The Emperor's Daughter

Kematian sang istri di saat melahirkan sang buah hati membuat Jagat Paraduta terpuruk. Hatinya telah mati rasa karena sampai kapanpun hanya Aakriti-lah yang ia cintai. Hingga pada suatu hari hati Jagat kembali bergejolak dan jantungnya kembali berdegub kencang saat ia melihat sosok perempuan cantik yang terlihat ceria yang ternyata adalah guru les dari putrinya yang diketahui bernama Jasmine. Pucuk dicinta ulam pun tiba, ternyata perempuan itu juga mengirimkan sinyal kecintaan pada Jagat. Hingga akhirnya Jagat kembali membuka hati dan menjalin hubungan dengan Jasmine. Namun ternyata status Jagat yang seorang duda beranak satu telah membuat Jasmine malu dan meminta Jagat agar menyembunyikan hubungan mereka. Sudah lelah menyembunyikan hubungan, saat mereka memutuskan untuk menikah malah ada saja rintangan yang membuat rencana pernikahan mereka berkali-kali harus diurungkan. Bagaimana kisah cinta Pak Duda tampan dan Bu Guru cantik? Akankah kisah mereka berakhir di pelaminan ataukah di tengah jalan, ikuti terus kisahnya.

To retrieve the engagement ring my wife shared with her first love, she actually sent our five-year-old daughter into a haunted house alone. Terrified by the bloodstains inside, our daughter accidentally fell down the stairs. A steel rod pierced her stomach, and even in her final moments, she clung tightly to the ring, refusing to let go. I cradled her lifeless body, crying uncontrollably, and called my wife countless times. When she finally answered, she impatiently warned me, "Robert’s daughter is about to undergo heart transplant surgery. Stop causing trouble!" Devastated, I made another call. "Hello, this is Lily's father. I'm sorry, but we can no longer agree to the heart donation." If they were responsible for my daughter's death, they could forget about taking her heart!

Two people who meet at an unexpected time. Both have hidden secrets, Both have different roles, Both have different identities. What will happen if both of them get married? There's any possibility of knowing the hidden secrets of each other? Know their different roles and skills, even identity? But the real question is, Is there any possibility that the word love will exist in their world?

My wife went viral by copying someone else. After some netizens shamed her looks, she became obsessed with plastic surgery. Eventually, an illegal clinic tricked her into spending thirty thousand dollars, claiming they could make her into a celebrity. She even forced me to fund her dream by feeding our daughter pesticides. However, I knew that the clinic used implants from stolen corpses. Before long, her face would start to rot. I spent ages convincing her to choose a professional cosmetic hospital instead, saving her life. Later, though, her best friend became an internet star after undergoing plastic surgery. In comparison, my wife’s appearance had only improved slightly after the cosmetic treatment. In a fit of jealousy, she burned my daughter and me alive. “It’s your fault I couldn’t make it big! You deserve to die!” When I next opened my eyes, I returned to the day my wife asked me for money.

Failing College isn't the worst that could happen to you is it? No. No. You could get kidnapped by some crazily handsome lunatic from another world who claims to be an emperor. And not only that but force you to basically help him become a popular one at that?Well, that's exactly where Alexis' life is currently headed as she's held captive in a strange mystical world in the clutches of one of the most not-so-powerful-but-still-powerful And not to forget charming man alive.Enter Alastair, a half blood king, framed with the murder of his 18 half siblings by his own family who wishes for his beheading and his only hope is a mouthy girl from another world who he seems to have taken a liking to.Where will this adventure lead these to? At the end of tragic romance? Or with both of them six feet under?“You belong to me until this year is over”.

My wife, a doctor, treated our daughter like a walking blood bank. When our daughter passed away, she took it even further. She transplanted her corneas into her old flame’s son. Before our daughter’s body was even cold, she was out having dinner with her ex and his son. They were celebrating that the boy could see again. She even went so far as to secretly burn our daughter’s body to get rid of any evidence. By the time I got there, all I saw was my daughter's ashes being swallowed up by the flames. I told her I wanted a divorce. She just sneered, “It’s only a daughter. Are you really going to divorce me over this?” But later, she was down on her knees, begging me not to leave her.

My mother claims my husband has cheated on me and pushes me to get a divorce. I want to collect evidence before proceeding with anything—if it's true, I have to uphold my rights. Yet she causes a scene at an art exhibition I've worked on for three years, humiliating me in public and making me sound like a gold digger. "How are you any different from a prostitute when you're holding this dumb exhibition with a man's money? I didn't raise you to be a gold digger! How can you be so revolting?" She slashes the million-dollar paintings in the exhibition, claiming that she's doing this for my good. She wants me to see the error of my ways and return to the right path. Meanwhile, I clutch my bloody hand, which she slashed with her blade. I say, "You say you want me to return to the right path, but is that what it really is? You want me to divorce my legally wedded husband, who's a CEO, without a penny to my name. "Then, you want me to marry a 45-year-old cheap man who has a child and no money? He even wants me to support him!"

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I had everything planned a month in advance for our holiday. I was going to take my wife and daughter on a trip to see the country's beautiful landscapes, but just before we were supposed to leave, they both disappeared. I ended up standing alone in the pouring rain, trying to call them. My daughter's voice came through over the phone—it was cold and impatient. "Mommy's having dinner with Uncle Skyler. We don't want to go anymore." Right after that, the call was cut off. I had been blocked. They locked me out of the house on purpose and left me to freeze out there all night. The rain had already drenched me, and I was running a high fever that turned into pneumonia. Meanwhile, the two of them were off enjoying a vacation with Skyler Shire. That was the moment I knew—this marriage was well and truly over.

When I was six, I spilled hot water, slipped, and burned my face. My face was ruined. My parents learned their lesson and never let my younger sister do housework. To everyone they met, they praised her beauty, her charm. They turned to me with nothing but disdain. When I was ten, I had a high fever. They didn't think much of it and let it drag on until my brain was damaged, leaving me slow and dull. They learned their lesson again. From then on, if my sister so much as coughed, they would rush her to the hospital in the dead of night, showering her with care. I was like a failed experiment. Every mistake they made with me, they corrected for her. I was ugly, silent, dim-witted, unwanted. She was beautiful, sweet-talking, clever, adored by all. When I was diagnosed with depression, I gathered what little courage I had and told them. Mom lashed out, called me sick in the head, and accused me of being petty. If I was so capable, she said, I might as well die. It wasn't until my sister pushed me off a high-rise that they found out, by sheer accident, that she wasn't their child at all. I was their one and only biological child.