Sad Story

At three in the morning, the class monitor, Hayden Clark, suddenly posted a message in the group chat announcing that the graduation photos would be taken the morning after next. He then sent a payment QR code in the chat, where each student had to pay 50 dollars for the graduation photos. I told Hayden that I had my thesis defense scheduled for the morning after next and asked if the time could be changed. He immediately snapped back at me, “Is your time the only time that matters? If you can’t come, then get lost!” Wanting to keep the peace, I paid the money and went through great trouble to rearrange my schedule. But when the day for the photos finally arrived, Corin Vale told me, “The graduation photos were already taken yesterday!”

I can understand Wolfish, but I've never told my Alpha mate, Felix Grayback, about it. In public, he's the mate who dotes on me the most. He even declines a pack trading contract that's worth billions of dollars just to celebrate my birthday with me. As Felix holds me in his arms, he declares in front of his pack, "Bankruptcy is nothing as long as you're happy." I'm so touched that I'm about to burst into tears. So, I embrace Felix's huge, wolf-like body tightly in return. At that moment, I hear him emitting a low growl from his throat. It's a language that only wolves can understand. "This woman is finally plump enough to eat. Tonight, I shall share her flesh with my pack members."

Ibuku, wanita shaliha, cantik jelita dan istri yang berbakti pada suaminya, ternyata memiliki simpanan pria muda. Awalnya aku tahu ketika salah seorang teman baikku, bertemu dengan ibuku di bandara. Dari rekaman ponsel temanku itu sepertinya kedua orang beda usia itu sedang beradegan perpisahan yang menyedihkan. Dengan linangan air mata, ibuku memeluk pria muda itu, mencium kedua pipinya dan melambaikan tangan saat pemuda itu akan menaiki pesawat. Kemudian ibuku meninggalkan bandara dengan wajah tertunduk dan pipi basah. Siapa sebenarnya pemuda tampan itu? Mengapa ibuku begitu sedih saat mereka berpisah. Haruskan aku mengadukan hal ini pada ayahku? Ayahku saat ini sedang mengikuti pertarungan untuk menjadi kepala daerah, jika aku mengadu tentu akan mengganggu konsentrasinya. Mengapa di saat seperti ini, ibuku justru tidak bisa menjaga sikapnya? Berduaan dengan seorang pria muda di tempat umum, bukankah hal tersebut bisa menjadi lawan ayahku untuk menjegal dan mengalahkan ayahku? Siapa sebenarnya pemuda itu? Dengan meminta bantuan temanku itu, aku diam diam menyelidiki ibuku. Dan fakta yang kutemukan ternyata sangat mengejutkan...

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.”

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?

After my parents were killed in a territory war, I was taken in by Don Moretti, head of New York's most powerful crime family. I was the only civilian in a world of made men. For twenty years, I was raised alongside his twin heirs, Marco and Santino. Their protection and favor made me the envy of every aspiring mob wife in the city. But when I was finally ready to become a real part of the family, they both turned me down. Marco said, "I need to focus on expanding our territory first. I'm not ready for this kind of commitment." Santino said, "An outsider can't be trusted with family secrets." The next night, at my birthday celebration, they both proposed to the daughter of a low-level enforcer. To prove their loyalty to her, they let her force me to drink "The Don's Fire"—a 150-proof grappa laced with ghost peppers that would hospitalize anyone who wasn't raised on it since childhood. Broken in body and spirit, I made a call from my hospital bed. "I accept the proposal from the Luciano Syndicate."

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.”

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.

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!"

My father-in-law said he wanted to experience "how the young folks have fun these days," so I took him to my wife's newly opened upscale cocktail bar for a quiet drink. I’d just finished ordering him a custom cocktail when a man from a booth across the room swaggered over, glass in hand. His eyes scanned the drink menu on our table, and a condescending smirk twisted his lips. "Only ordering the cheapest well drinks?" he sneered. "Brought the old man here to enjoy the free air conditioning? Trash like you belongs in a dive bar. Who even let you in here?" Anger burned in my chest. I stood up, my jaw clenched. "We're paying customers. What's it to you?" But before I could say another word, his face darkened with pure rage. He snatched the half-finished beer bottle from our table and smashed it on my head. "My girl owns this place!" he snarled. "Even if I crack your skull open, I can afford the payout! You filthy pauper—either get on your knees and lick my shoes dry, or get the hell out of my sight. You're an eyesore." The beer dripped down my face. My hands trembled with fury as I wiped it away. Then, a cold calm settled over me. I opened my phone, switched to the camera, and went live. "Alright, everyone," I said into the screen. "You won't want to miss this. We're going live to catch my cheating wife and see the double life she's been leading."