Villa Parangtritis Yogyakarta

Dans la villa déserte, Sophie Jonathan était assise sur le canapé, immobile. Ce n’est qu’après un long moment que la porte d’entrée s’est ouverte et que Théo Réaumur a fait son apparition. Son regard s’est attardé un instant sur elle avant que son visage ne s’assombrisse instantanément. « Aujourd’hui, Camille a de la fièvre. Pourquoi m’as-tu appelé autant de fois ? »

The little boy I had saved when we were kids grew up to be a possessive, obsessive CEO. For ten years, he kept me by his side, using my grandmother's illness as a bargaining chip to force me into marrying him. He tried everything to win my heart, pulling every trick in the book, but no matter what he did, he could never make me love him. In a fit of rage, he found a woman who looked almost exactly like me to take my place. They flaunted their relationship for everyone to see, and people whispered that the CEO had finally found his true love. But that day, the woman, riding on his affection, barged into the villa with her entourage. She broke my fingers one by one, slashed my face with a utility knife, and removed my clothes to humiliate me. "Even though you had surgery to look like me, I'll let that slide. But you even learned to paint like me, too? You really did your homework. Let's see how you try to seduce men now!" Just as I was bleeding out and on the verge of death, the obsessive CEO finally showed up. The stand-in grabbed my hair and dragged me in front of him, smugly reporting, "Honey, this wench was hiding in the villa trying to seduce you. I've made sure she can't succeed!"

During a classmates' reunion party, the villa unexpectedly collapses, trapping both Priscilla Hobbs, my husband's true love, and me beneath the fallen ceiling. My husband is a member of the rescue team. To keep Priscilla alive, he chooses to lift the ceiling from her side. He says, "Pris is an actress. She can't be crippled." The ceiling crushes my legs as it's lifted from the other end. My husband seems to have forgotten that I have a congenital blood clotting disorder. Without my legs, I'll die…

My bride went missing on the night of our big day but woke up in my brother's room the next day. My parents persuaded me to ignore it for the sake of fame but scolded my wife as an easy girl. Angrily, I moved out of the villa with my wife. Soon after, my wife had a miscarriage and suffered from depression due to gossip. She jumped off from the top floor in front of me. Desperately, I followed her. Opening my eyes again, I found myself back to the time when the wedding ended.

Dr. Raka Permadi, seorang sejarawan jenius, telah mengubur masa lalunya dalam arsip kuno, lari dari bayang-bayang ayahnya, seorang dalang legendaris yang kematiannya diselimuti misteri. Namun, ketika serangkaian pembunuhan brutal terjadi di Yogyakarta—setiap korban ditata menyerupai adegan tragis dari wiracarita Mahabharata—Raka dipaksa keluar dari keheningannya oleh Kompol Kirana, seorang detektif pragmatis dari Jakarta. Saat Raka menyadari gaya pembunuhan ini adalah tiruan sempurna dari pakem sang ayah, penyelidikan ini berubah menjadi pencarian kebenaran personal. Di antara manuskrip dan suluk kuno, Raka dan Kirana berpacu melawan Sang Dalang, seorang pembunuh cerdas yang mementaskan keadilan berdarah di jalanan kota. Namun, Raka segera menemukan bahwa ini bukanlah sekadar pembunuhan. Sang Dalang sedang menyiapkan panggung untuknya, sebuah babak final di mana dirinya harus memilih: menjadi pahlawan dalam lakon mematikan ini, atau menjadi korban berikutnya.

Arin seorang mahasiswi rantauan dari pulau Sulawesi hidup di Yogyakarta demi mewujudkan mimpi dan mengangkat derajat orangtuanya. Hidup di kota tidak semudah yang dibayangkan. Arin harus bekerja keras demi melangsungkan hidupnya tatkala beasiswa yang diberikan tidak mencukupi hidupnya. Pada kerasnya kehidupan itu, Arin bertemu Adam dan Khan. Dua pria yang mengulurkan kedua tangan mereka demi membantu Arin melewati kesulitan hidupnya. Namun, tidak semudah itu menerima uluran tangan seseorang dalam kehidupannya. Ada banyak hal yang harus di pertaruhkan. Terutama ketika benih cinta Arin perlahan tumbuh pada Adam namun keadaan mengharuskannya menikah dengan Khan. Arin sedang menego cintanya. Berusaha menerima kenyataan akan tebaran cinta Khan yang membanjiri hari-harinya. Cinta Khan yang tulus, cinta Adam yang setia, dan Cinta Arin yang ikhlas bertemu pada satu waktu yang menguras habis tenaga dan pikiran mereka.

No one knows the secret romance of Van and Fatima, the eldest child of Della Villa, but there is no secret that cannot be revealed. Van's mother found out their secret which made her happy and accept it. But the reaction of the eldest son Gayrill, Van's brother was different . Fatima didn't quite know why Gayrill was so angry with her even then. Unbeknoqst to Fatima she took something from Garyrill, Gayrill wanted to be replace it un any way. He would like to see the tears in Fatima's eyes qhen he already took what she stole from Gayrill, claim it.

Ian Ludwig and I have grown more in sync in the eight years we have been married. I believe him when he lies to me that he's on a business trip, when in reality he's buying a villa for Francesca Yarrington, his childhood friend. He also believes me when I hand him a divorce agreement, saying that it is a property transfer agreement. There's still one month left in the cooling-off period before our divorce is finalized. That gives me just enough time to clear out everything from our eight years of marriage.

After two years of marriage, Joshua suddenly asked for a divorce.He said, "She's back. Let's get a divorce, and you can ask for whatever you want."Two years of marriage could not withstand a single turn of events. As the saying goes, 'If the ex sheds a tear, the current lover will surely lose.'Without making a fuss, Cynthia chose to comply and presented her conditions."I want your most expensive supercar.""Okay.""And the villa in the outskirts.""Deal.""And let's split the tens of billions we earned during our two-year marriage.""Excuse me, what?"

A dark and gloomy villa stood in the middle of the barren landscape, hidden from sight by a perched hedge. It was phenomenal and spectacular, but it makes it appear to have succumbed to a sullen and ominous atmosphere, both inside and out. A lanky hedge and gnarled shrubs give off the impression that the house has indeed been overlooked. The rainstorm seeping from the sewer pipes made the place appear miserable and dispirited. Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping. People have claimed that the residence was plagued by the witch who died there, but there has been no tangible evidence to substantiate their claims. It was even widely speculated that the villa was venomous and mowed down the leaves of trees that come into direct contact with its concrete pillars. People also construed a terrifying presumption that whoever tries to enter the house will never make it out alive because there is something inside that you would never dare to see with your very own eyes. Whatever was real or not, it was unmistakably foreshadowing, exponentially cold and savage at a hundredth of a thousand glances. A breathtaking doll sat competently on a rocking chair inside the house. Waiting complacently for someone brave and heroic enough to unravel the abominable and ghoulish mystery and paradox behind her enchanting, spine-chilling smile.