Ring 1 Adalah

Jika kamu terlahir dengan hidup yang sempurna. Orang tua yang kaya, paras yang cantik, dan memiliki banyak pria yang menginginkanmu sebagai pasangannya, apa yang akan kamu lakukan?. Chaterine Abigail Edelgard, anak semata wayang presdir Cervan sekaligus satu satunya pewaris perusahaan. Akankah Chaterine memilih salah satu pria sebagai pasangan hidupnya atau justru lebih memilih hidup melajang selamanya?

"Bu Stacey, Anda telah berhasil membeli pulau tak berpenghuni ini. Tempat ini benar-benar terisolasi dari dunia luar. Begitu Anda masuk, nggak akan ada seorang pun yang bisa menemukan Anda. Selain itu, layanan keluarga khusus yang Anda inginkan juga sudah kami siapkan. Mereka semua telah menjalani pelatihan profesional dan akan memberikan Anda 100% kasih sayang."

Dear best friend, I had sex with our daughter after you died. 🦪 Dora lost her father on her eighteenth birthday, and she swore to find his killer and end his life herself. Because of this, she signs a ‘fight till death’ deal with Umbra, a deadly secret organization her father worked with. A fight where only one of the two fighters would walk out of the ring alive. Dale Lazarus, a man secretly in love with his best friend’s daughter, killed his best friend in a fight. One of them had to die for the other one to live, and it was Dora’s father who didn’t walk out of the ring. Dora doesn’t know this: that Dale Lazarus, her father’s best friend, and also the man she’s shamelessly obsessed with, is the killer she’s after. She swore to his face that she was going to wipe her father’s killer off the planet, not knowing she was talking about him, and He trains her to kill her father’s killer, knowing he was training her to kill him. What happens when Dora realizes she signed a deal to kill the man she is obsessed with? ~ Content warning: This book contains several sensitive topics that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. Specific warnings include: Graphic violence and gore, Explicit sexual content, Description of grief and loss, and strong language.

At the wedding, just as I was about to exchange rings with my fiancée, her conniving boyfriend intentionally pushed his son toward her. Right in front of everyone, the boy looked up with teary eyes and asked, "Mom, why are you marrying this man? Don't you want me and Dad anymore?" My fiancée, who never lied, smiled, took the child's hand, and said, "I was only pretending with this man earlier. Now I am going to marry your father." The banquet hall buzzed with whispers. Everyone expected me to get jealous and blow up. Instead, I said the child came first and calmly handed the ring to the boyfriend sitting below the stage. Seeing how cooperative I was, my fiancée grinned and promised she would give me a healthy baby boy someday as a thank you. However, she seemed to have forgotten that we had not officially tied the knot yet. Truth be told, I had no intention of ever doing so.

The richest man in the country, Sebastian Vance, has a ring custom-made to my exact measurements, worth billions of dollars, for the woman who will be his bride. In the first life, my stepsister, Mia Lowe, slips on the ring and marries him. Sebastian claws her face, shouting, "She's not the one!" In the second life, my other stepsister, Lorraine Lowe, loses 30 pounds before marrying him. He shoves her down the stairs anyway and says, "She's not the one either." In the third life, my stepmother, Vivian Cole, grits her teeth and slices off a piece of her own flesh just to force the ring onto her finger. Sebastian sneers and pushes her under the bathwater, holding her down until her body goes limp. By the fourth life, out of options and terrified, they finally send me. I slide the ring on, and it fits perfectly. My entire family lets out a sigh of relief. But the second Sebastian lays his eyes on me, he draws a knife and stabs me to death. "Why is it still not her? Where is she?" In the last life, he has his assistant, Owen Hayes, deliver a ring to us. All four of us insist that it won't fit. Owen shoots us a strange look. "Mr. Vance said the rightful owner of this ring is among you."

Alya hanya ingin hidup sederhana—mengelola toko buku kecil peninggalan ayahnya, menikmati kesunyian, dan perlahan melupakan masa lalunya. Namun semua itu buyar ketika Raka, mantan kekasih yang dulu ia tinggalkan, kembali muncul. Raka bukan sekadar mantan biasa. Ia adalah luka, kenangan pahit, sekaligus bayangan yang tak pernah rela melepaskan. Obsesi Raka pada Alya berubah menjadi bayangan kelam yang mengintai setiap langkahnya. Di saat yang sama, hadir Ardi, sahabat lama yang kini kembali ke kehidupannya. Kehangatan dan ketulusan Ardi menjadi sandaran Alya, membuatnya perlahan berani membuka hati. Tapi semakin ia mencoba bangkit, semakin kuat pula jerat yang Raka pasang. Cinta bagi Alya seharusnya indah, tapi mengapa justru terasa seperti rasa sakit yang terus membekas? Apakah ia bisa benar-benar bebas dari bayangan masa lalu? Dan beranikah ia memperjuangkan cinta yang tak menyakitkan bersama seseorang yang dengan sabar menunggunya? Mencintaimu Adalah Rasa Sakit adalah kisah tentang luka, obsesi, dan keberanian untuk menemukan cinta yang sehat. Sebuah drama kehidupan sehari-hari yang penuh air mata, ketakutan, sekaligus harapan baru. ---

Jika kebanyakan pasangan menikah karena rasa saling mencintai. Berbeda dengan pernikahan yang terjadi antara Aisyah dan Akbar, pernikahan yang berlangsung meriah tersebut bukan atas dasar cinta. Namun, sebagai syarat untuk melunasi hutang orang tua Aisyah kepada keluarga Akbar. Tidak ada kebahagiaan dalam pernikahan Aisyah hanya air mata yang selalu membasahi pipinya. Sebenarnya sulit untuk Aisyah bertahan dengan pernikahan yang menyakitkan. Namun, kewajiban sebagai seorang istri dan tekad yang kuat untuk kesembuhan sang suami dari pengaruh obat-obatan terlarang yang membuatnya terus kuat mendampingi Akbar. Apakah Aisyah mampu bertahan menjalani pernikahan yang menyakitkan bersama Akbar, atau justru perpisahan yang akan di tempuhnya?

Ibuku menikah dengan seorang pria kaya raya. Aku, anak dari pernikahan sebelumnya, harus ikut masuk ke keluarga konglomerat itu. Hidup di keluarga kaya tentu saja menyenangkan. Kecuali satu hal, kakak tiriku yang tampan dan dingin itu sangat membenciku. Tatapan matanya padaku makin lama terasa makin aneh. Sampai suatu malam, dia pulang dalam keadaan mabuk. Aku berteriak sampai suaraku serak, tetapi tetap saja aku terpaksa memanggilnya sayang semalaman.

I'd been married to Joshua Merck for five years, but we still didn't have kids. To stay healthy, I took those pricey custom vitamins he ordered from overseas—never missed a dose. Then my cousin came back from studying abroad, took one look at the bottle, and was like, "That brand doesn't even make custom vitamins." I sent them to the hospital for testing. The lab report hit me like a truck—birth control pills. Powerful ones. Suddenly, all those mornings with Joshua hovering over me, acting so concerned while I took my "vitamins," made sense. The whole thing had been a lie. Five years of lies. Just as I was gearing up to confront him, my phone buzzed—a group chat notification. Shirley Hoare had tagged Joshua. [Honey, I had a prenatal checkup today, and the doctor said I'm carrying twins! Your family's about to get two grandchildren at once—excited?] My heart turned to ash. Everything clicked. Fine. We were done. I pulled out my phone and replied to my childhood sweetheart's message from three days ago: [After watching the northern lights, I still wanted to see penguins in Antarctica.]

After I came back to life, the first thing I did was hand that five-carat diamond ring—yes, the one my husband gave me—to his mother. The very woman who spent years picking me apart like it was her favorite pastime. In my last life, that ring was a custom New Year's gift. He paid a ridiculous amount for it. I actually thought it meant something. One afternoon, I was out shopping when I walked right into a bridal party taking pictures. The bride glanced at my hand, saw the ring, and her entire expression changed. She stormed over and slapped me, accusing me of being a shameless mistress trying to steal her man. I stood there, completely stunned. She was wearing the exact same ring. Before I could explain, her friends grabbed me. They dragged me aside, tore my clothes, hit me, and stomped on my hand until I couldn't move my fingers. They carved the word "mistress" into my face and paraded me through the street like some kind of public disgrace. I died there on the pavement. When my husband finally appeared, he didn't fight for me. He just signed off on a settlement, as if my life were nothing more than a piece of paperwork. Widowed that morning, married to the bride by nightfall. His mother instantly welcomed the new woman, all because she was pregnant. And then I opened my eyes again… back on the very day he first placed that diamond ring in my hand.