Villains Also Get Second Chance

broke my heart eight years ago. Now she's my boss. Emma Parker has spent years building walls around her heart, brick by painful brick. At 26, she's a rising star at one of San Francisco's most prestigious law firms, and she's worked damn hard to get here, partially to prove she's more than the naive college freshman who fell for her mentor and got destroyed. Then she walks back into Emma's life. Alexandra Richardson. Successful, gorgeous, and apparently Emma's new senior partner. The woman who taught Emma about law, about passion, and about heartbreak—in that order. Eight years ago, Alex chose her career over their secret relationship and disappeared without looking back. Now she claims she never stopped thinking about Emma. Now she says leaving was the biggest mistake of her life. Emma wants to hate her. She really does. But when they're forced to work together on a career-defining case, those old feelings resurface with a vengeance. Late nights in the office. Stolen glances. Accidental touches that linger too long. The chemistry that once consumed them is still there, burning hotter than ever.

"Your husband is so wild in bed!" On the eve of my childbirth, I received a provocative video from my husband's mistress, flaunting their affair.In the video, my supposedly loyal husband, Max Jennings, and his mistress were entangled in a hotel bed, exchanging dirty talk and engaging in various sexual positions.The shock of it all triggered premature labor, resulting in a stillbirth that left me utterly devastated.Max, consumed by guilt, fell to his knees before me, tears streaming down his face. Desperately, he begged for my forgiveness. Little did he know, I had already uncovered all his schemes - the secret transfer of his assets, the signing of substantial life insurance policies, and the true cause of our baby's tragic demise.I clung to him, sobbing uncontrollably, like a typical housewife shattered by her husband's betrayal.But in the depths of my heart, a grim thought emerged: "Max, since you won't agree to a divorce, it seems that becoming a widow is my only way out."During this tumultuous period in my life, I met Luke Walker.The people in our town describe Luke as an angel who has fallen to Earth—an honorable and composed beacon of light. Yet, somehow, he took an interest in me—a woman scorned and deemed hopeless after a failed second marriage.No one understands the truth. It was Luke who relentlessly pursued me, drawing me deeper into a complex relationship!

On my eighteenth birthday, the High King summoned the heirs of the four great clans—the Vampires, the Werewolves, the High Serpent Clan, and the Merfolk. He laid their portraits before me and said, "Choose one to be your bondmate." I did not hesitate. I pointed to Damon—the werewolf with no noble bloodline, born in a forgotten corner of the realm. The entire court erupted in disbelief. Everyone knew who I used to love. Alpha Iris—the heir of the most powerful Lycan bloodline. For seven years, I chased him with blind devotion. No matter how harshly he treated me, I never gave up. I confessed to him over and over, sometimes right in the royal court. I even performed a blood-binding ritual—slitting my wrist—to earn the right to marry him. In my previous life, I got what I wanted—I married him and we performed the mate bonding ceremony. With that union, he inherited the High King's resources and rose to become the ruler of all four clans. However, what I did not expect was that after our wedding, he turned around and marked my adoptive sister. My parents were furious and sent her away. From that day on, Iris hated me with a vengeance. He surrounded himself with women who all looked eerily like her. One by one, they came—each more vicious than the last. With his silent approval, they tore me down, piece by piece, until I was nothing more than a joke—no longer the queen I once was. The suffering pushed me into severe depression. Only suppressants keep my wolf form from spiraling out of control. Until one day, my medication was replaced with a slow-acting poison. He was the one who did it. I died alone, locked away in the cold palace, a child still growing inside me. However, fate gave me another chance. In this life, I would not make the same mistake. When the High King once again asked me to choose a partner for the marriage alliance, I chose Damon—the one no one ever noticed—without even blinking. I thought I was finally free of the past. However, the moment the engagement was announced… Alpha Iris lost his mind.

“Kita adalah sepasang kerusakan yang saling mencoba memperbaiki.” *** Keluar dari kandang singa, masuk ke kolam buaya. Itulah situasi yang cocok untuk Scarlett Delillah saat ini. Terlepas dari tuduhan percobaan pembunuhan terhadap Regis Mondru—kekasih yang tidak mau mengakui kehamilannya, ia diusir keluarganya karena dianggap sebagai pembawa aib. Dari Brooklyn, Scarlett pindah ke New York untuk memulai hidup baru. Berjuang dan berhasil bertahan hidup dengan putrinya sebagai pâtisserie sekaligus pemilik toko roti Bake Me Up. Di saat kondisnya mulai stabil, adik ipar sahabatnya bernama William Molchior yang berlebel playboy berusaha mendekatinya. Scarlett yang trauma tentu tidak semudah itu menerima William. Namun, miliyuner tersebut selalu berusaha merobohkan dinding pertahannya yang sudah susah payah ia bangun. Bagaimana bila dinding yang sudah hampir dirobohkan William kembali utuh karena Regis tiba-tiba datang, memaafkan segala kesalahannya yang dulu lalu menawarinya sebuah pernikahan dan keluarga? Yang Scarlett ragu akan ia temukan pada diri playboy William Molchior. Lalu siapakah yang harus ia pilih? Si singa alias ayah biologis putrinya? Atau si buaya yang katanya sudah insyaf? *** Chacha Prima

No clue what kind of karma got me stuck with William Wilde as my roommate. College was supposed to be chill, finally some freedom. But with him? It felt like SAT season all over again. I gamed, he hit the books. I went out, he grinded certs. I tried everything to mess with his groove. Then one day, he looked up and went, "Isaac, do you like me?"

Clara baru saja diusir dari kediamannya sendiri. Orang tuanya belum lama meninggal. Namun, bukannya mendapat topangan dari kerabatnya, mereka malah merampas semua harta yang ditinggalkan oleh kedua orang tua Clara. Clara berjalan tak tentu arah. Ia hanya diperbolehkan membawa pakaian-pakaiannya sendiri. Tanpa diberi uang sepeserpun. Ia tidur dimanapun dirasa tempat itu mampu menghalanginya dari turunnya hujan dan panas. Wajahnya yang cantik jelita mulai terlihat kotor akibat tak terawat. Siang itu, Clara beristirahat di bangku taman tempat anak-anak TK bermain. Berjalan cukup jauh membuat tubuhnya cukup lelah. Belum sempat memejamkan mata ia mendengar suara anak kecil yang memanggilnya 'mama'. "Mama? Mama ngapain disini? Kenapa mama gak pernah pulang? Papa bilang, mama pergi jauh sekali. Kenapa mama jahat sama Devan?" Ucap anak itu pada Clara. Clara hanya bisa terdiam cukup lama mendengar perkataan anak itu. Seingatnya ia belum pernah melakukan hubungan dengan siapapun. Tapi, kenapa anak ini memanggilnya mama?

Nadin Maharani terpaksa harus menikah dengan Raka Argantara yang adalah kakak iparnya usai insiden yang merenggut nyawa suaminya Rafa Argantara kala dirinya sedang mengandung anak pertama yang baru menginjak usia 2 bulan. Detik terkahir sebelum suaminya memejamkan mata untuk selamanya—Rafa meminta kepada Raka untuk menikahi istrinya bahkan dalam keadaan Raka sudah beristri sekalipun. Pilu yang dirasakan kala menjadi istri kedua dari seorang laki-laki yang masih sangat mencintai istrinya. Namun meskipun seperti itu, Nadin telah berjanji kepada mendiang suaminya untuk menerima Raka dan mencoba untuk membuka hatinya untuk kakak ipar yang berganti status sebagai suaminya. Lantas, apakah Raka bisa melakukan hal yang sama kepada Nadin? Apakah Raka bisa menerima Nadin sepenuhnya? Mencintai wanita itu layaknya ia mencintai istri pertamanya dan layaknya ia Rafa mencintai Nadin? Atau justru Raka menyiksa Nadin dalam pernikahan yang sudah melukai istri pertamanya?

Drei Tage vor unserer Hochzeit wurde mein Verlobter, Raphael Russo, bei einer Schießerei zwischen rivalisierenden Banden getötet. Man fand nicht einmal eine Leiche. Während ich in Trauer versank, blitzten plötzlich Kommentare vor meinen Augen auf: [Wach auf, Mädel! Der Sarg ist leer! Er hat seinen Tod vorgetäuscht! Das Schwein ist abgehauen zu dieser hinterhältigen Schlampe Chloe – die nur so tut, als wäre sie krank!] [Während du dir auf der Beerdigung die Augen ausheulst, vögelt Raphael Chloe im Hotelbett die Seele aus dem Leib.] [Wenn er zurückkommt, wird er behaupten, er hat eine Amnesie. Du wirst nichts ahnen und ihm verzeihen. Du armes Ding…] Einen Monat später ging die Nachricht von meiner Hochzeit mit dem Mafia-Boss Marcello Falcone durch ganz New York. Raphaels rechte Hand stellte mich wütend zur Rede. „Wie konntest du den Boss so verraten?“ Ich klammerte mich fester an Marcellos Arm und lächelte. „Eine Frau kann nicht ewig trauern, oder? Ich bin sicher, Raphael würde sich im Jenseits für mich freuen.“

The day my husband, Eric Johnson, brought his foster sister home from overseas, he gave her our master bedroom. "Yvonne just lost her husband. She's heartbroken, so I want her to feel comfortable," he said. I nodded obediently. "Okay." The next day was my birthday. Yvonne said she was feeling down and wanted her brother, Eric, to go stargazing with her. Eric turned to me and said, "She really needs me right now. I'll celebrate your birthday with you later." Still, I smiled and nodded. "Okay." Ten years of marriage and I was ready to walk away from it all… Because I have lived this life once already. In my previous life, I made the mistake of asking Eric to stay with me on my birthday. I did not let him go stargazing with Yvonne. She ended up falling into the water in her sorrow and was rushed to the hospital. After that, Eric shoved my head into a bathtub and held me there until I drowned. In this second life, when Eric handed me the divorce papers and said, "I’m only marrying Yvonne to help her revoke her foreign citizenship and restore her citizenship here. Once it's done, we'll remarry." I did not hesitate. I signed my name without a second thought. By the time he came looking for me again, I was already sitting on his archenemy's lap, smiling like a flower in full bloom.

The last thing Valentina Serra sees before she dies is the crack in the ceiling above her bed. She is 45 years old. She is not unhappy. That, she realizes in the last seconds of her first life, is the most devastating thing she could say about it. She opens her eyes in a university lecture hall in Barcelona. She is 20 years old. Her notebook is open, her pen is in her hand, and she can feel — with the precision of someone who has lived an entire life — exactly how much she is about to waste if she does nothing. She does something. Armed with 25 years of memory, Valentina sets out to close every loop she left open: the military commission she dismissed, the marketing career she let others architect for her, the relationship she stayed in long past its expiry date, and the mother she visited but never truly knew. One by one, she reaches for the life she talked herself out of the first time around. But the two people closest to her — the friends who have always been there, always supportive, always first to suggest the safer, smaller option — are watching. And when Valentina begins exceeding the quiet ceiling that they built for her, Isabel and David begin to coordinate. Then there is Ethan Cole. Washington D.C. Investment sector. Five years younger, which bothered her the first time. He will walk into her life again in Barcelona, and this time Valentina already knows what the long dinner and the careful conversation and the late-night walk along the Passeig de Gràcia will mean — if she doesn't talk herself out of it. She is not going to talk herself out of it.