Rail Gorden

Zafir dan Naura Wajendra adalah bintang utama di dunia bisnis dan deretan keluarga konglomerat. Namun, pernikahan sempurna itu hancur saat Naura tak kunjung hamil, dan Zafir membawa wanita lain ke dalam kediaman mereka. "Aku lebih mampu mempersembahkan seluruh daratan benua untukmu, bahkan membuat para pemimpin dan Raja berlutut padamu. Karena itu, ceraikan suamimu." Kalimat penuh keangkuhan itu diucapkan oleh Arjuna Renjana sambil menatap dalam mata Naura.

"Gorden berwarna gading, campur kuning emas sangat cocok dengan karakter, Kamu-eh maksud saya Ibu." Ah, sial. kenapa juga dia kupanggil Ibu. Seseorang yang pernah memberi luka, pun pernah kudoakan terluka. Apa ini karma? atau bagian skenario sang pencipta cinta. Aku yang pernah begitu jelek berdoa, menadah tangan pada yang kuasa agar rumahtangganya hancur berantakan, senyum hilang dari bibirnya. Mengapa Tuhan tega mengabulkan doa jelek dariku? Kini, perempuan yang begitu sangat kusanjung lima belas tahun lalu, melalui semua permintaanku pada Tuhan. Hidup bergelimang harta tapi tak mendapat kebahagiaan. Senyum telah lekang, wajah lesu menjadi santapan pandanganku setiap derit waktu menuju senja di pelataran rumahnya. Fahira! Namanya Fahira. ya, Fahira. Gadis rupawan tapi menanggung kerapuhan. Tuhan, bolehkah aku meminta. Aku hanya ingin melihat senyum di bibirnya.

Trisi was talking to her daughter Heena , "As the eldest daughter of this family, you have to keep the family together. If you want your father out of the prison, sign this document and your dad will be a free man within seven days, maybe I might love you a little if you do this." Heena is not her mother's favourite and she has been living her life to get her affection. Two weeks after Heena the eldest daughter of Ro'Sau signed the document, she was sold off to a gangster all in the name of marriage and her father was still in jail. She was given a bitter surprise wedding present. What she has lived for 25 years to be true was blown to her out of proportion to be the opposite. Heena went to hell and swam in it, however, she came out of it and returned to get revenge in another form. Why did Trisi hate Heena? You will get the answer to this question as you read further.

It's hard when you're betrayed. It is doubly hard when relatives and everyone you consider family turn away from you. And it hurts unbearably when it turns out that the one you love more than life was the cause of your troubles ... But any pain has its limit. And devoted love can easily be reborn by hatred. Banished from the pack? It's bad, but what's stopping me from creating my own? Erase my memory? Unpleasant, but I was able to remember everything. Wanted to deprive me of a wolf? But I will never forgive you for this!

Sierra Monroe’s life spirals into darkness when she’s drawn into the world of the powerful De Santos brothers—one a ruthless, undisclosed mafia leader, the other a billionaire hiding dangerous secrets. Desperate to save her mother, Sierra agrees to a contract marriage with Adrian De Santos, hoping for protection but uncovering far more. As she seeks revenge against those who destroyed her family, Sierra is forced to confront love, betrayal, and survival in a city that takes no prisoners.

Je suis morte juste avant le mariage de mon mari Drake avec sa compagne. Dix jours avant ma mort, l’ancienne compagne de Drake est revenue. Drake m’a abandonnée pour passer la nuit avec sa compagne, même si j’étais attaquée par des vagabonds et gravement blessée. Il est revenu directement le lendemain, non pas pour me voir, mais pour m’annoncer la nouvelle. « Je veux rompre le lien de compagnon avec toi. » « J’ai été empoisonnée par Tue-loup. » « Tu mens encore. Quoi qu’il en soit, je dois te rejeter aujourd’hui. » Il ne savait pas que son rejet allait accélérer ma mort. Je pensais qu’après que cet obstacle - moi - serait éliminé, il pourrait enfin vivre heureux avec sa compagne. Mais à ma surprise, il a abandonné sa fiancée au mariage et s’est précipité sur ma tombe, en pleurant. « Lyra, tu es ma femme. Je t’interdis de mourir ! »

On the Northwind Trail, just before sunrise, my flashlight cut across the inside of the SUV and landed on five lifeless bodies. My hands shook as I dialed 911. "Hello? I'm on Route 296, the Northwind Trail. Everyone in my car… is dead." The operator's voice was calm but quick. "Please confirm your location. Officers are on their way." My words dropped heavy and flat, like stones hitting the ground. "I'm on Route 296, about three miles east of the mountain pass. The plate number is NA318X. Five people inside the car are dead… and I'm the only one alive."

Six années de mariage… seulement des étreintes fiévreuses la nuit, jamais une once de tendresse en plein jour. Sylvie l'a aimé de tout son cœur, avec une dévotion presque aveugle. Mais leur fille, n'a jamais eu le droit de l'appeler « papa », tandis que le fils de l'autre femme, a été choyé sur ses genoux. Toute la famille a traité ce fils adoptif comme un héritier précieux, pendant que leur fille a été considérée comme une tache honteuse à cacher. Ce n'est qu'en payant le prix ultime - sa vie et celle de sa fille - qu'elle a compris. Il a signé sans hésiter leurs documents de crémation, puis il a assisté au banquet organisé pour le retour de son grand amour. Ce jour-là, elle a réalisé : un cœur sincère ne s'échange pas contre un autre, et les êtres froids et égoïstes n'en ont simplement pas. Que le ciel ait pitié…Revenant à la vie, Sylvie a juré de de tirer un trait définitif sur ce mariage fait d'humiliations. Dans sa vie précédente, elle avait abandonné ses études pour devenir femme au foyer en dévouant corps et âme à sa famille. Cette nouvelle vie, elle a déposé sans hésiter les papiers du divorce et a pris sa fille pour l'arracher à ce marécage. Et puis, elle a repris sa carrière, déterminée à retrouver son éclat d'antan, à reconquérir les sommets ! La première semaine après le départ de Sylvie, Alain a cru qu'elle faisait juste un caprice. Le premier mois, il n'a pas pris la peine de s'en soucier et l'a laissée faire. Mais des jours plus tard, alors qu'il assistait à un sommet réunissant l'élite de son milieu, il l'a revue. Sylvie, rayonnante, au sommet du podium. Sylvie, s'est concentrée sur sa carrière. Sa fille, s'est mise en tête de lui trouver un nouveau papa. L'homme a perdu toute raison. Alain Chéron, toujours si froid, si arrogant, qui n'a jamais plié devant personne, s'est jeté au-devant de Sylvie. La voix tremblante : « Chérie, je t'en supplie… Est-ce que tu pourrais m'aimer encore une fois ? »

“I want you on your knees," I whispered, closing the distance between us as I continued, “with your mouth open to take my meat. I want to see your lips wrapped around my cock as you suck it and — Fuck!” I gasped when he stomped his right foot on my left, knowing no one could see it. “Fuck you!” “Oh, I'd like to see you try that.” He folded his arms, his eyes narrowed to a glare as he watched me. “I don't know what you think you are, but I'm not gay. Don't forget we are ENEMIES,” he emphasized the last word, letting me know just what he thought about me. I knew he felt that way because that was also how I felt, that was if you exclude the desire to bend him on the rail and fuck him until he screamed my name. … Alexander "Lex" De Luca, a 25-year-old alpha werewolf and underboss, and Aithan Lyker Kael, a 23-year-old beta werewolf and enforcer, are from feuding Mafia families. Their families' centuries-old vendetta intensifies after their mothers' tragic deaths. Despite the animosity, Lex develops feelings for Aithan. Desperate to have the feisty Beta as his, he formed an unlikely alliance with him, to uncover the truth behind the attempts on Aithan's life. As they navigate their forbidden love, they confront family secrets, loyalty, and redemption. Their love conquers the hatred and violence surrounding them, but will it be enough to overcome the darkness of their families' past?

She froze, breath caught, facing the storm in his delinquent brown eyes. He leaned over her, hands gripping the rail, boxing her in. The air was thick, too heavy to breathe. Her gaze locked on his—unwilling, yet unable, to look away. The closer he leaned, the harder her heart pounded. She bit her lip, nerves twitching. No matter how far she ran, he always found her. “Why do you keep chasing me?” she asked, barely above a whisper. Her voice trembled, as if volume might shatter her. He didn’t answer. Silence roared between them. His stare—cold, unreadable—never left her face. “Do you like me?” she pressed, ignoring the disinterest in his eyes. She needed something. He gave a soft tut, then brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, twirling it lazily. The touch was light, but his closeness made her pulse race. “‘Like’ is a bit heavy, Tinkerbell,” he murmured, voice low and indifferent. The nickname slipped out like smoke—mocking, yet oddly tender. He leaned in, close enough for her to feel his heat. Close enough to unravel her. But his eyes stayed dark. Empty. She swallowed hard, unsure what hid behind them. “It’s strange,” he added, voice softer now. “But you’re the first woman I’ve ever aknowledged as a lady, Snow White.” — She was the good girl. Quiet. Overlooked. Her life, a shadow. No warmth. No safety. For a moment, she thought she’d found love—someone who saw her. Someone worth clinging to. But he broke her. When he left, he took her love—and her self-worth. She hated herself after that. Then she started to rebuild. And that’s when Zachary Gonzalez appeared. Mysterious. Magnetic. Dangerous. Everything she shouldn’t want.