Pranic Healing Indonesia

Seorang gadis bernama Nayla kehilangan seluruh keluarganya dalam satu malam karena dibantai oleh sekelompok pria utusan rentenir kejam bernama Surya Mahendra. Nayla kecil selamat karena disembunyikan oleh ibunya di atas lemari. Trauma dan dendam yang mengakar dalam membuat Nayla bersumpah untuk kembali dan membalas semuanya. Bertahun-tahun kemudian, Nayla kembali dengan wajah baru dan rencana sempurna. Ia mendekati Arya, putra Surya Mahendra, tanpa peduli bahwa Arya sudah memiliki istri. Nayla menjadi orang ketiga, menggoda Arya, menghancurkan rumah tangganya, dan perlahan masuk ke dalam lingkungan keluarga Mahendra. Di balik senyumnya yang lembut, Nayla menyusun balas dendam berdarah satu per satu.

After being reborn, I'm taken back to the day I confessed my love for my childhood friend. In my past life, I had to plead and beg before he begrudgingly agreed to marry me. "You look pathetic when you beg me for anything, Annabelle." That was what Hayden Gulman always said to me. He was so cold to me that he even canceled the part where we read our vows to each other during the wedding. When I was eight months pregnant, he took a photo of my belly covered in stretch marks. Then, he complained to his true love about the unhappiness he faced after marrying me. When I went into a difficult labor due to my agitation, he and his true love were on vacation. At that moment, my heart finally died. It turned out my one-woman show couldn't be considered love at all. Now that I've been reborn, I smile when I see the disdainful look in his eyes. I say, "We have nothing to do with each other from this moment on. I only wish to be happy."

At the full moon party before our marking ceremony, my mate Lucas got wasted. I went to pick him up, just like we agreed. Only to walk in on him burying his face in his first love’s neck, marking her with his scent. "Don't ever leave me again, Willow. My wolf only wants you." His first love shot me a triumphant smirk and shoved him into my arms. "Your mate is here. You should go." But Lucas, hiding behind his drunkenness, just looked at me with disgust. "You're the only one for me, Willow! She's just some lowly half-blood Omega. She's just my ride home, don't worry about her." I swallowed my humiliation and took him home, only to find out he wasn't drunk at all. He claimed he only said those things to appease Willow, for the sake of her pack's power. I just turned away. So on the day we were supposed to be bound for life, I ran. If Lucas was still hung up on his first love, then I would grant him his wish and disappear. But I never expected that after I left, he would lose his mind, crying and begging for me to come back.

Herbert Fischer lets his precious childhood sweetheart dump scalding stew all over me as everyone watches. Worse, he tells me to apologize, all because I said one harsh sentence to her. Tears stream down my face as I ask him, "Is my life worth less than a hair on her head?" He snorts. "Stop overthinking. It's just hot stew—you won't die from a few burns."

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"

Ketika Susan terluka parah akibat ledakan kompor gas, hanya putranya yang berusia lima tahun yang berada di sisinya. Rohnya berdiri di samping Julian, melihatnya menangis sambil menelepon dan memohon agar Ginos bisa pulang untuk menyelamatkan ibunya. Namun, Ginos hanya memarahi dan menyuruhnya untuk jangan belajar berbohong seperti ibunya, lalu menutup telepon. Julian menyeka air matanya dan akhirnya memanggil ambulans, tetapi ambulans malah direnggut oleh Ginos. "Ayah, Ibu berdarah banyak dan sekarat. Bisakah Ayah tidak merebut ambulans?" "Dasar penipu, jangan ribut! Minggir, Wenny akan melahirkan, dia lebih butuh ambulans daripada Susan!" Ginos mendorong Julian yang menangis sedih, lalu pergi membawa Wenny ke dalam ambulans tanpa menoleh. "Ayah... Ayah! Tolong Ibu!" Julian menangis dan mengejar ambulans, tanpa memperhatikan truk yang melaju kencang. Susan meneriakkan nama putranya sekuat tenaga dan mencoba mendorongnya. Namun, dia tak bisa berbuat apa-apa selain menyaksikan Julian terjepit di bawah roda truk. Lautan darah. Susan hampir gila! Beberapa tahun ini, Ginos berulang kali meninggalkan mereka demi Wenny dan putrinya. Susan bertengkar dengannya, tetapi Ginos bilang dia hanya membalas budi ayah Wenny karena telah menyelamatkannya. Dia mengira Ginos memang nggak bisa bedain mana yang pantas dan nggak. Siapa sangka, Ginos bahkan tidak peduli dengan nyawa mereka! Dialah yang membunuh Julian... Susan mengembuskan napas terakhirnya dengan rasa sakit yang menyayat hati. Kalau ada kehidupan selanjutnya, Susan tidak ingin berhubungan dengan Ginos!

"Dad, Mom, I've decided—I'll go through with the marriage arrangement with the Kingston family. I'll be back by the end of the month." Daphne Wharton made the decision in the middle of a camping trip with Luke Hardy. She curled into herself, pulling her scarf higher against the chill. For a moment, there was only silence on the other end of the line. Then, her mother's voice came through, thick with tears. "Daphne, we know this isn't fair to you. Our company is struggling, and the Kingston family is willing to help—but only if you marry their son. We've failed you as parents…" Her father let out a heavy sigh beside her mother. Daphne listened, her gaze unfocused. A faint, bitter smile tugged at her lips. "It's okay, Mom, Dad. This is what I should do. I'll be back in fifteen days—when their son returns to the country."

To forge an alliance, I had to choose a mate from the sons of the Blackwood Alpha. Everyone thought I'd choose Larry, the powerful Alpha-to-be. But on the day of the ceremony, I chose Derek—the outcast in the wheelchair, the one they called the Broken Wolf. I did it because in my past life, I chose Larry, and he betrayed me. He mated with another she-wolf right in front of me, forcing the entire pack to watch. He even marked Chloe, my so-called best friend. When I discovered their betrayal, he murdered me—and our unborn pup—with a silver dagger. I died in despair, my heart shattered. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had to choose my mate. This time, they could have each other. I would rewrite my fate. But I never expected he'd been reborn, too.

The year the Lawson family was on the edge of bankruptcy, my father made a deal with Rory Lawson and arranged for me to marry him. I didn't know he already had a fiancée, who was also his childhood sweetheart. Later, when my father became embroiled in a scandal and the company faced collapse, Rory brought her home, promising her the grand wedding she deserved. I didn't cry or make a scene. I just quietly packed my bags. Rory sneered, "Don't pull that hard-to-get act. You think you're still the pampered heiress?" Unknown to him, I had the divorce agreement he signed while drunk. In seven days, I'd be leaving the country with my father.

A young, beautiful she-wolf moves into the house opposite mine. She always strikes up conversations with me, her tone filled with enthusiasm. "You and Mr. Howl have such a great relationship. Even after seven years of marriage, he still kisses you goodbye when he leaves. It’s so sweet." She blinks playfully before continuing, "I have a friend who constantly complains about his mate. He says every time he kisses her, it feels like he's kissing a fat pig. Her scent disgusts him, and he can't even get hard when she's around. "And at night… just the sight of her belly rolls and sagging skin makes him want to throw up." I don’t particularly like this she-wolf, but I still offer her a polite smile. That night, however, when my mate kisses me, he suddenly freezes—then pushes me away and runs to the bathroom to vomit.