Story Romantis

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.

Adena seorang wanita yang menginginkan kisah cinta yang romantis, tetapi telah berpacaran dengan Akmal seorang pria yang super cuek selama 4 tahun tanpa memperdulikan keromantisan dalam hubungan asmaranya dengan Adena. Kemudian hadirlah sosok pria yang sangat romantis dalam kehidupan Adena yang sesuai dengan kriterianya, yaitu Adi. Kisah cinta yang rumit pun di mulai.

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?

"Vendi, jangan sentuh lagi .... Tubuhku gatal sekali ...." Di dalam kamar, kakak tetangga membuka kakinya. Wajahnya memerah karena sekujur tubuhnya tidak nyaman. Kerah bajunya terbuka, memperlihatkan sebagian besar kulit putihnya. Aku tak tahan lagi dan naik ke tubuhnya. "Kak, gatal sekali ya? Mau kubantu?"

Setelah dipecat dari perusahaan, aku kerja jadi satpam di sebuah gym. Tidak terpikir di sini aku bisa bertemu primadona kampus yang selama ini kuimpikan sejak kuliah. Tengah malam, gym kosong tanpa seorang pun. Matanya tampak linglung, penuh hasrat, tubuhnya gemetar penuh kenikmatan. Primadona itu menggenggam tanganku erat, perlahan arahkan alat pijat di tanganku ke area pribadinya ....

Aku terlahir dengan libido yang rendah. Hal ini pun membuat suamiku merasa frustrasi. Oleh karena itu, dia merekomendasikan seorang dokter pengobatan tradisional yang terkenal kepadaku .... Aku tidak menyangka cara pengobatannya ternyata seperti ini...

"Bi Ellie, kalau kamu nggak mau beri tahu pihak kampus soal putramu, sebaiknya kamu menurut." Teman sekelas putraku di universitas memeluk pinggangku dan memaksa ingin mengangkat rokku. Aku terus meronta, tapi entah kenapa di dalam hatiku justru timbul gelora yang membara ....

"Dik, bantu jilat di sini. Pakai sedikit tenaga ...." Demi membantuku memulihkan fungsi kemaluanku, gadis cantik di depanku berjongkok dan bekerja keras mengisap. Dia adalah pelatih sepedaku. Karena kurang hati-hati, dia tidak sengaja menabrak bagian bawahku. Saat ini, dia membantuku membangun kembali keperkasaanku dengan cemas. Sementara aku sebenarnya sudah pulih dan sedang menikmati bibir mungilnya yang seperti ceri. Yang lebih tak kusangka, sepertinya dia menjilat sampai muncul reaksi.

After returning home from a flight, I realize that my bottle of hair conditioner has run out in the bathroom. The thing is, my husband, Carlos Zappa, doesn't use hair conditioner at all. Seeing Carlos through the frosted glass, I decide to probe him for answers. "Did any guests stay over lately? Or have you started doing hair care?" Carlos flips through the documents, which are stamped with the Zappa family crest, impatiently at my questions. "Maybe a maid accidentally toppled the bottle over when she was cleaning the bathroom. Also, why are you annoying me with such minuscule matters?" When I put on the bathrobe, I feel a ticklish sensation coming from the collar. As soon as I look down, I notice a strand of dried yellow hair being entangled in the collar. The moment the steam dissipates, I see two pairs of intertwining handprints on the bathroom's glass door. I never thought that my home would grow this popular during my one-week trip away from home. I've been married to Carlos for three years, and yet this is my first time finding out that he's actually this wild in bed. So, I secretly text my father, the Don of the Carozza family. "Dad, Carlos has cheated on me. Does the bet we made three years ago still count?"

"The Rossi family doesn't need a Don. We just need a Donna." As the only heiress of the Rossi family, this was the law that I had set when I received the Browning pistol—a pistol that resembles the ultimate authority in the Rossi family—from my Papa when he was on his deathbed. But three years ago, the police relentlessly investigated the money laundering business that my fiance, Lorenzo Moretti, was in charge of. If that business were to get exposed, the Rossi family's hundred-year-old legacy would be ruined. In order to protect my family's legacy and to allow Lorenzo to continue legalizing my family's businesses, I decided to become the scapegoat for all the crimes. On the rainy night of my arrest, I personally handed the pistol over to Lorenzo. "Protect my family for me before my return." This gave Lorenzo legitimate authority to run my family. He used the pistol to purge my subordinates and take over the family business. He even broke my law by announcing to the public that he'd become the next Don soon. An invitation with golden borders is soon leaked from the family's inner circle. Lorenzo's and another woman's names are printed on the cover. During a visit, my private lawyer says mockingly, "If you don't get out of prison now, the Rossi family might take on another man's last name for real." I just sneer in response. After that, I get bailed out of jail in advance and return home to celebrate Lorenzo's "funeral". But no matter how many times I scan my iris at the biometric scanner in the estate, the result always comes out wrong. A young woman, who's toying with the pistol, opens the door at that moment. The contempt and disdain in her eyes are plain to see. "Where the hell did a crazy woman like you come from? You came to the wrong place. This is my private turf, you know."