Suitcase Artinya

“Listen, I want a divorce. You signed a contract on the day of our wedding alright?.. You give me a son and we can have a divorce whenever… plus I’m in love with someone else. I’ve always loved her even before we got married and I just want to be with her now… not you.” With that he pick up his suitcase and leaves the room. I know I signed a prenup, but a contract? I follow him down the stairs and out of the house, unable to speak a single word. “I don’t remember a contract.” I finally say to him, my voice sounding so broken and I can’t help but cry more at how foreign my own voice sounds. He stands at the door of his car and stares at me for a while. “I’ll have my lawyer send you a copy of the contract you signed. I’d like to have the divorce finalized before I have to leave the country next month. Have a good night Skylar.” Skylar doesn’t expect this from her husband when he comes home one night, having disappeared two weeks prior. A month later, she’s divorced, disowned and pregnant, working and living in an entirely different city, trying to find herself again. Can she do it? Will she ever be able to find happiness? Jason finds himself miserable after divorcing Skylar. He tries to look for her, but his search is fruitless. Years later, he finally meets her again. However, she isn’t a gullible young lady anymore. He has to struggle to earn her forgiveness. Will he succeed?

“Jim,” she moaned. “Please don’t go…” “No way, baby.” He held her face in both of his hands, his thumbs tracing the curve of her perfect lips. “I’m not going anywhere.” He spun her now, pushed her up against the wall next to the door. His arms were raised above her, his hands flat on the wall, and he lowered his head to kiss her, slow and hot. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and he almost groaned to feel those hands on him. “Kat,” he said against her mouth, his voice hoarse with want. “I need you.” **** Katherine Lawrence has built her life around disappearing. No records. No roots. A packed suitcase by the door. New hair every two weeks. No past, no attachments, and no reason to stay. When she’s finally forced to spill her secrets to a group of ex–Rangers and an ex-sniper, Jim Alden is assigned one job: keep Kat alive… and keep her from running. Jim is as guarded and dangerous as she is infuriating. He wants to shake her for her distrust – and kiss her until she forgets how to flee. When Kat’s past finally claws into the light, Jim makes her a promise she doesn’t believe anyone can keep: safety, honesty, and a place to stand still. But the past never stops hunting. As old enemies close in and lives hang in the balance, Kat is ready to vanish again, alone, afraid, and free. Unless Jim can convince her that staying is worth the risk… and that this time, she won’t have to run.

On the night of our ninth wedding anniversary, my husband—Damian Grant, the man who ruled the mafia by day and once ruled my heart by night—did not bring me roses. He gave the bouquet that should have been mine to Serena Lane, his personal assistant. Beneath the chandelier where we once danced on our wedding night, he turned to me with that same cold charm he once used to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. “She's pregnant.” Finally, everything fell into place. “She's a picky eater. From today onward, you’ll cook three meals a day for her. And no repeats. “She’s sensitive and hates sleeping alone, so you’ll need to move your things into the guest room.” The room fell silent. I did not raise my voice, nor did I shed a single tear. I simply picked up my packed suitcase and walked to the door. The butler tried to stop me, but Damian did not even blink. “She’ll come back.” He lazily swirled the wine in his glass. “She’ll come back crying and begging within three days.” Our guests burst out laughing. They placed a million-dollar bet right in front of me. They were betting on whether I would be back before the night was over, begging Damian to let me back in like a pathetic stray dog with my tail between my legs. However, they did not know I had already received the family heirloom from my real father. I booked my flight to get far, far away from everyone I used to know. This time, I really left.

When I was three years old, my twin brothers, Silas and Julian, nearly died in an explosion while trying to save me. The Vampire King happened to pass by and turned them into high-ranking vampires. He had wanted to turn me too, so our family could stay together forever, but they refused. The King's power was too overwhelming, they said-the transformation would be agonizing. So they promised to turn me themselves when I turned eighteen. They spent every last penny they had on an impossibly rare serum-a blood-calming agent that would ensure I survived the transformation safely. But six months ago, they brought home a fifteen-year-old human orphan named Elena. Silas snatched my serum and handed it to Elena, his voice cold as ice. "You're strong enough to endure the transformation on your own. Elena is far more fragile than you-she needs this more." Julian's face twisted with undisguised contempt. He pointed at the door and snarled, "Get out! Don't come back until you learn to share!" I didn't say a word. I picked up the suitcase I'd already packed and disappeared into the rainy night. They assumed I was just throwing a tantrum. They figured I'd come crawling back in a few days. To celebrate ridding themselves of their "burden," they took the orphan on a vacation to the Caribbean coast-the trip I'd been dreaming about for years. But when they returned to the castle two weeks later, they were stunned to discover that I had undergone the Vampire King's transformation personally. Not only that-I had voluntarily signed a hundred-year agreement to join a classified isolation research project studying resistance to holy silver and crucifixes. A century of solitary confinement. I was never coming back. That day, they completely fell apart.

Suasana meledak, semua orang maju. Aku segera bergerak cepat ke arah Salma yang langsung melayangkan kakinya ke selangkangan dua pria yang mengapitnya. Aku meraih tangan Salma. Sesuai arahku Ferdi dan tiga temannya mengikutiku. "Fer, bawa!" Aku melepas lengan Salma. Ferdi bergegas menariknya menjauhiku. "Keluar!" tegasku sambil menunjuk arah belakang yang memang kosong. "Nggak, Arka!" teriak Salma, terus menjulurkan tangan. Aku tersenyum. Salma perlahan hilang. Syukurlah mereka berhasil kabur. Hampir lima belas menit, aku masih bertahan. Banyak dari mereka yang langsung tumbang setelah kuhajar. Tapi beberapa serangan berhasil membuat sekujur badanku babak belur. Kini penglihatanku sudah mulai runyam. Aku segera meraih balok kayu yang tergeletak tak jauh, lalu menodongkannya ke segala arah. Tanpa terduga, ada yang menyerangku dari belakang, kepalaku terasa dihantam keras dengan benda tumpul. Kakiku tak kuat lagi menopang, tak lama tubuhku telah terjengkang. Pandanganku menggelap. Sayup-sayup, aku mendengar bunyi yang tak asing. Namun, seketika hening. (Maaf, ya, jika ada narasi maupun dialog yang memakai Bahasa Sunda. Kalau mau tahu artinya ke Mbah Google aja, ya, biar sambil belajar plus ada kerjaan. Ehehehe. Salam damai dari Author) Ikuti aku di cuiter dan kilogram @tadi_hujan, agar kita bisa saling kenal.

Tiana Greene arrives on Lycan Isle with nothing but a suitcase, a scarred past, and a desperate need for work. When she is hired as a maid in the sprawling cliff-side mansion of Ross Lycan – the island’s reclusive billionaire – she expects long hours, strict rules, and silence. What she does not expect is the man himself: cold as the steel in his voice, brutally private, and carrying a shadow in his gaze that keeps everyone at arm’s length. Rumours whisper through the island of former staff fleeing in fear, of Ross’s cruelty, and of the mysteriously vanished brother whose memory haunts the mansion halls. Tiana tries to keep her distance, but every forbidden glance and accidental touch tightens the invisible thread pulling them together. When a near-fatal accident on the cliffs pushes Ross into her life more violently than either of them intended, the dynamic shifts. Ross grows protective yet distant, drawn to Tiana in ways he cannot accept – while she fights her own confusion over the man beneath the frost. As the annual island festival approaches, tensions rise. Tiana becomes a target for the island’s elite women, whose humiliation of her sparks a dangerous, possessive reaction in Ross. Social pressure thickens, rumours spread, and the boundaries of employer and servant begin to blur into something darker, deeper, and irresistibly intimate. But everything changes the night Tiana slips into a forbidden study and uncovers the truth about Ross’s past – a past woven with loss, guilt, and secrets buried beneath the island’s stormy surface. Now she must decide. Can she love a man built from shadows? And can Ross love someone brave enough to walk into the darkness he’s spent years trying to hide?

“Come on, Juliet… it’s time to write a new story.” After years trapped in an abusive marriage, Juliet Pierce finally runs. Alone, with two children and a suitcase full of trauma, she leaves behind the luxury — and George Monroe, the man she once loved — in search of a new beginning. The destination? Manhattan. The plan? Just survive. But everything changes on her first night working as a waitress at Paradise, an exclusive BDSM club where pleasure meets power. Afraid of being recognized, she wears a mask — a shield she desperately needs. And that’s where she crosses paths with Noah Blake: billionaire CEO, relentless Dominant, and co-owner of the club. He sees her. He wants her. He has no idea who she really is… yet. Days later, Juliet applies for a position as Noah’s assistant. This time, she’s not wearing a mask — and he starts putting the pieces together. Juliet wants distance. Noah wants to tame her. “I do love a challenge,” he says. Juliet is everything he never expected: funny, bold, intense — fragile on the outside, but with eyes that reveal how untamed she truly is. He wants her on her knees. She wants to prove she can love without losing herself. What begins as a dangerous arrangement becomes a quiet war between fear and desire, past and redemption. But Juliet’s past is closer than she thinks. And when it resurfaces to haunt her, she’ll have to choose: surrender… or fight for herself — and maybe, for the love of a man who swore he would never love. “It was in that moment I realized I was about to discover: Whether this would be a nightmare… or the best experience of my life.”

Lima tahun setelah pernikahanku dengan Yovan Murdaya, seorang Bos Besar mafia, dia meninggalkanku dalam keadaan sekarat saat baku tembak untuk menyelamatkan selingkuhannya, Diana. Aku terbangun tiga hari kemudian di kamar VIP rumah sakit. Tanpa ada permintaan maaf. Yovan bersikap dingin. “Kau itu istriku, tentu saja sudah tahu resikonya. Jadi, jangan lebay.” Lalu, dia menambahkan, “Tapi, Diana berbeda. Dia itu rapuh dan membutuhkanku.” Setelah itu, selama tiga bulan aku diabaikan. Seperti biasa, dia berharap akulah yang akan menyerah dan kembali memohon maaf. Tiga bulan kemudian, aku menyerahkan kesepakatan dengan orang Irlanda kepada Diana begitu saja. Itu kesepakatan besar yang telah kubangun sendiri selama setengah tahun. Yovan mengira itu artinya aku sedang membujuknya. Dia tersenyum, sesuatu yang langka dan tulus akhir-akhir ini. “Sudah kuduga kau akan berubah pikiran. Sebagai hadiah, kita akan pergi ke Vergasi. Aku tahu kau selalu ingin pergi ke sana.” Keesokan harinya, Diana mengeluh bosan, dan Yovan kembali mengingkari janjinya. Dia malah membawa wanita itu ke Vergasi, dan mengatakan padaku bahwa itu karena ada urusan keluarga yang mendesak. Kali ini, aku tidak menangis, juga tidak membuat keributan. Yovan senang aku menjadi begitu pengertian. Tapi dia tidak tahu bahwa sebenarnya aku sudah memutuskan semua hubungan dengan Keluarga Murdaya. Dan, bahwa dia sudah menandatangani surat perjanjian cerai kami. Akhirnya, aku bebas.

He pinned me against the wall. "You are nothing but trash from my past", he said. "Just a used toy from the past" a loud sound resonated in his office. Coming to my senses I understood that the devil was slapped. By me. I looked at him with tears in my eyes, afraid of his reaction. But his face was completely blank; he was touching the cheek I had slapped. I opened my mouth to apologize but nothing came out. Instead a pair of soft lips were roughly placed on mine like it was punishing me. Being the ex-wife of a billionaire is not fun. Especially when he promises you the world and in the end leaves you with nothing but just a suitcase of clothes. Claire White is the former Claire Knight, billionaire Adam Knight's ex-wife. Their marriage as well as the divorce was the most gossiped about and favorite topic of everyone in New York. During their marriage the headlines were: New York's most eligible bachelor marries the poor waitress within a week. Is she pregnant? Or just a gold digger who couldn't wait to get her hands on Knight's large fortune? And after divorce: Adam Knight finally confirms divorce with Claire White and states, she was just a gold digger. Now after 5 years Adam Knight is in California, both of them meet, sparks fly. But Claire is not alone now. She has a 5 year old daughter with her who looks nothing like Adam. Now Adam is one hundred percent sure she is a cheater who played with his feelings and his money too. So now he is hell bent on making her pay in every possible way. But secrets are revealed in the most unexpected ways. Is she really a gold digger? Or a victim of circumstance?

Selama lima tahun, Alessandro Wijanarko adalah sosok pria sempurna. Setidaknya, itulah yang selalu kupercaya. Semua keyakinan itu runtuh pada malam pesta pertunangan kami, saat perempuan simpanannya menerobos masuk, menggandeng seorang bocah lelaki berusia sekitar lima tahun. Anak itu langsung berlari ke arah Alessandro sambil menangis tersedu. “Ayah! Ayah, akhirnya aku menemukanmu!” Ini pasti lelucon. Lelucon yang kejam dan menjijikkan! Namun, Alessandro menoleh padaku. Tak ada lagi kehangatan dalam suaranya ketika dia berbicara. “Ini putraku, Rivan. Sebuah … kesalahan yang Chyntia dan aku buat lima tahun lalu.” Dadaku menegang. “Rivan adalah pewaris Keluarga Wijanarko. Aku harus beri mereka status,” lanjutnya datar. “Artinya, aku harus bertunangan dengan Chyntia dulu.” Dia menatapku, seolah masih berhak memintaku memahami segalanya. “Tapi, Saskia, percayalah. Aku masih mencintaimu. Kita bisa menggelar pesta pertunangan enam bulan lagi. Kamu tetap akan jadi Nyonya Keluarga Wijanarko. Aku harap kamu bisa bersikap lapang dada. Ini keputusan finalku.” Aku tertawa, dingin, singkat, dan tajam, lalu menarik cincin pertunangan dari jariku dan melemparkannya begitu saja. Pandangan mataku menyapu ruangan, lalu berhenti pada seorang pria di sudut aula. Kresna Kartawijaya. Bos mafia paling berkuasa di Vantros. Dan aku satu-satunya pria yang mengetahui satu gelar lain dirinya. Yaitu pria yang sejak lama berniat menjadikanku miliknya. “Kresna,” panggilku, suaraku tenang dan jernih. “Aku sedang butuh tunangan baru. Kamu tertarik tidak?”