Studio Larue

Aku menunggu donor jantung selama dua tahun, tetapi jantung itu malah ditransplantasikan oleh suamiku kepada putri palsu keluarga kaya, Inara. Dokter mengatakan aku hanya memiliki sisa waktu hidup satu minggu. Karena itu, aku memutuskan untuk membekukan jenazahku. Aku menyumbangkan jasadku sendiri kepada studio milik Inara. Pada hari aku menandatangani surat donasi, anakku berlari memelukku dan berkata bahwa akhirnya Mama dan Bibi sudah berdamai kembali. Orang tuaku memujiku karena akhirnya aku mengerti arti kasih sayang antarsaudari dan mau saling membantu. Suamiku pun merasa lega, mengatakan bahwa aku akhirnya melepaskan ganjalan di hati dan menjadi lebih pengertian. Aku tersenyum tipis. Ya, kali ini aku benar-benar sudah belajar untuk patuh. Aku akan mengembalikan identitas putri Keluarga Mahardian kepada Inara dan mengabulkan keinginan kalian semua.

In her past life, Lindsay and the adopted daughter of the Harper family were kidnapped together. Tragically, her biological parents, five older brothers, and childhood sweetheart all chose to save the adopted daughter first, resulting in Lindsay's death. Reborn, Lindsay decided to sever ties with her family and break up with her childhood sweetheart. Determined to survive, she set out to conquer the entertainment industry. Her eldest brother, a powerful CEO in the entertainment world, soon witnessed her star studio rise to the top of the industry. Her second brother, a top agent, saw her become the ace agent in the circle. Her third brother, a popular and talented singer, watched as one of her songs quickly topped the charts. Her fourth brother, a genius new director, found himself envious of her film’s box office success. Her fifth brother, a top young idol, saw her win numerous awards and become a top actress. Eventually, her biological parents and five brothers begged for forgiveness, filled with regret. Even her ex-boyfriend, now a renowned actor, begged for reconciliation. Lindsay, however, refused to forgive them.

I used to be the most promising composer of my generation. But while I was working on my latest piece, my husband Charles Lambert's childhood friend destroyed everything I had. She slashed my face, stole my compositions, and set fire to my house—leaving me to burn alive alongside the kitten I'd just adopted. Then, as if my death were just a spark for her success, she posted my compositions online, claiming I'd plagiarized her. And people believed her. Everyone did. Strangers on the internet sneered and spat my name, and my own husband, Charles, chose to believe her over me. Even the International Musical Society rescinded my award and handed it to her without a second thought. My students, who once followed me loyally, were now fawning over her. I became the laughingstock of the entire internet—mocked, discredited, erased. It wasn't until a week later, when someone stumbled upon the charred remains of my lakeside studio, that they found what was left of me.

Grandpa died, and we immediately went for each other's throats over the inheritance. Then a blizzard hit, trapping us all in the family estate. An app appeared on our phones: [THE LAST ZOMBIE: FINAL RECKONING]. We had to pick a hiding spot. The last one standing—the last human standing—would inherit everything. I chose the dark, silent recording studio in the basement. Away from them all. When it was time to pick special powers, my family chose powerful weapons or pocket dimensions full of supplies. I chose Bio-Stasis. It slowed my cells to a crawl, and my body along with them. My stepbrother's fiancée, Chloe, called me an idiot. "Hiding from your family and picking a useless power? You're on a suicide mission." They threw a zombie-slaying party upstairs, already celebrating an inheritance they hadn't even won. Until, one by one, they turned. And started tearing each other apart. What they didn't know... was that I'd rigged the game from the start. The only way to win was to stay completely silent.

It has been 99 times that Henry and I have filed the application for divorce and then withdrawn it. Each time before finalizing the divorce, Henry always waits for me to humbly beg him to stay married. I turned down the offer to be the chief composer at a famous studio in Vienna because Henry didn't want a long-distance relationship. I deleted all my male friends because Henry didn't want me to be too friendly to them. I stopped wearing red lipstick, composing, and traveling alone, because he said married women should stay at home instead of being impulsive. Only after I finally manage to appease him will he allow me to withdraw the divorce application. After my 100th divorce application, as I was leaving, the deputy clerk asked me curiously: "So, when are you going to withdraw your application this time?" I looked at Henry's cold back in front of me, forced to smile with tears, and told myself in my heart— This time, there will be no withdrawal of the application. After the 30-day cooling-off period, we'll be officially divorced. But why did his love only find its voice when I had already walked away?

On the flight to Arlencia, a post popped up: [What's it like to have sex in a wedding dress?] The pic showed a girl yanking some guy's purple tie while he hiked up her gown. His face was blurred, but hers? Straight-up blissed out. Everyone in the comments was swooning over how in love they looked. I didn't swoon. I froze. Because that purple tie? I gave it to Zeke Santoro, my fiancé, a few days ago. And that wedding dress? The exact custom one he had made for me. There was only one. I kept zooming in, heart racing, until I spotted a family photo in the background. My hands were shaking when I called him. "I wanna see the dress," I said. He hesitated. "It's at the studio getting final touches. Not with me right now. I'll show it to you later." I just smiled and hung up. That was all I needed. Zeke cheated—and the girl? His stepsister, Jella. Total circus. I reopened the post and shot her a DM: [Your wedding dress is stunning. I have the same one.]

Macy’s life is simple and sweet. As a music teacher with her own studio, she’s happy in love with her boyfriend, Derick. But her world shatters when his older brother, Liam, returns home—and everything changes. The moment Liam walks into Macy’s life, his wolf recognizes her as his mate. She’s the one he’s destined to be with. But there’s one problem: she’s in love with his brother Derick. Torn between loyalty to his brother and the uncontrollable pull of fate, Liam is forced to make a choice. “She’s my mate, Derick,” Liam confesses, shaking their world to the core. Derick won’t let her go without a fight. “I love her too much to lose her,” he says, refusing to back down. As the brothers clash, Macy is caught in the middle, unaware of the supernatural storm brewing around her. She loves Derick, but the connection she feels with Liam is undeniable. When she discovers the truth about their world—and her place in it—her heart and loyalty are put to the ultimate test. Two brothers. One woman. A bond that could destroy them all. Dive into a tale of forbidden love, devastating choices, and a love triangle that will leave you breathless.

A Dark Addictive Romance 🫦 30 days. One contract. His rules. Maddison Summers never planned to sell herself… until heartbreak and bills left her no choice. “I lost everything in one day… my place at school, my dad’s studio, my house and my boyfriend. Now I’m in a dying billionaire’s penthouse. Corian Van Halen. Billionaire. Possessive. Trouble in every language. One look in his green eyes and I know…. I’m in big trouble. He’s rich enough to make the rules. Reckless enough to break me. I should run. But when the devil calls me his, running feels impossible. And then I find out the worst part… He’s not just my client. He’s the man who owns my dream job. And worse… he’s my ex-boyfriend’s father. Yeah. The same ex who suddenly wants me back. Three years later, I crash into him again… with a little boy who has his eyes. Now Corian wants his son. His woman. His second chance. But I’m not the same girl I used to be. If he wants my heart this time… he’s gonna have to fight for it.”

Di hari pernikahan, tunanganku malah kabur dan menikahi adikku. Di tengah rasa malu di depan semua orang, tiba-tiba William berlutut di hadapanku, meminta aku menikah dengannya. Di kota ini, tak ada yang tidak mengenal William, bujangan emas yang terkenal, idaman semua wanita lajang. Namun, justru dia yang memakaikan cincin di jariku dan menyatakan cinta, “Aku selalu mencintaimu diam-diam. Terima kasih pada takdir karena memberiku kesempatan untuk menghabiskan sisa hidupku bersamamu.” Kami pun menikah. Dia selalu memperlakukanku dengan sangat baik dan semua orang tahu bahwa William tidak akan mencintai siapapun selain aku. Hingga di tahun ketujuh pernikahan kami, aku tak sengaja masuk ke studio lukisnya. Di sana, ada ribuan lukisan Ivy, adikku. Setiap lukisan itu bagaikan pernyataan cinta yang lembut darinya untuk Ivy. Pria yang kucintai itu bahkan pernah berdoa dengan sungguh-sungguh: asal Ivy bisa bahagia, aku rela mengorbankan segalanya, termasuk nyawaku. Ternyata cinta selama tujuh tahun hanya sebuah kebohongan. Sejak awal, yang dia cintai hanyalah Ivy. Kalau begitu, biar akulah yang mundur. Tiga hari kemudian, aku pun pergi. Aku hanya mendoakan William dan Ivy hidup bahagia hingga tua nanti.

I set fire to my painting in front of the entire academy. Thunderous applause erupts from the crowd as everyone thinks it's some kind of performance art. Unlike them, Willow Laurent is distraught. She rushes up and grabs my hand, questioning in a shrill voice, "Cassidy Seymour, have you gone mad? This is your only chance to prove yourself!" I shake her hand off me coldly. My only chance? No… What she means is that it's her chance. In my past life, I created this masterpiece with all my heart and soul. But she stole it from me and submitted it as her entry first. Whether it was the composition, the colors, or even my original dot-stippling technique… She replicated every detail flawlessly. Then, she won the National Young Artists Gold Award, signed with a top gallery, and became a rising star. And what about me? I was condemned as a shameless plagiarist. Insults and curses gradually drowned me. "You shouldn't be an artist!" "Plagiarists are scum! They should just die!" Her fans stormed into my studio, smashed my art supplies, and broke my right hand. As I saw no end to the hell that I was living in, I jumped down from the top floor of my studio. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the very day she first accuses me of plagiarism.