On The Other Hand Artinya

I was five months pregnant when my husband, James Fletcher, allowed his mistress to invade our lives—on the very night of our wedding anniversary. But she didn’t just come to flaunt her presence. She came to take my life. Pregnant and vulnerable, I confronted her, desperately clinging to my dignity. But the fight ended with me tumbling down the staircase, my swollen belly crashing against the cold, hard ground. Blood seeped across the floor, vivid and unrelenting. James only arrived after hearing about his precious mistress’ ordeal. He stood there, staring at the pool of blood, at my broken body. But instead of helping me, he rushed to her side. She had nothing but a few superficial scratches, yet he swept her off to the hospital like she was the one dying. By the time he returned, my child was gone. The doctors barely managed to save me. And what did James do? He struck me in front of everyone, his words sharper than the sting of his hand. "Lisa only wanted to bring you a Christmas gift, and you attacked her out of nowhere! You shameless witch!" “She didn’t force her way in! What nonsense! I gave her the house key ages ago. You just can’t stand that she’s prettier and kinder than you!" “You didn’t just hurt her. You killed my child! You vile, despicable woman. Why couldn’t it have been you instead?” Lisa stood beside him, pretending to comfort him while flashing me a smug, victorious smirk. James’s vicious tirade didn’t stop there. He dragged my name onto the internet, painting me as a monster.

These are the five things on the list that could bring the spoiled brat named, Iris Gene Rodríguez, privileged life back; First, take public transportation instead of a car when going to the university or when only necessarily leaving the house. Second, no alcohol, no bars, and nightclubs alone and with friends unless you're with the family. Third, look for a job where you can earn money by yourself. A decent one, please. Fourth, don't ditch classes, featuring no sleeping, take studies seriously, and get good grades. And last but definitely not the least, kiss Leon Gael Johansson, the man with a beautiful face, indeed. . . remember, with consent.” The list is only good for two months and needs to be accomplished within the time frame. If he happened to fail, then should Iris forever live the harder way around. The last thing on the list is definitely the tough part, as they also started as enemies. Will Iris become successful with his list? Or will he end up getting hurt amidst accomplishing it that made him say, “You’re the worst, Leon Gael Johansson.”

Britania Raya menyimpan banyak sekali rahasia yang belum terungkap dalam sejarah pembentukannya. Salah satunya adalah Northern Union Loot, harta jarahan pasca konflik sebelum negara Skotlandia terbentuk berabad-abad yang lalu. Hingga detik ini, belum terungkap lokasi pasti tersembunyinya harta jarahan itu. Hingga akhirnya The Council for British Archeology (CBA) memutuskan untuk menutup pencarian, juga dengan alasan yang belum terungkap. Eleanor Aetherelt, atau kerap disapa Elly merupakan seorang wartawan lepas yang bertugas untuk mengirim tulisan-tulisan jurnalistik pada kantor berita kenamaan. Meski memiliki keterbatasaan sebagai seorang Tunanetra, Elly tetap profesional menjalankan tugasnya, melakukan yang terbaik agar semua mata memandangnya setara. Pada satu waktu, salah satu tulisan Elly mengundang kontroversi, setelah menyebut nama perusahaan besar di Inggris, Thorn Enterprise. Mengetahui hal ini, Sir Edric Arathorn selaku CEO perusahaan sekaligus orang terkaya di Inggris mengantarkan Elly menuju kediamannya. Dalam perbincangan bersama Sir Edric, Elly ditunjuk sebagai orang yang harus melanjutkan pencarian Northern Union Loot, sebagai bentuk pertanggungjawaban akan tulisan Elly yang memberikan dampak pada perusahaan Thorn Enterprise. Waktu-waktu pencarian tidaklah mudah bagi Elly, tak jarang setiap langkahnya terguncang, mulai dari terbatasnya data CBA hingga halangan kelompok Silvie, yang juga mengejar Northern Union Loot berlandaskan dendam. Northern Union Loot bukan sekedar pencarian, melainkan ujian, untuk Elly beserta segala keterbatasannya.

On my birthday, Connor Simpson's first love jumped off a building due to depression. She died on the spot. Connor blamed everything on me. I never celebrated my birthday again after she died. After the murderer electrocuted me for more than ten hours, they forced me to call Connor. "Connor, it's my 25th birthday today. Can you come over and spend time with me?" However, Connor did not notice anything unusual. His voice was laced with venomous iciness. "Clarisse Winter, Audrey wouldn't have died if it weren't for you. How dare you ask me to celebrate your birthday? If only you were the one who died." I heard him coaxing a woman on the other end just before he hung up on me. That low and gentle tone was what I loved to hear the most in the past. That night, the murderer cut my body into countless pieces, packed them in bags, and threw them in front of the police station. Connor was summoned back overnight. He spent two days and two nights piecing together the body parts, but he did not realize that the dead person was the wife that he hated the most.

During the New Year's Eve dinner, my pineapple juice was secretly swapped for alcohol. But I had taken cephalosporin earlier on. The doctors used a lot of effort to save me, but my wife, Jennifer Robinson, shielded the person who was responsible behind her. "This matter ends here. Be generous and forgive him. He didn't do it on purpose." I didn't plan on letting this man off so easily. He had an ambiguous relationship with my wife. But Jennifer interrupted me with a frown. "That's enough! He's only a fresh graduate. What's the point of making a fuss? Do you have to ruin the rest of his life to feel satisfied?" I looked at how my wife was protecting him and my heart sank. "Then you two can spend the rest of your lives together."

My husband, Carlton Stewart, looked me right in the eye and asked me to abort his unborn child. Then he asked for a divorce. That didn’t hurt me more than when I discovered the reason he asked me to abort his child. I felt so worthless and even more worthless when my husband threw me in jail after my sister accused me of a crime, we all knew I would never commit. Six months went down in speed and I was out of prison with six months pregnancy. Unconventionally, I met a young man who surprisingly was hell-bent on helping me take revenge on my ex-husband and all of them who’d hurt me.

He slid a paper across the table, his eyes cold. " Sign it." She blinked, confused. "Why?" "It’s our marriage certificate." He spoke as if discussing the weather. "I’ve already signed it. Your turn." Siya froze. **Marriage?** To a man like him? Her? A whore. Pregnant. She looked up at him, pleading. "I-I can be your maid. Do anything. Just… don’t hurt my baby." Her voice trembled, careful, trying to bargain with the devil himself. But Abhimanyu’s gaze was relentless, unmoved. His tone cut like ice. "I want you to sign it right now." Her heart hammered in her chest. "But… how… why me?" She stuttered, breaking. "I don’t want to marry you." She stood, defiance shaking her body. The word **marriage** tasted like ash, reminding her of someone she loathed beyond reason. Abhimanyu leaned in, his smile devoid of warmth. "You **will** marry me. Or…" The room fell silent, thick with the unspoken threat. **The world knows** what he is capable of. "Plea.se," she whispered. Her voice was barely a breath. Siya’s legs screamed to run. But there was nowhere to go. His voice low, lethal. "Listen to me, TweetyBird. If I can save you, I can ruin you too.' His eyes darkened. "Sign it. And you’ll be mine." "Why me?" Her voice broke. ************ Siya laid on the bed on her fours, her hands tied together with a handcuff as Abhimanyu thrusted slowly from her back. He changed their position making her completely under his mercy. As the sun rose in the sky, he uncuffed her. "Scream my name!" He groaned going faster than before. But his pace didn’t slacken at all. He had turned into a needy beast, who was ruining every ounce of sanity left in Siya. *********** ***********

Despised by her father, Emma Walker finds herself trapped in the net of the ruthless mafia boss in exchange for her Mother’s treatment, and revenge on her selfish father. Salvatore Barone was a nightmare everyone avoided, a man rumoured to be selfish, yet his mother was his weakness. Faced with the decision to give his dying mother, a daughter-in-law, he gets into a contract marriage with the daughter of his sworn enemy. What happens when they start to fall in love with one another? Especially when it turns out that his mother lied.

"If I leave now, I'll never come back! I might end up dying. Is that what you want?" She asked. "Yes. Who cares if you die? I'm already lenient with you for not sending you to jail!" I said. __ Elise Sinclair got entangled with the wrongest person in the world, her step-uncle but what happens when he cast her aside when the world turned against them. Years later, she came back as the most sophisticated while she threaded on thin ice. She got threatened by her unknown enemy from the past. How will she navigate all the setbacks in her life? Damien Sinclair was empty and emotionless after Elise left. He had to enter into a relationship with his ex because of a few circumstances surrounding the situation. However, his heart still longed for Elise. When he finally sees her again, his hope is reignited, only to be dashed again. How will he get his love back? Will he go to the ends of the earth for her?

Tate and Liam have known each other since they were five years old. They have been best friends through everything, school and now into their senior year at school. They have no secrets from each other. Well except this one. I'm Tate and I have a secret. I'm helplessly in love with Liam but I don't want to ruin our friendship and I think he only sees me as his bestie. Maybe it is just a crush and it will wear off. Then one day I kiss him......