Ten Years For His Sicilian Lie

"Mereka bilang A, tetapi kenyataannya B." Alenia: Gue hidup di bawah aturan Papa. Katanya, ini semua demi karir dan reputasi gue agar selalu cerah di masa yang akan datang. Akan tetapi, apa yang gue lewati sehari-hari justru terasa buruk untuk gue. Gue beraktivitas atas arahan cowok gue. Katanya, ini semua demi hubungan yang sehat dan langgeng. Akan tetapi, gue justru merasa teracuni dengan segala aturan yang dia buat untuk mengekang gue. Gue bekerja untuk menyenangkan orang, tetapi nggak satu pun dari mereka bisa menyenangkan gue. Padahal, gue amat butuh setidaknya hiburan kecil yang bisa bantu gue tidur sedikit lebih nyenyak dari biasanya. Gue ingin libur sehari aja dari peliknya dunia gue.

My mother and I pushed ourselves, slaving away to pay for my girlfriend’s debt. The work was too hard on her, and she was soon diagnosed with lung cancer. By the time I arrived at the hospital with money for her treatment, my mother had taken her own life and left behind a note. “I can’t go on, Gab. The money is best put toward settling the debts. Noelle is a good kid. She loves you. She’s just lost her way. That’s all. You two should settle down once the debts are cleared.” I held my mother’s ashes and gave Noelle the thirty thousand dollars she had left behind. Back in the office, I overheard Noelle talking to several creditors. “Ms. Strom, Mr. Lamb has passed your test. What’s next on the agenda for him?” Noelle’s childhood friend, Charles, jumped into the conversation. “Gabriel has proven that he’s willing to be there for you through thick and thin, but will he stick around in wealth? Noelle pursed her lips. “I need to know if he genuinely loves me. If he isn’t blinded by greed when learning about who I am, I’ll marry him.” I stared at my mother’s ashes, tears rolling down my face. “Noelle, my mother was wrong about you, and so was I. I don’t want to marry you anymore.” I thought to myself.

เพราะความเบื่อหน่ายกับฉากหน้าแสนจอมปลอม เขาเลยอยากหาอะไรทำแก้เบื่อ จนได้มาเจอกับ เธอ หนึ่งในบุคลากรของมูลนิธิที่ครอบครัวเขาสร้างขึ้นมา และเธอคือผู้หญิงที่ถูกเลือกให้มาเป็นทาสรับใช้เขา...บนเตียง แต่เมื่อความซับซ้อนและความแค้น นำมาซึ่งความเจ็บปวด เมื่อเธอถูกเลือกให้ต้องมาเป็นเครื่องมือเพื่อผลประโยชน์สำหรับเขา การแสดงละครตบตาจึงเริ่มขึ้น หลอกให้เธอรัก หลอกให้เธอรอ หลอกให้เธอตายใจ และหลอกให้เธอตายทั้งเป็น ถ้าเธอรู้ว่าเขาไม่ได้รักเธอเลยแม้แต่เศษเสี้ยวชีวิตเธอจะเป็นยังไงในเมื่อเลือกรักคนผิด เอาชีวิตไปจมอยู่กับชายหนุ่มที่หลอกใช้เธอเพื่อการแก้แค้นของตัวเอง "โง่ ๆ แบบเธอหลอกง่ายดี" "ฉันจะทำให้คุณรู้ ว่าการตายอย่างทรมานทั้งเป็น มันเป็นยังไง" ไม่มีนอกกาย ไม่มีนอกใจค่ะ

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"I know I don’t deserve a second chance. I know I’ve hurt you in the cruelest way. But I regret it, truly regret it. I've spent five years searching for you, hoping to atone for my mistakes. I... I still love you." My heart raced. Part of me wanted to believe him, wanted to surrender to the words I had longed for. But I couldn’t just forget how he had shattered me. "Love?" I let out a small laugh. "You’re talking about love after what you did to me? After you made me feel like nothing more than a replacement? I’ve moved past the days when I cried over you, when I questioned my self-worth just because you chose another woman. You want me back? But what if one day you find another reason to leave me?" "No!"

Kegagalan pernikahan pertamanya membuat Aara sempat terpuruk. Namun, dia memilih untuk bangkit. Hingga akhirnya dia bertemu dengan laki-laki baru yang membuat harapannya kembali muncul. Namun, apa jadinya jika laki-laki itu ternyata seseorang yang ikut andil dalam hancurnya pernikahannya dulu. Mampukah dia bertahan? Atau dia memilih untuk pergi?

Three months since my husband, Julian Moretti, disappeared. I walked into his favorite den, the grief so deep it stole the air from my lungs. I just wanted to breathe him in, to find any trace of him that was left. Then I heard it. A familiar laugh. And the soft moan of a woman. Through a crack in the door, I saw him. My husband, the man "missing" for three months, had his hand tangled in another woman's hair. "Baby, just a little longer," he said. "Soon as I siphon enough cash from the family's books, we're gone. You and me." In his arms was Bianca, from the Rosso family. "What about your wife?" she purred. "Let her play the grieving widow. She's nothing without me anyway." My fists clenched. The world went quiet, my blood turning to ice. The next day, I put the word out to the entire Family. "I'm holding a memorial mass for my husband." At the service, he stormed in, a ghost returned from the grave, roaring that he was alive and there to take back what was his. But I was standing next to his uncle, Dante Moretti, and all I did was stare him down. "Then explain," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "Explain the woman. Explain the money. Explain your betrayal... to the Family. And to me."