Radium Dial Painters

Dibesarkan di keluarga yang menganut adat kuat membuat Zayna Zee Zara masuk dalam perangkap berondong kinyis yang sukses dan juga manis. Pertemuan tidak terduga membuat Arta Satya Adiwirya seorang penerus perusahaan online shop tersohor di Indonesia, menginginkan Zayna jadi miliknya. Zayna yang menolak membuat Arta memutar otak untuk mendapatkan apa yang diinginkannya. "Pamali menolak lamaran 3 kali, yang ketiga harus di terima, jika tidak nasib sial akan menimpa keluarga anda." Zayna marah dengan tingkah Arta yang nekat itu. Dia bahkan membodohi keluarganya dengn mitos, yang sialnya keluarganya percaya. "Kamu milik saya, dan akan terus begitu sampai kehidupan berikutnya, sayang.." "Pria licik!" Bagaimana kelanjutan kisah mereka? Yukk mari baca.. Salam hangat dari Anggrek Hitam Cover by. Painters

"Mom, help! Dad locked me in the car!" It was 2:00 pm in the blazing heat of a summer afternoon, and my heart stopped when I heard my daughter's panicked voice. I immediately began searching for my daughter, but my husband sounded impatient when he answered my call. "Holly's in a bad mood. I'm taking her to the amusement park. Why are you overreacting? She'll be fine." He sounded annoyed and hung up immediately after he was done speaking. The dial tone buzzed in my ear, but all I could think was that he'd better pray nothing happened to her.

My stepson pushes me down from the second floor, all because I accidentally break a bowl. He stands over me, looking down with a cold, emotionless gaze. "You're just a stand-in my grandfather forced on us. Don't even think about replacing my mother!" I stare up at the boy I've raised for eight years, and his indifference cuts deeper than any wound. Blood slowly trickles down from my forehead. Fighting through the pain, I dial a number. "Whatever debt I owed has been paid. It's time for me to leave." Coincidentally, I already have the divorce agreement that his father has signed.

Xavien Caruso has been designed to drive any beyond seven sensations of pleasure. He is powerful and elegant. He is drawn to danger and will dangle his fingers in everything that is forbidden. This billionaire bad boy might have you on his speed dial, but you will never capture his heart. Mekayla Winters is determined and ready to be successful in a ’s world. There is a mystery behind this that every desires. Immune to Xavien’s advances, she presents something he wishes to conquer. Xavien makes Mekayla an offer she simply cannot refuse. She has thirty days to make him fall in with her, yet he is ruthless and will do whatever he can to ensure that this does not happen, losing is simply not an option. Can this beauty bring this bad boy to his knees?

The company holds a management meeting. My wife's secretary, Lisa Carter, is checking IDs at the conference room entrance. She greets everyone who enters with a warm smile. But when it is my turn, she lets out a scornful laugh. I frown and pull out my Cybersecurity Department Manager's ID, but she doesn't even glance at it. "Mr. Torres, Ms. Shaw took pity on you and made you a manager. Do you really think you're somebody important?" I ignore her and dial the CEO's direct line instead. "Someone's saying my position is just charity from you. Is it true?"

Celine never thought her life would change overnight. Isang simpleng saleslady na kumakayod araw-araw para mabuhay, hanggang sa isang gabing malasing siya at magising na may iniwang marka, at isang misteryosong numero. Akala niya, tulad ng iba, lilipas lang iyon… pero hindi pala. When she finds herself pregnant and cornered by her own family, destiny pushes her to dial that number. Sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon, bumalik sa kanyang buhay si Adrian Castillo, isang lalaking mayaman, makisig, ngunit malamig at misteryoso. Sa harap ng mayor mismo, napilitan silang magpakasal. Will their unexpected marriage bloom into love, or will it remain just a shadow of an arrangement?

My husband, Malcolm Thorpe, has low sperm motility. After 33 rounds of IVF, I finally got pregnant. On delivery day, I start hemorrhaging, and the medical team calls for an emergency C-section. Malcolm signs the consent form, then rushes straight back to his childhood sweetheart's birthday party. But instead of starting the C-section, the surgeon says, "Ms. Jacobson, the electronic medical record lists you as single. This consent form isn't valid." I stop breathing for a beat. The happy marriage I believe in turns out to be a sham. Later, Mom and Dad rush in and sign the consent for me. But by then, the baby is gone. The asphyxia lasted too long. After surgery, I scrawl my name on the cremation consent with shaking hands, then dial a number without thinking. "Samuel, are you free now? Meet me in front of City Hall."

Connor Lockwood abandons me at the hospital's entrance even though I'm bleeding in the middle of my pregnancy. He insists on sending his client, a divorcée, home. The blood flows down my legs, but he hurries off without another look back. He should've been at the hospital and by my side, but instead, I see him in his client's social media update. It's captioned, "Thank goodness for my wonderful lawyer. Do you know who gets to have hangover soup when they're drunk? Me!" I spend the rest of the night wide awake. The following morning, I calmly dial a number. "Dad, I've made up my mind. I'll return home in three days to take over the company."

Everyone thinks that I can only rely on my husband, Erico Vitale, to survive after I've lost my family's protection. So, when he wants to get a divorce, I can only agree to it. If he wants to remarry me, I'll accept his demands docilely. I'm the dog whom the Vitale family can beckon over and easily dismiss on a whim. But when I finally have had enough of this life, I dial the number that I've kept sealed away for a long time. That's when I hear Gian Lucenti tell me, "Nina, I'll marry you in ten days." Well, Erico, what will you do when I, the woman whom you've been treating as a pet this whole time, leave you once and for all?

A week before our wedding, my fiancee announces that she is pregnant using my younger brother's frozen sperm. "I'm grateful that our love can carry on in another way," she gushes on social media, showing off the test results. My brother replies, "Meeting you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me." Then Mom chimes in. "Jenny, you've been through so much. Nathan's apartment should be under your name alone." I don't argue and simply reply with a single word—"Congratulations". My phone rings almost seconds later. "Your brother can't have kids anymore. It's just one child, and it's still related to you. Why are you being so petty?" she snaps. I laugh under my breath, hang up, and dial another number. "Want to get married?"