Scary True Crime

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?

I died once—on the eve of their wedding. He held her in his arms while the one I loved most shoved me into the firelight. Laughter and the gleam of blood were the final scene before I left this world. But the Moon Goddess seemed to have pity for me. I was reborn and sent back to the point where everything first collapsed—the day my parents forced me to give up the Alpha’s love, forced me to go abroad, forced me to ‘disappear sensibly’ like a joke. My lover texted me to ‘stop fantasizing,’ and had me to watch with my own eyes as he tangled with her. In my previous life I knelt and begged, cried as I explained, begged them to believe in what the Moon Goddess had ordained. This time, I smiled and agreed to every one of their demands. I would go; I would be good; I would be more obedient than anyone. But when I turned back again, I would never beg for anyone’s forgiveness. I would make them watch with their own eyes how the Omega that was trampled into the mud, little by little, tore apart their so‑called destiny and glory.

"You haven't seen the last of me," a word her father had taught her to say to the bullies. Sloane West adapts to the lifestyle of crime and operates mainly in Rhode island. When things get bad for her she decides to move to California where she meets the handsome young looking CEO of the first Jewelry company in California. She tries to manipulate him into giving her gems by playing with his feelings, as time goes on she realizes he, Fred Manchester was one of the kids who had bullied her back then, she seeks on not only stealing from him but also breaking him. But what happens when Sloane starts developing a soft spot for him, is she as manipulative as they think or she truly had fallen for her target?

Becoming a lecturer with promising carreer, and everything seems to be smooth for Sudirman Wira Atmaja or Dirman. But, behind the profession that he holds, there always debt need to be fulfilled. No free lunch that's what they say from the other side of the world. Accepting offer to work for high class shopping center in southern Malang with attempting fee, and holds key to decide campus policies, very nice isn't it? But, there is something Dirman doesn't realize. Something that could drag him down to deepest regret slum.

Empat mayat pria tanpa identitas ditemukan dalam kondisi mengenaskan di empat tempat berbeda secara hampir bersamaan. Penyelidikan dilakukan. Aipda Zen Devano, seorang anggota tim identifikasi sidik jari INAFIS Polertabes dibantu istrinya yang seorang penulis fiksi kriminal terkenal, Kanaya Susan Olivia, mulai melakukan penelusuran benang merah kasus tersebut karena terindikasi pembunuhan berantai. Identitas korban satu persatu terpecahkan. Namun, penyelidikan mengalami jalan buntu karena antara satu korban dengan yang lainnya sama sekali tidak memiliki hubungan apa pun. Saat kasus tersebut tidak mengalami perkembangan dan hampir dilupakan, korban kelima ditemukan. Ini adalah kesempatan terakhir Aipda Zen untuk menangkap pelaku pembunuhan berantai tersebut sebelum dia membunuh lebih banyak lagi. Siapa sebenarnya pelaku? Apa motifnya membunuh begitu banyak laki-laki?

Thaddeus Carter is on the journey of fulfilling his dreams when he faces situations that demands his decisions. Let's find out how he handles the situations and how he handles his big bad- Kong. He will do anything to save his neighborhood, but when it comes to family...

Love, mercy, kind and forgiveness; are the most disgusting words and cursed feelings for Arra Castillo. As she grows up the only feeling that she knows is "Revenge." She only wanted the right justice for her parents, but the law could not give it to her. That is why, she will gonna make her own justice— a kind of justice that they would never want. For Arra, among all the people that she wanted to get revenge, only Larry Santrivella is really hard to find. Though, she already knew that Larry Santrivella was the mastermind of all what happened to her family, the problem is, she cannot find where the hell Santrivella was hiding. Until such time, she needs to pretend to fall in love with someone and this man was the son of the man who killed her parents. She needs to do this because for her this is the only right thing to do to catch and kill this killer, and she could have the justice that she's longing for a long time. What if in her pretense that she love this man name Kenny came true? What if she already fall in love with him? Does she could still kill the father of the man that she already loved?

On the first day I reunite with the wealthy Holloways, as soon as I step into the villa, I'm instantly whisked into a car with tinted windows. The fake heiress, Kate Holloway, cuts my ID and bank card with a pair of scissors right in front of my biological parents. She grins smugly at me the whole time. "You see, Rosalie, I've offended that one person who must not be offended at all costs in Ravenfield. You should go kneel in his estate for a few days. Think of this as your way to repay the Hollways for giving birth to you in this world." My heartless parents even tell the driver, "Make sure that she doesn't escape. It all depends on her whether or not our family will be able to survive this crisis." The journey to the mysterious man's estate is bumpy. But the scenery outside the window becomes more familiar as time passes. Finally, the driver stops right outside a well-guarded estate. He reports in a frightened tone, "W-We are here to deliver the girl to Mr. Whitethorn." Mr. Whitethorn? As in the powerful man who is prone to mood swings and can easily make families such as the Holloways go into bankruptcy with just a twitch of his finger? Wait, isn't that Dominic Whitethorn, my adoptive father who has doted on me since I was a little girl? The Holloways have chosen to make me the scapegoat in order to protect Kate. They probably never would've thought that the fearsome Mr. Whitethorn, who's capable of determining their survival, has scoured the entire city for me because I didn't come home last night.

I was the heiress switched at birth by a nanny. It was not until I turned eighteen that my biological parents finally found me, and traded me back for the girl they had raised and loved as their own. However, fate played a cruel joke that very same week. My parents died in a car accident. The family business collapsed. In one night, I lost everything. My older brother survived, but his kidneys failed. I did not hesitate. I gave him mine. However, grief broke something in him. Blaming me for our parents' deaths, he spiraled into madness. "You killed Mom and Dad! Why wasn't it you who died instead?" he screamed. I gave up college and took on three jobs a day just to pay for his treatment. Years passed. One day, while cleaning a mansion as a housekeeper, I saw her, the "sister" I was traded for, gliding through a lavish party, dressed in designer clothes and dripping in jewels. I froze when I heard the voices I had long thought silenced. My parents, alive, speaking to her as gently as ever: "Jasmine, you're so compassionate… agreeing to end Helen's punishment early." My brother, the one who should still be seeing a therapist, frowned and objected. "No. Not even a day less. Just because she suffers a little doesn't mean she deserves to live." I glanced down at the medical report still warm in my hands. For the first time in years, I smiled. "Perfect," I whispered. "Now I can finally die like I wanted to."

Eight years ago, my cousin Wendy Cooper was involved in a drunk driving hit-and-run. Yet, my parents made sure all the evidence pointed toward me. The victim's family waited outside my school every day with gasoline, threatening to die with me. Because of that, the school took away my guaranteed admission to university. That day, my parents and brother all tried to persuade me. "Wendy's terrified. Just give her your spot to make her feel better." I refused, fought back, and even tried to talk them out of it. But the next day, they handed me over to the police themselves. Lance Stewart, my fiance and a powerful business tycoon, had orchestrated it all. As he was afraid I'd run or cause trouble, he personally pinned several charges on me and sent me to an isolated island prison. He left me with no way out. When my sentence began, he made me a promise. "Esme, just endure it for a few years. I'll get you out once Wendy graduates, and then we'll get married."