Possuída Pelo Cunhado Do Meu Ex

Tentang Edrea Lovata, yang masih terjebak cinta untuk Kaviar Putra Liandra, mantan kekasihnya semasa SMA yang masih belum padam. Keduanya dipertemukan kembali sebagai mahasiswa di fakultas yang sama. Satu tahun berlalu dengan begitu berat sejak mereka putus. Tampaknya, Semesta masih enggan untuk berhenti mempermainkan Rea. Kavi memang kembali muncul di hadapannya. Namun, dia tidak sendiri, ada sosok lain yang juga memujanya. Yang senantiasa ada disampingnya. Mampukah Rea mengubur lagi perasaannya setelah kehadiran Kavi? Apa yang akan Kavi jelaskan atas kepergiannya dulu yang tiba-tiba? cover by: chikandriyani

"ระหว่างเรามันก็ชัดเจนมาตลอดนะ ลืมข้อตกลงวันแรกแล้วเหรอ" "..." "แค่พี่ดีด้วยไม่ได้แปลว่าพี่จะรักเธอ" "แต่ว่าหนูรักพี่ธีร์นะคะ หนูไม่เคยรู้สึกแบบนี้กับใครเลย พี่เป็นคนแรกของหนู เป็นคนแรกในทุกเรื่อง เป็นคนที่อยู่กับหนูในเวลาที่หนูเศร้า หนูรักพี่นะพี่ธีร์ นอกจากรวินท์ก็มีพี่ที่ทำให้หนูอยากมีชีวิตอยู่ต่อบนโลกใบนี้ หนูรักพี่จริง ๆ นะ" "อืม แล้วยังไง" เขาเอ่ยด้วยสีหน้าเรียบนิ่ง เขาดูไม่ได้ใส่ใจในสิ่งที่ฉันพูดออกมาอย่างยากลำบาก เขาไม่ใส่ใจมันเลย "พี่ธีร์...รู้สึกกับหนูบ้างหรือเปล่าคะ ที่ผ่านมาเคยรู้สึกดีกับหนูไหมคะ" "เหมือนว่าพี่จะเคยบอกเธอแล้วนะว่ารู้สึกกับพี่เท่าไหร่ก็ได้ รักพี่พี่ก็ไม่ว่า แต่ว่าพี่จะไม่รับผิดชอบความรู้สึกของเธอ ฉะนั้นอย่ามาเรียกร้องในสิ่งที่พี่ให้เธอไม่ได้" "..." "อย่าลืมสิว่าเธอเป็นแค่เด็กเลี้ยงของพี่เท่านั้น เธอก็แค่ของเล่น พี่ชอบหน่อยก็เล่นนาน แต่ว่าตอนนี้พี่เริ่มไม่อยากเล่นแล้วสิ"

Namorei por dez anos, e só então Rafael Loureiro, meu namorado, topou casar comigo. Mas, na sessão de fotos do casamento, o fotógrafo pediu uns beijos. Ele fez cara feia, soltou um papo de "nojo", me empurrou e vazou sozinho. Fiquei lá, morrendo de vergonha, pedindo desculpas à equipe. Era um dia de neve, e era difícil conseguir um táxi. Caminhei com dificuldade pela neve, passo a passo, de volta para casa. Foi então que, ao entrar na nossa casa de noivos, flagrei Rafael abraçando sua ‘amada perfeita’, Gabriela Nunes, e a beijando com tanta paixão que pareciam incapazes de se separar. — Gabi, basta uma palavra sua e eu fujo do casamento agora mesmo! Anos de paixão viraram piada ali mesmo. Depois de chorar horrores, decidi fugir do casamento antes de Rafael. Depois, a galera da elite só falava nisso: o playboy da família Loureiro rodando o mundo atrás da ex-noiva, implorando pra ela voltar.

Eu sou Isa Borgia, filha do Don mais poderoso de Corvina. Meu pai teme que eu me case com o homem errado por impulso, então ele arranja meu noivado com Luca, o herdeiro ascendente da família Marino. É um casamento arranjado, mas isso não significa que eu perdi toda a minha voz. No mínimo, eu posso escolher um anel de que eu realmente goste. Então, eu vou ao leilão da máfia. Quando o anel de diamante aparece como a joia final da noite, eu levanto minha placa. Pouco antes de o martelo bater, uma voz arrogante soa atrás de mim. — Uma caipira como você acha que pode competir comigo? Faça um favor a si mesma e vá embora. O salão de leilões fica silencioso por alguns segundos. O único som vem dos cliques das câmeras ao redor da sala. Eu me viro e vejo uma mulher em um vestido couture dourado. Sua boca se curva em um sorriso casual, como se fosse dona do lugar. Antes que eu possa dizer uma palavra, o leiloeiro se apressa em encerrar o lance. — Vendido! Parabéns à senhora Sofia Lopez por vencer o último lote, a Estrela Eterna! Minhas sobrancelhas se franzem, e uma onda quente de raiva sobe pelo meu peito. — Você encerrou o lance cedo demais! Vocês seguem alguma regra aqui? Sofia se vira e me dá um olhar de cima a baixo, seu olhar afiado como uma lâmina. — Regras? — Ela solta uma risada fria. — Qual é. Eu sou a irmã de consideração favorita do Luca Marino. Aqui, eu faço as regras! Eu não consigo evitar rir. Que coincidência. Então, ela é a irmã de consideração do meu noivo. Eu pego meu celular e ligo para ele. — Luca, a sua irmã de consideração acabou de arrancar o anel de noivado que eu escolhi. Como você pretende resolver isso?

After dating for seven years, I proposed a hundred and one times to my boyfriend, Jason Brown. However, he always told me that he was not ready, rejecting my proposals. This continued to my 28th birthday. In his suit pocket, I found a ring box. Thinking he was about to propose to me, I was overjoyed. However, to my horror, I saw him going down on one knee to propose to his assistant, Marcella Hopkins. Right before my eyes, he placed the ring I had yearned for so long on her finger. When one of his buddies asked what he planned to do with me, Jason wrapped his arm around his new love and chuckled. "Dude, I don't think I can bring myself to marry a woman who wants to get married that badly. She's so needy. However, if I do get a second wife, I might consider her. After all, she is hopelessly in love with me." He was sure I would wait for him, and he even placed a bet with his friends that I would crash his wedding. However, on his wedding day, I never showed up. Moments before his wedding ceremony was about to start, he suddenly noticed me, fully dressed up in a wedding gown in a separate banquet hall. Seeing me about to marry someone else, he almost went crazy.

— Srta. Summers, tem certeza de que deseja interromper esta gravidez? Solana Summers estava perdida em pensamentos, mas o questionamento repetido subitamente a trouxe de volta à realidade. Ela arregalou os olhos, como se não pudesse acreditar no que estava vendo. Quando o médico, Aidan Bates, insiste novamente, ela percebe que renasceu. Em sua vida anterior, foi exatamente neste dia que ela descobriu estar grávida e tomou uma decisão que lhe custou muito caro. Aidan chamou ela mais uma vez: — Srta. Summers? — Sim! — Solana respondeu com firmeza, sua voz tremendo apenas levemente. Desta vez, ela não cometeria o mesmo erro novamente.

Minha melhor amiga, Maya, veio de Miami para passar a semana da minha despedida de solteira. Meus últimos dias de liberdade. Ela insistiu numa noite só de garotas para comemorar, pedindo todos os meus pratos favoritos por entrega. Ela me pediu para segurar o celular dela e esperar. Então o telefone acendeu. Uma mensagem de algum cara. Uma foto sem camisa. Texto: Preciso de você hoje à noite. Outra foto chegou em seguida. Brinquedos sexuais. Equipamentos de bondage, como saídos de um filme. Meu rosto queimava. Meu coração martelava contra as costelas. Eu tinha acabado de tropeçar na vida secreta dela. Mas a imagem seguinte fez meu sangue gelar. Um close no peito do homem. Uma cicatriz irregular que eu conhecia melhor do que o meu próprio reflexo. Pertencia ao meu noivo, Luciano Carbone.

BLURB: How far would you go for love? For Diana, she would jump into a fire to save the man she loved – and she did. But all she got in return was betrayal. The scars the flames imprinted on her body were nothing compared to the wounds he left on her heart, leaving her in a state of anguish and hatred, not just to him, but herself. Then on one night, at a bar, in an attempt to forget her pain, she meets a handsome stranger whom she feels instant attraction for, the sparks could not be ignored. The passion driven kiss they shared haunted her for months. an unforgettable moment she tried to push to the back of her mind– until she goes for a meeting to plan an event for none other than the handsome stranger- who happens to be her ex fiancés boss. Will she allow herself to love again? Or would she hold on to the past? If she could go that far for love…how far would she go for revenge?

My wife, Lindsey Kelsey, suffers from an aversion to intimacy. For ten years of marriage, she pushed me away again and again. Then, on our anniversary, she abandoned me and, in front of the crowd, kissed another man with reckless passion before the two of them walked hand in hand into a luxury hotel. Afterward, Lindsey brazenly declared that a real man should be magnanimous, not petty. Magnanimous? Then I wish them both eternal bliss—may they be bound so tightly they can never break free from one another. Later, I handed Lindsey the divorce papers with a blank expression. I was determined to walk away from her. But Lindsey went mad when she realized she couldn't find me anymore.

Years after graduation, someone suddenly tags me in the class group chat. "Mr. Warren is gravely ill, Mira. Aren't you going to do anything? You really are heartless!" I only realize what's going on when I click on the fundraising link in the chat. Our high school homeroom teacher, Joseph Warren, has late-stage cancer. Thus, Lyra Fairfield, the class belle, is leading a fundraiser and patient-donor matching process. "I'll donate ten thousand dollars. My husband is the director of Waverly General Hospital, and I've already asked him to arrange a VIP ward for Mr. Warren." Right after I send that message, the group pounces on me. "Mira, you contracted an STD back then and tried to pin it on Lyra. She didn't even hold it against you, and now you're trying to steal her thunder? You're unbelievable!" "I can't believe you're still lying through your teeth during such a serious situation. You never change, do you?" Lyra immediately defuses the tension. "Mira, I don't blame you for what happened in the past, but you really shouldn't impersonate the director's wife. I've already arranged the ward and surgery, and I'm donating another 100 thousand dollars to Mr. Warren!" I'm this close to laughing out of sheer anger. She's the one who scratched her name off the diagnosis report and framed me for having an STD all those years ago. I never even confronted her about it, and now she's playing the victim? Lyra soon posts a photo in the group chat, showing off her husband's car. Yet, when I see the man in the passenger seat, I guffaw. Isn't that my husband's driver? When did he start running a hospital?