True Martial World Raws

Ako ang tunay na anak ng pamilya Stone. Gamit ang gossip-tracking system ko, nagkunwari akong mahinhin at masunuring tao, pero sa loob-loob ko, matindi ako gumanti sa tamang oras. Ang hindi ko napansin ay may nakakarinig sa isip ko. “Kahit na anak ka naming tunay, si Alicia lang ang tunay naming tinatanggap. Kailangan mo matututong lumugar,” sambit ng mga kapatid ko. ‘Iniisip ko na baka sinira ko ang usapan namin ng demonyo sa nakaraan kong buhay kaya ako napuntas a pamilya Stone ngayon, naisip ko. Tumigil bigla ang mga kapatid ko sa paglalakad. “Si Alice ay masunurin, may sense kausap at mahal ng lahat sa pamilyang ito. Huwag ka magsimula ng drama para lang magpapansin.” Hindi ko mapigilan isipin, ‘Kung ganoon, may sapat ang sense niya para sirain ang buhay ng lahat at mahal na mahal kayo sa puntong nakakasuka na.’ Natanga ang ekspresyon ng mga magkakapatid.

“Ayoo bangun, Sayangku,” Angga mencoba lagi, kali ini mencubit hidungku gemas. Aku membuka mata sedikit, memohon. “Mas, aku masih capek dan lemas banget. Kamu duluan aja.” Angga tertawa pelan, tawa yang membuatku ingin meninjunya sekaligus menciumnya. “Loh, kan seharusnya yang kecapekan itu aku, sayang?” godanya, matanya penuh ejekan jenaka. Mataku langsung terbuka lebar. Aku mendorong pelan wajahnya. “Enak saja kamu, ya, kalau ngomong!” Angga tertawa puas. Ia mencium bibirku singkat, sebuah sentuhan pagi yang membuat jantungku berdesir. “Yasudah, kamu tidur lagi sebentar. Aku mandi duluan, Muachhh…” Setelah mandi, kami berdua berdiri berdampingan. Keintiman semalam mengubah segalanya. Gerakan sholat Subuh kami terasa lebih sakral, diimami oleh pria yang telah memeluk jiwaku dan ragaku. Selesai berdoa, aku langsung ingin merebahkan diri lagi. Rasa lelah itu sungguh nyata. Namun, Angga menahan lenganku. “Kamu mau ke mana, Sayang?” tanyanya lembut, tangannya masih memegang tasbih. “Aku mau tidur lagi, Mas. Masih capek dan ngantuk banget,” jawabku dengan mata sayu, tanpa malu mengakui kelemahanku. Angga tersenyum teduh. “Sini, kamu tidur di sini saja. Temani aku berdzikir.” Ia menepuk pahanya yang kini tertutup sarung, mengisyaratkan tempat peristirahatan. Aku menurut. Aku merebahkan diri di pangkuannya, wangi sabun dan parfumnya menyelimutiku. Aku menutup mata, dan suaraku Angga yang merdu melantunkan dzikir menjadi ninabobo paling menenangkan. Angga menatapku yang terlelap, mukena masih menutupi kepalaku, dan damai di wajahku. Hatinya melunak, dipenuhi gelombang emosi yang tak pernah ia rasakan bersama Angel. Angel selalu sulit diajak sholat, selalu menuntut, selalu membuat drama. Putri berbeda. Dia penurut, sederhana, dan kecantikannya bukan hanya di luar, tetapi di dalam hatinya. Angga menarik napas dalam. Ya Allah, terima kasih Engkau telah menjadikan dia sebagai Istriku. Aku sungguh benar-benar mencintainya, batin Angga, sebuah pengakuan yang melegakan sekaligus menakutkan. Semoga dia adalah istri yang bisa membantuku untuk ke surga/Mu nanti, Ya Allah. Aamiin. Angga menunduk, mencium keningku

Aku terlahir tak diharapkan, hingga akhirnya aku tersisih. Langkah kakiku gontai dalam pelarian ke Ibu Kota, tanpa sanak tanpa saudara. Aku ingin sukses di Jakarta ini, agar kelak bisa kukatakan pada mereka, "Aku bisa berhasil tanpa kalian." Sayangnya, harapanku musnah saat aku justru dijebak seorang mucikari dan dipekerjakan olehnya sebagai wanita penghibur. Tak berhenti disitu, aku justru kenal dengan seorang pelanggan tampan yang semakin merubah tujuan awalku pergi ke Jakarta. "Kau memiliki istri, Mas Gelar?" "Ya, Bita, aku memiliki istri." "Lalu, kenapa kau memilih 'jajan' denganku?"

After the 100th failed fertility treatment, my husband, who had been previously diagnosed with a low sperm count, spoke coldly. “Lucy is very fertile. She gets pregnant after our first time, unlike you. You just can’t conceive.” Lucy was my adoptive sister. While holding her hand, he laid out three options for me. I could either ignore their affair and retain my title as the CEO’s wife, take the ten million dollars and disappear, or walk away with nothing at all. The whole town knew how proud I was. They also knew how deeply I loved him. They surely expected me to be mad with jealousy and choose honor over compromise. But I neither cried nor made a scene. I calmly slid the check back across the table. “The child will call me Mom. I’ll stay and be Mrs. Carter.” After all, this was my third time to live such a life. The first time, I chose to leave with nothing but my dignity. The second time, I took the money, but had to live in shame. Both decisions ended in tragedy. For the third time, perhaps three of us could just... make it work.

After a venomous snake bites me, my husband, Daniel Dawson, injects the only antivenom into my adopted sister, Grace Winton. Before I black out, I see my parents, Daniel, and my son, Ethan Dawson, all gathered around Grace, while I lie alone on the grass, completely ignored. When I come to, my colleague shakes his head and tells me the toxin has already spread. Within 48 hours, my body will begin to rot from the inside, and I'll die in unbearable pain. I give up the conservative plan and swallow a potent painkiller instead. Over the next two days, I transfer the hospital my grandfather gave me and every asset in my name to Grace. I divorce Daniel and place both his and Ethan's hands into Grace's. When I put Grace's name on the amyotrophic lateral sclerosis treatment protocol I've spent five years developing, they finally smile, hold my hand, and tell me we're finally a real family. I stay silent and only smile at them. I wonder what their faces will look like two days later when they see my body.

Gianna Rossi struggled in the slums for over a decade before she accidentally discovered she was the biological daughter of the don of the Ricci famiglia, also known as the Gray Wolf famiglia, Domenico Ricci. She tried to reunite with her family, only to be ruthlessly driven away by the Soldati outside the estate. They left her battered and bruised. Her lover, Matteo Santoro, wiped the blood from her wounds and swore he would infiltrate the famiglia himself to seek revenge against the Ricci family's fake Principessa on her behalf. Once he successfully seized power and took control of the Riccis' arms operation, he would restore Gianna to her rightful place as the cherished daughter of the Ricci family. She believed in his sacrifice and endurance. She hid in the shadows as his secret lover, convinced that his public displays with the fake Principessa were nothing but an act. Yet one night, Matteo got engaged to the fake Principessa. Gianna stood in the corner wearing a server's uniform, watching their happiness unfold. She was a fool who had been played for.

To find the missing fake heiress, my family forced me to undergo a memory extraction. They were convinced that I had bullied her for the past three years and driven her to run away. I gave a bitter smile and let them continue. As the memories surfaced one after another, the truth became clear. I was the one who had been bullied all along. My parents, overcome with guilt, clutched my hands so tightly they nearly fainted. My brother’s eyes were bloodshot, his teeth grinding until he drew blood. In their arms, I looked up in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?”

The day my birth parents found me, the reunion banquet they threw turned into their funeral. My parents and their adopted daughter, Leila, died of food poisoning that night. The only one who survived was my older brother, Alpha Kian. He didn’t like sweets, so he never touched the cake. The cake that I handed to them myself. “So you want to take Leila’s place. “You’re just jealous because she got all our love! “She was the only one who ever accepted you, and you still killed her!” Those were Kian’s exact words as he shouted at me right outside the hospital room. From that day on, I became a sinner. To make up for it, I barely slept four hours a night and worked five jobs just to buy back the villa the rival pack seized during the chaos. However, the day I finally saved up enough, I saw my dead parents throwing a birthday party for Leila in that very villa. Kian stood among them, looking at her with a warmth I didn’t recognize. My mother said, “Isn’t today also Lily’s birthday? It’s been eight years. Maybe it’s time to forgive her.” However, Kian didn’t hesitate to refuse. “No. Even though Leila sniffed out the wolfsbane and saved you, we agreed that Lily gets ten years. “We can’t risk her ever trying to poison Leila again. Not even a day less.” I clutched the diagnosis paper from the clinic tightly and laughed through my tears. I knew I wouldn’t get to ten years. I was already dying.

When my mother finally found the real heiress, she was on her knees selling shoes on the street. And to my surprise, I recognized her—she was none other than my fiancé's first love. Determined to oust me, the fake heiress, she played her part well, putting on a daily show to make me look bad. I was content to play along, enjoying our little game, until my fiancé’s offhand remark, “Was that really necessary?" shattered my composure. Fine, I thought, “You can keep this husband and family. I’ve got better things to do—like finding my real parents.”

There was a fire in my house. After I risked my life to save my parents, who were the richest people in the country, multiple media outlets wanted to interview me. Faced with the journalists' questions, my parents said that they would fulfill any of my wishes. Their adopted daughter, Lily Jackson, thought that I would use this chance to drive her away, and her eyes had begun to turn red. But I just looked at the camera and said coldly, "I want to sever all ties with the Jackson family, and I want all of you to be witnesses of my decision." The crowd went into an uproar. My parents were infuriated. The journalists wanted to ask some more questions, but I just started packing my luggage. Only I was aware that I was reborn. During my previous life, I took the chance of this interview to drive Lily out of the family. Not long after she was taken away by her biological parents, they sold her to a man, and she died a terrible death within her husband's house. My parents pretended like they didn't care and said to me that it was Lily's fate, but in truth, they secretly started poisoning my food. After the poison killed me, they placed my body in front of Lily's grave in a position as if I was on my knees and apologizing to her. They made me pay for Lily's death with my life. "If you hadn't driven Lily away, Lily wouldn't have met such a terrible fate! You should pay for what happened to her with your life!" That was the last thing I heard, and I became completely disappointed with them. But when I opened my eyes again, I realized I was reborn and went back to the day of the fire.