Quiet Place Death Angels

On the day Rita Vale discovers she’s pregnant, she rushes to share the news with her husband.only to find him holding the woman who once abandoned him at the altar. His first words? “I want a divorce.” Thrown out, humiliated, and nearly killed by the very woman who stole her place, Rita walks away… carrying a secret that could change everything. His child. But Victor Vale never thought he could miss her presence. Not when she disappears. No longer the obedient wife he discarded, but a powerful, untouchable woman with a child who has his eyes… and a heart he no longer has any right to claim. Now, the man who once cast her aside is on his knees, begging for a second chance. But Rita is no longer the woman who loved him. And this time. She’s the one with the power to destroy him. Will she forgive the man who broke her… or make him regret losing her for the rest of his life? What happens when the truth about her child finally comes to light? And when love turns into war… who will be the one left standing?

Pekerjaan Vika sebagai perias jenazah memang bikin banyak yang bergidik ngeri. Tapi ternyata bukan itu saja, kengerian itu juga muncul sewaktu orang-orang memandang wajah dan penampilannya. Bukannya lebay, tapi itu yang dilakukan Bhari, pacar online-nya yang cepat-cepat kabur sewaktu mereka kopi darat untuk pertama kalinya.Vika menyalahkan tampangnya yang buruk rupa menjadi penyebab kegagalannya, baik dalam percintaan, pekerjaan, bahkan penerimaan masyarakat. Mau bagaimana lagi, istilah keadilan sosial bagi seluruh rakyat good looking itu sungguh benar adanya.Di tengah rasa marahnya kepada dunia, sahabatnya Arman malah menyarankan Vika untuk ikut Puteri Nusantara, beauty pageant bergengsi di kota mereka. Gila? Cewek berbadan gendut dan wajah jelek sepertinya ikut ajang yang jelas-jelas memperlombakan kecantikan wanita? Sebagai cewek buruk rupa yang tidak mendapatkan tempat di masyarakat, akankah Vika diterima dengan tulus; tanpa syarat dan ketentuan apapun?

It was when the officiant took his name Serena knew she was getting married to a replaced groom whom she never met before. "You lied to me! I'm someone else's wife, you…", as soon as Denzel heard her saying it blood rushed to his veins. Squeezing her cheeks he looked into her eyes angrily,"Since the moment we got married you belong to me, you are mine so don't ever say that again if you don't want this night to be our first night!" Denzel Anderson, a cold-blooded mafia. He chose to marry her for his plan but when he was going to let go, he caged her in his own cave. She became his possession, his obsession and the reason for his death but he never intended to let her go even if he was to die.

Marriage is one of the greatest blessings in life, and choosing your spouse is one of the most important decisions you will ever make. But not her Samaira, she never wanted to marry like that. She wanted to achieve something first, being from a middle-class family, growing up without a parent's love. She wanted to become a doctor but her all dreams got broken the day, when her uncle asked her to do something in return of his year's love, he had given to her. She could not refuse. Unwillingly she becomes his replaced bride. Someone's replacement. Abhimaan Rajvansh, a man of pride, arrogance, traditional values. He is the pride of his family. The most handsome and one of the eligible bachelor. Every girl dreams to be with him, he's enjoying his life fullest and suddenly he got to know that he's getting married. Will he accept his replaced bride? When her family was the reason for his family's embarrassment. Will he ever understand her? Will they ever find their soulmate in each other? Join their journey of trust, respect, compatibility and love.

On the day of our wedding, my fiancé, Shawn Chandler, insisted that I wear a bridesmaid’s dress while having a million-dollar wedding gown custom-made for his childhood sweetheart. “Jessica said she wants to fulfill her dream of wearing a wedding dress. She’s been looking forward to seeing me get married since she was little.” I threw the bridesmaid’s dress into the trash. His expression darkened as he scolded me, “Why are you so unreasonable? Even if you wear a bridesmaid’s dress, you’ll still be the bride. And if it weren’t for the fact that you’re pregnant, I wouldn’t be marrying you at all!” Placing my hand over my belly, I slammed the door and left. That night, he posted wedding photos with Jessica Jordan on his social media. Five years later, Shawn and I met again at a charity gala. He was invited as a specially invited donor, with Jessica by his side in a custom designer gown. The two behaved intimately. When he saw me crouching in a corner sorting a donated box of old clothes, he frowned and walked over. “Tiana Larrinson, you refused to wear that bridesmaid’s dress back then, and now, you’ve fallen so low that you’re rummaging through other people’s old clothes? “Look at you, sneaking into events like this by picking through scraps. You should’ve just listened to me back then.” I was confused, and it took me a long time to remember who he was. What he did not know was that the items up for auction at this charity gala were my and my daughter's old clothes.

On our wedding night, my wife led my younger brother onto our marital bed. He was wearing nothing but his underwear. She expected him to consummate our marriage in my place. "Sweetheart, I feel awful about your legs and what the doctors said about your infertility," she said softly. "Elliot will just have to help us for one night." My face hardened as I stepped forward. I was ready to throw Elliot Charlton out of the bedroom. However, my parents immediately sided against me. "You're the one who can't fulfill your role as a husband," they said sharply. "Elliot is willing to sacrifice himself so that you can have a child. What's wrong with that?" Even my brother laughed at me. He said I was not a real man and told me to accept things while I still could. According to him, I should be thankful to gain a son without doing anything. They even suggested that I stay and watch, claiming it would prove the two were only trying to conceive a child and nothing else. I clenched my teeth until my jaw ached, then turned and called my wife's greatest rival. "You win," I said quietly. "The Wallace family's investment will be transferred to your account tomorrow." After ending the call, I raised my eyes and looked at Janet Wallace. "You share his bed tonight," I said. "Tomorrow, we get divorced."

The most powerful Godfather in the mafia underworld—Dante Costello—had an expensive diamond signet ring custom-made to fit my finger perfectly and sent straight to our home. He said that whoever could wear the ring would become the lady of his family. The Monroe family had long since fallen from grace. All that remained were four women. On ordinary days, we fought endlessly, tearing each other apart. Every single one of us wanted to marry Dante because marrying him meant preserving a life of dignity and comfort. In the first life, the fake heiress, Blair, secretly had the ring resized smaller and married into the family. Dante took one look at her, then had her thrown into the river to drown. “Not her.” In the second life, my cousin, Chloe, underwent plastic surgery to alter her fingers and force the ring on. Dante gifted her a staged car accident. “Still not her.” In the third life, my stepmother, Catherine, clenched her teeth and forced the ring onto her finger. Her blood hadn’t even dried when she married Dante. He coldly slashed her face, then locked her in the basement, where she slowly wasted away until death. By the fourth life, all three of them were terrified. None of them dared to marry him anymore, so they hurriedly pushed me forward instead. I put on the ring. This time, the size was perfect. Just when I thought my good days had finally begun, Dante stabbed me to death on our wedding night, his eyes burning red with madness. After my rebirth, the consigliere of the Dante family delivered the ring once again. This time, all four of us avoided it like the plague.

Warning: Mature themes. 18+ “Sorry, Aria. Serena is back.” That was the night Alpha Kael shattered our mate bond and chose the woman he believed had once saved his life. He never knew the truth. I was the one who dragged him out of the snow. And I was already carrying his heir. So I let him think I died. Five years later, I returned—not as the abandoned Luna— but as a Lycan Queen. Powerful. Untouchable. Ruthless. Kael fell to his knees the moment he saw me. But I didn’t come back for revenge. Because something ancient beneath our territory has begun to breathe. The mountain is waking. And my son—the heir Kael never knew existed—is at the center of it. He isn’t just an Alpha’s child. He is an anchor. A living regulator the ancient core is trying to claim. Now the pack that cast me out must face a choice: Protect the child they rejected— or watch their world collapse. I spent five years trying to keep my son small enough to survive. Tonight, the world will learn what it costs to underestimate a mother. And this time— I am not breaking. I am rewriting the rules.

After my parents died, the family went bankrupt, leaving my brother and me with a large sum of debt. To pay it off, he became a haunted-house test sleeper, while I acted as a corpse on film sets. For five years, we worked tirelessly, not daring to rest a single day—and still, the debt wasn't cleared. By the end of the year, only 13 thousand dollars remained. Gritting my teeth, I signed up as a clinical trial volunteer. When it was over, I dragged 13 thousand dollars in cash, brimming with joy, to show my brother. But I found him frowning, on the phone. "Dad, Mom, Lily's doing well. Have fun abroad," he said. "She's stopped spending recklessly. The punishment ends next year." What? Our parents weren't dead? Our family wasn't bankrupt? The five years of hardship, every ounce of struggle—I'd endured it all as punishment for my love of spending. My smile froze on my face. My stomach churned violently. A mouthful of fresh blood spilled out.

Eight years into marriage, and Fabian's mom finally gave me and my son her stamp of approval. Invited us to spend Christmas in his hometown. My son—Luca--and I were hyped. We picked out a gift for her and hit the road with Fabian. Right as we pulled into the village, Fabian's old friend called—crying, claiming she'd crashed her car. Fabian panicked. Left me and Luca in some random snowy mountain town and sped off. It was pitch black. Snow dumping down. Then Luca screamed. He'd stepped on a trap and dropped into a pit. Blood everywhere. I called Fabian, totally panicked. He goes, "Stella, Roxana's in a wreck. I need to be with her. Stop making everything a competition." Then he hung up. Blocked me. No time to fall apart. I wiped my face, called an ambulance. Too far out. By the time they got there, Luca was already gone. Cold. Broken. Gone. I held him and screamed until my lungs gave out. Meanwhile, Roxana's posting in the social media. All smiles in Fabian's arms. His face soft. Loving. [Highway jam turned into truth or dare. One word—"accident"—and he came flying. So happy.] I exhaled. Tagged Fabian. [Let's get a divorce.] This joke of a marriage should've ended forever ago.