Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy

Gladis adalah seorang pembunuh bayaran yang menyamar menjadi asisten direktur di sebuah perusahaan. Dan kali ini, Gladis disewa oleh Mr. X. Jika Gladis menolak tawaran dari Mr. X, maka dia yang akan dibunuh. Targetnya adalah CEO salah satu perusahaan ternama di Indonesia, sekaligus rival dari perusahaan tempat Gladis bekerja. Setelah mengetahui siapa targetnya kali ini, ternyata seseorang yang pernah dia cintai. Gladis akhirnya menjadi dilema. Maka bagaimana nasib Gladis? Apa yang akan dia lakukan selanjutnya?.

WARNING 18+!! Mengandung adegan dewasa dan kekerasan. Harap Bijak dalam memilih bacaan.^^ Stela tak pernah membayangkan menikah dengan seorang penderita Anterograde Amnesia. Kontrak menjadi psikiater pribadi keluarga Oliver, tak hanya membuatnya harus menyamar sebagai sekretaris pribadi dan juga menjadi bodyguard Vincent Oliver. Suatu hari Stela juga diminta untuk menikahi Vincent oleh Nyonya Widya Resmana Oliver. *** Auristela Indira, seorang psikiater muda, ditugaskan menjadi psikiater pribadi Vincent Oliver, seorang CEO di perusahaan broadcast. Suatu kejadian nahas membuat Vincent menderita Anterograde Amnesia, tidak bisa mengingat kejadian sehari sebelumnya. Ternyata Stela tak hanya diminta menjadi psikiater pribadi, tapi juga menyamar menjadi sekretaris sekaligus bodyguard Vincent. Suatu hari, dia diminta untuk menikahi Vincent. Akankah Stela menerima pernikahan dengan Vincent yang memiliki memori singkat? Apa yang sebenarnya terjadi kepada Vincent, sehingga membuatnya tak hanya kehilangan sebagian ingatan, tapi juga kehilangan calon istri di malam menjelang pernikahannya?

As my murderer's claws tear into my abdomen inch by inch, my father and brother are seated in our family's banquet hall. They're celebrating Carly's 18th birthday and coming-of-age. "You'll always be my little girl." "Happy birthday, Carly." They light 18 pink candles for her. On top of the exquisite red velvet cake is a wolf figurine that they carved for her, and there are well wishes and laughter all around. Meanwhile, I'm curled up in a sewer filled with liquid silver as I bleed to death. My phone has been crushed, and I can't get out. I can only cry for help. A few days later, my father and brother show up together at the autopsy room. My brother stands by the operating table with a scalpel. He slices open the body and sews it back up like it's nothing. My father just covers his nose as he shoots a disgusted glance at my body. He urges my brother to hurry up with the autopsy report. "The victim is a young female wolf presumed to be of pure lineage. Before her death, she was subjected to prolonged captivity and torture. Her throat is nearly severed, her cervical spine is dislocated, and her chest cavity has collapsed. She was also injected with liquid silver before death." Hearing the report, my father looks so calm that it's just like a case study of no consequence. Neither of them can recognize that the body belongs to me—their daughter and sister!

I saw myself dying, being killed by the very people I'd sacrificed my life to please. It was agonizing, a lot more than being tortured, having my wolf stolen away, being nibbled piece after piece by rats or the noose hanging around my neck, strangling the life out of me. "Goddess Selene please hear my prayer. Give me a second chance at life to make my enemies pay, to get that which is rightfully mine but this time, please make me the Villainess......." Waking up 5 years before her death, Xithara gets a second chance at life and promises to take down her enemies and get the happy ending she deserves. Now armed with knowledge of the future, she must become the same manipulative bitch she's trying to take down but can fate really be cheated? Can destiny be altered? Especially when all roads might just lead to doom.......

The 99th time my fiancé, Draven, hung up on me, I dragged myself to the family's church, my diagnosis of end-stage renal disease clutched in my hand. "Father, I wish to renounce the Rocci family and break off my engagement to Draven Frost." The words had barely left my lips when my parents burst in with my adopted sister, Bianca. My father, the family's Consigliere, didn't hesitate. He slapped me across the face, right there in front of the priest. "Your fiancé is a respected Capo in our world, and you choose to insult him like this!" "You're dragging our family's name through the mud in front of the whole organization!" My mother snatched the diagnosis from my hand, sneering after a brief glance. "Playing sick for attention again, are you? What is it you want this time?" My adopted sister, Bianca, clung to our parents' arms, her voice choked with tears. "I'm so sorry, sister. You can have my place at the gala. Please, just stop making trouble for Mom and Dad!" I wiped the blood trickling from my nose and calmly repeated my words to the priest. "I am no longer a daughter of the Rocci family. I am not worthy of an alliance with the Frosts." "I will be dead in three days. I want this engagement broken before then."

Ryo is an Omega, a half-breed vampire born by a human. He was once a famous perfumist who makes only one bottle a year, an exquisite potion that can attract what you want, eyed and coveted by anyone with good or bad desires. Despite his fame, he lowered his status for his fiance, family, and best friend, only to get betrayed three times. The first and second betrayals were by Sachin, his best friend, and Wilson, his lover, whom he caught having sex in the car he gifted to his soon-to-be husband. The third betrayal was by his father, whose mistress turned out to be none other than his ex-best friend's mother. The worst scenario was that he and Sachin were half-brothers. In a devastating situation, he mistakenly entered a room and slept with an Alpha whom he assumed was a prostitute. But who is this Alpha? Why does he have to suffer more after getting pregnant by him? Why, of all beings, does it have to be him, an enemy?

When we get too much involved in the act of pretending, we lose the idea of knowing the pretense of others. Isn't that how it works? We don't know the acts we do thinking good for the others even to the extent of hurting them to save them from major hurt will cause them to go through much more than we can think of. Sometimes it is not too late to correct the pretenses but sometimes it is late to amend them. Let's see whether it is too late or just in time.

By the time I return home from a business trip, it is past midnight. However, my wife, Celeste Beaumont, isn't home. A man's shirt that isn't mine is lying on the couch. When I call her, she tells me that she's working late at the office. "Whose shirt is it on the couch?" I ask, cutting straight to the point. She playfully scolds, "Who else would it be? It's a gift for you, so hurry up and try it on." I skeptically put it on and immediately feel how tight and uncomfortable it is across my shoulders. "This is an L, babe. I've always worn XL." Celeste runs a clothing company. She's the one who handles all my clothes and even uses my body measurements for her menswear line. There's no way she doesn't know my size. The line goes quiet for half a second before she thoughtfully says, "It's from my new menswear collection. "I had pieces custom-made for you and Felix, so I must've grabbed the wrong piece. I'll swap it tomorrow." A beat later, her voice carries a little sob as she continues, "Babe, I've been so exhausted without you these past few days. I've missed you so much…" It's past midnight. As I listen to the undeniable weariness beneath her affectionate, playful words, my heart aches in distress. I can't help chiding myself for overthinking. However, after hanging up, realization hits me. Her brother, Felix Beaumont, and I are about the same build. He's always worn XL.

Kesepakatan tetaplah kesepakatan. Lalu bagaimana dengan perasaan yang tumbuh seiring dengan berjalannya waktu? Manakah yang harus diutamakan? Kesepakatan? Atau perasaan? Jika perasaan yang diutamakan, lalu bagaimana dengan kesepakatan tersebut? Dan jika kesepakatan yang diutamakan, bagaimana dengan perasaan yang tumbuh tanpa izin dari si pemilik hati?

The day I find out I only have three days left to live, my mate comes home with a mate termination contract. He wants to break up with me and form a new bond with another she-wolf who's pretending to be dying—just to fulfill her so-called final wish. "Sweetheart, I don't have a choice," Caleb Lowe says, holding me in his arms. "Ruby's been poisoned with silver. She's got about a week left. Her dying wish is to marry me. But don't worry. You're the only one I love," he adds, looking at me with those sincere eyes. "Once the bonding ceremony is over and she's gone, we'll get back together—just like before." I look down and give a small laugh, then sign the termination contract. Forget it. I'm dying anyway. Who he ends up with doesn't matter anymore. I might as well let him have what he wants.