Video Utopia #hujan

My father cheated. I cut him out of my life. To get my forgiveness, my father put Lucas Moretti, the Don of New York, in my bed. I fell for Lucas, fast. He knew how to play gentle. Night after night, he’d hold me tight, fuck me like he owned me, and whisper how obsessed he was with me. Six months later, I was pregnant. I was the princess of New York's underworld. My father and Lucas gave me everything. They treated me like I was made of glass. But the day of the baby's blessing at the church? They were a no-show. My father said there was family business to handle. Then I got an anonymous link. A wedding. Live. In the video, my father, Lorenzo, was walking his mistress, Carla—the woman who killed my mother—down the aisle, a happy smile plastered on his face. And the other happy couple? My fiancé, and my father's bastard daughter, Sofia. I could hear Lucas’s voice clearly: "Well, Bella used to bully Sofia. I'm just helping her get the justice she deserves... As for Bella, it's time she was unburdened from a life she isn't built for." "I'll take over the Gallo family shares for her," he continued, "so she and our child can live without a care in the world." My father’s voice followed. "Bella’s too much like her mother—ambitious. That’s not a good thing for a woman." As my world shattered, a text from an unknown number lit up my screen: "Marry me, and the child you're carrying will be the sole heir of the Russo family."

Sebuah kisah gelap tentang keputusasaan, kengerian, dan harga sebuah keibuan Tini, ibu muda berusia 19 tahun, terpaksa menerima tawaran menjadi ibu susu di rumah Joglo mewah milik Nyonya Arini. Keputusan yang akan mengubah hidupnya selamanya. Di balik kemegahan ukiran kayu jati dan aroma melati yang memabukkan, tersimpan rahasia kelam tentang keluarga ningrat yang terobsesi memiliki keturunan. Saat Tini menyadari bahwa bayi yang harus disusuinya tak seperti bayi pada umumnya, ia sudah terlanjur terikat kontrak mistis yang tak bisa dibatalkan. Kisah horor Jawa ini akan membawa pembaca menyusuri lorong-lorong gelap rumah Joglo, menghadapi pertanyaan mengganggu tentang makna keibuan, dan harga yang harus dibayar untuk memenuhi tuntutan masyarakat akan kehadiran seorang anak. --- "Setiap wanita memiliki lukanya sendiri. Jangan tambah dalam dengan pertanyaan yang tak perlu." Sebuah pengingat bahwa di balik senyum sopan dan jawaban klise "belum rejeki" dari mereka yang belum dikaruniai anak, mungkin tersimpan kepedihan dan pergulatan batin yang tak pernah kita pahami. Novel ini mengajak kita merefleksikan kembali sensitivitas dalam berinteraksi dengan sesama, terutama terkait isu kesuburan dan keibuan yang begitu personal. Dilarang menjiplak, mengambil sebagian scene ataupun membuatnya dalam bentuk tulisan lain ataupun video tanpa izin penulis. Jika melihat novel ini diplagiat, tolong lapor ke Ig/fb: @hayisaaaroon. Terima kasih, selamat membaca, semoga menghibur dan bermanfaat. 

I am Alpha Bruce’s fated mate. But for eight years, I’ve been his dirty little secret, hiding in plain sight as his Beta. When I saw him preparing the grounds for the Luna ceremony, I thought he was finally going to announce me. But on our eighth anniversary, I saw a video posted by Seraphina, the daughter of the Silvermoon Pack’s Alpha. In it, she was coyly showing off the mating mark on her neck. The caption read: [Eight years apart, eight years you waited. I'm finally going to be yours!] And the hand holding her—I knew it instantly. It was Bruce’s. Only the spot on his wrist where my name had been tattooed now read ‘Seraphina.’ I ran out, desperate to confront them, but I was attacked by rogues on the way. I called for Bruce through our mind-link, over and over. The last time, I heard his voice, low and thick with desire: “Isadora? She was just a placeholder for you. A worthless, parentless she-wolf. She wouldn’t dare make a scene even if she knew.” Lost in despair, the fragile life I carried inside me flickered and died. But they didn’t know that a month ago, my birth parents—the Alpha and Luna of the Silvermoon Pack—had found me. I am the true Alpha’s daughter of the Silvermoon Pack. Seraphina is just an impostor. After the sterile cold of the surgery, the first thing I did was call my mother. “Mom, I’ve made up my mind. I’m coming home to take my place. I agree to the alliance you mentioned, but I want Seraphina exiled from the Silvermoon Pack!”

Our third wedding anniversary was coming up, but my wife, a programmer at a major tech company, suddenly claimed she had to work overtime to meet deadlines. She said she couldn't go on the trip we'd planned. That very afternoon, however, her intern posted a video on social media. My wife—the same woman who normally wouldn't even open a door for fear of chipping her manicure—was holding a screwdriver, repairing an old flip phone. The caption read: [Having a programmer wife is the best. Even when Grandma's phone breaks, we don't need to pay for repairs.] I chuckled, liked the post, and commented: [Right up her alley.] Within minutes, the company group chat exploded. There were over ninety-nine unread messages speculating on when I'd finally snap. Not long after, my wife called. Her voice was ice-cold. "What was that comment supposed to mean? How is Shawn supposed to face anyone at work now? "His grandma's phone broke, so I fixed it. What's the problem? Your parents have always spoiled you. You can't possibly understand real hardship. "Delete the comment. I'll make it up to you over the New Year; we can take that trip then." The New Year? I'd already waited through two other major public holidays. I'd even taken special leave for this trip, and she still bailed. Now she was dangling empty promises again? I hung up on her. My leave ended around the same time as our divorce cooling-off period.

Evanna Laura, gadis muda berusia 21 tahun, terpaksa menikah dengan seorang pria kaya raya, Khandra Anantara, demi melunasi hutang ayahnya. Namun, pernikahan ini bukanlah pernikahan biasa. Khandra, terpaksa menikahi Evanna untuk memulihkan reputasi dan kariernya setelah video mesum pribadinya tersebar luas. Evanna tidak memiliki pilihan selain menerima kenyataan pahit itu. Sebagai anak haram yang selalu dipandang sebelah mata oleh keluarganya, Evanna dianggap tumbal yang pantas untuk menyelamatkan keluarganya dari krisis finansial. Pernikahan mereka penuh dengan intrik dan misteri. Khandra, seorang pria angkuh dan tertutup yang sama sekali tidak menginginkan pernikahan ini. Bahkan, di malam pertama, ia meninggalkan Evanna tanpa penjelasan. Setelah itu Khandra bahkan menyodorkan surat perjanjian yang harus Evanna setujui. Evanna harus belajar menerima kenyataan bahwa suaminya memiliki penilaian buruk tentang perempuan karena pengalaman kelamnya masa lalunya. Di balik sikap dingin Khandra, tersembunyi rahasia mengapa ia begitu membenci perempuan. Selain itu, Khandra harus menghadapi tantangan memulihkan reputasinya dan mempertahankan kendali atas perusahaan keluarganya dari rong-rongan orang-orang yang ingin menjatuhkannya. Pernikahan ini membawa mereka ke dalam perjalanan yang penuh dengan drama, intrik, dan pengkhianatan. Akankah Evanna dan Khandra mampu melampaui perbedaan dan menemukan cinta sejati dalam pernikahan yang berawal tanpa cinta itu? Atau apakah masa lalu dan prasangka akan menghalangi mereka untuk mencapai kebahagiaan yang sesungguhnya?

Setelah berhasil mendaftar program Dokter Lintas Batas, aku menyerahkan jabatan direktur rumah sakit kepada Jihan. Sahabatku merasa kasihan padaku dan berkata, "Kalau kamu pergi, kamu sendiri yang sepenuhnya memutuskan hubunganmu dengan Ardha." Aku tersenyum lembut. "Aku cuma mengembalikannya kepada orang yang dia dambakan." Di kehidupan sebelumnya, Ardha dan aku adalah pasangan yang terkenal sering berselisih. Dia membenciku karena aku menolak menggantikan posisi Jihan menjadi Dokter Lintas Batas, yang mengakibatkan Jihan terinfeksi virus di tengah perang dan meninggal. Aku benci kemunafikan dan kekonyolannya. Kalau memang dia mencintai Jihan, kenapa dia berjanji kepada orang tuaku bahwa dia akan menjagaku seumur hidupku? Selama tujuh tahun pernikahan kami, doa terindah yang kami ucapkan kepada satu sama lain adalah, "Semoga kamu mati sengsara." Tapi, di tengah hujan peluru medan perang, dia tertembak di jantung, menggunakan napas terakhirnya untuk melindungiku dengan tubuhnya. "Aku sudah mengatur seseorang untuk menjemputmu. Begitu serangan udara ini selesai, cepat pergi. Kamu harus selamat ...." Di tengah kesadarannya yang kabur, dia bergumam. "Aku akan melindungimu di kehidupan ini. Semoga kita nggak ketemu lagi di kehidupan selanjutnya." "Jihan, aku datang." Sayangnya, serangan bom yang dijatuhkan dari langit tidak memberiku kesempatan untuk melarikan diri dan akhirnya menelan kami berdua. Saat aku membuka mata lagi, aku mendapati diriku kembali ke malam sebelum pernikahan kami. Ardha, di kehidupan ini, aku akan mengabulkan keinginanmu.

Raisel Alaric Warden, a devoted wife, loves caring for her husband, Alaric Warden, a millionaire businessman at Warden Company. They fell in love in college and have been happily married for three years. However, Raisel’s world was shaken when she discovered that Alaric had feelings for Davina, his secretary, from their university days. Though initially unworried, Raisel noticed Alaric’s growing absence at events. At a social gathering, Raisel’s best friend, Hazel, noticed her solitude. “Why are you by yourself?” Hazel asked, handing Raisel a drink. “Alaric was busy,” Raisel replied, masking her unease. As they spoke, Raisel saw Alaric with Davina, their affection evident. When Davina kissed Alaric’s cheek, causing a stir among photographers, Raisel’s heart sank. “What is this all about?” Raisel asked, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry, Raisel, but I want a divorce. I love Davina,” Alaric confessed, as tears filled Raisel’s eyes and cameras flashed around them. Overwhelmed, Raisel fled, only to be caught by strong arms—those of Soren Dalton, her best friend and billionaire businessman, whom she hadn’t seen in five years. “Soren,” Raisel whispered. Understanding the situation from a video his bodyguard showed him, Soren’s expression turned cold, his glare fixed on Alaric, Davina, and the paparazzi. “Remember in college, when I pretended to be your boyfriend to keep other guys away? Let’s do that again,” he whispered in her ear. Torn between the past and present, Raisel looked between Soren and Alaric, caught in a whirlwind of emotions.

Vivienne Alvarado secretly married Rogue Montague five years ago. Ngunit isang araw, isang magandang balita sana ang sasabihin ni Vivienne sa asawa niya nang makatanggap siya ng isang video kung saan makikita si Rogue, kasama ang kambal nilang anak at isang babae na kung tawagin nila ay Aunt Celeste, ay masayang nagdiriwang ng kaarawan ng mommy ni Rogue. Nadurog ang puso ni Vivienne kaya hindi siya nag-atubiling makipag-divorce kay Rogue dahil para sa kaniya ay panloloko ang ginagawa nito. Kahit ilang beses nagpaliwanag si Rogue, hindi ito pinakinggan ni Vivienne. Rogue had no choice but to accept Vivienne's decision. They went back to the U.S.—where they had married secretly—and got divorced. However, three years later, fate would bring them together again. At hindi inaasahan ni Vivienne na hahantong siya sa isang matinding desisyon—iyon ay kung papatuluyin niya ang ngayo'y ex-husband niyang si Rogue kasama ang magkambal sa kaniyang bahay sa gitna ng nararanasan nilang unos o hindi. Gayunpaman, akala ni Vivienne ay iyon lamang ang magiging hamon sa kaniyang buhay, ngunit nagkamali siya nang lokohin siya ng taong pinagkakatiwalaan niya at nang magkasakit ang kaniyang anak. Desperate to save her daughter, Vivienne had no choice but to auction herself off. But she’ll be shocked to discover who bought her: her billionaire ex-husband, Rogue Montague.

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.

An meinem Geburtstagsausflug erschien mein Mann Niklas Hofmann plötzlich mit meiner Adoptivschwester Lena Sommer und ihrem Kind. Als wir abreisen wollten, setzte er sie selbstverständlich auf den Beifahrersitz und sagte zu mir: „Das Kind bekommt leicht auf Reisekrankheit, der Rücksitz ist voller Sachen — du bist ja gesund, nimm den Bus.“ Auch meine Freunde stimmten ihm zu: „Du bist die ältere Schwester, es ist nur richtig, dass du auf das Kind deiner Schwester aufpasst.“ Es standen vier Autos bereit — aber für mich, die Hauptperson, war kein Platz mehr. Mit einem quälenden Gefühl in der Brust stieg ich in den Bus und sah in der WhatsApp-Gruppe, wie Niklas und Lena sich zärtlich verhielten. Und selbst die Themen, über die sie sprachen, waren mir völlig unbekannt. Als ich das neu eingegangene Video öffnete, war auf dem Tisch, der für mich bestimmt war, nur noch der übrig gebliebene Essenrest. Sogar der Geburtstagskuchen, den ich liebevoll zubereitet hatte, wurde von Niklas als Nachtisch an Lena und ihre Tochter verfüttert. Jemand konnte es nicht mehr ansehen und fragte ihn, ob das nicht falsch sei. Niklas, der gerade sorgfältig Lenas Mund abwischte, hob nicht einmal den Kopf: „Wir sind doch eine Familie. Clara wird sich nicht ärgern.“ In diesem Moment war die siebenjährige Ehe zu Ende.