Work Hard In Silence

My son was no longer with us. His heart, while he still breathed, was cruelly harvested and given to someone of influence—Michele Finnen, the wife of Scott Langley. Just because she had heart disease and was powerful, she sent people to snatch my son away. As an orphan and now a single mother, my son was all the family I had. He would curl up in my arms and whisper, "Mommy, don't be scared. I'll protect you when I grow up!" He was the center of my universe. Consumed by a seething hatred for Michele, I craved vengeance. I was determined to reclaim my son's heart myself, ensuring he would leave this world whole. To do that, I set my sights on Michele's husband, Scott. He was still enamored with his first love. But fate played a cruel joke: suddenly, out of nowhere, that very woman experienced a car accident. And the strangest part? I looked almost just like her.

Constant head splitting headaches, random joint pains,. dizziness and lightheadedness. it was symptoms I know just too well. The blue rose illness. The vile disease that robbed me of my mother. And now I think it's coming for my life too. My name is Ivy and I have the blue rose illness. Funny right? I can't believe I have less than thirty days to live. ************ Prince Emiliano "You are sick? Since when?" "I am sorry." "Keep that for later—I will never give you the permission to leave me. You can never leave me. Do you understand Ivy? Don't you dare."

I was eight months pregnant and had just gone into labor, but my Alpha mate, Damien, locked me in a silver cage in the basement to delay my labor. When I cried out for help, he just told me to wait. Because his late brother's mate, Victoria, was also giving birth that day. The Pack Seer had foretold that only the firstborn pup would be blessed by the Moon Goddess and become the future Alpha. "The title belongs to Victoria's child," he said. "She lost Marcus. She has nothing. You already have all my love, Elena. The silver cage will make sure you deliver after her." The contractions were torture. I begged him to take me to the clinic. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. "Stop pretending. I should've known you never loved me. All you've ever cared about is wealth and status!" "To force your labor early, just to steal what belongs to my nephew… You're truly wicked." Pale and trembling, I whispered: "The pup is coming, I can't stop it. Please, I'll make a blood oath. I don't care about the inheritance. I only love you!" He scoffed."If you loved me, you wouldn’t have forced Victoria into that contract to give up her pup’s birthright. I'll come back for you after she delivers. After all, that's my pup in there, too." He stood guard outside Victoria's delivery room. Only after he saw the newborn pup in her arms did he remember me. He ordered his Beta to release me. But the Beta's voice trembled. "Luna… and the pup… they're dead." And in that moment, Damien went feral.

"Cinta itu hanya ilusi, dan dendam akan tetap abadi." Bagi Valen, cinta tak lebih dari tipuan yang lemah atau lebih tepatnya sesuatu yang hanya pantas untuk dimanfaatkan. Karena cinta dia kehilangan segalanya, juga karena cinta dendam itu jadi semakin membara, dan kini dengan cinta itu pula dia akan membalaskan segalanya. Perlahan, tapi pasti. Vale mulai menyusup kedalam hati pewaris De Lantonus, salah satu sindikat mavia paling kejam. Merajut cinta yang palsu namun mematikan. Tetapi semakin jauh ia masuk ke dalam permainan ini, semakin ia dihadapkan pada pertanyaan yang tak pernah ia antisipasi Apakah cinta bisa menghancurkan dendam? Ataukah dendam akan merusak setiap jejak cinta yang tersisa di dalam dirinya? Di antara tipu daya, darah, dan pengkhianatan, Valen harus bertaruh segalanya, termasuk hatinya sendiri Pada akhirnya dia akan dihadapkan dengan dua pilihan. Antara melanjutkan balas dendamnya atau jatuh ke dalam perangkap cinta yang ia ciptakan sendiri. Di antara tipu daya, darah, dan pengkhianatan, Valen harus bertaruh segalanya, termasuk hatinya sendiri.

What would you do if you stumbled upon a bride crying her eyes out minutes before the wedding, begging you to help her escape? You help her, of course. What would you do if you stumbled upon a drunken guy being mugged in the dark alley later that night? You help him too, of course. What would you do when you discover he was the same guy left hanging at the altar earlier that day? You regret everything, of course. What would you do when you start seeing that same guy everywhere you go? You fall in love, of course.

"Will you Marry me, Sunshine?" He proposed her sitting on his knees, she nodded to him. He smiled and slipped the ring in her finger. He looked behind her, her parents and her brother with teary eyes standing there on the gunpoint by his man. Brandon Rodriguez, another name of death and danger. Everyone fears him. He is a cold-hearted mafia boss. He has no mercy for anyone. Claire Brown, a definition of sweetness and innocence, a beautiful and pure soul who loves everyone. She can't stand violence and blood. One fateful night everything changed when the king of darkness meet the innocent girl under different situations.?

««« WARNING »»»NOVEL INI MENGANDUNG UNSUR 19+ BAGI YANG BELUM MEMENUHI ⨂, TOLONG BIJAKLAH DALAM MEMBACA BEST REGARDS ****Namanya Jiyan, memiliki sebuah dendam karena tragedi masa lalunya. Masa lalu yang mengekangnya dalam rasa ketakutan, kesalahan dan dendam. Kematian sang ayah kala itu begitu menampar Jiyan. Dan di dalam hati kecilnya, ia akan melakukan hal yang sama dengan siapa pembunuh sang ayah. Namun, di tengah usahanya. Ia malah bertemu dengan Dhava, lelaki yang dulu pernah membantunya dalam masa keterpurukannya. Namun ketika kembali dipertemukan, Jiyan menganggap bahwa Dhava adalah sama dengan ayah lelaki itu. Sosok yang sudah membunuh ayahnya. Lalu, apakah Jiyan bisa memaafkan Dhava, kekasih sekaligus anak dari orang yang sudah membunuh sang ayah? Atau akan tetap membalaskan penderitaannya selama ini?

My twin sister, wanting to be with her thug boyfriend, secretly planned to apply for a junior college. When I could not talk her out of it, I told our parents and managed to stop her. However, just a month into the new semester, her thug boyfriend cheated on her. She left a suicide note, blaming it all on the long distance between them. She wrote that if she had gone to that junior college, her boyfriend would never have cheated. Grief‑stricken, my parents turned all their rage on me. "You wretched girl, this is all your fault for meddling! What business was it of yours which school your sister went to? Even if she didn't go to college, we could still support her. We didn't need your big mouth!" "If it weren't for your spiteful tongue, your sister wouldn't be dead!" "We were cursed to have a vicious, unfilial daughter like you!" They locked me in her room, ordering me to repent. Then they took her ashes on a trip, saying they wanted her to see the beautiful mountains and rivers she never got to visit in life. A month later, they returned from their travels to find me long dead, starved to a withered husk in front of my sister's photo. Their eyes held no grief, no guilt, only a faint, scornful curl of the lips. In their eyes, my death was nothing more than justice served. My broken soul saw their icy expressions, and despairing tears burned my eyes. Then my sister's familiar voice rang out again: "What business is it of yours which school I go to? You're just jealous that I have a boyfriend, aren't you?"

The doctor said I only had three days left to live. Acute liver failure. My only hope was an experimental clinical trial. It was extremely risky, but had the faintest sliver of a chance to survive. But my husband, David, gave the last available spot... to my adopted sister, Emma, also my daughter’s godmother. Her condition was still in its early stages. He said it was the "right decision," because she “deserved to live more.” I signed the papers to forgo treatment and took the high-dose painkillers prescribed by the doctor. The cost? My organs would shut down, and I would die. When I handed over the jewelry company I’d poured my heart into, along with all my designs, to Emma, my parents praised me, saying, “Now that’s what a good big sister should do.” When I agreed to divorce David so he could marry Emma, he said, “You’ve finally learned to be understanding.” When I told my daughter to call Emma ‘Mom,’ she clapped her hands and said, “Emma is such a gentle and kind mother!” When I gave all my assets to Emma, everyone in the family thought it was only natural. No one noticed anything was wrong with me. I’m just curious. Will they still be able to smile when they find out I'm dead?

Luna Baxter and Simon Fulmer have been married for five years. One day, she receives a provocative voice message and intimate photos from Simon's first love. They're sent from his phone, too. "I've only been back in the country for half a year, but he took the bait as soon as I laid it. He's prepared blue fireworks for me tonight, but I don't like the color blue. To avoid wastage, you can have them on your wedding anniversary." Luna and Simon's fifth wedding anniversary comes a month later. She looks out the window at the blue fireworks lighting up the sky. Then, her gaze lands on the empty seat across from her. Simon's first love challenges her again. She sends her a photo of them having a candlelight dinner. Luna doesn't cry or kick up a fuss. She silently signs a divorce agreement and asks Simon's secretary to prepare for a wedding. "What are the bride's and groom's names, Mrs. Fulmer?" "Simon Fulmer and Sophie Sutherland." Seven days later, she flies to Naavi to give them her blessings. She throws them a wedding.