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Alissa terpaksa diam-diam kabur meninggalkan rumah yang sudah ditinggalinya sejak masih kecil. Hal itu karena orang tuanya bersikeras menjodohkannya dengan Juragan Darso demi membayar hutang mereka yang sangat besar. Dengan sisa tabungannya yang sangat sedikit, dia memutuskan untuk ke ibu kota dengan naik kereta. Untung saja, dia sudah mempunyai tujuan, yaitu ke alamat lowongan kerja sebagai pengasuh anak yang tadi malam dilihatnya di media sosial. Beberapa interview dijawabnya dengan baik. Dia diterima untuk bekerja dan dibawa menuju rumah majikan sebenarnya. Namun, Alissa sungguh benar-benar terkejut dengan keadaan rumah tersebut. Rumah besar dengan banyak penjaga berwajah seram dan membawa senjata. Siapakah pemilik rumah ini? Anak siapakah yang akan dia asuh?

Content with his life as a small town postmaster, Alex Bentley never intended to become a hero, much less a media sensation, but fate had different plans. When unpublished author Rachel Clark walked into his lobby to pick up yet another rejection letter, the disappointment in her vibrant green eyes compelled him to do whatever he could to help her realize her dream. Even secretly edit her manuscript. Little did he know his one impetuous act would lead him through a complex maze of jealousy, blackmail and revenge. From deep within the splendor of the Catskill Mountains, to the majestic skyline of Manhattan, First Class Male delivers an intricate tale of a small town postmaster who triumphs over a ruthless District Attorney, a mysterious adversary, an unsympathetic public and finally his own heart.

Menikah dengan seorang Ustadz muda yang digemari semua kalangan membuat hidup Oncom berubah total. Perbedaan sikap dan sifat menjadi hal yang paling utama dalam pertimbangan dirinya. Hidupnya yang berantakan dengan prinsip Kumaha Aing harus ia rubah karena hidup dilingkungan pesantren. Kedatangan wanita bernama Firda dalam sosial media hingga ke area pesantren membuatnya merasa insecure dengan membandingkan dirinya dan wanita itu dalam segala aspek. Apalagi wanita itu merupakan teman masa sekolah suaminya dan secara terang-terangan mengharapkan memiliki ikatan dengan Naufal walaupun hanya dalam sebuah unggahan, bahkan Firda menyebarkan fitnah jika dirinya akan dijadikan istri kedua oleh Naufal membuat laki-laki itu marah dalam melakukan tindakan pada tegas pada Firda.

Five years after migrating abroad, my husband, Shawn Johnson, brings his true love and her son home. "Jill and Neil are new here. They'll be staying with us for a few days." He and I get into a huge fight over this. On my birthday, Shawn hands me a divorce agreement. He says, "Hurry up and sign it. Jill needs this country's citizenship, so let's divorce for show first." I frown, wanting to ask for more details. However, he points at me and calls me heartless. Shortly after, I see Jill's social media update. "Shawnie divorced his wife for me and Neil! We finally have a roof over our heads." I like the post and sign the divorce agreement. Then, I submit an application to my company to be transferred home.

A shocking event took away Leona's happiness for the first time. Her loving relationship with her boyfriend was ruined when she accidentally became pregnant with another man's child. The news of her pregnancy spread to the media because the man who impregnated her was a famous businessman. "Since you're already pregnant, let's get married, even though I don't like you and you don't like me. We can benefit each other, because I must marry you to restore my good name. Archie, coldly offered a contract marriage even though he already had a girlfriend. "Just a contract marriage until the child is born." How did Leona accidentally become pregnant with a strange man? And will they fall in love? Let's read the story from chapter 1

The cold breeze in my face, clinging tightly to my bare arms. My arms wrapped around my torso in an attempt to keep me warm. Tears streaming down my face as memories of Harry's cruel betrayal flood my mind. Of all days, he chose my birthday to hurt me. My red pumps creating a gentle click sound with every contact it made with the tarred road. Creating the only sound the night breeze brings to my ears. Asides my sobs and the distant barks of the neighborhood dogs. My third sense is sudden activated as I sense I'm being followed. I smell danger. Walking alone on such desolate streets doesn't seem like the best idea I could have come up with. I wasn't thinking straight when I made that choice. I should have called my driver to come get me!. This creepy feeling becomes more intense and I decide to do the one thing I know I'm good at; run!. I throw my purse and phone away as I begin to run in frenzy I feel something hot on my trail, when I look back, all I see is dark fog. The more reason to run faster. The road fairly lit by moonlight, my heart in my mouth and prayers of help and mercy escaping my lips. Finally, I hear music playing from loud speakers. I'm close to civilization!. I keep running frantically.... Tales of missing children are considered a fallacy till teenage Sonia goes missing... Follow Sonia on her desperate quest to break free... And bring the truth to light

My husband, Jonathan Rivers, was a notorious playboy in Polesburg's elite circles. Beautiful women surrounded him constantly, yet he claimed to have fallen for me at first sight, saying it was a love that would last forever. He dismissed all the other women around him for my sake. Everyone said I was his destined soulmate. Seven years into our marriage, I had seven abortions for him, simply because he said he did not like children. Then on Father's Day, I saw him on his secretary's social media feed. The same man who claimed to be away on business was there with a child beside him, calling him "Daddy" loudly. It turned out that when he said he did not like children, he meant that he did not like children with me. I dialed his number through tears. "Do you want another wife?"

In the third year of our marriage, my wife’s ex-boyfriend of eight years suddenly posted a picture on social media showing off a multi-million-dollar wedding house. His caption read: “Wow, got myself a huge villa, I’m the master of charming women!” I stared in shock at the picture, which showed my wife swiping her card at a sales office, and left a single comment: "?" A second later, my wife called to scold me. “I was just fulfilling a promise I made to him back when we were dating, buying him a house. Why are you getting mad at him?” “What? Are you really going to be so vicious as to force me to break my word?” That evening, her ex showed off another lavish post, this time flaunting a renovation bill worth hundreds of thousands. I knew it was a gift from my wife to please him. But by then, I no longer cared.

I was head over heels for Jace Johnston for ten long years, but to him, I was just plain crackers: "Lacking flavor, but folks still nibble on them." Meanwhile, he was getting cozy with another girl behind my back. After a decade of playing childhood sweethearts, I realized it led nowhere. I was done being his side dish. So, I decided to marry someone else. Then, Jace knocked on my door in the middle of the night. "Rea..." "Mr. Johnston, can I help you?" I asked. Just then, a deep voice boomed from my bedroom, "Honey, where did you put my underwear?" Jace stumbled and practically coughed blood right there. Next thing I knew, he was venting on social media, posting: [Some people leave a hole that never fills. Love isn't promised forever, so hold her close and cherish every heartbeat while you can.]

I was the illegitimate daughter of Alpha Kris of Dark Moon. He raped a human slave 18 years ago and that was my mom. I became a disgrace and a shame to my family. They punished me and locked me up in the basement all day except to let me out to complete my daily routine as a slave. Yes. I looked like any common slave of the pack house. No one would expect me as the Alphas's daughter. As a hybrid, I hadn't been able to shift, but I could hear their thoughts. It's not a good thing though, for me, it's a nightmare. Most of what I've heard were my half-sisters' curses and insults. "CLAUDIA! Hurry up and get in here!" I knew Elly was going to scream my name long before her shrill voice echoed out of her room and into the hallway where I waited. This was the daily ritual, every afternoon. She would call for me, and while she sat at her vanity table, I brushed her long hair like a servant to her satisfaction. No one would guess she was my half-sister, nor Maria in the other bedroom...