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Bagi Primrose, pernikahan tak ubahnya penjara tanpa cinta. Aiden—suami yang tidak pernah menginginkannya, selalu memandangnya sebagai wanita licik yang hanya mengincar harta keluarganya. Satu-satunya cahaya dalam hidup Primrose adalah putri kecil mereka, Daisy—hingga kematian gadis kecil itu menghancurkan segalanya. Tidak hanya itu, Primrose dituduh sebagai penyebab kematian anaknya, membuatnya semakin tenggelam dalam keputusasaan. Terperangkap dalam pernikahan tanpa cinta dan dikelilingi orang-orang yang menginginkannya hancur, Primrose harus menemukan cara untuk bertahan… atau membalas semua luka yang telah mereka berikan padanya!

I double over in pain after assisting Adrian Randall with a late-night operation. He immediately carries me to a ward to check on me. However, before he can do that, he receives a call from a patient and hurries off. That night, I miscarry. When I come out of the operating theater, I see his childhood friend's social media update. She's shared a photo of her baby bump. "He hurried to come to my side just because I was lost. You have to treat Adrian well in the future, my darling!" I rub my belly, which throbs with a dull ache. I don't cry and demand an explanation from Adrian as I would have in the past. Instead, I like the post and apply for a position on the Borderless Medical Assistance Program. The day I leave, the high and mighty Dr. Randall looks at me with red-rimmed eyes. He asks, "How can you bear to leave me behind?"

Kisah cinta masa kecil yang tak pernah pudar. Kisah cinta seorang gadis introvert nan setia yang selalu saja menantikan kehadiran cinta masa kecilnya.

Seorang pekerja kantoran kecil—yang terus-menerus diremehkan oleh orang lain dan ditinggalkan oleh istrinya—berubah menjadi yang terkaya di antara yang kaya dalam semalam.

Aruna Shiva hidup tenang setelah setahun kepergian suaminya ke pangkuan yang Maha Kuasa. Bukan suami terbaik sedunia tapi Aruna merasa hanya sang suami lah yang menyayanginya. Sampai seorang wanita datang membawa seorang anak kecil dan mengaku sebagai istri dari suaminya yang telah tiada. Aruna hancur, terpuruk dan di usianya yang masih dua puluh lima tahun ia memutuskan untuk tidak pernah mempercayai pria manapun lagi. Suatu hari, Adrian Pramudya tidak sengaja menabrak mobil Aruna. Adrian bertanggung jawab dengan bersedia meminjamkan mobil pengganti selama mobil Aruna diperbaiki. Namun hal mengejutkan terjadi ketika Aruna tiba di rumah Adrian, ia bertemu seorang gadis kecil yang memanggilnya dengan sebutan mami. Hatinya bergetar dan semenjak itu, Aruna tidak pernah bisa menolak keinginan gadis kecil bernama Isvara Cherish Pramudya. Sifat Aruna yang keibuan dan menyayangi Isvara membuat Adrian jatuh cinta kepadanya. Apakah Aruna bisa membuka hati untuk Adrian agar bisa menggantikan maminya Isvara yang telah tiada?

There are two options for you to choose from: One quit your surviving job and end up in the street Or Two be in a contractual relationship with your boss for a year. This is your choice to make. The gate of hell or the gate of your struggles paths. What are your choices? Ah Lam bit on her lower lips, she shouldn't have a bash in unexpectedly, she meant no harm or even have the time to discuss what she saw with others except her bestie. But now, it seems like the gates of hell opened up to her. She has always heard of her boss's cold attitude towards his employees of course to those in high posts, not a lower post she's in. never has she met him before, this has turned into one of her nightmares, she shouldn't have bought in the documents files. He gaped at her with those devilish cold eyes and chuckle like the devil himself. "So, what's your choice?" His deep cold voice asked.

“We’re equals, remember? And you’re the king.” He pulled her onto his lap, his right hand gripping her thigh. Their faces were so close, Violet could see the flecks of gold lingering in his irises. “To me, you’re king, Violet Bellerose.” *** Violet Bellerose lives in a jealous, elven world where everyone from royals to bounty hunters are after her unique ability to amplify magic to incredible heights. When she saves the Storm King from an assassin, Violet earns a post at his side as bodyguard, unaware they have begun to unravel each other’s secrets. Forgotten lovers, turbulent powers, and a political marriage push and pull at king and bodyguard. Their bond must strengthen to withstand court rivalries and the enemies at their borders. With only each other to lean on, they face the Blood King together and labor through every obstacle to make it to their coronation. The Elf King and His Bodyguard is created by Hayden Marlowe, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary with Sebastian Gray, he lit up the entire city with fireworks for me. All our friends kept saying what a wonderful man he was—so loving, so romantic. The kind of husband every woman dreams of. At the grand finale, the fireworks burst into words that lit up the night sky: Happy Birthday, Jen. Jennifer Kingsley was Sebastian's first love, his ideal woman, the one who had always lingered in his heart. Sebastian looked at me, his expression almost sheepish. "Ah, it's Jen's birthday too. They must have mixed up the fireworks." That night, Jennifer posted on her social media: "Men are boys till the day they die, always fumbling their way through romance." She added a picture of the fireworks, along with a photo of her and Sebastian standing close under the dazzling display. I liked her post and left a comment: "From school to altar—what a touching love story. When's the wedding?"

Jenny posted a picture of me and her brother, who had an intellectual disability. The caption? "Finally, a happy ending!" The comments were all the same: "Is this your sister-in-law? She’s gorgeous!" I simply replied with a question mark, but Jenny ignored me and responded to someone else instead. "She's kinda my sister-in-law, yes!" It didn't take long for Steven to call me, his tone full of anger. "It was just a little edit, do you really have to blow things out of proportion?" Half an hour later, Jenny posted another photo of her sitting in Steven's luxury car, and even tagged me in it. "We may not be related by blood, but this big brother of mine has always been my rock!" Steven commented. "I'll always be here." I knew he was trying to get a rise on me on purpose to appease Jenny, but I didn't grace them with a reply this time. All I did was like the post and file for divorce.

In my third month of employment, I realized that my colleagues were calling me an old geezer behind my back. This nickname came from Wanda Stewart’s arrogant and ambitious assistant. I had hit the age of 32, but was still clinging onto the last vestiges of hope of marriage after eight long years of our relationship. I asked Wanda, “Do you know that your subordinates call me an old geezer?” She said without batting an eyelid, “That’s just the way Samuel is. He’s just a straight-talker and he’s just kidding. You’re already 32, are you seriously fussing about this?” She then chuckled, “You two are really alike.” My heart turned cold. Turns out that eight years of my youth were nothing but a joke to her. I turned to leave, resigning from my post and blocking her. Yet, the woman who was always so calm and cool started panicking. “Jansen Graham, please come back to me.”