William J Smith Db Cooper

Maya hates werewolves. Why wouldn’t she? They killed her parents in the Blood War and they killed her adoptive parents only son. They were welcomed in the town but left only pain, grief and ruin in their wake. The town life is simple after the Blood War, live your life and hate werewolves. Her life becomes a bit complicated when a mysterious boy moves into town and joins their elite private school. Their attraction is magnetic and intense and this new emotion gives Maya a different sense of things, she falls for him, fast and hard. But what happens when he tells her what he truly is? And even worse, when she finds out what she is? Will their messed up relationship stand the test of the truth coming to light or will it break just like the trust she had in him?

Setelah empat tahun pernikahan, satu tanda tangan dari dirinya sendiri akhirnya membebaskanku, meski dia sama sekali tidak sadar apa yang sudah dia tandatangani. Aku adalah Sofia Wijaya, istri bayangan dari Revan Mahendra, pewaris keluarga mafia paling berkuasa di kota ini. Tapi saat kekasih masa kecilnya, Olivia Kartika yang gemerlap dan penuh keistimewaan itu kembali, aku akhirnya mengerti, aku hanya sementara. Jadi aku memainkan langkah terakhirku. Aku menyodorkan dokumen di atas mejanya, gugatan cerai yang kusamarkan sebagai formulir universitas rutin. Revan menandatanganinya tanpa menoleh lagi, ujung pena menggores kertas sama sembrono seperti dia memperlakukan sumpah pernikahan kami, tanpa sadar kalau dia baru saja mengakhiri pernikahan ini. Namun aku melangkah pergi membawa lebih dari sekadar kebebasan. Tersembunyi di balik mantelku, ada pewarisnya yang belum lahir, rahasia yang kelak bisa menghancurkannya ketika ia sadar apa yang telah ia lepaskan. Dan sekarang, pria yang dulu bahkan tidak pernah memperhatikanku itu sedang mengguncang dunia untuk mencariku. Dari apartemen megah sampai ke selokan dunia bawah tanah, tak ada sudut yang ia lewatkan. Namun aku bukan mangsa lemah yang hanya menunggu untuk ditangkap. Aku bangkit dan membangun diriku lagi, di tempat di mana bahkan satu orang pun dari Keluarga Mahendra tidak bisa mengikutiku. Kali ini, aku tidak akan lagi memohon cintanya. Justru dia yang akan memohon cintaku.

Sophia Walsh thought she had it all: a husband who loved her, a home, and the possibility of a happy family. But on her wedding anniversary, her dreams are shattered when Ryan accuses her of cheating, fueled by his conniving friend Lana. The tragedy culminates in the death of Sophia's baby, which leaves her humiliated and shattered. Just as Sophia reaches the lowest point, Landon Sullivan—a man she never expected—arrives to reveal the truth: she is the rightful heiress of the powerful Sullivan family. With a new-found strength and resources, Sophia gets ready to rise from the ashes and take revenge on the people who wronged her. But with great power comes great danger. As Sophia settles into her new identity, she must determine whether revenge is worth the cost-or if she can find peace in reclaiming her life on her terms.

I stopped fighting. The moment I came back, I stepped out of the family spotlight on purpose— no arguments, no expectations, no awkward “let’s bond” moments. And somehow… that’s when my parents lost their minds. They made my little sister the heir? I congratulated them and filed my transfer to the Vegas branch the same afternoon. They threw her a massive coming-of-age gala? I smiled, booked a flight, and left before the invitations were printed. They bought her a limited-edition luxury car? I claimed my “old wrist injury” made driving impossible and insisted she take it. I thought they’d be relieved. I thought they’d finally get their perfect family without me messing up the picture. But instead—my cold, distant parents started calling nonstop. Showing up at my door. Pleading with me to come home. Asking what they did wrong. Why now? Why only when I stopped trying? Because in my last life, I spent decades clawing for their love— only to die bitter, resented, and humiliated. Even my grown son told me I was embarrassing. This time, I came back different. I refused to fight for a place in their world again. I refused to compete with my sister. I refused to beg. But the moment I stepped away… the entire family empire began to crack. And now they’re terrified. Not because I left— but because they finally realized what they lost.

When you are growing up adults usually tell you that you can be whatever you want to be, right?! I was told I would be a starving artist if I became what I wanted to be. I let their words become me. All their words. I let them dictate the person I became. I kept the real me to myself after so many years of their hatred for that person. I let little bits of my soul break away and die to keep their torment to a minimum. I learned to not rock the boat, just keep my head down and do as I was told. I was the party crasher on their life that never left. Until I shocked them when I did. Out on my own, I wasn’t as strong as I thought I was. I settled for the first “nice guy” to come along. That quickly fizzled out after a shotgun wedding. After a year alone I met Prince Charming #2 at a backyard BBQ. I didn’t know my jerk radar was still broken. Then out of nowhere, the one I had always thought was a jerk turned out to surprisingly be my Prince Charming. Being the man, I need in my life. He became everything I needed, and everything I didn’t know I wanted. Allowing me to grow and blossom as a person which inspires him to do the same. And we live happily ever after.

Vier Jahre Ehe. Eine Unterschrift – seine eigene –, die mich befreite, obwohl er nie begriff, was er da unterschrieb. Ich war Sophia Moretti, die unsichtbare Ehefrau von James Moretti, dem Erben der mächtigsten Mafiafamilie der Stadt. Doch als seine Kindheitsliebe, die blendende und privilegierte Vicky, zurückkehrte, verstand ich endlich: Ich war immer nur eine Übergangslösung. Also spielte ich meinen letzten Zug. Ich schob die Papiere über seinen Schreibtisch – eine Scheidung, getarnt als Routineformulare der Universität. James unterschrieb, ohne auch nur einen zweiten Blick darauf zu werfen. Seine Füllfeder kratzte so achtlos über das Papier wie er einst unsere Eide behandelt hatte – ohne zu merken, dass er damit unsere Ehe beendete. Doch ich ging mit mehr als nur meiner Freiheit. Unter meinem Mantel trug ich seinen ungeborenen Erben – ein Geheimnis, das ihn vernichten würde, wenn er begreift, was er verloren hat. Jetzt reißt der Mann, der mich nie beachtet hat, die Welt auseinander, um mich zu finden. Vom Penthouse bis in die finsteren Ecken der Unterwelt wälzt er jeden Stein um. Aber ich bin keine zitternde Beute, die darauf wartet, gefunden zu werden. Ich habe mich jenseits seiner Reichweite wieder aufgebaut – an einem Ort, an dem nicht einmal ein Moretti folgen kann. Diesmal werde ich nicht um seine Liebe flehen. Er wird um meine flehen.

On the day that was supposed to be my wedding—the bride wasn’t me. The ceremony I’d waited for five years for turned into a joke when Valentina, my sister, walked down the marble aisle in a white wedding dress. Her arm was linked with Luca’s — the man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the altar. “I’m sorry, Bianca,” she said softly. “But you are no longer the bride today.” Then she touched her stomach, eyes gleaming with triumph. “I’m pregnant with Don Romano’s child.” Her words detonated inside my skull, and the whole world went silent. As if afraid I wouldn’t believe her, she lifted something glossy up towards the light. A black-and-white ultrasound image. It read clearly: Gestational age — 12 weeks. My eyes burned, tears stinging as I turned to Luca, desperately searching for anything—a denial, an explanation, regret. Instead, he only sighed, weary and resigned. “Bianca, I’m sorry.” he said helplessly. “Valentina doesn’t have much time left. This wedding… it was her last wish.” “I’ll make it up to you,” he added. “We can have another wedding later.” My father, Moretti, stood behind him, wearing the same stern expression he’d worn my entire life. I have never seen him smile at me, not even once. “Bianca,” he said sharply, “Your sister is dying. Let her have this.” My brother nodded without saying a single word, as if that was enough to be a solid answer. All my life, they had chosen her—her tears, her whims, her needs—over mine. Today was no different. Something inside me quietly cracked. Fine. If no one in this family cares about me, I’ll leave.

The day Calista Everhart gets divorced, her divorce papers end up splashed online, becoming hot news in seconds. The reason for divorce was highlighted in red: "Husband impotent, leading to an inability to fulfill wife's essential needs." That very night, her husband, Lucian Northwood, apprehends her in the stairwell. He voice was low as he told her, "Let me prove that I'm not at all impotent …"

"Aku butuh bantuanmu untuk memalsukan kecelakaan pesawat pribadi," kataku pelan. "Itu satu-satunya cara agar aku bisa meninggalkan Dirga Valendra." Orang-orang mengatakan dia meninggalkan takhta Mafia demi aku. Mereka menyebutnya pria yang memilih cinta daripada kekuasaan dan pewaris yang meninggalkan dunia penuh darah dan kemewahan demi menikahi seorang pelayan dari daerah kumuh. Selama bertahun-tahun, dia membuat dunia percaya pada hubungan kami. Dia membangun kerajaan atas namaku. Setiap Senin, dia mengirimiku mawar. Dan pada media, dia selalu bilang bahwa akulah yang menyelamatkannya. Namun cinta tidak selalu berarti setia. Saat aku sibuk percaya bahwa kami akan bersama selamanya, dia justru membangun keluarga kedua tanpa sepengetahuanku. Sebuah keluarga yang dipenuhi tawa, mainan, dan sepasang putra kembar yang punya mata seperti dirinya... ... Malam ketika aku menghilang, kerajaannya runtuh dalam api. Dia mengobrak-abrik kota, menyuap pemerintah, dan mengubur orang hidup-hidup hanya demi menemukan aku. Namun saat dia berhasil, aku sudah pergi jauh. Dan wanita yang dulu pernah rela mati untuknya, kini kehilangan cintanya dan tak lagi punya alasan untuk bertahan hidup.

Dario berbisik menyebut namanya 999 kali dalam tidurnya. Namun, tak pernah menyebut namaku. Lima tahun aku memberikan segalanya untuk Dario Mahardika, pewaris salah satu dinasti mafia terkuat di Aropa. Aku mengubah rumahnya menjadi rumah yang hangat, mengingat setiap detail cerobohnya yang terlewat, bahkan meninggalkan mimpiku menjadi seniman, dengan harapan bahwa suatu hari, dia akan memilihku. Namun, setiap kali Arisa muncul, kesetiaan Dario bergeser padanya. Malam itu, ketika kuah sop yang panas melukai lenganku, dia segera melindungi Arisa dari goresan yang nyaris tak meninggalkan bekas. Di depan umum, pandangannya tak pernah tertuju padaku, selalu mengarah kepada Arisa. Aku hanya istri di atas kertas, tetapi bukan dalam kenyataan. Jadi aku pergi. Hanya dengan sebuah koper, surat cerai yang dia tanda tangani tanpa sadar, dan sebuah rahasia yang tak pernah kuberi tahu padanya, yaitu aku sedang hamil tiga bulan. Saat dia sadar, semuanya sudah terlambat. Perceraian itu nyata. Berkas klinik itu nyata, dan ketika dia menyadarinya, aku sudah lenyap. Sekarang, pria yang dulu menguasai kota dengan dingin itu menghancurkan dunia untuk menemukanku. Dia punya tentara, uang, dan seribu permintaan maaf yang tak pernah dia ucapkan saat aku masih menjadi istrinya. Namun, aku bukan lagi wanita yang memohon kasih sayang. Aku seorang ibu. Seorang seniman. Seorang pejuang. Pertanyaannya bukan apakah Dario bisa menemukanku. Akan tetapi, apakah ketika dia berhasil, aku akan membiarkannya kembali ke kehidupan yang pernah dia hancurkan.