Pedang Diamond

I had been married to Matthew Zackman for 20 years, taken care of my bedridden mother-in-law for ten years, and supported him as he transformed from a rural teacher to a well-known professor. Everyone called me a model of a virtuous wife and a great contributor to the Zackman family. When my mother-in-law was on her deathbed, she held my hand and said that she still wanted me to be her daughter-in-law in her next life. Matthew had held me in his arms and said gratefully, "Jamie, you've worked so hard all these years. I'll make it up to you in the future." I thought the hard times were finally over, but my mother-in-law had just passed away when he handed me a divorce agreement and embraced my best friend, who had grown up with me. He said, "Jamie Lingsworth, I've endured this marriage for 20 years and am finally free. Rosie is the one I've loved all along." I left the marriage empty-handed and was forced to wander the streets until a car accident ended my life. When I reopened my eyes, I had returned to the day of my blind date 20 years ago. The matchmaker was enthusiastically praising Matthew, "This young man is a diamond in the rough! He's kind and filial. Whoever marries him is one lucky woman!" I looked at the polite and sincere-looking man across from me and smiled. Then, I threw the matchmaking document in my hand into the trash can. "Sorry, I don't think we're a good match."

While we were scuba diving, my boyfriend, Raphael Carlisle, ripped off my oxygen mask and put it on his childhood friend, Lucia Fairchild, whose mask had started leaking. I was left thrashing helplessly in the freezing water. Just as I thought it was over, Raphael's younger brother, Gabriel Carlisle, swam over, breathed life into me, and brought me back to the surface. After he saved me, he presented me with the purple diamond ring he designed himself and proposed, "For as long as I live, I'll never let you face danger again." I believed that he was my one true love, so I married him, leaving my job behind to focus on starting a family. On the day Lucia was given a critical condition notice, I ended up in a car accident. As I lay half-conscious on the hospital bed, I overheard Gabriel talking with Raphael. "Get a doctor to induce labor right away! Lucia's illness can only be treated with a stem cell transplant from umbilical cord blood. The only reason I got Phoebe pregnant was for this very day." "But she's carrying our bloodline! How could you have someone hit her with a car?" Raphael yelled. Gabriel replied, "Lucy matters more to me! As for Phoebe, I can spoil her rotten once she wakes up." At that moment, I realized the love I held on to was nothing but a lie. If that was the case, I'd just leave.

Bullied and humiliated by her first love, Isla was forced to leave school, she almost believed everything was going downward trajectory until she received one phone call that would change her life forever. Eight years later.. Isla's life is painted in gold and silver, she has transformed from a nobody to everyone's dream girl, the face of a billion dollar company and happily living with her life with all the love she needs but in her world, happiness was always cut short. "Isla Pereira?" The woman he shattered and haven't seen in eight years, now looking stunning and confident, cloaked in diamonds. "it's not longer Pereira, it's Khan" she smirks, flashing her sapphire halo diamond ring before his face. "You're married?" He looks disappointed. She smirks, "You rather I waited for you?" Damien Da Silva. He's not just back in the picture, he wants what he believes he had first and he's going to stop at nothing till she's back in his arms again. In a world built on power, scandals and polished lies, Isla vowed to protect her marriage at all costs… until she began to realize the man she thought healed her might have been her greatest deception. And the boy who once broke her? His love was never as simple as she believed. Caught between loyalty and longing, truth and betrayal, Isla must decide; Was her first love her ruin… or her only real escape?

As Jimmy investigates an abandoned car, he finds a journal that sheds light on a mystery from twenty years before. As he explores his memories he discovers the truth behind the city and the supernaturals who run it. ~~~ Inside of each of us is the darkness wanting out. But what if that darkness is the ending and the beginning of us all? The full moon hung like a ghost in the night sky as Yada overlooked the lights of the city below from her tenth-floor apartment. She studied the diamond twilight for over an hour before turning away--No longer able to stomach the sight. It had been nearly a month since she had been home, having stayed in the coven’s inner chambers since the city fell under siege to a rival house a little over three weeks ago. Over the years, the city had seen many battles for control of the streets. To date, the two bloodiest battles took place within the last fifteen years. The Badens orchestrated both attacks. Led by Darius, the Badens seemed hell-bent on ruling the city with little regard for the Michelsons. The Michelsons governed the streets for nearly two hundred years and were a formidable force. Led by Gabriel, the Michelsons protected the city, and it survived unscathed. The streets were free from the blood deals, which went unnoticed by the public eye, normally. However, this last battle proved more difficult to keep quiet. It had been an all-out war for control, drawing innocent people into the blood feud as the Badens raided the streets for warriors to fortify their numbers. The Michelsons retaliated through unusual ventures to keep the war silent.

Roxanne's fiancé was suddenly snatched by her stepsister. In return, she got into a forced marriage with her stepsister's fiancé, a wealthy billionaire whom her sister had rejected because he was disabled.Bound by familial obligations and in order to reclaim her late mother's shopping center, Roxanne agreed to replace her sister and marry the "Crippled" billionaire, Henry Ford. Little did she know that she had thrown a rock and picked a diamond instead. Henry Ford, the crippled billionaire, was more than meets the eye! For Roxanne, the grass was indeed greener on Henry Ford's side. …"Make me yours, Henry," Roxanne said, her eyes pleading. Henry's electric blue eyes whirled with affection as he gazed into her eyes. His love was all that mattered to her. "Roxy, are you certain? Once I make you mine, there's no turning back." Henry's eyes darkened as he got closer to her. “Is this what you really want?”"You don't want me?" Roxanne asked instead, looking sad. Henry grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. He glanced down at her and whispered, "I've wanted you from the very first day I laid my eyes on you." Roxanne's heart skipped a beat as she felt the intensity of his grip. She could sense the raw desire in his touch, and it sent delicious shivers down her spine. “Then prove it,” she whispered breathlessly.

Surga yang Berdarah: Reinkarnasi Sang Kaisar Terbuang Di puncak Alam Sembilan Surga, Kaisar Langit Xue Feng pernah menjadi lambang keadilan—hingga pedang saudara-saudaranya sendiri menikam punggungnya. Dalam satu malam penuh darah dan api, surga yang harusnya suci runtuh; kepercayaan, persaudaraan, bahkan namanya sendiri dihapus dari sejarah. Sebelum napas terakhirnya padam, ia bersumpah: “Surga yang meneteskan darahku akan kembali menjerit dalam api dendam.” Namun kematian hanyalah gerbang baru. Arwah Xue Feng terperangkap di Alam Tiga Sunyi—dimensi terlarang tempat jiwa-jiwa pemberontak dibekukan selamanya—hingga kepingan Inti Jiwa yang tersebar memberinya kesempatan kedua. Ia bereinkarnasi sebagai Long Yichen, siluman naga hitam terbuang di dunia paling rendah, tanpa ingatan, tanpa kekuatan, hanya membawa luka emosional yang tak bisa dipadamkan. Dengan setiap fragmen Inti Jiwa yang ia kumpulkan kembali, Long Yichen mengingat pengkhianatan yang lebih keji: tujuh saudara kandungnya kini memegang tahta tujuh surga, sedangkan ibu kandungnya—yang tak pernah ia kenal—menjadi otak di balik rencana pemusnahannya. Menyelinap dari surga ke surga, ia harus memilih: apakah dia akan membalaskan dendam seribu kali lipat, ataukah menembus rahasia keberadaannya sendiri dan menyelamatkan surga yang kini dipenuhi darah? Perjalanan balas dendam ini bukan hanya tentang kekuasaan, melainkan tentang siapa yang berhak menentukan takdir langit. Karena mati adalah anugerah, tetapi tetap hidup dalam kenangan kebencian adalah kutuk yang harus dipecahkan… sebelum seluruh Alam Sembilan Surga benar-benar tenggelam dalam surga yang berdarah.

​Ji Yun (孤云 - Awan Sendirian) lahir dengan noda yang disebut 'Tanda Sanghyang'—sebuah kutukan yang membuat Akar Spiritualnya lumpuh dan memberinya batas hidup kultivasi yang singkat. Ia adalah yang terbuang dari Sekte Pedang Gerbang Utara, yang hanya menganggapnya sebagai pelayan, bukan murid. Di dunia Xianxia yang didominasi oleh kekuasaan dan tingkat kultivasi, kelemahan ini adalah hukuman mati. Dalam upaya putus asa untuk memperpanjang hidupnya (Ticking Clock), Ji Yun menemukan warisan tak terduga: sisa-sisa kesadaran seorang alkemis kuno yang pernah dikutuk oleh Kaisar Surgawi karena menentang Dao Agung. Alkemis ini mewariskan kepadanya pengetahuan terlarang: seni kultivasi Primal Qi yang melampaui energi Qi normal dan filosofi Taois kuno tentang penyempurnaan tiga harta: Jing (Esensi), Qi (Energi), dan Shen (Roh). ​Perjalanan Ji Yun dimulai bukan hanya untuk mencari kekuatan, tetapi untuk mencari kebenaran di balik kutukannya. Ia menemukan bahwa leluhurnya dituduh mencuri fragmen dari Sembilan Kuali Surga (Tripods of the Firmament)—artefak kuno yang mampu mengontrol energi kosmik Tiga Alam. ​Dipaksa untuk meninggalkan sektenya dan melarikan diri dari pengejaran Sekte Naga Giok (yang secara diam-diam bekerja untuk Surga), Ji Yun harus menaiki Tangga Kultivasi dengan kecepatan yang menakutkan, mengatasi Turnamen Regional dan menjelajahi Gua Warisan kuno. Ia berkonflik dengan Kaisar Surgawi dan birokrasi langit, yang memandang semua kultivator sebagai subjek yang harus tunduk pada Wu Wei (Non-Tindakan) mereka sendiri. Ji Yun harus memilih: menerima takdirnya dan mati damai sesuai Mandat Langit, atau menentang seluruh tatanan kosmik untuk menulis ulang Dao (Jalur) miliknya sendiri.

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.

My husband worked overtime in the studio and suffered from an explosion. His body was blown to pieces. When my bestie frantically told me the news, I just nodded calmly. She called and texted me nonstop. She urged me to go to the site to recognize my husband's body. I blacklisted her and bought a ticket to go abroad. In my previous life, when I heard the news, I stopped at nothing and rushed to my husband's studio. However, I only saw my husband's cold ashes. My bestie said that my husband had poured out his troubles to her once. My husband said that I had run up a mountainous debt for gambling. He wanted a divorce, but I threatened him that he would have a sky-high debt if he divorced me. Even my mother cried and accused me of often going to the casino and taking men home at midnight. But none of this was true. I treated my husband very well; just a few days ago, I gave him a million-dollar watch as a gift. And I had never done anything related to gambling. Facing their accusation, I chose to call the police to prove my innocence. However, the police discovered my diamond necklace at the explosion site, where forensic experts also found my fingerprints. I failed to prove my innocence and became the heinous murderer who killed my husband. My mother took me to court for justice and took over my business empire. In jail, I was retaliated and died. When I opened my eyes again, I regained my life on the day when my husband suffered from the explosion.

After my sister's death, I signed a five-year contract marriage with her mafia husband, Horton Falcone. I became the stepmother to my five-year-old nephew, Luca. On my birthday, I wore my late sister's diamond cross necklace, not realizing what it was. At the family dinner, Luca walked up to me with a glass of red wine and threw the wine in my face. The red wine dripped down my cheeks, its sharp scent stinging my eyes and staining my white dress. He tilted his head back to look up at me, his eyes as cold and cruel as his father's. "Don't think you can replace my mom just because you married into the Falcone family," he said with a malicious grin. "You're the reason she's dead." "I wish you were the one who died. Then I could smash your gravestone instead of celebrating this stupid birthday." "I swear, when I grow up, the first thing I'll do is dump you in the Hudson River myself!" The memory stung as sharply as the wine, and all I could taste was despair. I stared at the child I had spent five years raising as my own, a sharp pain pulsing in my chest. I had thought I could devote myself to the Falcone family, that I could win him over with my love. But now, I was just so tired of it all. It was a family with no love, a child who saw me as his mortal enemy. I stopped deluding myself. It was time to let go. But after I left, that arrogant father and son came crawling back to me like whipped dogs, begging for my forgiveness.