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When I'm seven years old, my dad turns me in to the Court Judgment of the Born Wicked because of my tendency to vomit. If I'm found guilty, my blood ties with my dad will be forcibly severed. Then, I'll be sent to prison. Everyone claims that Dad is just making a fuss over nothing. "Your daughter is still so young, so it's natural for her to fall ill. As a father, you should be more considerate toward her." But when the evidence is shown, everyone clamps up immediately. There was once when Dad drank so much to the point he suffered from gastric bleeding. The business contract that he managed to convince his client to sign was all soiled because I vomited on him as soon as he got home. Thanks to me, the contract was voided. Dad got fired on the spot. During Bryce Fuller, my older brother's birthday, I vomited onto his birthday cake in front of his classmates. Because of that, Bryce was isolated by all of his classmates. He became so depressed that he tried to slit his wrist in an attempt to take his own life. I'll keep vomiting everywhere, be it at the dining table or on my bed. Dad and Bryce have to clean me up more than 30 times every day. They suffer greatly because of me. What angers everyone the most is that after I'm done vomiting, I'll laugh at everyone in a provocative manner. The judge gives his verdict instantly, claiming that I'm wicked by nature. Bryce's eyes redden immediately. As he cries, he tells me that he can't bear to see me leaving him. I never shed any tears, nor do I throw a tantrum. Instead, I accept the judge's verdict calmly, but with a prerequisite condition that the judge finishes watching my memories. The judge is shocked, to say the least. "We'll have to crack your skull open in order to extract your memories. You'll be in a world of pain. Are you sure about that?" I nod in determination. But Bryce, on the other hand, looks alarmed. "I won't agree to that!"

Di tengah gemerlap kota Rio De Janeiro, Brazil, Jhon Pierre Mancini menjalani kehidupan ganda yang membentangkan sayapnya di kedua sisi hukum. Di siang hari, ia dikenal sebagai seorang pengusaha sukses yang terhormat, tetapi di malam hari, ia mengendalikan jaringan narkoba dan perdagangan senjata ilegal yang meluas di Kota Rio. Semuanya berubah saat Sora Sanders, seorang perawat muda dengan kehidupan yang sederhana, masuk ke dalam kehidupannya. Pertemuan tak terduga antara mereka berdua ini membuka pintu menuju hubungan yang rumit. Suatu ketika, seorang pria dari Spanyol meminta bantuan Jhon untuk mencari istri dan anaknya yang hilang selama 24 tahun. Awalnya, Jhon menolak, tapi akhirnya setuju setelah pria itu menawarkan 20% saham dari bisnis minuman kerasnya, dan yang paling mengejutkan adalah, Jhon menemukan kebenaran: Sora adalah anak yang dicari. Dalam upayanya mempertahankan cengkeramannya pada Sora, Jhon harus bersaing dengan musuhnya, yaitu Sergio Marrone, yang juga tertarik pada Sora. Pertarungan mereka membawa keduanya ke ujung keputusan hidup atau mati. Namun, dengan kekuatan tariknya yang tak terbantahkan, Jhon mampu memenangkan hati Sora, meskipun dengan risiko besar. Dalam kisah cinta gelap yang penuh intrik dan bahaya, Jhon Pierre Mancini dan Sora Sanders menemukan diri mereka terjebak dalam permainan kekuasaan, pengkhianatan, dan obsesi, di mana takdir mereka ditentukan oleh pilihan yang sulit dan pengorbanan yang mematikan.

Sora, gadis yatim piatu terpaksa harus tinggal bersama keluarga mafia atas permintaan terakhir ayahnya yang merupakan rekan lama dalam jaringan dunia bawah keluarga Volkov. Di sana, ia harus bertahan di tengah banyaknya aturan tak tertulis. Putra Sulung mereka—Durand, menganggap Sora adalah beban dan ancaman organisasi. Lambat laun, tatapan curiga itu berubah menjadi obsesi yang merusak dinding pertahanan. Follow ig : _lili_lotus

Natalie used to hate stuffed animals. Now she's head-over-heels for a cotton doll. She called it "honey" and told our daughter, Yara, it was her real dad. Cool. Guess that made me the family ghost. At Yara's parent-teacher conference, I finally snapped and handed Natalie the divorce papers. Cue the gasps. Suddenly, I'm the villain. She slapped me—full drama mode. "It's just a doll! Why are you being so extra?" Yara hugged it like it was about to save the world, giving me the death stare. I shrugged, smirking. "You're the one who said it's your dream husband and Yara's one and only dad. So, like... why am I still here?"

The first thing I do after coming back to life is swap out every single pair of my husband, Augustin Reed's boxers for those in black. In my past life, my sister-in-law, Sephine Fidel, cheats right under our roof on my brother, Jonah Merrick. And when I catch her and tell Jonah the truth, she turns it all on me. Then, two pairs of men's black boxers, not Augustin's, appear in my bedroom. I try to explain, but Augustin slaps me across the face and calls me a whore, while Jonah looks at me like I'm filth. "I know you hate Sephine. You've never shown her any warmth since she married me, but I didn't think you'd sink this low to cheat in your own house and frame her for it…" He disowns me while Augustin files for divorce. I remember stumbling onto the streets in a daze, only to get run over dead by a speeding truck. When my eyes snap open, I wake up to the day Sephine brings her lover into our home.

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me. In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape. Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck. "He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!" Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid. Online, a photoshopped memorial of me went viral. The caption read: The unfit mother should die with her son. My company’s stock plummeted. But I just sat there. Stone-faced. I asked for my son, Cooper, to be brought in. The courtroom doors opened. Cooper walked in. Everyone froze.

Five years had gone by since my death. The cops called my mom and told her they got news about me. My mother and brother marched to my grandmother's home and kicked her door down. "Where's Charlie? That shameless woman has been hiding from us far too long. Her brother needs her cornea, and she's giving it to him!" "Charlie's dead," said my grandmother, sobbing. My mother sneered. "As if. The cops called us. They said they had her news. Hand her over or get out of the house, you hag." My grandmother looked at her daughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. With trembling hands, she took my photo out. "I wonder if you've ever regretted saving your brother, Charlie."

Roger traveled across Terra, but not completely. The soul is inexplicably locked in a long-broken idol outside the civilized world of Terra. If you want to condense the body and obtain yourself, you must constantly obtain the power of prayer. But the statue is in no man’s land! Not even a person, let alone the power to pray. Roger had no choice but to disperse his consciousness into many items, scattered around the world, and acquired by many Terran girls. In order to condense the physical body, in order to stick to the girls. Roger inexplicably became their 'cheat codes'... Jessica: "Mr. Roger, will you always be by my side?" "Ah, yes, yes." Sora: "Mr. Roger, can you be my agent forever?" "Ok, Ok..." Roger didn't know how many times he had made this promise. Until the girls met...

​Pergi membawa luka, pulang membawa rindu yang tertahan. Itulah yang dirasakan Vanka saat Sora Kim mengajaknya kembali ke Indonesia. Setelah enam tahun menimba ilmu dan bekerja keras di luar negeri, Vanka merasa sudah cukup kuat untuk menghadapi masa lalunya. ​Namun, pertahanannya runtuh saat ia berhadapan kembali dengan Efra. Pria yang dulu ia tinggalkan dalam kemurungan, kini berdiri di depannya dengan aura yang jauh lebih mempesona dan matang. Meski Vanka mencoba bersikap asing dan mengandalkan penampilannya yang kini berkacamata agar tak dikenali, Efra tidak mudah dikelabui. Bagi Efra, sejauh apa pun Vanka berlari, ia akan selalu mengenali "istri kecilnya" itu. Akankah dinginnya sikap cuek Vanka mencair di hadapan Efra yang ternyata masih mengenalnya dengan sangat baik?