Rill Or Fake Artinya

Evangelina had a tough luck growing up with a family that wanted to trade her for security but one day things changed. She met her mate during a ball and sparks flew. They spent the night taking pleasure from each other. It all felt like a dream to Eva and just like a dream, it shattered when the morning came. When the morning light fell on his beautiful face, she realised with a shock that her destined mate is the vicious Zavion Kessler- the infamous alpha of Midnight pack- their swore enemy. Eva does what she thinks is best. She flees, leaving him sleeping not knowing the alpha had already planted his pup inside her. Two months later she finds out that she is pregnant. Her family decides to kill her baby and mate her off to an old chap. Eva runs away for her baby. Fast forward four years, she is a caring mother to a sweet girl and is scraping through life. Then comes a man who stinks of money and offers her millions for pretending to be his mate in front of his family during his big brother's mating ceremony. She agrees, again not knowing that the big brother of her fake mate is her true mate, Zavion. Tricky, isn't it? .................. "What are you doing?" I asked as his large callous hand wrapped itself around my left breast, clutching the lump in a tender yet firm grip. "Your heart remains calm like ocean when with my brother but flaps like a caged bird when I am around. Suspicious, isn't it?" he rasped while drawing circles over my palpitating heart with his thumbpad. I could sense it. He is close to finding out the truth. That I am his mate and that he has a daughter.

Zeke and I always said we'd be best friends forever since we were pups. Everyone always assumed we'd end up as mates but we laughed it off. So when we both turned 18 and the string of destiny snapped into place tying us together, I was over the moon. But Zeke telling me he'd never mate with a mutt like me. Now my worst enemy Chris and I have a plan. "What if…we fake dated?" "What?" "Nothing would really piss Zeke off more than not only you saying no to being his breeder than also making him think we're getting each other's rocks off." "You in?" I stuck my hand out. "You got it, boyfriend."

My husband brings a pregnant Meryl Cleat home and lies to me, claiming that she's his stepmother. I'm wholly against the idea, but she says, "The children will call you their mother when they're born, so you don't have to go through the pain of childbirth. Think about how lucky you are, experiencing motherhood without the suffering!" I demand a divorce in the heat of the moment; Meryl is so infuriated by this that she faces labor complications and later dies. Out of guilt, I become a stay-at-home mother to care for her two super male kids. Yet they scaled me with boiling water and blind me in one eye. My health deteriorates under their intense torment, and I'm diagnosed with uremia. That's when I accidentally discover Meryl isn't my stepmother—she's my husband's mistress! I'm in despair when I return home. To make matters worse, I catch her—when she's supposed to be dead—and my husband in bed together. Her two super male sons ultimately stab me to death. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day she fakes her death!

Nia, wanita yang diselingkuhi karena dinilai tak pandai berhias, kini ia membalasnya dengan memainkan rencana melalui akun fake suaminya, dan akun fake tersebut dibuat menjadi dua. Jadi, seolah-olah suaminya yang membocorkan semuanya, padahal nyatanya itu adalah Nia.

Kehidupan SMA Aura yang acakadut tambah berantakan saat pulang bersama sahabat kakaknya, Bayu, yang juga mengajar di sekolahnya sebagai guru Bahasa Perancis. Mereka yang lapar di jam tanggung, melipir menikmati jajanan sore dan menemukan bayi yang masih merah di semak Taman Komplek. Aura dan Bayu lalu saling tuduh untuk merawat bayi itu. Bukannya menemukan solusi, mereka malah dinikahkan karena dituduh sebagai orang tua asli bayi oleh warga setempat karena rekaman mencurigakan CCTV. Apa yang terjadi selanjutnya? Bisakah mereka mengasuh bayi itu bersama? Benarkah setelah menikah Bayu yang semprul bisa menjadi suami sempurna seperti slogan hidupnya, ‘I Will to Be Perfect Husband’? Atau malah sebaliknya jadi ‘PerFAKE Husband’? Ikuti terus ceritanya...

My childhood sweetheart who promised to marry me the moment I graduated proposed to Camille Willow, my sister, during my graduation ceremony. At that moment, Dennis Malcolm, the most eligible and admired bachelor in Blington City's elite circle, stepped forward and confessed his love for me immediately after my childhood sweetheart's proposal was accepted. For five years after our marriage, Dennis showered me with devotion, treating me with such tenderness that it felt as though I were the center of his world. But everything shattered the day I overheard a conversation between him and his close friend. "Dennis, now that Camille's on top, are you really going to keep pretending with Tracy?" "It doesn't matter. I'll never have Camille. Besides, as long as I'm here, she'll never disrupt Camille's happiness," he answered. The paper notes he held dear, each one carefully preserved, revealed a harsh truth. Each one carried her name, accompanied by heartfelt wishes: "May Camille be released from her burdens. May she find peace within herself." "May Camille achieve all she dreams of, and may her heart love freely." "Camille, we were never meant to be together in this life. I can only hope that in another, we will walk side by side." … Five years of devotion shattered in a single moment of clarity. I crafted a false identity and planned an elaborate drowning to vanish without a trace. From this day forward, in this life and all others, we shall never cross paths again.

“Bayarlah hutang suamimu dengan menikah denganku. Lahirkan anak untukku maka aku akan bebaskan suamimu dari penjara.” Isha membulatkan matanya ketika mendengar apa yang ditawarkan atasan suaminya itu. Bagaimana bisa dia mendapat tawaran itu padahal dia sudah menikah. Niatnya datang ke sini adalah untuk meminta Danish membebaskan suaminya. Bukan untuk menerima tawaran konyol itu. “Apa Anda lupa jika saya ini istri manajer keuangan? Bagaimana bisa Anda meminta saya untuk menikah, padahal saya sudah menikah?” Isha masih tidak habis pikir dengan apa yang diinginkan Danish. “Ini bisnis. Tidak ada orang mau rugi saat berbisnis. Suamimu sudah menghabiskan banyak uang perusahaan dan artinya aku sudah rugi. Jadi aku ingin ganti yang setimpal. Tidak peduli kamu sudah menikah atau belum.” Danish tersenyum menyeringai. Isha benar-benar merasa Danish begitu kejam sekali. Ganti rugi yang diminta Danish benar-benar adalah hal yang sulit baginya.

“Let go of me, Derek! You let go of me five years ago, why do you want me now? I asked with anger blazingly in her eyes as she stared at the man she first dedicated her life to.“I realised that I can live without you,” he answered, staring into her sea-blue eyes.“Well, guess what? I will live without you”After working her for five years to build her husband's company. She comes home one day to discover that her husband has filed for a divorce and is getting married to her best friend who was pregnant with him.She packed her things and signed the divorce papers ready to start a life of her own. Only to find out that she was pregnant.She decides to leave the city with her child after meeting Andrew, a billionaire who offers to help her.She comes back five years later as the CEO of the company her ex-husband is holding on to pay the debt of his company.What happens when Derek comes back begging her to come back? What happens when Andrew starts falling head over heels in love with her?Will she leave Andrew for Derek or vice versa.

After I was falsely accused of being a third wheel by a fake heiress, she hired a group of people to corner me in the delivery room under the pretense of giving me an intervention. "How dare you, a shameless mistress, hope to secure a place with your child!" "Today, I'm going to make sure that b*stard in your belly is gone for good. Let's see if you dare get into my man's bed again." The group blocked the delivery room door, their faces twisted with malice as they refused to let the doctors deliver my baby. I begged them to let me go, but they only laughed cruelly and forced me down in front of a camera while I struggled through labor. They forcefully pulled the baby out of my belly and killed him right in front of me. I clung to my child's lifeless body, sobbing hysterically, while they posted my miserable state online with the caption, 'This is what happens to mistresses.' Later, I exposed her fake heiress status and revealed the dirty secrets of her and those people who were allegedly giving me an intervention online. Relentlessly attacked by netizens until she had nowhere left to turn, she ended up begging me for forgiveness. I pointed to the edge of the rooftop and said, "Jump, and I'll forgive you."

In the late stages of her pregnancy, my wife slipped away into the mountains with her childhood sweetheart, seeking some reckless thrill under the open sky. Fate, however, had other plans. She suffered a massive hemorrhage, and the two were rushed to the hospital. As a doctor, I took one glance at her condition and instructed the nurse to prepare for the cremation. In my previous life, I had risked everything to save her. On that very operating table, she and the child inside her perished together. Her childhood sweetheart, overcome with grief and fury, rallied others to accuse me of seeking personal revenge. Their rage was relentless, and they broke my hands. "A butcher like you, without medical ethics, deserves nothing less than eternal damnation!" they shouted, their words burning like brands on my soul. Yet I distinctly remembered—the surgery had been a success. Her vital signs had stabilized. Clinging to hope, I begged my in-laws to conduct an autopsy, to uncover the truth buried beneath the accusations. Instead, they called the police, who swiftly charged me with performing surgery under the influence of alcohol. Stripped of my rights, I was thrown into prison, where suffering became my only companion. Years later, upon release, I stumbled across a sight that tore what was left of my heart to shreds—my wife, alive and well, behind the wheel of a luxury car, accompanied by her childhood sweetheart and their child, living off the fortune I had worked tirelessly to build. Their betrayal didn't end there. Coldly and methodically, they lured me into a trap, casting me into a cement mixer to erase every trace of my existence. When I next opened my eyes, time had rewound itself. I was back on that fateful day, the one when her hemorrhage began.