True Villain

One day, a wealthy couple is invited to give a speech at my university. My childhood sweetheart, Henry McGregor, tugs me along, eager for us to sneak out to the cafeteria and do some part-time work. He tells me to go grab the empty bucket from the shelf. But just as I take a step, a flood of messages suddenly appears in front of my eyes. [Don't touch that bucket! It's filled with scalding soup that Henry prepared. He wants to ruin your face!] [Three years ago, Henry had his first love impersonate you, becoming the long-lost daughter of the Wright family. Now, he plans to disfigure you so you'll never be able to return.] [You'll endure severe burns all over your body and undergo countless skin grafts. In the end, the fake heiress will poison you by swapping your medicine.] [Meanwhile, that scumbag will marry into the Wright family. Along with the impostor, they'll drain the Wrights of everything they have.] [You need to go back right now and let Mrs. Wright see your face. This is your only chance to reclaim your rightful place as their daughter!] At that moment, I hear Henry urging me again to hurry and move the bucket. As I glance at the flood of messages once more, I freeze, stopping dead in my tracks.

Can you believe this? I was just some random fake-sweet girl online, then boom—the richest couple in Rivora City showed up waving fifty million, begging me to be their daughter-in-law. All because their son—the golden boy who was supposed to have it all—threw everything away simping for some broke school beauty. "If that tramp actually loved him, fine. But instead, she keeps rejecting him while milking his name for her family." "Our son's obsessed with that manipulative girl? Then we'll find someone faker. More manipulative. Fight poison with poison." Yeah... that stung a little. But a black card with fifty mil? Hard to stay offended. I signed on to "rescue" their hopeless son. Then I opened the file and laughed. That tramp? My sister. The same snake I crushed years ago.

The trouble starts when Grace rejects her true mate in favor of her best friend, Alex. Yet, Alpha Alex has secretly found his true mate, so he rejects Grace. Grace runs away to save her life, but she faces an even more painful reality. Grace is the only surviving tribrid, and she is pregnant. She struggles to protect the identities of her triplets, even at the cost of her life. As she begins to organize her life, Grace must accept her fate of having three mates. New obstacles keep popping up, including Alpha Alex, who wants Grace back. And a new villain who wants the blood of the triplets. Grace must fight desperately to keep her loved ones and her pack safe. Can Grace protect the identities of her triplets from the threats of the outside world? Who will Grace choose to be her true mate? Can Grace and her true mate solve their problems and live in peace?

On my birthday, I proposed a family trip to the northern grasslands. My younger sister, Clara Harrington, who was studying in the southern territory, decided to drive through the forest to meet up with us. But unexpectedly, she was attacked by Rogue wolves in the woods, and her body was never found. My parents, Oscar Harrington and Margaret Vale, placed all the blame on me for her death and cast me out of the family. Overwhelmed with guilt and sorrow, I left the pack to atone for my sins. I took on odd jobs to earn money to send home, all while searching for any trace of Clara. Three years later, I found myself in the southern territory and began working as a delivery runner for a forest cafe. One day, while delivering an order to Werewolf Academy, I saw my parents and Clara standing at the school gate. She said, "Dad, Mom, Adeline has been wandering for three years. Shouldn't we let her come home?" But my mother replied calmly, "She is too selfish. It's only right that she suffers a little. We can bring her back once she realizes her mistakes." My father nodded in agreement. "Let her wander for another year. We'll bring her home next year." I clutched my stomach, my face pale as I forced out a bitter laugh. Three years of exhaustion had left me gravely ill. My wolf was gone, and I only had three days left to live. I could't wait until next year for my father to come and take me home.

SALIRA hidup dalam bayang-bayang tragedi. Ayahnya tewas misterius, ibunya hancur, dan dunia yang ia kenal berubah jadi gelap. Semua jejak mengarah pada satu nama: ELANG GANENDRA, bos mafia paling ditakuti di Jayapuri. Dengan rencana terancang, Salira mendekati Elang. Namun satu malam yang seharusnya jadi awal kehancuran pria itu... justru mengubah hidup Salira selamanya. Ia hamil—oleh pria yang paling ingin ia hancurkan. Dalam dunia di mana cinta dan dendam berjalan beriringan, siapa yang akan tetap berdiri ketika kebenaran akhirnya terungkap?

Spin off Warisan Artefak Kuno, Universe Benua Longhai dan Benua Podura. Kisah pembalasan dendam pewaris Raja Kelelawar Hitam, dengan Kultivasi Iblis

Setelah terpuruk akibat ketidakadilan yang merusak karirnya, Serena terpaksa beralih profesi sebagai pencuri khusus benda seni. Namun, misinya untuk mencuri berlian milik Eoghan gagal total. Tanpa mengetahui profesi gelap Serena, Eoghan, pria kaya dan berkuasa, memaksa Serena untuk menikah dengannya. Pernikahan palsu ini tidak didasari oleh cinta, melainkan sebuah perjanjian untuk kepentingan sosial Eoghan. Eoghan membutuhkan seseorang untuk dipekerjakan sebagai istri. Dari sudut pandang bisnis, Serena adalah kandidat yang ideal: cantik, berpendidikan, tanpa drama keluarga, dan tidak akan mengganggu kehidupan pribadinya. Serena membutuhkan uang. Pernikahan tidak membuatnya berhenti mencuri. Fakta masa lalu, dan profesi gelap Serena perlahan mulai terungkap. Mampukah pernikahan palsu mereka bertahan?

Eight years ago, my cousin Wendy Cooper was involved in a drunk driving hit-and-run. Yet, my parents made sure all the evidence pointed toward me. The victim's family waited outside my school every day with gasoline, threatening to die with me. Because of that, the school took away my guaranteed admission to university. That day, my parents and brother all tried to persuade me. "Wendy's terrified. Just give her your spot to make her feel better." I refused, fought back, and even tried to talk them out of it. But the next day, they handed me over to the police themselves. Lance Stewart, my fiance and a powerful business tycoon, had orchestrated it all. As he was afraid I'd run or cause trouble, he personally pinned several charges on me and sent me to an isolated island prison. He left me with no way out. When my sentence began, he made me a promise. "Esme, just endure it for a few years. I'll get you out once Wendy graduates, and then we'll get married."

I was the heiress switched at birth by a nanny. It was not until I turned eighteen that my biological parents finally found me, and traded me back for the girl they had raised and loved as their own. However, fate played a cruel joke that very same week. My parents died in a car accident. The family business collapsed. In one night, I lost everything. My older brother survived, but his kidneys failed. I did not hesitate. I gave him mine. However, grief broke something in him. Blaming me for our parents' deaths, he spiraled into madness. "You killed Mom and Dad! Why wasn't it you who died instead?" he screamed. I gave up college and took on three jobs a day just to pay for his treatment. Years passed. One day, while cleaning a mansion as a housekeeper, I saw her, the "sister" I was traded for, gliding through a lavish party, dressed in designer clothes and dripping in jewels. I froze when I heard the voices I had long thought silenced. My parents, alive, speaking to her as gently as ever: "Jasmine, you're so compassionate… agreeing to end Helen's punishment early." My brother, the one who should still be seeing a therapist, frowned and objected. "No. Not even a day less. Just because she suffers a little doesn't mean she deserves to live." I glanced down at the medical report still warm in my hands. For the first time in years, I smiled. "Perfect," I whispered. "Now I can finally die like I wanted to."

On my very first day at work, I received an unexpected "Carpool Request": "I am currently 3 weeks pregnant. Since I don't know how to drive and for the safety of my baby, I require my colleagues to take turns picking me up and dropping me off." "After some research, I found that your car is worth a lot of money, and it’s less than a year old, meeting my standards for a suitable ride. You will be responsible for driving me home today after work." "I don’t work overtime, so please pack up your things before clock-out time and leave the office on schedule." I frowned and immediately replied: "If you have no shame, I’m happy to donate it to someone who truly needs it!"