Sam In Echo

Di suatu malam, suamiku tiba-tiba mengigau dalam tidurnya. "Anakku sayang, besok Papa akan bawa kamu dan Mama ke rumah baru." Padahal kami selalu pakai pengaman. Jadi, dari mana anak itu muncul? Aku pun membuka ponselnya. Di sana ada riwayat transfer uang ke wanita lain, dihabiskan untuk segala macam kemewahan dan sebuah rumah. Album fotonya penuh dengan gambar wanita itu yang mengenakan pakaian penari telanjang yang minim, dengan perut yang sedikit membuncit. Foto terakhir adalah hasil USG. Sepertinya sudah empat bulan. Aku tidak mengeluarkan suara apa pun. Hanya menyimpan semua buktinya. Sebentar lagi mereka akan belajar, sebesar apa akibat yang akan ditanggung karena mengkhianati seorang putri mafia.

Tres años después de mi matrimonio arreglado con el heredero de la familia Valachi, el que se escapó regresó. Me dejó por Julia ocho veces. La novena vez, me dejó sangrando al costado de la carretera con una herida de bala para ir corriendo hacia Julia, quien lo había llamado porque se sentía un poco mareada. —Ella me necesita. Lo entiendes, ¿verdad, Leona? Esta vez, no luché por él. Él no sabía de la apuesta que hice con Julia. La novena vez que me abandonara, sería yo quien se marcharía para siempre. Así que, el día de su cumpleaños, dejé un juego de papeles de divorcio firmados en su escritorio y me subí a un avión.

I was the princess of the Blood Moon pack, the little sister my Alpha brothers cherished. But that all changed when they brought home Lily, the human girl they adopted. They threw me in the dungeons for three days to “reflect.” My crime? Taking Lily into the forest and “accidentally” letting a rogue wolf attack her. I tried to explain, to tell them I was innocent. But my three brothers just looked at me with disgust and disappointment. “Aren't you just jealous that Lily’s getting our attention? Freya, when did you become so vicious?” Then, without a second thought, they severed our sibling mind link, cutting off my pleas for mercy. What they didn’t know was that the weakening wolfsbane in my cell had been swapped for lethal wolf's venom. Three days later, my oldest brother, Ethan, asked the butler, “Has Freya learned her lesson?” By then, I was already dead. My body was already starting to rot.

I’m the princess of the Hillrose Family. He’s Blair Falcone, Don of the Falcone Family. A perfect match. We were New York's power couple, the envy of everyone in the underworld. Until three days before our wedding. One minute, we were lost in each other, his body moving inside me, his lips trailing fire across my skin. The next, he calmly announces, "Flora, there's something I have to tell you." "Legally, I already have a wife. The old man married me off to her six years ago. She's the daughter of a man who took a bullet for him." "If you can live with it," he continued, "our marriage is still on. As planned." I stared at him in disbelief. "What about me? What were our six years?" He took a slow drag from his cigar. "I know what this is. So, what's it gonna be?" My hand instinctively went to my stomach. He didn't know. I was going to tell him my happy secret tonight: I was pregnant. But now, I wasn't going to tell him a damn thing.

Cinq ans après mon mariage avec Dante Moretti, le Don de la mafia de Paris, tout le monde savait qu'il m'aimait plus que sa propre vie. Il s'était fait tatouer un violon pour moi, juste à côté de son blason familial, un symbole de loyauté qui ne pouvait jamais être effacé. Jusqu'au jour où j'ai reçu la photo envoyée par sa maîtresse. Une serveuse de bar, nue, vautrée dans ses bras, la peau marquée de sombres ecchymoses laissées par un sexe brutal. Elle avait griffonné son prénom juste à côté du tatouage violon. Et mon mari l'avait laissée faire. « Dante dit que seul le fait d'être en moi lui permet encore de se sentir un homme. Tu n'arrives même plus à le faire bander, pas vrai, chère Alessia ? Peut-être qu'il est temps de t'effacer. » Je n'ai pas répondu. J'ai simplement passé un seul appel. « J'ai besoin d'une nouvelle identité et d'un billet d'avion pour partir. »

Tiga tahun setelah aku menjalani pernikahan yang diatur dengan pewaris Keluarga Wiranegara, orang yang pernah pergi, kembali lagi. Sudah delapan kali dia meninggalkanku demi Julisa. Kali ke-sembilan, dia meninggalkanku bersimbah darah di pinggir jalan akibat tembakan, hanya untuk lari menemui Julisa yang meneleponnya karena merasa sedikit pusing. "Dia membutuhkanku. Kamu mengerti, 'kan, Kirana?" Kali ini, aku tidak berjuang untuknya. Dia tidak tahu tentang taruhan yang kubuat dengan Julisa. Kali ke-sembilan dia meninggalkanku, aku yang akan pergi untuk selamanya. Jadi, pada hari ulang tahunnya, aku meletakkan selembar akta cerai yang sudah ditandatangani di mejanya, lalu naik pesawat meninggalkannya.

Me desangraba en una esquina tras un ataque de una familia rival. Mi esposo, Dante —el subjefe de la familia Torrino— estaba en su auto, sosteniendo a la hermanita de su mejor amigo. Me lanzó una mirada fría y dijo: —Déjala. No es nadie. Más tarde, cuando otro me salvó, caminé a casa empapada en mi propia sangre. Encontré a Dante meciendo a Serafina, preocupadísimo por ella. Ella solo tenía una rodilla raspada. ¿Y la sangre que cubría mi ropa? Ni siquiera la vio. Solo observé. No dije nada. Luego saqué mi teléfono y llamé a mi madre: —Mamá, necesito volver a casa.

My Alpha was gravely wounded in a battle with a rival pack. But I wasn’t worried. I wasn’t even flustered. I let him go, three thousand kilometers away, to be healed. Because in my past life, Damien got himself injured on purpose, all to give his healer mistress, Isla, a shot at glory. Worried sick about him, I forced our pack’s healers to treat him instead. But Isla lost her one shot at fame. Without it, she couldn't secure her place in any pack and eventually killed herself. Damien's life was saved, but he blamed me for her death. He poisoned me, leaving me to die in agony. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right before Damien got hurt.

The sixth year I gave up my family, my name, everything, to be with Marcus. That’s when I found out I was just a stand-in for the one he could never forget. And now, she was back. I accepted my family’s arrangement. The marriage alliance. The day my engagement dress arrived at the office, Marcus looked pissed. “I thought we agreed we’d get married when my career was more stable.” I said nothing. But when the wedding invitation arrived, Marcus finally broke. The groom wasn't him. It was the heir to the Moretti family.

Por cinco anos, fui casada com o herdeiro da família Romano, a maior família criminosa da Itália. Todas as noites, ele me abraçava e sussurrava: — Só me dê um herdeiro, e eu lhe darei todo o império Romano. Mas eu nunca engravidei, e a decepção do Don comigo crescia a cada mês que passava. Até que descobri que meu marido vinha trocando secretamente meu ácido fólico por pílulas anticoncepcionais. Eu ainda estava em choque de raiva quando vi uma postagem da ex-namorada dele: uma foto de ultrassom. A legenda era doce e presunçosa: Dez semanas. Vincent disse que mal pode esperar para conhecer o bebê. Ao ver a enxurrada de felicitações, tomei minha decisão. Encontrei o contato do meu ex-namorado — o mesmo que passou os últimos cinco anos tentando me reconquistar. Enviei a ele uma única mensagem. [Dê-me um mês. Depois disso, eu vou com você.]