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Someone posted a love confession to me on the college's confession wall. But then my roommate's boyfriend left a comment claiming I had slept with every guy on campus. I was furious and ready to call the police. My roommate begged me to forgive her boyfriend, promising she'd make him apologize publicly on the confession wall. But before that apology ever came, an adult video started circulating in the student group chats. Everyone was saying I was the girl in the video. The college summoned me for a meeting and suggested I take a leave of absence. When I went home, my parents refused to acknowledge me as their daughter. I lost everything. Depression consumed me, and with the endless rumors, I finally gave in to despair and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, it was the day my name first appeared on the confession wall.

After I studied and lived in Descensio for five years, I finally graduated and was ready to return to my home country to take over my dad's company. When I arrived at the Sullivan Group building, I took a picture and posted it on my Instagram story with the caption. 'Since you're the man I love most, I'm here to see you immediately after graduation.' Yet, a woman appeared out of nowhere and slapped me as soon as I arrived at the company's lobby. "It's her! She's the hussy! She had seduced my husband back in high school. Now that my husband has become the director, she shamelessly showed up here to flirt with him. So, I want you girls to beat her up. I'll take the blame if anything happens." While the woman was cooking up a story about me seducing Marcus Lane, a director of Sullivan Group, others around simply looked on coldly and judged me. She slashed my limited-edition bag to pieces and smashed the expensive seal I wanted to give my dad. "You're just a gold digger wearing and buying fake luxury goods. It's just a few hundred dollars. I can still afford to pay you." However, little did she know that everything I had was real. Even if she and her director husband worked for the rest of their lives, they would never be able to afford to pay for the damages.

At just 19, Sienna lost her parents and, as the Alpha’s daughter, was forced to inherit the pack early. But on the eve of her wedding, her fated mate—Julian—betrayed her. If she didn’t go through with the marriage, she’d lose her right to the pack’s leadership the very next day. With no other choice, she married her parents’ most trusted Gamma: Asher Blake. What she doesn’t know? Asher’s real name is Alaric Valmor—a noble Lycan prince and the true heir to the kingdom...

"Ceraikan Kiyara!" ucapan Ardi, bagai petir di siang bolong, membuat ponsel Bian yang ada di tangan pria itu meluncur bebas ke lantai. "Kau tidak akan bisa membahagiakannya. Kau hanya bisa membuatnya semakin menderita." Suara Ardi membuat wajah Bian merah padam. Ipar gila, sungutnya menahan emosi. Sedangkan Kiyara langsung mematung. Kepalanya mendadak pening, mendengar ucapan kakaknya. Siapa yang sudah mencetuskan ide gila itu? Apa yang akan Kiyara lakukan ketika dipaksa untuk bercerai dengan Bian, lelaki yang ia cintai, yang sudah menemaninya selama sepuluh tahun pernikahan? Akankah Kiyara setia padanya , untuk berjuang bersama atau justru menyerah pada nasib?

Seorang gadis bernama Rara terpaksa menerima tugas khusus atasannya, untuk membantu mengatasi kebangkrutan yang sudah mengincar perusahaan yang dipimpin oleh putranya,sejak beberapa bulan terakhir. Berbagai penolakan dilakukan secara terselubung oleh Raka, sang CEO. Ia sangat membenci asisten barunya itu. Berbagai hal licik dilakukan Raka untuk membuat Rara menyerah , mengundurkan diri menjadi asistennya. Namun kenyataannya, ia harus mengakui keahlian sang asisten. Raka mulai terbiasa dengan kehadiran Rara, hingga suatu hari Widjanarko menugasi Rara untuk membantunya menyelesaikan masalah perusahaannya di luar negeri. Raka yang mulai tergantung pada Rara, tidak ingin Rara pergi dari sisinya. Bagaimana kisah Raka dan Rara selanjutnya?

Kekecewaaan Dinda karena tak kunjung lulus dari sidang skripsi, membuatnya bersumpah akan menerima pinangan pria yang mengajaknya menikah dalam waktu dekat. Tanpa diduga, petir menggelegar seakan mengamini sumpah Dinda. Akankah Dinda dapat melewati sidang skripsi untuk yang ketiga kali dengan hasil yang memuaskan? Atau perjuangannya berakhir di meja KUA? Simak perjalanan skripsi dan cinta Dinda berikut ini.

When you're a nerd and had a juicy night with the notorious bad boy. You're 💔 to find out the night was a game. He's dared to take your v card. Yrs later, you saw him, the rising hockey star, on a national tv show. When he’s asked why he's always single, Him: I'm waiting for my girl to accept my apology. Then he looked straight at the camera. You heard your name "Evie, I'm sorry. " In less than an hour, #foundevie is the hottest hashtag on social media...

I had been Silas Sterling's mate for seven years. We decided to get tattoos of each other's names. This was a Binding Tattoo that represented eternal love in the Moonstone Wolf pack. It had the power to bind mates eternally. When I got the tattoo, I realized the malicious words 'Public Male Amenity' had been tattooed on my chest. It chilled me to the bone. My adopted sister, Greta Pound, was the one who tattooed me. She covered her mouth as she laughed. "Don't you always enjoy attracting the attention of all the male werewolves by dressing so skimpily in the pack, Freya? I'm just helping you to publicize this." Greta was a female werewolf I had saved. Why was she treating me this way when I treated her like my sister? I grabbed her hair angrily, but Silas pushed me violently to the side as he pulled Greta protectively into his arms. He frowned as he berated me unhappily, "Greta was just joking with you. Why are you so mad about it?" I stared at his bare chest where my name should be tattooed. However, the name 'Greta' was there instead. She looked up at me from Silas' arms and smiled innocently yet tauntingly at me. "Silas said our names rhymed, Freya, so I played a joke by tattooing my name on him. You aren't mad about this, are you?"

On my 50th wedding anniversary, I took my worn, crumbling marriage certificate to City Hall to renew it. The clerk glanced at it—and froze. “This certificate is fake. Our records show you’ve never been married.” I stared. “Impossible. I’ve been married to Damien Slater for fifty years.” The clerk pulled up his file. “Well…Yes, Mr. Slater is married—but his wife’s name is Vanessa Grant.” Vanessa. His widowed sister-in-law. A military doctor who’d spent decades living among the troops. My hands shook as I returned home and confronted Damien. He didn’t even try to deny it. “I’ve treated you well all these years. Isn’t that enough? Vanessa is my true love. I only ever wanted her—our children, our life.” My son counseled me and said, “To spare your feelings, my parents kept it a secret their whole lives. You’re getting old now. What more do you want?” Only then did I learn the truth. The child I had raised with my own hands was never mine by blood. Decades ago, Vanessa and I gave birth on the same day. To ensure her child would grow up with intellect, privilege, and a future that I could provide, Damien switched our children. My own son? Damien drowned him in the pond the moment he drew breath. And I—fool that I was—raised Vanessa’s boy as my own. I even got him all the way to Claremont University. The truth broke me, and I collapsed. When I opened my eyes again—I was back. Back to the day I went into labor.

As the male lead, Henry Johnston, forces himself on me, a row of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Henry is about to misunderstand and think Aria drugged him! The angst is about to begin!" "I'm thrilled just thinking about Henry regretting dearly after Aria dies!" "Keep up the act, Henry. After she dies, you'll be hugging her corpse and crying every day." That is when I realize that I am the tragic female lead in a story where I am destined to be tormented until I die. The readers treat my death as a highlight to push the plot forward. They are counting down to my death. As I look at Henry, who is panting on top of me, anger courses through me. I grab a table lamp and smash it into him, killing him on the spot. Who says that the one who dies in a toxic romance story must always be the female lead?