Sad Story Artinya

During our decade together, I stay by Felix Valentino's side as he slowly ascends to the peak of the mafia world. I become the woman he trusts most. However, he secretly names an island that we fought for and won together after my best friend, Lilian Fenati. Why? Because Lilian is terminally ill. Her dying wish is to marry Felix on the island named after her. Felix clamps down on this and forbids anyone from telling me. He has no idea Lilian live streams the whole thing for me. That night, I cry my heart out. Meanwhile, Felix spends the night with Lilian. I lie in a pool of blood. My heart condition acts up, and my breathing starts to slow. Where is Felix? At the hospital with Lilian. Five days later, I accept a marriage proposal from Harold Bonanno, the mafia king.

I did three years in prison for my wife, Lilian Parson. The day I got out, she handed me an envelope for her company's grand opening. Inside was a single dollar bill. For a second, I thought it was a mistake. Then I saw her colleague, Nathan Ramsey, holding his envelope—his also contained a single dollar. Relieved, I pushed my doubts aside. I smiled, stood by Lilian's side through the entire ceremony, the picture of a proud, supportive husband. That night, scrolling through Instagram, I saw Nathan's latest post. A photo of a check. [Congratulations to Lilian Parson on the grand opening! So generous—100 million as a gift!] The comments section exploded with envy and blessings, congratulating him and "the boss" on finally becoming a couple. Lilian offered no explanation. Instead, she hurried to draw a line between us. "You just got out of prison," she said coolly. "It's not a good look to go public right now. Let's keep our marriage a secret. In front of others, just call me your boss." Then she turned around and liked Nathan's post. I wiped the tears from my eyes, picked up my phone, and dialed the number of her greatest rival. "From now on, I work for you," I said.

The moment my roommate walked in, she used my locker. She claimed to have too many things and nowhere else to put them. I rolled my eyes. Why should I let her get her way? I was not her parent. She was no princess, but she acted like one. I was ready to argue, but she tossed 200,000 dollars at me. “At your service, Your Highness!”

At the year-end company meeting, I was announcing the bonuses when a new employee suddenly raised her hand. "Over at the other company, they handed out two boxes of imported cherries at their annual party," she said, shaking her phone. "And we only get performance bonuses?" The video, maliciously edited, went viral online and hit the trending list the very next day. I had the finance department cancel all the year-end bonus transfers. "If cherries are what really count as a gesture of goodwill," I said, "then this year's year-end benefit will be cherries—fifty boxes per person." When they saw the mountain of cherries piling up before them, the employees who had once joined in mocking me panicked instantly. One by one, they cried and apologized, begging me to reconsider.

My son was caught in a car accident. My husband said that without a cornea donor, he would be trapped in darkness forever. Heartbroken, I let him sweet-talk me into signing away my corneas. Blind, I overheard my son gloating, "Dad, the plan worked. Mom fell for it, and Rachel's got her sight back. She won't be miserable anymore." "Yeah, now we're a real family with her," replied my husband. The truth gutted me. They'd played me like a fool to save my husband's old flame. When I confronted them, Rachel Huffman shoved me down a staircase, and I died in agony. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of my son's car accident.

On the day we receive our bonus, one of the staff members of the finance department gives me 500 dollars worth of vouchers for the fast food restaurant downstairs. He tells me that my wife, Jillian Dunn, who is also the company's president, specifically ordered him to do so. In utter disbelief, I seek out Jillian and question her. "Didn't we agree that whoever secures the project will get a 50,000-dollar bonus? Stop messing around! I still need to pay for Freya's cochlear implant!" "I'm not messing around with you," Jillian answers seriously. "These vouchers can last you for a whole month. I wouldn't even give them to you if you were anyone else. "Money is tight right now at the company. Besides, Freya has been deaf for more than a decade now. She can survive being deaf for another decade." The next day, Jillian gives one of the interns a sports car that's worth 50,000 dollars. I look at the photo she uploads of her and the intern grinning widely as they sit in the car and give it a like. Jillian must assume that everything is proceeding smoothly since she has signed the contract. However, she misses the additional condition that's printed on the last page of the contract. I dial her rival's number, asking, "Ms. Swan, are you interested in Project Charlie?"

In my previous life, everything I do to care for myself somehow ends up benefiting my new housekeeper instead. I apply expensive skincare, yet dark spots and fine lines spread across my face, whereas the 45-year-old housekeeper's face becomes silkier. I jog every morning, yet my body only grows heavier and bulkier, while hers becomes slender and toned. When my husband notices the stretch marks on my abdomen, his face twists with disgust, and he never touches me again. "I genuinely can't bring myself to touch you. How can you look worse than Mirabelle when you take such good care of yourself?" My housekeeper looks at me with a sinister smile. A chill crawls up my spine, and the strange feeling makes me fire her on the spot. Yet, as soon as she leaves, I start aging at lightning speed, entering menopause 20 years early and developing diabetes and high blood pressure. I see every doctor I can, but after hanging on for a week, I die from a stroke. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day she first reports to work. This time, I push away the royal jelly she sets in front of me with a pleasant smile. "I've been avoiding certain foods lately. You can have it instead."

Adakah yang lebih menyakitkan dari ini? Di saat pernikahan impian sudah di depan mata, Zahra dan Uki harus mengubur impian mereka. Ayah Uki dan mamanya Zahra tiba-tiba sepakat untuk menolak pernikahan putra-putri mereka, tanpa alasan yang jelas. Bahkan Uki dipaksa untuk menikahi anak sahabat ayahnya. Hingga Zahra akhirnya mengetahui alasan dibalik penolakan sang mama. Ada sebuah rahasia besar yang selama ini disembunyikan mamanya. Akankah Zahra dan Uki dapat menerima takdir yang menyesakkan dada itu?

Warning ! Cerita dewasa (21+) Harap bijak memilih bacaan ! Seuaikan usia kalian. ⚠️⚠️ Cerita dewasa!  Bukan bacaan anak kecil, sesuaikan usia kalian membaca ini! "Crys...." Crystal kembali menginterupsi ucapan Chiaki, ia menempatkan jadi telunjuknya di depan bibirnya dengan posisi vertikal. "Kau harus menurut, oke?" Apa-apaan? Menurut? Memakain es krim malam hari? Chiaki semakin terbengong-bengong saat menyaksikan Crystal meletakkan ember es krim di atas nakas, tetapi bukan itu yang membuat Chiaki terbengong-bengong. Yang paling menakjubkan adalah Crystal melucuti pakaiannya sendiri kemudian melucuti pakaian yang Chiaki kenakan dengan cara yang luar biasa berani seperti bukan Crystal yang selama ini ia kenal. "Crys, apa yang kau lakukan?" Crystal menyeringai. "Aku bilang tadi, 'kan?" Kerutan di kedua alis Chiaki bertambah dalam. "Tapi, untuk apa kau mengambil es krim?" Kulit pipi Crystal memerah dan demi Tuhan, Chiaki sangat menyukai setiap kulit pipi Crystal memerah, terlebih lagi mereka berdua telah polos. "A-aku hanya ingin menikmati es krim." Crystal meraih ember es krim. "Kau harus berbaring," ucap Crystal malu-malu. Meski pikirannya diselimuti dengan keheranan, Chiaki mengejawantahkan perintah Crystal juga, ia berbaring di atas tempat tidur. "Crys, jangan katakan...." "Itu benar," sahut Crystal, ia membuka penutup ember es krim lalu menyendok sedikit es krim, meletakkannya di atas dada Chiaki. Chiaki menggeram karena sensasi dingin yang melanda kulitnya. "Crys, akan kubalas kau." Crystal justru tertawa. "Kau ternyata rewel juga, ya?" Chiaki juga tertawa, tetapi dalam sekejap ia menggeram karena Crystal menjilati es krim yang ada di dadanya menggunakannya lidahnya membat  Chiai mencengkeram seprei dengan erat karena gairah menerpa dirinya setiap kali lidah Crystal yang menjelajahi kulitnya. Gadis itu meletakkan es krim di dadanya kemudian menjilatinya hingga es krim itu dengan cara yang sangat nakal, bahkan Crystal melumuri kejantanan Chiaki dengan es krim lalu menikmati es krim menggunakan lidahnya yang hangat.  

While preparing for the SATs at the library, my brother is accidentally shot and injured, causing him to bleed profusely. I pass by this scene but turn a blind eye and quicken my pace to leave. This is because in my previous life, when I saw him, I rushed him to the hospital in a panic. He had intracranial hemorrhaging, and he urgently needed surgery. I quickly called my mom, the top neurosurgeon in the city, begging her to come to the hospital as soon as possible. However, she thought I was jealous that she had taken my adopted sister to the beach instead of spending time with me. She also believed I had fabricated the story about my brother's injury, and thus refused to return. By the time my dad and the rest of the family hurried to the hospital, it was too late for rescue efforts—my brother had passed away. The whole family blamed me for his death. They were convinced that I had deliberately misled my mom and delayed his critical treatment. When my mom returned from out of town, she lost her composure and pushed me down the stairs, watching coldly as I bled to death. After opening my eyes again, I had returned to the day my brother was shot at the library.