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"Maaf, Pus, aku tidak kuat punya istri gendut dan jelek sepertimu." "Aku menalakmu." Mas Aldi menunduk, merasa bersalah. Namun, tetap saja. Kata-katanya terdengar begitu menyakitkan di telingaku. "Pulanglah, Pus, aku sudah bukan suamimu."

Tidak hanya berselingkuh, tunangan dan saudara tiri Alice menjual dirinya pada Alaric Can Davindra yang terkenal sebagai pria tak punya hati! Lantas, mampukah Alice terbebas dari Alaric dan balas dendam pada keluarga dan mantan kekasihnya?

Punya hoby rebahan dan banyak yang nyir-nyir? Santai saja, Bestie. Tak selamanya rebahan cuma menghasilkan iler, rebahan sambil menghalu, bisa jadi cuan loh. Itulah profesi yang disembunyikan Fiona dari suami dan mertuanya. Simak kisahnya!

The music made the speakers tremble, the floor vibrated with the rumble of the sound and the jumps of the crazy people. Each one in their own world, dancing together, dancing separately. Enjoying music, company and alcohol. I danced alone, with a drink in hand. Gliding, moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, not paying much attention to anything or anyone around me. Just enjoying that moment of inner peace that I was needing and he was giving it to me. It was a respite, a window that I opened myself in my own cage to let in air and I knew that as soon as I left the club the window would close and I would lock myself back in my world without fresh air. Therefore, he enjoyed everything he could. Alone. With eyes closed. Sweating the bad energy that others left me and breathing the good vibes that I had to give myself. They were approaching me. I drove them away. They invited me. I rejected them. they spoke to me I silenced them. I just wanted to dance and they were going to have to respect that. It was amazing how loud music could be my oxygen tank. It silenced my thoughts, freed me from tensions. There was nothing more relaxing in my life than dancing with my eyes closed and the volume turned up to a thousand. I twirled, I jumped, I wiggled, I hummed, and I sang. The brightly colored lights flickered making it difficult to see, but it was what I liked the most, going blind for an instant, forgetting that I had the ability to see the world, a false, disastrous and difficult world.

After my husband, Trevor Penn, abuses me for the 98th time just to stand up for Callista Whitcombe, I've completely given up on him. That's when I accept his best friend, Maddox Harlow's confession. After spending the night with Maddox, he agrees to help me fake my death. That way, I'll be able to use a brand new identity to marry him overseas. I've taken the fake-death drug Maddox has given to me, only to wake up in a coffin earlier than expected. I can't move a single muscle in my body. But that's when I overhear Maddox's conversation with another person outside the coffin. "Mr. Harlow, you convinced Trevor to abuse Judith before pretending to save her from her abusive life. Now that you've obtained her full-fledged trust, why did you still arrange for her to be buried after faking her death?" "Only by doing this will the Whitcombes trust that Judith is truly dead. That way, Callie's position as the heiress will be unshakable. No one will ever bring up the fact that she's an illegitimate child ever again." The other person sounds hesitant. "Won't it be too long if we only dig the coffin out one week from now, after you've held the wedding with Callista?" "The fake-death drug's effects can last for five days. I've already had someone put enough water, food, and oxygen tanks in the coffin. There's no way Judith will die."

When I was reborn, Horace was pressing me down on the bed. His phone rang with a piercing ringtone, interrupting him from undressing me. After seeing the caller ID, the desire in his eyes instantly disappeared. Throwing a random bath towel on my body, he said, "Leave. My new girlfriend doesn't like it when I smell like someone else." Without another word, I got dressed and left without any complaint. In my past life, I wasn't willing to leave, and clung onto him, throwing away all my dignity, and I even became crippled after saving him during a car accident. As I wished, I became his wife, only because he said, "Let's have a baby. Then, even if I was no longer around, our child would be able to take care of you." I endured several life-threatening medical crises during my pregnancy, but then I overheard him talking to Vivian, "Vivi, you'll be saved once the kid is born." "But that's you and Rose's child, isn't it? Wouldn't she get mad if she knew?" Horace's voice was ice-cold. "I only let her live because she could still give birth. Did she think that I'd fall for a cripple?" In my anger, I pulled out my oxygen tube, and both I and my baby died. Now that I was reborn, I would never walk the same path once more.

I made a deal with Sonia Quindt—the billionaire CEO. After I'd proposed to her ninety-nine freaking times, she swore she'd finally show up for the hundredth. Spoiler: she didn't. She was out there at some concert with her boy toy. And, of course, someone caught them on livestream. Big kiss. Big viral moment. Meanwhile, my face was plastered all over the internet too—lonely guy number one, waiting for a bride who never existed. Everyone online started making bets. Who was the mystery woman? How long until I came crawling back for the hundred-and-first proposal? Sonia, apparently struck by some last-minute guilt, promised she'd make it right next time. Said she'd actually show up. And she did. Wedding dress. Perfect makeup. Cameras ready. She got a text from me: [Sonia, there won't be a hundred-and-first proposal. We're done.]

Saat aku kembali ke keluarga konglomerat sebagai putri kandung yang sebenarnya, itulah pertama kalinya aku bertemu dengan Julian Jetarsa. Karena sekali saja ia membelaku, aku jatuh cinta padanya selama lima tahun dan mengejarnya selama lima tahun. Akhirnya, ia menjadi tunanganku. Namun, ia justru merendahkanku, menganggapku tidak punya tata krama sejak kecil, tidak punya anggun dan wibawa seorang gadis dari keluarga terpandang. Ketika kakek yang membesarkanku sakit parah dan sekarat di saat aku paling membutuhkan bantuannya, ia malah berkata ingin memberiku sebuah pelajaran agar aku “belajar menjadi lebih baik”. Kakek pun meninggal dalam ketidakberdayaan. Dan seperti yang dia harapkan, aku memang belajar menjadi “anak baik”. Tentu saja, aku juga tak mencintainya lagi.

Salsabila Cinta bekerja sebagai sekretaris Adnan Wiyoko yang tak lain adalah anak laki-laki dari teman bundanya. Cinta sendiri merupakan anak yang cukup nyentrik dan kenyentrikannya itu tak ia tinggalkan walau dirinya sedang dalam mode mendekati atasannya. “Mas, kawin yuk?! KUA deket rumahnya cinta lagi sepi tauk. Gimana kalau kita ramein aja biar mereka ada kerjaan?” “Cin, Mas kan udah punya pacar.” “Lah, apa urusannya, Mas? Nggak apa-apa kali Mas, punya pacar. Asal nikahnya tetep sama Cinta.” “...” Jadi, berhasilkah cinta melancarkan serangannya dalam menggaet hati Adnan? atau kah ia tetap kalah telak dari pesona kekasih Adnan yang berprofesi sebagai artis Ibu Kota? Pantau jawabannya hanya di, “Mas, Kawin Yuk?!”

Kinan pikir, bahwa kehidupannya sudah cukup beruntung. Punya pernikahan idaman bersama Raga Satria yang selalu berada di sampingnya. Hingga suatu ketika, Astari, sang mantan kekasih suaminya itu muncul kembali pasca perceraiannya. Membuat Nenek Lasmi –neneknya Raga– melihat ini sebagai jawaban dari segala keresahannya, dan meminta Raga, cucu kesayangannya yang sudah tidak memiliki orang tua itu untuk menikahi Tari, hanya agar pria itu bisa punya penerus garis keturunan. Dan … ketika Raga memilih untuk menjadi cucu yang baik alih-alih suami yang baik, Kinan dihadapkan oleh situasi yang tak kalah rumitnya. Ia tak ingin dimadu, tapi suaminya memintanya bertahan. Apa yang akan Kinan pilih untuk jalan hidupnya?