Sun Wukong Staff

Divya Aleshia perempuan desa yang mengadu nasib di kota Metropolitan, Jakarta. Ia pergi bersama dengan sahabatnya yang bernama Valen patrecia. Keduanya sudah mengenal satu sama lain sejak usia 5 tahun. Saat tiba di Jakarta, keduanya langsung mendapat kontrakan dengan harga yang terjangkau. Valen yang bekerja dalam bidang marketing, mengajukan diri pada salah satu perusahaan yang jaraknya lumayan jauh dari kontrakan, dan beruntungnya ia langsung diterima. Sedangkan Divya sudah mengunjungi hampir seluruh perusahaan yang bekerja dalam bidang komunikasi tapi belum juga ada yang menerimanya. Saat ingin pulang ke kontrakan, Divya tidak sengaja bertabrakan dengan seorang pria yang tingginya sekitar 180 cm, pria itu menatap Divya dengan tajam dan aura kekejaman terasa kental dalam dirinya. Sialnya lagi ternyata pria itu ada seorang mafia yang terkenal seantero negeri karena kekejamannya dalam membunuh orang tanpa memandang status ataupun usia. Bukannya takut, Divya malah menatap pria itu dengan tatapan yang tak kalah mengerikan. Tanpa rasa bersalah Divya pergi begitu saja meninggalkan pria itu sendiri dengan amarah yang memuncak. Keesokan harinya, Divya mendapatkan panggilan dari salah satu perusahaan yang sukses dalam bidang komunikasi, melalui panggilan itu staff perusahaan mengatakan kalau Divya diterima. Mungkin hari ini berpihak pada Divya selain gaji yang memuaskan, perusahaan itu juga dekat dengan kontrakannya. Setibanya Divya di perusahaan ia dipanggil ke ruangan Presdir untuk dimintai keterangan lebih lanjut karena telah menandatangani kontrak kerjasama. Betapa terkejutnya Divya karena Presdir tempatnya bekerja adalah pria yang semalam ia tabrak dan bodohnya lagi ia tak mengucap sepatah katapun seperti permintaan maaf dan malah pergi begitu saja. Pria itu juga tak kalah terkejut, tapi dalam hitungan detik muncul senyuman menyeringai dari bibirnya. Bagaimana kelanjutan cerita nya? Ikuti terus perjalanan cinta yang memiliki segudang lika-liku ini, karena dijamin bakal penasaran.

He slid a paper across the table, his eyes cold. " Sign it." She blinked, confused. "Why?" "It’s our marriage certificate." He spoke as if discussing the weather. "I’ve already signed it. Your turn." Siya froze. **Marriage?** To a man like him? Her? A whore. Pregnant. She looked up at him, pleading. "I-I can be your maid. Do anything. Just… don’t hurt my baby." Her voice trembled, careful, trying to bargain with the devil himself. But Abhimanyu’s gaze was relentless, unmoved. His tone cut like ice. "I want you to sign it right now." Her heart hammered in her chest. "But… how… why me?" She stuttered, breaking. "I don’t want to marry you." She stood, defiance shaking her body. The word **marriage** tasted like ash, reminding her of someone she loathed beyond reason. Abhimanyu leaned in, his smile devoid of warmth. "You **will** marry me. Or…" The room fell silent, thick with the unspoken threat. **The world knows** what he is capable of. "Plea.se," she whispered. Her voice was barely a breath. Siya’s legs screamed to run. But there was nowhere to go. His voice low, lethal. "Listen to me, TweetyBird. If I can save you, I can ruin you too.' His eyes darkened. "Sign it. And you’ll be mine." "Why me?" Her voice broke. ************ Siya laid on the bed on her fours, her hands tied together with a handcuff as Abhimanyu thrusted slowly from her back. He changed their position making her completely under his mercy. As the sun rose in the sky, he uncuffed her. "Scream my name!" He groaned going faster than before. But his pace didn’t slacken at all. He had turned into a needy beast, who was ruining every ounce of sanity left in Siya. *********** ***********

Delia Diaz isang accountancy student galing siya sa broken family dahil nahuli ng kanyang ama na may kasamang ibang lalaki ang kanyang nanay. Sa murang edad ay nakagisnan niya ang pananakit ng kanyang ina at ng mga nagiging asawa nito pinahinto siya ng pagaaral pero naisipan niyang patagong magaral sa isang universidad na pagmamay ari ng pamilya ni Matthew Jumaquio. Matthew Jumaquio ang kinakatakutan sa loob ng universidad at hinahangaan ng madaming babae. lahat ng gusto niya nakukuha niya sa isang pitik walang kahirap hirap. Unang pagkikita nila ay pinagtripan na ni matthew si delia pinabully niya ito sa mga studyante sa universidad lalo ng nalaman ni matthew na sakop ng dad niya yung schoolarship si delia. gusto ni matthew na matanggakl si delia sa universidad pero hindi ito sumuko hinayaan nalang siya bullyhin nito araw araw. Isang araw nagkaroon ng pustahan ang magkakaibigan ni matthew na paglaruan ang dalaga sa loob ng tatlong buwan ay dapat ibigay nito ang kinakaingatan ng dalaga. kampante ang binata dahil alam niya na makukuha niya agad si delia at hindi siya nagkamali dahil nakuha niya ito bago matapos ang araw na binagay sa kanya ng mga kaibigan niya. Nalaman ni delia ang totoo na pinagpustahan lang siya nila matthew nangako siya na hindi na siya magpapakita sa mga ito at babalikan niya ang mga ito ang maghihiganti rin. "I am the sun and you are the moon." "I always thought we were destined for each other." "But i remember the moon was mean to be with the stars."

On the night of New Year's Eve, I wake up in a hospital ward with an IV drip connected to the back of my hand. A nurse passes me the hospital bill. "It's 300 dollars in total, including the emergency treatment fee and the cost for a bottle of glucose drips." When I turn on my phone, I feel my heart sinking. I only have 29.01 dollars left in my bank account. The wallpaper of my phone is a countdown of my family contract's app. Today is the date when I have to renew my family contract for the year. In order to accumulate enough money to go home, I've been working as a staff member in concert venues. Earlier, I had collapsed backstage, so I was quickly sent to the hospital. The dial tone keeps beeping for a long time. Finally, my mom answers my call in what seems to be a noisy background. "Mom, I'm at the hospital right now. I need 300 dollars to pay the hospital bill." "You're at the hospital?" Mom's voice turns shrill immediately. "Why did you visit the hospital during the holidays? You really are a jinx!" "I fainted earlier. I was working at a concert venue—" "What? So, you refused to do chores at home during the holidays! Instead, you decide to work at a concert venue?" Mom interrupts immediately. "I don't have 300 dollars on me! You'd better come up with a way to pay that bill of yours!" "Mom…" My hand tightens around my phone. "Today is the last day of my family contract's renewal period. I'll renew the contract once I pay the bill." "Renew the contract, huh?" Mom just sneers at me. "That's a part of your duties! How dare you use it against me! Helena Lambert, if you don't renew the contract today, you can forget about calling me 'Mom'!" After that, she ends the call. I can only grip my phone to the point that my fingers turn white. After that, I tap on a social media app in hopes that I can borrow money from my friends, only to see the latest post on the social media feed. My younger sister, Hannah Lambert, has posted a photo collage there. "I'm here with my parents to watch my favorite singer's concert! Snagging tickets to the first-row seats is definitely worth it!" The background of those photos is the same concert venue where I work part-time at. It's the most expensive venue in town. Apparently, tickets cost 2,900 dollars each.

Every other student could hear the inner thoughts of Chloe Yates, the campus belle. It was like a radio station was broadcasting her mind, and unfortunately for me, the broadcast was usually bad news. It started during the ROTC courses in our freshman year. I was doubled over with terrible period cramps and asked to sit out. Chloe just shook her head, letting out a dramatic, pitying sigh. "Oh, this is awful," her internal voice broadcast to everyone. "Should I tell everyone the truth? Sylvie is totally faking it. If the sergeant finds out she's lying, he's going to punish the whole class because of her." The sergeant, hearing her thoughts, immediately assumed I was a liar. He forced the entire class to run 30 laps as punishment. After that, no one would talk to me. Later, when I applied for the need-based financial aid grant, Chloe went on a rampage with her internal thoughts. "Her family isn't poor!" her voice screamed in everyone's heads. "They have a car and a house. She's just vain. She's trying to scam the college out of grant money so she can buy a new phone. I feel so bad for the actual poor kid whose spot she's stealing." Once the class heard that, they silently agreed to vote against my application. Without that money, I had no choice but to work three part-time jobs just to survive. I worked myself into the ground until I finally gave out. I collapsed in the classroom while clutching my chest, suffering a massive heart attack. I cried out, begging my classmates to call 911. However, Chloe's voice cut through the air right then. "She doesn't have a heart condition. She's pregnant. She's trying to trick a guy into taking her to the hospital so she can get an abortion, and then she's going to frame whoever helps her for getting her knocked up." Terrified of being blamed, the students backed away from me like I was radioactive. They stood there and watched as I died on the classroom floor. Right up until the moment I died, I never understood why my life had turned into such a nightmare. However, when I snapped my eyes open, I had returned to the day of the ROTC courses. The cramps were back, and the sun was beating down on me. Chloe did not know one crucial detail. This time, I could hear her thoughts too.

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”