Perang Asia Timur Raya Adalah

In the luxurious world of the wealthy, one unforgettable evening leads to a lifetime of secrets, lies, and unforeseen consequences. When a meek yet determined woman from a deprived background meets a controlling and ruthless playboy, their lives become intertwined in a complex of desire, dishonesty, and sorrow. Will they be able to reunite in the midst of the storms of disloyalty and concealed facts, or will the burden of their past errors separate them for eternity?

After I got pregnant, my husband started driving for Uber after work to help with household expenses. He wouldn't return home until the early hours of the morning. Then, on Valentine's Day, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my belly. I called an ambulance to take me to the hospital. When I arrived, I saw my husband entangled with another woman. Both of them were being wheeled into the emergency room. "Tsk, these two really have no shame, going at it right out in public," someone muttered. "They probably wrecked the car in the process, don't you think?" another chimed in. "What's even worse," a voice added with a hint of horror, "is that guy has a wife!" The bystanders gasped in unison. "His wife must be devastated." Whether his wife is devastated or not, I don't know. But one thing is certain—he'll be going straight to hell for this!

My heart skipped a beat when I turned around to see a handsome stranger standing across the busy room. Tall and confident, he oozed a mysterious aura that drew my attention right away. I felt a bolt of electricity run through my veins as our eyes briefly connected. It seemed as if an unseen link connected us, drawing me towards him in an unexplainable way. My heart was pounding, and a warm flush spread across my cheeks. This mystery guy affected me.

I pleaded with my husband Cedric Fleetham over and over, and finally, he agreed to take our daughter camping in the mountains for her birthday. When I found her late the next night, she was already gone. She lay at the foot of the mountain, her tiny hand still clutching a drawing of our family. As I knelt beside her, my heart shattered. Meanwhile, Cedric was busy updating his social media. His post read, [You and our daughter are my treasures,] and it was accompanied by a photo, where he stood beside his childhood sweetheart and held hands with another little girl, watching the sunset. And there, in the corner of the picture, was a tiny hand—my daughter’s hand. The cruelest truth of all was that my daughter took that photo.

My boyfriend, Allen, is a fitness coach who is cheerful, handsome, and has eight-pack abs. After getting together with me, he transferred all his female students to other colleagues and would send me daily check-in photos. In anticipation of becoming his fiancee, I happily prepared for our engagement ceremony. However, two weeks before the ceremony, I discovered a bright red lipstick mark on Allen’s workout pants. I quickly pulled up the check-in photo he had sent me that day. Through the reflection on a dumbbell, I saw a woman standing next to Allen—her lips painted in the exact same lipstick color. Most of the previous photos had flaws, but I had trusted Allen too much to notice them. Looking at his message under the photo, I let out a cold laugh. "Baby, I have to work overtime today to train a male student." He actually dared to deceive me. Just then, my phone rang. It was the wedding planning company confirming the engagement ceremony setup. I quickly responded with a confirmation. The ceremony would proceed as planned—except I had a special surprise prepared for Allen, one he would never forget.

After a horrible accident with her sister, Kim, Kailani's life at the Iron Claw pack changed forever. Subjected to isolation, abuse, and the theft of her wolf, Kailani loses all hope of knowing the love of her family. After escaping her former pack, Kailana finds a home within the Blood Rose pack. Three years later, when she thought she could start with new 18, she was forced to face the ghosts of her past and back to the Iron Claw Pack, her peace and security are threatened. Her fated mate is revealed to be one of her tormentors. Three years later, Terry finds that his mate is Kailani but not Kim. How could it be? The one he hates most is should be his lover and mate. Will Terry choose to love his chosen mate Kim or his fated mate Kailani?

After my third dive in search of my missing boyfriend, I suffer a miscarriage. When I wake up in the hospital and find out he's still alive, I rip out the IV and drag myself home. But as I approach the house, I overhear Beck Wilder talking to his friends. "Maren had a child with her ex-husband. Who knows if she's really over him? "I can't go through with the wedding without being sure. I'd rather set a trap to see if she'd risk everything for me." Someone hesitates. "What if she finds out you lied? She might get furious and leave you." Beck chuckles confidently. "She's a breeze to manipulate. I'll make her sign the marriage papers and host a lavish wedding. She'll be as meek as a kitten." Two weeks later, I leave the miscarriage report on the wedding dress and walk away. The once-proud heir of the Wilder family is left in tears, scouring every inch of Larkspur in desperate search of his runaway bride.

A month before I was set to present my life’s work—the Moonlight Therapy—Marcus, my Alpha and fiancé of five years, asked me to give the entire research project to his old flame, Isabella. I refused. He spent the entire month trying to convince me, insisting he was only fulfilling her dying wish. Then, two weeks before the presentation, a link from a friend arrived. That’s when I discovered Isabella was already promoting my research online as her own. He had never intended to ask for my permission at all. In that instant, I chose to sever our five-year bond. What Marcus didn’t know was that the core research he’d stolen was critically flawed. On the very day Isabella presented that faulty data to the world, I walked through the doors of the Boston Werewolf Medical Institute instead. I never looked back.

Yara and Andrian. They met in an orphanage, grew up together, and together they fought every storm that shot their way. When a couple chose to adopt Yara, she turned them down, sacrificing a lifetime opportunity just to stay with Andrian, because he was the one for her. Because they only had each other. Years later, tears welled up in Yara's eyes as Andrian recited his vows to her, promising her a forever filled with warmth and love. " Excuse me, miss. You have got the wrong person. I am Andrian Fox, and this is my fiancée." Two years later after their wedding, Yara, utterly drained and heartbroken, stood next to the intimidating Fox conglomerate, looking at her husband, the same man that once promised her a forever, his gaze warm and affectionate as he looked at his said 'fiancée', a beautiful heiress, with status that equally matched the newly found Fox family's long-lost heir, Adrian Fox. With his new identity uncovered as the heir to the great Fox fortune, a beautiful heiress as his new fiancée and the bright future ahead, what will Andrian do? What about the vows that he once made to Yara? And Yara, shattered by the betrayal, broken beyond repair, will she pick herself up? Will love visit her again? Driven by pain and thirst for revenge, how far can Yara soar?

A car accident left my mother-in-law bleeding and desperate for help, but her plea was heartlessly rejected by her own daughter. Even on her deathbed, my mother-in-law's only wish was to see her one last time. However, she was busy staying by her first love's side, euthanizing his dog. "You better stay as far away from me as possible! My mom's perfectly fine!" she shouted before hanging up on me, only to spend the night tangled with her first love in a hotel room. It was not until after the cremation ceremony that she returned—carrying a birthday cake. What greeted her was not a celebration but her mother's funeral. She cried, sobbing uncontrollably, "Mom! You haven't even celebrated my birthday yet! Don't leave me!" I stared at her and pulled the divorce papers from my bag. How fitting. This time, I was leaving too.