The Villain

Bagaimana jadinya bila warna aura setiap manusia menjadi kesaktian destruktif yang mampu melenyapkan satu sama lain? Untuk itulah dunia ini tercipta. Dunia di mana warna setiap aura adalah kekuatan yang mampu menghancurkan, mengeksekusi, merestorasi, mendekonstruksi hingga mengendali. Empat manusia telah terpilih. Membangkitkan lagi organisasi tersembunyi. Di dunia yang tak mengindahkan belas kasih. Bertarung, bertempur, dan melenyapkan manusia lainnya menjadi asas dunia ini. Hingga manusia beriris berlian terlahir. Datang demi mengatur setiap sistem politik, norma, pendidikan hingga sumber daya. Dua Pewaris Aura Cahaya bersama rekan-rekannya hadir demi mengontrol dunia. "Bukankah sudah kuperingatkan berulang kali ... perdamaian yang didambakan umat manusia adalah omong kosong? Karenanya, lumrah jika kukendalikan seluruh sistem setiap bangsa. Atau kalau dibutuhkan, kubuat perang tiada berhenti ...."

My husband, Zane Wade, was drugged at a cocktail party and ended up sleeping with a female college student who looked almost exactly like me. I gave him three chances. The first time, Zane sent the young woman abroad overnight. Then, he knelt outside our home for three days and three nights. The second time, I ran into him and the college student at the hospital. He was accompanying her for a prenatal check-up. At the time, Zane hugged me tightly and refused to let me go. His voice trembled as he said, "I'm sorry, Raina. She's pregnant, and my mother threatened to commit suicide. I have no choice but to keep the child. "I swear, once she gives birth, I'll send her away immediately. The child will go to the old family estate. Please, don't leave me…" But just three days later, because of that same woman, Zane fought me at an auction over my mother's heirlooms. When he saw me raising the bid higher and higher, he immediately went nuclear. This was the third and final chance I gave him. I rushed over to confront him, but Zane wasn't worried. He just frowned slightly and calmly said, "Raina, you know very well that Moira is about to give birth. Why do you insist on fighting a pregnant woman? You only need to endure it for another three months. Then, we can go back to how things were." Upon hearing his words, I almost cried at how ridiculous they sounded. I finally decided to get a divorce, but Zane actually brought Moira Green home openly and without shame.

On the day of my wedding gown fitting, a stranger burst into the VIP suite and stabbed me with a knife. “You think you deserve a dress this expensive after stealing someone else’s man?” She tore at the delicate fabric of my skirt. Then, with a twisted smile, she hurled a bottle of acid at me. The blade was buried in my lower abdomen. The pain drove me to my knees. She grabbed my hair and yanked my head up. “Gerald’s my husband! What are you? You’re nothing but a mistress who can’t even be seen with him in public!” Blood dripped down my fingers. That was when it finally sank in. The man I had been with for seven years had been keeping another woman by his side. “What’re you staring at? Even if I kill you, with my husband’s influence, no one will dare touch me!” Staring at her smug face, I pulled out my phone with hands slicked in blood and called my brother. “Matt…” My voice was unnervingly calm. “Come pick me up at the bridal shop. And please inform the Hoover family that the engagement is off.”

Fresh from a business trip, my husband swept me into his arms and pulled me toward the bathroom for a passionate shared bath. As our lips met in a dizzying kiss, I noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye: the toilet lid was down. Seven years ago, after reading an online article claiming that men urinating while standing could splash bacteria onto the seat, he insisted we always keep the lid up for hygiene's sake. In all our years of marriage, it had never been lowered until now. A chill ran through me. The bathroom was pristine, not a stray hair in sight. But then I noticed the shower's water temperature was set five degrees higher than the 98.6°F he always preferred. Men preferred cooler water, and women warmer. In an instant, I realized that Nick Doyle had betrayed me.

After being abroad for half a year, I went back home to see my fiancee. However, I was stopped at a parking lot by a random man yelling at me. I tried to shrug him off, but he arrogantly retorted, “Don’t you know who I am? Vanessa Whitecastle is my wife. If you’re smart, you’ll do what I say.” I stood in place and looked at him. Then, I made a phone call, “Are you seeing another man, Vanessa?”

I had just returned from a business trip. The moment I stepped through the door, I scooped my wife into my arms and rushed her straight to the bathroom for a steamy shower together. We were kissing passionately when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something: the toilet seat was flipped up. I froze. Seven years ago, my wife had read a post online claiming that when men pee standing up, bacteria splash onto the seat. She begged me to sit down to pee for the sake of her health. I have kept that promise. For seven years of marriage, that seat has never been up. A knot formed in my stomach, but the bathroom was spotless, so clean it looked staged, not a single stray hair anywhere. Then I noticed the shower temperature. It was set five degrees lower than her usual 43°C. Men like cooler showers. Women like them hotter… At that moment, I knew, Ruby Lynch had cheated on me.

Batari Amara Wijaya seharusnya sudah menjadi abu setelah malam jahanam di Uluwatu. Sepuluh bulan lalu, kehormatannya direnggut paksa oleh pria-pria yang ia sebut keluarga. Di puncak Bukit Terlarang, Batari menukar sisa jiwanya dengan Lenka, entitas mistis haus darah yang memberinya kecantikan mematikan dan aroma mawar yang mampu melumpuhkan logika pria mana pun. Setiap sentuhan Batari adalah racun yang nikmat; setiap desahannya adalah lonceng kematian yang sensual. Kini, Batari kembali ke Jakarta bukan sebagai korban, melainkan sebagai predator. Satu demi satu, mereka yang menghancurkan hidupnya mulai tumbang. Erick Koma, Adrian hilang, Seline hancur, dan kini giliran Victor—pria yang mengklaim tubuh Batari sebagai wilayah kekuasaannya. Victor tidak menginginkan cinta; ia menginginkan kepatuhan mutlak. Ia memburu bibir Batari yang berdarah, menyesap setiap desahan yang keluar dari bibir gadis itu, tak sadar bahwa setiap sentuhannya adalah paku untuk peti matinya sendiri. Di sisi lain, Elio hadir sebagai kontras yang berbahaya—seorang pria berkuasa yang ingin menyelamatkan Batari dari kegelapan yang ia ciptakan sendiri. Di atas ranjang yang menjadi saksi bisu perjamuan nafsu dan air mata, Batari bermain dengan api. Ia membiarkan Victor menjadi anjing penjaganya yang gila, sementara ia perlahan menarik pelatuk untuk pembalasan terakhir. Namun, ada satu aturan darah yang tak boleh dilanggar: Jangan pernah jatuh cinta. Karena saat jantungnya bergetar untuk seorang pria, iblis di dalam nadinya akan menelan jiwanya utuh. Akankah Batari menuntaskan dahaga dendamnya, atau justru terbakar kembali dalam api gairah yang terlarang?

Sejak kepergian sang ayah, Andini harus menikahi Baskara, Tuan Muda yang menabrak ayahnya dalam keadaan mabuk. Hanya saja, Baskara ternyata sudah memiliki tunangan. Pria itu pun menyembunyikan pernikahannya dengan Andini agar masyarakat tak ada yang tahu, termasuk tunangannya Laura dan Mama Baskara. Lantas bagaimana nasib Andini sebagai istri simpanan yang akhirnya hamil anak dari lelaki yang tak dicintainya? Akankah dia mempertahankannya? Atau dia memilih pergi meninggalkan semua bersama lelaki yang merajai hatinya, Prasetia?

Neil adalah seorang bandar narkoba besar yang memiliki kekayaan tak terbatas jumlahnya. Ia berada di puncak kejayaan, sekaligus di ambang kehancuran. Vonis hidup yang kian menipis dan ancaman dari orang-orang terdekat membuatnya harus berpacu dengan waktu. Mampukah Neil melindungi diri sekaligus membongkar kejahatan besar yang mengintainya dari balik bayang-bayang kekuasaan?

The day I went to try on my wedding suit, a stranger stormed into the VIP fitting room and drove a knife into my gut. "Sleeping with my woman, and you dare wear a suit this expensive?" He ripped my shirt into ribbons with a wild grin and threw sulfuric acid straight at me. The knife was buried deep in my abdomen. Pain ripped through me as I collapsed. He yanked my hair, forcing my head up. "Susan Lefebvre is my wife. What the hell are you? Just some filthy side piece hiding in the shadows!" Blood dripped from my fingertips as the truth sank in. The fiancée I'd loved for seven years had been cheating on me all along. "What are you staring at?" He sneered. "Even if I kill you, no one can touch me. My wife runs this city!" Watching that arrogant face twist in triumph, I took out my phone with a trembling, blood-soaked hand and dialed my sister. "Allison," I said, my voice cold and calm. "Come pick me up at the bridal salon. And tell the Lefebvres that the engagement is off."