Outbreak Z

Ich bin die beste Kunstfälscherin und Informationsspezialistin in ganz Chicago. Und ich verliebte mich in den Mann, dem die ganze Stadt gehörte – Don Vincenzo Russo. Zehn Jahre lang war ich sein Geheimnis, seine Waffe und seine Geliebte. Ich baute sein Imperium aus dem Schatten heraus auf. Ich dachte, ich würde einen Ring bekommen. Schließlich war er jede Nacht, die er in der Stadt verbrachte, in mir versunken und nahm sich seinen Vergnügen. Er flüsterte, ich gehöre ihm, dass es sich mit niemand anderem so gut anfühlen würde. Doch dieses Mal, nachdem er mit mir fertig war, verkündete er, dass er die russische Bratva-Prinzessin Katerina Petrov heiraten werde. Da wusste ich es. Ich war nicht seine Geliebte. Ich war nur ein Körper. Für ein Bündnis, für sie, opferte er mich. Er ließ mich sterben. Also zerstörte ich jedes Stück des Lebens, das er mir gegeben hatte. Ich machte einen einzigen Anruf bei meinem Vater in Italien. Und dann verschwand ich. Doch als der Don, der Chicago beherrschte, sein Lieblingsspielzeug nicht mehr finden konnte … wurde er wahnsinnig.

I masterminded a half-billion-dollar art auction to wash money for Miles’s family. But at the celebration party, Miles gave all the credit to Rebecca. His childhood friend. The daughter of the family’s consigliere. I stormed into his study. “Miles, head curator was Rebecca? Are you sure about that?” He looked up from a cloud of smoke, pulling me into his arms. His voice was a low, soothing rumble. “Valerie, I know you want to prove yourself, but this was all Rebecca. Especially the Caravaggio. The real one, worth three hundred million. She’s the one who pulled it off.” His lips brushed my forehead, his breath hot. “I don’t love you because you can fix some old paintings. You’re my queen, always. My girl. You don’t have to worry about her.” I almost laughed. The anger was choking me. “She can’t tell the difference between oil and acrylic. How the hell would she know a real from a fake?” “Enough!” Miles cut me off, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I know what Rebecca can do. Don’t make a scene just because you’re jealous.” His hands tightened, trapping me in his smoky embrace. “Don’t disappoint me, Valerie.” But he already had. When I’d had enough of his favoritism and his blindness, I walked. And that's when he went crazy. Scoured the earth looking for me. Begging me to come back, saying he was blind, that he’d been wrong about everything.

Anita didn't want her father's wealth to fall into the hands of her half-brother and stepmother. Marriage was the prerequisite for holding company shares. Anita ultimately chose a random man she met at the hospital. He needed money because his face was disfigured and deformed. "I'll pay for the hospital bills, but you have to be my husband." Anita married him, regardless of his bandaged face. Marriage wasn't important to Anita, as long as she could get all her family's wealth back. A mysterious man smiled with satisfaction at Anita's crazy request to marry him. To hide his identity, he accepted her crazy offer. "Okay, let's get married, honey." The mysterious man smiled meaningfully. If he knew her identity, she would surely regret marrying him. Who exactly was Anita's husband? What would happen to Anita after she found out who her secret husband was? Would she truly regret it?

Dari bayangan kehinaan hingga puncak balas dendam, kisah Tian Zhi menantang nasib dengan tenaga bela diri yang ganas dan ilmu medis yang mematikan. Seorang murid rendah kasta yang dipermalukan, ia diretas oleh konspirasi hingga kehilangan semua, kemudian ditinggalkan sebagai sampah di antara klannya. Dikhianati oleh sahabat, hampir kehilangan nyawanya. Tian Zhi menemukan cahaya dalam bayang-bayang saat bertemu mahaguru terkenal. Setelah bertahun-tahun latihan, sang Master wafat, meninggalkan wasiat yang mengubah hidupnya: tujuh nama wanita yang disebut sebagai tunangan. Kini Tian Zhi bangkit dengan kekuatan yang membara, bertekad membalas setiap luka—mereka yang menertawakannya, mereka yang menginjaknya saat rapuh, mereka yang membuangnya tanpa belas kasihan. Ia tidak lagi sekadar bayangan murid rendah, melainkan seorang pematon balas dendam yang siap menuntaskan wasiat sang gurunya. Setiap langkahnya adalah ujian: kekuatan, kasih sayang, pengkhianatan, dan rahasia yang akan membentuk takdirnya. Apakah tujuh nama tunangan itu menyimpan kunci jalan keluar atau tirai rahasia yang akan mengguncangkan semuanya? Sebuah odise balas dendam, pengkhianatan, dan cinta yang menantang batas antara kegelapan dan cahaya.

To seize more territory, the ancestors of the Black Moon Pack desecrated the Moon Goddess's altar. For their crime, a deadly curse was woven into their bloodline: no male wolf of their pack lives past the full moon of his thirtieth year. The only cure is to mark a she-wolf with the blood of the Moon Goddess, using her song to suppress the rage that boils in their blood. In my last life, I was that cure. I was married to their Alpha, Corbin. He marked me before the entire pack, binding us as mates. But once the threat of death was gone, he had me thrown into an asylum. "I never believed in that Moon Goddess blood crap. If the pack hadn't forced me to marry you, Faye never would have run off and married that Beta from the neighboring pack. Now she's broken mate bond, and I'm going to make her my Luna, no matter what. As for you, go to hell." Then he shattered our bond, whispered to the guards, and walked away. I was locked in a silver cage, tortured day after day with injections of silver poison. On the day of Corbin and Faye's mating ceremony, the guards gave me a fatal dose. A fiery agony tore through me. My body convulsed, and then… endless darkness. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back at my own marking ceremony. This time, I'm going to watch. And I'm going to see if Corbin can survive his thirtieth birthday without my blood.

I married Don Matteo in secret. Every time he fucked his childhood sweetheart, he promised me a real wedding，in front of the Five Families. For five years, Matteo promised me ninety-nine times. And ninety-nine times, he left me at the altar. The first time, Cecilia’s prize-winning show cat died. To comfort her, he postponed the wedding for three months. I stood at the altar alone, eyes red, trying to calm down the family elders. The second time, Cecilia threw a tantrum at a casino and shattered a hundred-million-dollar antique vase. He diverted the private jet meant for their wedding and rushed through the night to clean up her mess. And every time, right before our wedding, his childhood sweetheart would have some kind of emergency. I cried. I screamed. I even held a gun to his head. But Matteo would just pin me against the wall and shut me up with a cold, hard kiss. “She’s just a fuck. You are Mrs. Falcone. Have some goddamn class.” After the ninety-ninth time, I was finally done. I slid the papers across the table. The ink was still wet, the Falcone family seal stamped at the bottom. “Our marriage, our alliance—it’s over.”

Je suis la meilleure faussaire d'art et spécialiste du renseignement de Chicago. Et je suis tombée amoureuse de l'homme qui possédait tout, Don Vincenzo Russo. Pendant dix ans, j'ai été son secret, son arme, et sa femme. J'ai bâti son empire depuis l'ombre. Je pensais obtenir une bague. Après tout, chaque nuit qu'il passait dans cette ville, il était enfoui en moi, prenant son plaisir. Il murmurait que j'étais à lui, que personne d'autre ne lui procurait autant de plaisir. Mais cette fois, après en avoir fini avec moi, il a annoncé qu'il épousait la princesse de la Bratva russe, Katerina Petrov. C'est à ce moment-là que j'ai su. Je n'étais pas sa femme. J'étais juste un corps. Pour une alliance, pour elle, il m'a sacrifiée. Il m'a laissée mourir. Alors j'ai détruit chaque élément de la vie qu'il m'avait donné. J'ai passé un appel à mon père en Italie. Et puis, j'ai disparu. Mais quand le Parrain qui possédait Chicago n'a pas pu retrouver son jouet préféré… il est devenu fou.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Three years married to Victor, the Don, and as far as New York was concerned, we were untouchable. Until my own car was in the shop, so I took his daily driver from the garage. On the way, I activated the car's smart system and said, "Navigate home." But the screen pinpointed a place I had never seen before — a villa in the suburbs. Then, a sugary-sweet voice floated from the speakers: "Okay! Setting course for Victor and Mia's secret castle." My stomach dropped. Who was Mia? And what secret castle? Without a second thought, I dialed his number. "The home address is set to some strange place." He just laughed it off. "Oh, that. One of my guys' car broke down the other day. I let him use mine to drop someone off." "Okay, no problem," I said, smiling into the phone. I ended the call and pulled up the navigation history. That villa address was listed seventeen times, every single one on a day Victor was supposedly "out of town on business." I fired up the engine and drove.

[Konten Dewasa] Hal gila yang dilakukan oleh wanita bersama Gea adalah mengajak pria untuk tidur dengannya. Setelah dia patah hati dikhianati kekasihnya. "Bercinta Denganku." Lebih parah lagi ketika dia mengetahui siapa orang yang tidur dengan dirinya. Pria yang seharusnya tidak dia sentuh. "Lupakan kejadian ini." **** Stefano pria tubuh kekar yang menatap kearah Gea dan mengangkat dugu milik Gea dengan lembut. "Kamu yakin ingin mengajakku menjauh?" Tangan pria itu menyentuh tubuhnya dengan sangat berani, membuat Gea melayang tidak tertahan ketika merasakan sentuhan manis itu. "Ah, Pak Dosen." Stefano membisikan sesuatu yang hangat pada telinga milik Gea. "Kamu yakin ingin berhenti, baby?" Benar-benar gila diluar nalarnya. Bagaimana mungkin dia harus berhubungan dengan orang itu? Bagaimana kehidupan dia selanjutnya? akankah semuanya terbongkar hubungan gelapnya bersama dengan Stefano?

On our sixth wedding anniversary, I felt a seam split open in my skull. Not from pain, but from truth. “Ethan, that new assistant… how does she taste?” Marcus’s thought, slick as oil. Ethan's reply slithered through my veins: "Young. Tender. Like summer berries." His lips shaped a lie. His hand shielded me from the crowd, even as his fingers pressed a blood-red cocktail into my palm. "Don't let Lena find out,"he thought, the words clear as speech. "I’d in a big trouble." Laughter swirled. Champagne clinked.their mind. Nobody knew I could hear every thought ,the ability to read minds awakened in me last night. . Nobody knew I had already known about his betrayal long ago. There were no tears, no screams I just replied “yes” to Professor Johnson’s encrypted call-the path I should have chosen six years ago. In three days, I would vanish. Not running from him. Running back to who I was at twenty—the rising star of virus research.