Suwatu Villa Jogja

After five years of marriage, my husband, Abel Brooks goes on a business trip that lasts half a year. When he returns, he brings his first love, Cora Garrett, back. She's already three months pregnant. Abel says that life is tough for her and wants her to move in with us temporarily. I object, and he tells me to know my place. His tone is scornful—it seems he's forgotten that the villa we live in was one of my wedding gifts. He and his family have leeched off me all this while. This time, I'm going to stop providing for them. I smile and call my assistant. "Draft a divorce agreement for me now. To think a live-in son-in-law would have the nerve to bring his mistress home like this."

This novel has mature content +16 "Brother, I'm pregnant with our child" "Get rid of it it would be too shameful for people to hear, how could you not know contraceptive? what a shame " The man said coldly as he stormed out of the room leaving behind the stunned Clarissa. In the blink of an eye its five days has passed. As Drew cruised through the gate of their villa, the meeting with his father was not the thing that occupied his thought but seeing that woman occupied his thought. He was still fuming over her, the therapist said there is nothing she can do to help, and that vexed him even more. And to make the matter worse she is now pregnant. He stopped his car outside the massive iron gate in front of the Walter villa, he angrily rolled down his window and jabbed at the intercom when the security did not open the gate on time, he was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently waiting, he has been jabbing on the intercom for over ten minutes before the gate was opened. He drove in angry into the villa; he clenched his hand into a tight fist in his pocket. However he did not forget the reason why his father forced him back, if he has not threatened to transfer all his properties to their unborn child he would not have come to take her out as his father said but he also has another purpose of coming here today which is to get their marriage certificate and starts torturing that woman that turned her into a complete mess. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath. When he opened his eyes he was back to the young master of the Walter.

Catalina Irish Elizabeth 'Collin' De Villa is a brave woman, but weak inside. But she will never let anyone see that side of her because she hates being pitied. She have a goddess-like beauty that many men likes. She's also intelligent. But she's full of hatred. She wants revenge for herself. She wants the person who made her miserable in the past. The one who made her miserable for years is just close to her. Her cousin. She's done planning everything she wants to do to this cousin of her. But she just want her to feel the humiliation she felt because of her. She planned just one thing and after that she's done. Until she met a man. A man that can possibly change her. A man that can change her if the man wants.

I go ice fishing with my husband, and we encounter a snowstorm and hailstorm. The mountainside villa has no sustenance and power, and he takes my down jacket to keep his former superior warm. I'm three months pregnant, and my daughter is having a high fever. However, he pushes us out of the villa to look for wild vegetables. Why? Because his former superior wants to eat them. He probably has no idea that I've come to this villa countless times to prepare his anniversary gift. Later, my daughter ends up mentally disabled from the high fever. I finally get my hands on proof of his under-the-table dealings with his former superior. I destroy him before he's promoted!

Jason King was a billionaire at the age of 30. He has everyone and everything he could possibly need...or so he though. He suffers from depression after a certain past event changed his life for the worst. Maya Lewis, an innocent young woman was forced into an arranged marriage by her parents when she was 18 years old. The couple barely knew one another. After the wedding, Jason dropped her off at the villa far away from everyone, including him. After nearly 5 years of wrecking his cars and burning villa's down, Maya finally got Jason's attention. She spends her time trying to be a devoted wife but is constantly shunned by her husband. Will Jason stop fighting his feelings and accept that he was bound to fall in love with her? Will his past make or break their marriage? Will Maya stay with Jason despite the trauma or will it be too much to handle?

She had been kidnapped when she was a baby. She didn't know she was a Princess either. One day, at returning from one of her hunting raids, she finds the villa where her adoptive mother resides, ablaze in flame. A lot of people from their villa died, including her adoptive mother. Burning in anger, she promised a revenge.

The day I get engaged, my brother brings home a woman who's my age. He says she's his actual sister and accuses me of stealing her life for the past 20 years. Even my fiancé says she's his rightful wife. I'm kicked out of home. Meanwhile, my brother and fiancé take the true heiress traveling. They even give her the villa they had prepared for me. Half a month later, they suddenly remember it's my birthday. To their dismay, they find that they can't see me anymore—I've joined a secret ten-year project organized by the nation. They're supposed to be happy, but they now regret everything.

When I report at Brookley College, I'm told that Deborah Larson has already completed the enrolment. She's also moved into the villa my father bought for me. She and my fiancé have already become a renowned loving couple on campus. I feel the calluses on my fingers from years of playing the guitar. This is so creepy. If she's Deborah Larson, then who am I? And is this contemptuous man before me really my fiancé?

After Mom passed, it was just me and Dad, depending on each other. I’ve always had poor health, and people used to taunt me, calling me a “sickly, doomed child.” He kneeled by my bedside, making a promise. “I swear, I’ll get you the best treatment, no matter what. You’ll never suffer again!” Eventually, he became a powerful CEO, going so far as to buy an entire private villa just so I could recover in peace. However, his assistant assumed I was his mistress.  She came in with a group of security guards and surrounded me. “So, you’re the cripple who’s been seducing Mr. Johnson?” “Let’s see if you can still act high and mighty after I’m done with you!” She kicked over my wheelchair, yanked me by the hair, scratched up my face, and finally cut off my hand. Barely clinging to life, I lay there until Dad came back. She held up my severed hand, presenting it to him. “Mr. Johnson, this was a spy sent by a rival company. I took care of her for you.”

A dark and gloomy villa stood in the middle of the barren landscape, hidden from sight by a perched hedge. It was phenomenal and spectacular, but it makes it appear to have succumbed to a sullen and ominous atmosphere, both inside and out. A lanky hedge and gnarled shrubs give off the impression that the house has indeed been overlooked. The rainstorm seeping from the sewer pipes made the place appear miserable and dispirited. Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping. People have claimed that the residence was plagued by the witch who died there, but there has been no tangible evidence to substantiate their claims. It was even widely speculated that the villa was venomous and mowed down the leaves of trees that come into direct contact with its concrete pillars. People also construed a terrifying presumption that whoever tries to enter the house will never make it out alive because there is something inside that you would never dare to see with your very own eyes. Whatever was real or not, it was unmistakably foreshadowing, exponentially cold and savage at a hundredth of a thousand glances. A breathtaking doll sat competently on a rocking chair inside the house. Waiting complacently for someone brave and heroic enough to unravel the abominable and ghoulish mystery and paradox behind her enchanting, spine-chilling smile.