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My sister abruptly returns to the country on the day of my wedding. My parents, brother, and fiancé abandon me to pick her up at the airport. She shares a photo of them on her social media, bragging about how she's so loved. Meanwhile, all the calls I make are rejected. My fiancé is the only one who answers, but all he tells me is not to kick up a fuss. We can always have our wedding some other day. They turn me into a laughingstock on the day I've looked forward to all my life. Everyone points at me and laughs in my face. I calmly deal with everything before writing a new number in my journal—99. This is their 99th time disappointing me; I won't wish for them to love me anymore. I fill in a request to study abroad and pack my luggage. They think I've learned to be obedient, but I'm actually about to leave forever.

To help cover our household expenses, I often sold second-hand items online. Late one night, a new listing suddenly appeared under my husband's account. [Private trainer for sale. Almost new. Obedient and resilient. No upkeep required. Cash only.] The attached photo showed a woman from behind, caught in the middle of a yoga pose. The red mole at her waist stood out clearly. It was me. The comments section erupted within seconds. Men with usernames like 'LocalHunter' started bidding aggressively. [Five hundred. Thirty minutes. Pickup only. No negotiations.] [Are you kidding? Two thousand. All night. I'll bring my own gear.] My husband immediately replied to the highest bidder: Adrian 'The Butcher' Kane. [Deal. She's in the bedroom. The door isn't locked. Go straight in.] In the next moment, the bedroom doorknob slowly began to turn from the other side.

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

Emily, the biological daughter of the Wilsons was kidnapped at age eight and returned ten years later to live with her family and her adopted sister, Brenda. On her supposed engagement day to her boyfriend of three years, Oliver Jones, he proposed to Brenda instead. Emily was disgraced, disrespected and devastated. To cure her heartbreak, she went to the bar where she got drunk and had a one-night stand with Christopher Moore; a famous business tycoon, the man in every woman’s dream. When Emily goes to TRANSCORP for a job interview the following day, she makes a shocking discovery; her would-be boss is none other than her one-night-stand partner who seemed to not recognize her. But unknown to Emily and Christopher, their path had since crossed several years back. As Emily and Christopher become familiar with each other, the latter learns that there is more to the former than meets the eye for example, how does a mere secretary know how to hack into a national server?

I’d been dead a month before my family even noticed. It wasn’t concern that brought them to that realization. It was my silence after the so-called “dinner” with Adam Rossi, the infamous mafia boss. My father scoffed like always,“She probably shacked up with that bastard. Too busy spreading her legs to pick up the damn phone.” My sister texted me a photo of them smiling under the Christmas tree, ornaments twinkling like nothing was wrong. Bitch, she wrote. You better talk Mr. Rossi into working with Dad, or you might as well be dead already. And my mother—once the softer one—was now colder than the frost on their windows. “I told you, we should’ve sent Gia to charm Mr. Rossi. Serena always screws things up.” They didn’t think I would die. Not until they found my body—broken, rotten, and forgotten—in Adam Rossi’s basement.

SYNOPSIS My mind and heart were all over the place as I stared straight into his blue grayish eyes, this time not looking away. “What do you want Liz?" I gulped, “you.” ~ Lizzy Greene, a popular actress and heiress to a multimillionaire company attends the 'royal' high school. School for the rich and high status. What happens when the new hot guy expected at her school is actually her neighbor next door? Noah King, a handsome, egoistic, hot bad boy transfers to a new school and state far from home only to find out that the popular actress was his neighbor next door. The both of them both have their scars and secrets. With all the secrets in the open, will they be able to become more than just neighbors? Find out in this story of love, betrayal, heartbreak, secrets and friendship. cover made by; @maramartha picture found on Pinterest. Model: Danielle Campbelle photo credit: Dusman Kardesler

While I try on various wedding rings, my fiance, Don Demetrio Farese, who has tagged along, suddenly snatches the ring from my fingertip. "You already lost a finger, Lucia. The ring will look ugly on you. Carlotta, on the other hand, looks beautiful with a ring on her finger." Then, Demetrio fishes out a photo featuring him sinking down on one knee while sliding a ring onto Carlotta Rini's finger. My chest tightens. "What are you trying to say?" "Let Carlotta wear the wedding ring. You've already lost a finger anyway—you don’t need it." Pain slowly spreads from my chest to the rest of my body. For a moment, I almost lose my balance. The truth is, Demetrio's mortal enemy is the one who severed my finger by shooting at it. Back then, I only got shot because I had shielded Demetrio from the bullet.

Five years into my marriage to Dante Moretti, the Don of the Chicago Outfit, the entire underworld knew he loved me more than life itself. He’d had a violin—for me—tattooed right next to his family crest, a symbol of loyalty that could never be erased. Until I got the photo from his mistress. A cocktail waitress, sprawled naked in his arms, her skin marred by the dark bruises of rough sex. She had scrawled her name right next to the violin he’d gotten for me. And my husband had let her. "Dante says only being inside me makes him feel like a man anymore. You can’t even get him hard anymore, can you, sweet Alessia? Maybe it’s time to step aside." I didn't reply. I just made a single call. “I need a new identity. And a plane ticket out.”

Leo Oliver, pengawal pribadi dari Claire--nona muda--anak seorang miliarder. Keadaan menjebak keduanya dalam sebuah kamar di rumah milik ayah Claire, hingga skandal itu pun terjadi dan terbongkar pihak keluarga gadis itu. Leo pun bertekad membalas saat dia membuka jati diri yang sesungguhnya, sebuah strategi untuk membalas dendam kepada keluarga Claire yang telah menghina dan merendahkan martabatnya. Setiap langkah yang diambil oleh Leo begitu hati-hati dan terukur. Dengan cerdik, dia mengumpulkan informasi untuk mengungkap semua rahasia gelap yang selama ini disembunyikan. Namun, semakin dalam Leo terperangkap dalam rencana balas dendamnya, semakin sulit baginya untuk menentukan batas antara dendam dan perasaannya pada Claire. Akankah dia berhasil menjalankan rencananya, ataukah rasa cinta yang membutakan akan menghancurkan segalanya?

"Just who do you think you are to put your hands on someone else's woman!" his voice was unrecognisable and I knew there was no stopping him. **** Heartbroken by his sudden engagement, Rebecca has come to accept the harsh truth that Oliver will never be anything more than her fake boyfriend. She opts to leave bur his sudden possessiveness and obsession surfaces as he refuses to let her go. "Don't touch me," I whisper, holding his shocked gaze. "I don't want to be with you anymore-" "The answer is no," he replies coldly, his tone dripping with impatience. I have a feeling I should hold my tongue but I can't stand being here any longer, "I wasn't asking. I'm done-" "Then pay me back," he says to my shock. "Pay me back every penny I spent on your mother."