Story Vs Epic

Suamiku selalu dipuji oleh teman-teman sebagai suami idaman. Semua orang bilang dia begitu mencintaiku dan menjagaku sepenuh hati. Hingga akhirnya aku pergi melakukan pemeriksaan kehamilan. Kakak sepupuku meneleponnya untuk berpamitan sebelum bunuh diri. Tanpa ragu sedikitpun, dia meninggalkan aku yang sedang hamil enam bulan dan pergi menemuinya dengan panik. Ibuku malah memintaku untuk berlapang dada dan ‘meminjamkan’ suamiku pada kakak sepupuku yang sedang depresi. Abangku juga memarahiku, “Kamu bisa tetap tinggal di rumah ini juga karena Susan membelamu! Jadi, apapun yang dia mau, kasih saja padanya!” Aku merasa ini sungguh keterlaluan. Padahal aku adalah keluarga kalian yang sebenarnya, dia hanyalah pencuri yang merebut posisiku. Namun, saat akhirnya aku memutuskan untuk meninggalkan kalian semua, kenapa justru kalian yang menyesalinya?

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.

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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?

Pada hari aku ketahuan bukanlah putri asli dari sebuah keluarga yang kaya raya, si anak asli menyerbu ke dalam rumah dan menusuk perutku beberapa kali hingga pada akhirnya aku tidak bisa memiliki anak sendiri. Tunanganku sangat marah, begitu pula dengan orang tuaku. Mereka dengan tegas menyatakan tidak akan mengakui anak itu sebagai putri kandung mereka. Untuk menghiburku, tunanganku melamarku secepatnya. Orang tuaku juga menulis surat pernyataan pemutusan hubungan keluarga supaya aku bisa segera sembuh dari cederaku. Kemudian, mereka mengatakan bahwa putri yang tidak mereka akui itu melarikan diri ke luar negeri dan menerima karma dengan dijual ke Myano Utara. Aku percaya pada informasi itu. Enam tahun setelah aku menikah, aku justru melihat putri yang tidak diakui dan seharusnya sedang hidup menderita di Myano Utara itu. Dia sedang bersandar di pelukan suamiku dengan perutnya yang membuncit sambil mendesah. "Kalau saja enam tahun lalu aku nggak marah dan melakukan kesalahan seperti itu, kamu juga nggak perlu menikahi Sisilia." "Untung saja kamu dan orang tuaku memihak padaku. Kalau nggak, aku pasti sudah dipenjara gara-gara si pembohong itu. Dia pasti nggak menyangka aku selama ini hidup di bawah radarnya dan sedang mengandung anakmu." "Begitu anak ini lahir, kamu tinggal cari alasan untuk mengadopsinya dan jadikan putri palsu itu menjadi pengasuh buatku selamanya." "Terima kasih atas kerja kerasmu selama ini, Anton." Sorot tatapan penuh kasih sayang dari putri yang seharusnya tidak diakui itu membuat tunanganku, Anton Raksa, tersipu. "Jangan bilang begitu. Hanya dengan aku menikahinya, kamu baru bisa menjalani hidup tanpa rasa bersalah." "Asalkan kamu senang, semua yang kulakukan itu sepadan." Ternyata suami yang kukira benar-benar mencintaiku itu membohongiku selama ini. Orang tuaku juga membohongiku demi melindungi putri kandung mereka. Baiklah, aku tidak menginginkan mereka lagi!

"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."

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?"

Hari ketika aku mengambil foto pernikahan, putri angkat di keluargaku melepas tudung pengantinku dan berkata dengan suara yang keras: "Adik, bukankah kamu putri angkat keluargaku, kenapa kamu kesini?" "Hari ini adalah hari yang aku mengambil foto pernikahan dengan Felix, sikapmu yang seperti ini bukankah akan mempermalukan Grup Setiawan?" Jika ini sebelumnya, aku pasti sudah kabur sambil menangis. Tapi kebetulan, aku sudah hidup kembali. Aku menampar wajah Maudy: "Apa hakmu untuk berbicara denganku? Siapa kamu, berani-beraninya mengambil foto pernikahan dengan Felix?" "Menurutmu apakah kamu mampu memikul tanggung jawab atas nama Grup Setiawan!"

During a charity gala, my boyfriend bids on a pair of matching watches but gives one of them to his true love. The media excitedly capture the scene and ask, "You bought a million-dollar watch without even batting an eye, Mr. Loewe. You've been single all these years—is it time for you to make an official announcement on your relationship status?" Everyone off stage applauds him, and I join them. I give him my blessings for his so-called announcement. To make it up to me, he attends my birthday celebration. Yet he pushes me into the cake to make his true love happy. Unbeknownst to him, there's a steel rack in the cake to keep it steady. I end up bloodied and on the brink of death.

"ฉันก็ไม่รู้ว่าทำไมยังรักเธอ ทั้งๆที่เธอก็ชอบหนีฉัน" "นิวก็ไม่รู้ว่าทำไมยังรักจักรคนเดียว ทั้งๆที่จักรก็ใจร้ายมากเหมือนกัน"