Sad Story

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.

On our anniversary, my husband, James Marshall, purchased a painting as a gift for me with my secondary credit card. When I got home, I went to my study to retrieve an urgent court document. The door was slightly ajar. Inside, I could hear the flirtatious voice of my assistant, Julie Summers, mingled with my husband’s low murmurs. “James, your wife is just a money-printing machine. What does she know about art? She could never appreciate you like I do.” James sighed. Then, in an indulgent tone, he said, “Claire is too perfect—so perfect it’s suffocating. Not like you, full of life and warmth.” Just then, my mother-in-law, Susan Marshall, called James. He put her on speakerphone. “James, you need to move faster. While Claire still trusts you, turn all her client contacts into yours. That Julie girl seems promising. She’s much easier to control than that iron-fisted career wife of yours.” I gripped the cold doorknob, listening to the pair of shameless lovers in the study and the wretched woman on the phone, and immediately drafted a divorce agreement. At the same time, I forwarded asset-protection filings for all my holdings to my legal team. “I’ll see you all in court, parasites.”

At the class session joined by the school leaders and officials from the Department of Education, my lecture PPT was swapped for a sensational "Mistress's Charge Letter". "Charge one. Willingly being the other woman makes her an unsuitable role model for students." "Charge two. Attempting to secure a higher position through sex." "Charge three. Menacing the lawful wife with the absurd hope of advancing through pregnancy." Amidst the leaders and officials, my husband's illegitimate child accused me of disrupting her parents' marriage. In the name of "expelling the mistress to achieve justice", she coerced me, the true wife, into a humiliating bow to the mistress. I confronted my husband upon his arrival, "Care to explain? Why didn't I know that you had an illegitimate daughter?" He responded with a strike to the girl's face. "Where are you from, you unruly child? You're so ill-mannered!"

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?

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.

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.  

Di dunia di mana darah lebih berharga dari cinta, Rafael De Luca tumbuh tanpa hati, pewaris kekuasaan yang dibangun dari kematian dan kebohongan. Hingga suatu malam, seorang saksi bernama Elena muncul dan mengguncang segalanya. Elena seharusnya mati, tetapi Rafael justru menunda peluru yang sudah siap di pelipisnya. Sejak itu, setiap senja menjadi saksi dari pertarungan yang tak pernah selesai, antara cinta dan kehancuran, antara nafsu dan luka yang tak bisa disembuhkan. Dalam istana yang megah namun dingin, cinta mereka tumbuh dari darah, dan berakhir dalam api yang sama yang menciptakannya. “Aku tak tahu apakah aku mencintaimu, atau hanya ingin melihatmu hancur bersamaku.”

My three-year-old daughter was playing in the room, and she suddenly fell from the window of the room and died. In my past life, I held her lifeless body after learning the news, crying so hard I thought I would never stop. But when my husband rushed back, he slapped me across the face without a second thought. "How could you be so cruel? You actually threw her out of the window—she was only three!" I was too stunned to react. Later, my husband and my best friend teamed up and testified that I had thrown my daughter from the window because I had an argument with my husband. I was cyberbullied and labeled the "evil mom". Amid the public hatred and the pain of losing my daughter, I jumped to prove my innocence. Even in death, I still didn't understand. My daughter had been fine playing in the room—how did she fall out of the window? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she fell.

On the fifth year of their marriage, finding the vitamin C her husband bought tasted too bitter, Jeanne Dotson went to the hospital with the bottle. The doctor took one look and frowned. "This isn't vitamin C." "I-I'm sorry, Doctor?" "I could say it a dozen times and it'd still be the same," the doctor replied, pointing at the bottle. "This is Mifepristone. Taking too much of it doesn't just cause infertility—it can do serious harm to your body." Jeanne felt a lump stuck in her throat, and her fingers turned pale from clenching the bottle. "That's impossible. My husband got this for me. His name is Darren Walsh—he's a doctor here too." The doctor looked up at her, his expression turning strange, tinged with something she couldn't quite read. After a pause, he gave a small smile. "Miss, you might want to visit the psych ward instead. We all know Dr. Walsh's wife—she gave birth just two months ago. Don't let your imagination run wild, all right? There's no point."

I'm forced by my mother, Karen Brown, to raise Matt Brown, my uncle Jared Brown's illegitimate son. She justifies the coercion by saying that family should always help each other. I sacrifice everything to raise Matt for over a decade, only to discover that he despises me. It stems entirely from Mom and Uncle Jared telling him that I'm raising him with ulterior motives, that I'll be able to get back double the amount of money I spend on him in the future. I'm lecturing Matt once more about studying hard when he suddenly lashes out in frustration and murders me. Mom and Uncle Jared not only cover up for Matt, but they also take all my assets for themselves. I'm definitely not raising anyone's child now that I have been reborn, as the parents should raise their own child. It has nothing to do with me!