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Shayra Anindya terpaksa harus menikah dengan Adien Raffasyah Aldebaran, demi menyelamatkan perusahaan peninggalan almarhum ayahnya yang hampir bangkrut. "Bagaimana mungkin, Mama melamar seorang pria untukku, untuk anak gadismu sendiri, Ma? Dimana-mana keluarga prialah yang melamar anak gadis bukan malah sebaliknya ...," protes Shayra tak percaya dengan keputusan ibunya. "Lalu kamu bisa menolaknya lagi dan pria itu akan makin menghancurkan perusahaan peninggalan almarhum papamu! Atau mungkin dia akan berbuat lebih dan menghancurkan yang lainnya. Tidak!! Mama takakan membiarkan hal itu terjadi. Kamu menikahlah dengannya supaya masalah selesai." Ibunya Karina melipat tangannya tegas dengan keputusan yang tak dapat digugat. "Aku sudah bilang, Aku nggak mau jadi isterinya Ma! Asal Mama tahu saja, Adien itu setengah mati membenciku! Lalu sebentar lagi aku akan menjadi isterinya, yang benar saja. Ckck, yang ada bukannya hidup bahagia malah jalan hidupku hancur ditangan suamiku sendiri ..." Shayra meringis ngeri membayangkan perkataannya sendiri Mamanya Karina menghela nafasnya kasar. "Dimana-mana tidak ada suami yang tega menghancurkan isterinya sendiri, sebab hal itu sama saja dengan menghancurkan dirinya sendiri. Yahhh! Terkecuali itu sinetron ajab, kalo itu sih, beda lagi ceritanya. Sudah-sudahlah, keputusan Mama sudah bulat! Kamu tetap harus menikah dangannya, titik enggak ada komanya lagi apalagi kata, 'tapi-tapi.' Paham?!!" Mamanya bersikeras dengan pendiriannya. "Tapi Ma, Adien membenc-" "Tidak ada tapi-tapian, Shayra! Mama gak mau tahu, pokoknya bagaimana pun caranya kamu harus tetap menikah dengan Adien!" Tegas Karina tak ingin dibantah segera memotong kalimat Shayra yang belum selesai. Copyright 2020 Written by Saiyaarasaiyaara

On the day of my twenty-first birthday, I posted online: [I want a lollipop.] My childhood rival, who was overseas, dropped everything there and flew back. He showered and showed up at my doorstep. I vowed to savor lollipops more carefully from then on—they were simply too sweet. From that moment, even after I was exposed as a fake heiress, everyone in high society knew: Jonathan Chase wanted to marry me. When the Sterling family carried out their harsh punishment, the hundred lashes meant for me were almost entirely taken by him—ninety-nine of them, borne by his own body. When they locked me in the basement, with darkness closing in from all sides, his shouts each day became my only light. "Chloe, don't be afraid. I'll get you out," he promised. And he did. He really saved me. He also made me witness, with my own eyes, his magnificent wedding to the true heiress. The man who once couldn't bear to make me wait had, "for my sake", told me to wait three times. The first time was on his wedding day. Pain was etched into every line of his face. "Chloe, if I don't marry Eleanor, they'll never let you go. Wait for me for three years. Three years from now, I'll marry you." The second time was three years later. He looked at Eleanor's rounded belly, hesitation written all over his face. "Chloe… she's carrying my child. You'll have to wait a little longer." The third time was just yesterday. I was just a step away from his kid. He pushed me violently to the floor, his face tight with warning. "Chloe, can't you just wait? Why do you have to take it out on a kid?" Sunlight fell across the face that once loved me, now stripped of all its former warmth. "If that's how it is… then maybe it's time for me to leave too." I said inwardly.

When I drink the amber-colored poisonous wine, I can hear the joyful melody of a toast song coming from the manor. The wedding between Emanuela Romano and my ex-fiance, Benedetto Martini, is being held there right now. The elderly butler, Vincenzo Romano, puts away the wine glass with a blank expression. The way he speaks is as somber as one sounds when they give a speech at a funeral. "You know the Don's will very well, Ms. Andreotti. Five years are officially up, yet neither Mr. Andreotti, Mr. Martini, nor Dr. Foscari is willing to pledge their loyalty to you via the blood vow. According to the rules, you must take your own life within seven days. "The Don had left the Ashwine to you as a means of protecting… what little pride you have." Scorching pain begins spreading from my throat. I just smile at Vincenzo in return. Pride? Does a bastard spawn of a loose Iernian woman deserve to retain pride of any sort in the cruel Andreotti family? I begin making my way toward the banquet hall, which is brightly lit. As I walk past the shimmering waters of the pond in the family garden, I can tell that the waters are insanely cold. Then again, nothing is as cold as my icy heart right now. After taking a deep breath, I fall face-first into the pond… only to feel an iron-clad grip wrenching me backward. As such, I collapse onto the lawn heavily. My older brother, Alessandro Andreotti, has bits of grass covering his expensive suit. Disgust is written all over his handsome face. "Eva!" he grits out through his teeth, his voice lowered. "Must you spoil the mood on Emanuela's big day?" He then scoots closer to me, his alcohol-tinged breath fanning over my face. "You want to die, huh? Go ahead and do that, but can you die somewhere further? Don't stain the Andreotti land!" Alessandro turns to walk in the direction of the radiant lights, leaving me on the lawn, completely covered in mud. I can feel the countdown of my lifespan burning my insides. Seven days… I only have seven days to live. Meanwhile, my very own brother wants me to die somewhere further away.

After being reborn, I secretly switch the man I want to marry the most to the useless scion who loves flirting with me that lives next door. My dad, who's a high-ranking military colonel, is quite surprised by my choice, but he respects my wishes. In my past life, when Dad asked who I liked the most in the entire neighborhood, I had written down Damian Conrad's name. He nodded and told me, "This man has contributed greatly to the country despite only joining the army for three years. His future will definitely be a bright one. "A man as just and fair as him will undoubtedly be a good man who takes good care of his family and stays devoted to them." Dad immediately arranged for the two families to meet. Everyone thought that it was a rare and fated union. Our wedding was very grand and high-profile. Most of the people living in the military base came over to celebrate our wedding. But Damian set off for the frontier half a year after our marriage, with the excuse of wanting to contribute to the country. Not only did he leave me behind to take care of my in-laws on my own, but he also cut off all contact with me when Dad was severely ill. When I was finally done dealing with Dad's funeral matters, all I received was the bad news of Damian's death at the frontier. Crushed by the devastation and despair of the news, I fell into severe depression. Soon, I took my own life by jumping off the building. After my death, my soul refused to fade away at all. 40 years later, an elderly man and woman with graying hair showed up before my grave. With an arm around Heidi Myers' waist, Damian paid his respects to me at my grave. "It's my fault for lying to you back then, Carla. But Heidi doesn't have much time to live, so I can resort to desperate measures. Please let everything go and stop pestering her, Carla. If you really are resentful, feel free to come at me instead." It turns out that Damian loved Heidi this much that he was willing to fake his death just to trick me. But at the same time, they were so superstitious that they thought I was the one pestering Heidi, causing her to be afflicted with a terminal cancer. Now that I found out about the truth, I finally let my obsession go. When I open my eyes again, I realize I've returned to the day Dad asks me who I want to marry the most.