Runaway Runaway And Say Goodbye

It was my birthday. I thought he would take me to see the fireworks by the sea, but he showed up with another woman and her child. “Vera has a kid with her, and it’s inconvenient for them. Be a little understanding. She doesn’t know her way around here, and she has a lot of luggage. I’ll just drop them at the hotel.” He said it so casually, as if he were just explaining some trivial, everyday chore. It was that very gentleness of his that made me feel like I was so unreasonable getting angry over it. He helped them into the car. He leaned down to buckle the seatbelt on the child. Then, he turned to me with a smile. “I’ll be right back. Don’t overthink things.” I stood by the roadside and watched them drive away like a picture-perfect little family. As night fell, the sea breeze turned sharp and biting. Still, I waited until a notification of Vera Cannon’s social feed update lit up my screen. He was holding her daughter in his arms. They were watching the fireworks by the beach. It was a surprise I had planned for my own birthday. The comments poured in. [What a perfect match. What a beautiful little family!] Someone asked him why he was not picking me up. He just smiled and said, “Indy is very patient. She won’t be mad.” At that moment, my birthday cake melted into a puddle of frosting. I finally realized that he had not done that to be cruel to me. He was certain that I would always wait for him. However, even the warmest heart grew cold when neglected too many times. The waves crashed against the shore, over and over. With each crash, another shred of my hope washed away. This time, I was not going to wait for him to come back.

Elara Vance was never a bride...She was a transaction. To save her brother’s life and settle her father’s crumbling debts, she sold herself into a three year "Repayment Marriage" to the coldest man in the city, Julian Vane. For three years, she endured his frozen silence, his public indifference, and the cruel whispers of a high society that saw her as nothing more than a social prop. She played the role of the perfect, submissive wife, hiding her world-class talent and her breaking heart behind a mask of glass. She waited for a spark of warmth, a sign that the man who held her at night felt more than just obligation. Then came the morning after their final night together, the night she thought finally changed everything. Instead of a "good morning," Julian tossed a manila envelope onto the bed. "The debt is paid, Elara. Sign the papers and leave. I’m done with you." Julian thought he was finally rid of the woman he blamed for his past. He didn't expect her to sign the papers with a smile. He didn't expect her to vanish into thin air, leaving his massive mansion echoing with a silence that felt like a curse. But Elara didn't leave alone. She left with a secret, a tiny heartbeat that Julian would never know about. Now, the hunter has become the haunted. As Elara rises from the ashes of her old life to become a woman the world can't ignore, Julian is left to realize that the wife he threw away was the only thing holding his world together. The debt is settled. The game has changed. And this time, he’s the one who will have to pay... with his soul.

Seeing an omega owning a business is already odd in their society, what more an omega CEO? Klyde Rehan has always been the odd one. Used to defying everything that comes his way, even his parents. Tell him he can’t do something and he’ll prove you wrong. He’s been handling his company well for the past years despite many people’s opposition with him being the CEO. He is capable. He can handle it. Until he can’t. People from his company has been screwing him over, desperate to see his downfall. Because of this, his company suffers. His investors have been pulling out left and right and it’s only a matter of time before his company completely drowns. He has no choice but to ask for help from Wade Ashton, an alpha and a CEO of one of the largest conglomerates in the country. He has never been fond of alphas, having been looked down upon by them his whole life. But he has no choice, it’s either his pride or his company. “Two years. The marriage will last for two years. This will make our companies merge.” “Fine. Two years then. After that we’re done.” Will two years be enough to save his company? Or will two years be enough to awaken feelings that shouldn’t be?

Sabizina Moretti (Sabi) is a woman who has spent her life being a pawn in her father’s corporate chess matches. But her marriage to Rage Valerius Vane, the most feared and powerful CEO in the global syndicate, was supposed to be different. It was supposed to be a choice. On the morning of their televised "Wedding of the Century," a digital file is leaked to Sabizina’s phone. The truth is shattering: the financial ruin of her family wasn't an accident—it was a calculated execution by Rage himself to force her into his arms. Before she can say "I do," Sabizina vanishes. Six months later, Rage Vane has burned through millions to find her. He finally corners her in a desolate coastal cabin, expecting to find a woman begging for mercy. Instead, he finds a warrior who has rebuilt her life from nothing—and a secret that halts even the ruthless Rage Vane in his tracks. Sabizina is visibly pregnant with the Vane heir. Forced back into the gilded cage of his high-tech penthouse, Sabizina must navigate a world of corporate assassins, jealous socialites, and Rage’s own dark past. As she uncovers the real reason behind his obsession, she realizes that in Rage’s world, the truth is more dangerous than a lie, and the man she ran from might be the only one who can keep her—and her unborn children—alive.

My mother is hospitalized due to a terminal illness. She's in urgent need of a kidney transplant to save her life. I'm the only one who can perform the surgery, but I give the kidney to a stranger. My father and husband get on their knees before me on the day of the surgery. They beg me to save my mother. However, I shrug and say, "I can't do anything about this. A life is a life, regardless of who the person is. This is what she gets for coming late—death is waiting for her."

“Sign the papers, Anindira. You were never more than a placeholder for your sister.” For three years, Anindira Prawiro was the invisible wife of Arjuna Dirgantara the cold, ruthless "Iron King" of Jakarta. She cooked his meals, managed his home, and loved him with a devotion that went unnoticed. But on their third anniversary, her world shattered. Arjuna’s first love returned, and with a single stroke of a pen, he discarded Dira like a piece of broken glass. His final words to her were the cruelest: "If you’re pregnant, get rid of it. I don't want a mistake tying me to you." Heartbroken and alone, Dira vanished into a stormy night, leaving behind a signed divorce and a fake death report. Five years later, a ghost returns to Jakarta. She isn't the submissive girl he once knew. She is the world-renowned architect, the "Queen of Design," and she’s more powerful than the family that sold her. But she isn't alone. By her side are two genius twins: Bumi, who has Arjuna’s cold, grey eyes and a brilliant mind for war, and Langit, who carries her warmth and a secret of his own. When Arjuna realizes the "mistake" he ordered to be erased is actually the twin heirs to his empire, the predator becomes the prey. He buys her building, stalks her boardrooms, and begs for a second chance. But Dira has a new set of rules: 1. Five months of living together. 2. Separate rooms. 3. No touching. 4. No "Husband and Wife" duties. Arjuna once told her she was a shadow. Now, he’ll spend every second of the next five months trying to prove he’s worthy of the light she brings. Can a frozen heart melt before the five months are up?

To protect the assistant who had been evading taxes, she deliberately gave false testimony in her role as my superior's wife, putting all the blame on me. I protested endlessly, but the law held me accountable. I was imprisoned for two months. Upon release, my colleagues turned against me, ostracizing me and destroying my promotion chances. Seeing that I neither cried nor caused a scene, my wife assumed that I had finally submitted. She even threatened to make amends with a lavish wedding for me. However, during the wedding vows, the assistant, suddenly overtaken by jealousy, ran to the company rooftop and threatened my wife with suicide to force her to cancel the wedding. My wife, who had always been obedient to him, panicked. She abandoned everyone at the ceremony and spent the entire night comforting her assistant. Afterwards, she calmly explained: "Wilson is young and impulsive. I was just afraid he might get hurt. Besides, you were released from prison so early thanks to him. He helped a lot. By right, he's still your lifesaver. I couldn't just abandon him." I looked at the couple rings she had just put on her finger, let out a faint hum, and said nothing. She believed I accepted her excuse and was pleased, even making an unprecedented promise: once she had calmed the assistant, she would take me on a honeymoon. However, she seemed to have forgotten one thing. She had already signed the divorce papers, and I had filed a lawsuit in court to have the case heard. From that moment on, we were no longer husband and wife. We were only plaintiff and defendant.

Daphne's groom failed to appear on the day of their wedding. Daphne was so devastated by the breakup that she lost control and drank all night, eventually running into Nathan, a successful businessman who had recently relocated to the country. Daphne, inebriated at the time, barged into Nathan's private meeting, causing him to lose some of his most lucrative clients. Daphne spent the night in detention as a result of this incident. As an apology for Daphne's hasty actions, however, Nathan offered her a deal - to be naughty nephew's private teacher. Later on, Daphne learns that Nathan is the man who caused her misery years before. He is her ex-groom.

I had been in a relationship with Harry Chalamet for ten years. He stood up for me and even ended up in the hospital after a fight. He financially supported me in my education by laboring on construction sites. Even my friends could tell that he was madly in love with me, and I believed it too. Just when we were about to get married, I noticed he often secretly stared blankly at a photo. But the person in that photo wasn’t me…

Having an Awakenist as my wife meant enduring her monkish attitude toward sex. We could only be intimate on the sixteenth of every month. Every detail—my position, rhythm, even my expression—had to follow her rigid rules. If I showed too much pleasure, she would immediately rise and leave. We had been married for five years. Was I ever tired of this? Yes. Still, I always gave in. I accepted these limitations because I loved her. "The Saintess loves me too," I told myself. That faith shattered the day I was sent to extinguish a hotel fire. Amid the flames, I found my wife pressed close to a man in disheveled clothes. Between their arms was a young boy.