fluid embolism. With the last of my strength, I turned to my husband for help. Instead, I was berated. “So I missed your birthday. Do you have to make a big deal out of it? Why are you lying to me? Kirsty’s pet dog is having puppies. I need to help with the birth, so stop getting in the way!” Later, Autumn took charge and operated on me. I managed to pull through, while my baby was rushed to the ICU. Autumn tearfully called her husband, pleading for the specific medication produced by his company. “Kirsty’s dog is struggling in labor. I’m making a nutritious meal for it. You sure are good friends with Bella to take turns stirring up a fuss. Don’t you have anything better to do than act out in jealousy?” In the end, I lost my child. My heart shattered into pieces. “I want a divorce, Autumn.” “I’m with you! The cheating bastards don’t deserve wives.” We filed for divorce, and the brothers panicked.