When Two Moguls Meet, Who Rules?

On the eve of my wedding, I was run over by my fiance's childhood friend. My life was in danger. My best friend tried to call my fiance, but he hung up directly. He sent her a text message. "Ruth is sick. I don't have time." My best friend then called her boyfriend who happened to be a well-connected celebrity. However, he said, "Ruth is sick. She needs me by her side right now." After a night of resuscitation, we looked at each other in the ward and spoke at the same time. "I don't want to get married." To our surprise, both our fiances went crazy when they found out we called off our weddings.

Qamaria "Aria" Martin has everything every girl would want in high school life. She is ready to face any challenges college life will throw on her way, but one night changes everything for her. She thought monsters were just myths used to scare them when they were kids, not until she discovered she is one of them. Would she be able to overcome the changes in her life she never thought would happen? Or will she let it consume her? Leo Hunter had always been aware of the prophecy revealed when he was still a kid. That one day, he will meet Aria again, they will lead their pack together, and will take back their home – Crescent Hill. But then he discovered that in fulfilling their destiny, one of them has to die. Is he going to be selfish and run away with Aria? Or is he going to sacrifice himself for his beloved and their pack? Matt Hunter a responsible Alpha and reliable brother. He is willing to do everything for his brother and their pack. Ruthless and is willing to sacrifice everything for his brother and their pack. But things got complicated when he fell in love with his brother’s girl. Would he be able to find a loophole in the prophecy to save the love of his life and his only brother? Is romance heavier than brotherhood? Duty, love, or family; which would he choose?

Warning! Khusus dewasa. Ketulusan cinta tak harus memiliki, namun cukup melihatnya tak terluka. Percintaan rumit dan menguras air mata. Cinta ini mengisahkan seorang wanita bernama "Meranti" yang terjebak cinta di antara lelaki dua bersaudara. Dimana Mera tidak menyangka sama sekali apabila Brandy, lelaki yang menikahinya, ternyata merupakan adik dari Abraham. Mera merasa sulit menerima kenyataan itu. Tanpa Mera sadari, Abraham masih menyimpan cinta yang cukup besar untuk Mera. Karena cinta Abraham yang terlalu dalam, suatu waktu, pria itu nekat menikmati tubuh Meranti meski dengan cara memaksa. Mera menganggapnya sebagai tragedi. Dari tragedi itulah, Mera maupun Abraham terus menerus berada dalam perasaan bersalah. Di tambah lagi dengan kehamilan. Dimana Abraham berkeyakinan tinggi bahwa janin di dalam perut Mera adalah buah dari perbuatan bejatnya. Tapi, salahkah Abraham? Salahkah Mera? Bagaimana dengan Brandy? Yuk baca ceritanya disini ya... Terimakasiiih

"I didn’t know I was marrying two people. He wore the suit, but she pulled the strings. The day I walked down the aisle, eyes locked with the man I loved, I thought I had found peace. I thought I was finally leaving behind the noise of my childhood, the ache of loneliness, and the years I spent praying for a love that would choose me, only me. But no one told me that some men never truly leave their mothers. They marry, yes,but their hearts remain tangled in an invisible umbilical cord, one that stretches past vows, past bedrooms, past boundaries. I moved into our new home, only to find that the walls had ears, hers. We lived in separate flats, but it never truly felt like my space. My marriage was a room she walked into, uninvited but ever present. Her opinions dripped into our arguments, her eyes followed me from behind lace curtains, and her voice echoed in decisions that should have belonged to me and my husband. At first, I kept quiet. I told myself it was cultural. Respect. Family. Then I told myself it was temporary. Then I stopped telling myself anything at all, because nothing I said made a difference. This is not a story of hate. It’s a story of love, tested by bloodlines, boundaries, and a battle I never asked to fight. This is my truth. The marriage I thought was mine. The home that never really felt like home. And the rules I never agreed to, but had to live by, simply because… I was under her roof".

Leaving your world and coming to another all seems wrong and right. Sophia had to leave Marazona to Earth to avoid death in the most cruel way. Everything on Earth seemed weird to her and she seemed weird to Donald, the son of the woman that took her in. But, let's see how Two Worlds are Connected.

How far can you go for love? Emory Meredith Grant grew up living a luxurious life and can buy everything she wants. Loved a man who was not fit and had nothing to be proud of in life. But she still wanted to be with the man she loved. It requires nothing more than to live with Hezekiah, but destiny is playful when their relationship is tested. The ship they were in sank due to a strong storm. Unfortunately, she was separated from her husband and never saw him again. It was as if heaven and earth fell upon her because of the tragedy. She woke up one day and he was no longer beside her and would never return. Despite everything, she still hopes to see him alive and would return. But what if one day he sees him alive? But the painful part is, he can no longer recognize her, and worst of all, his husband is already married to someone else. How will she win him back? Does she need to claim her real husband or does she need to play the role of a mistress? Emory Meredith Grant. A multi-billionaire businesswoman. The heiress. The wife and the mistress.

Ever since we brought our six-year-old daughter, Elise, home, she's been keeping her distance. My husband, Patrick Sheeter, chalked it up to "adjustment issues." Told me to bring her more gifts when I got back from my overseas trip. I was halfway out the door when I heard her voice in my head. 'Should I tell Mom that Della always hits me? 'Dad says Mom hates tattletales. Especially me. 'But if I keep quiet, I might not make it till Mom gets back.' My stomach flipped. I turned around. Elise was curled up in the corner, eyes glassy with tears. Silent. But I still heard her. 'Maybe I lived again just to see Mom one more time.' Patrick, noticing I was frozen, casually reminded me I was gonna miss my flight. Right. Like that mattered. I turned and slapped him so hard. Screw the business trip. I was staying. Let's see who's got the guts to mess with my kid now.

ARYAN "Uh, now that I can't do." I smirked, lifting the picture of my future wife. Wife. I cringed at that word. I would'nt dare deny that she was attractive. But I would need more than those damn enticing dark blue eyes, dark black sex hair and a heart dropping smile. MEERA "Arranged marriages are so sick. How can you get married to a guy you have never me before? For all I know he could look like a military horse." I snickered at my thoughts.

On the flight to Arlencia, a post popped up: [What's it like to have sex in a wedding dress?] The pic showed a girl yanking some guy's purple tie while he hiked up her gown. His face was blurred, but hers? Straight-up blissed out. Everyone in the comments was swooning over how in love they looked. I didn't swoon. I froze. Because that purple tie? I gave it to Zeke Santoro, my fiancé, a few days ago. And that wedding dress? The exact custom one he had made for me. There was only one. I kept zooming in, heart racing, until I spotted a family photo in the background. My hands were shaking when I called him. "I wanna see the dress," I said. He hesitated. "It's at the studio getting final touches. Not with me right now. I'll show it to you later." I just smiled and hung up. That was all I needed. Zeke cheated—and the girl? His stepsister, Jella. Total circus. I reopened the post and shot her a DM: [Your wedding dress is stunning. I have the same one.]

I have spent ten years fighting against the fake heiress, Cynthia Powell, to secure the Powell family's inheritance. Eventually, we both set our sights on the eldest son of the wealthy Wright family, Robin Wright. In my first life, I secure the marriage, but on the very night the shares are transferred to my name, I die a gruesome death. Blood seeps from my eyes and mouth as I collapse. As I lie there dying, Robin calmly wipes the poisonous powder from his fingertips and smiles at me. "My apologies, Kathy Powell. You have to die for the sake of the woman I truly love." I repeatedly curse Cynthia in my heart. In my second life, I am determined to avoid being murdered by Cynthia and her lover. So, I pass the marriage opportunity over to Cynthia. On their wedding day, I'm relaxing at home with a face mask when the police burst through my door and handcuff me. "Cynthia's car was firebombed on the way to the wedding ceremony, and she was burned to a crisp. We found your fingerprints on the fuel tank. You're under arrest for arson and murder. Please come with us," the police orders. The news shocks me. I'm sentenced to death, all thanks to Robin's manipulation. When I wake up, I'm in my third life. After seeing the Wright family's marriage proposal on the table, Cynthia and I take a step back. A chill runs down both our spines. Robin is a curse. How is it that whoever marries him ends up dead?