Bias

Demi mencari pembunuh tunangannya yang menurut kabar ada di ranah politik, Art menerima tawaran Jared Filmore untuk bergabung dengan kesatuan pengamanan milik orang nomor satu di negara itu, dengan tugas khusus menjadi pengawal putrinya. Jared tertarik padanya setelah mengetahui kekuatan Art saat bertarung melawan musuh di kediaman Filmore. Art tidak sengaja menunjukkan kemampuan, padahal saat itu tugasnya hanya sebagai seniman yang disewa Jared si presiden untuk melukis kamar putrinya.

Pernikahan impian Regina jauh dari yang diharapakannya. Insiden menyakitkan sebelum pernikahannya membuat dia harus menikahi laki-laki yang tidak pernah dikenalnya sama sekali, Ardi. Sosok laki-laki sabar dan penyayang yang juga tidak mengenal Regina, perempuan yang menjadi istrinya. Tidak ada benci, tetapi juga tidak ada cinta di sana. Apakah akhirnya bahtera rumah tangga itu akan berhasil?

I knew that my father did not like me since I was young. When I wanted to commit suicide to end the pain caused by my illness, he was celebrating another child’s birthday. He hated my mother and me alongside her. So, when I told him that I was sick, he did not believe me. “Is this your new tactic to get money from me?” No one believed that the daughter of the Powell family could die because she was too poor to pay the hospital fees. My father did not believe it either. However, when he saw my dead body, the famous actor who hated his daughter actually went insane.

If it was my sister being bullied, Mom and Dad would have believed her right away and fought for her without a second thought. However, it did not matter anymore. In my next life, I would pick parents who really cared about me.

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My bride went missing on the night of our big day but woke up in my brother's room the next day. My parents persuaded me to ignore it for the sake of fame but scolded my wife as an easy girl. Angrily, I moved out of the villa with my wife. Soon after, my wife had a miscarriage and suffered from depression due to gossip. She jumped off from the top floor in front of me. Desperately, I followed her. Opening my eyes again, I found myself back to the time when the wedding ended.

My daughter-in-law cheated on my son behind his back, and I caught her. When I confronted her, she turned the tables on me, accusing me instead. I told my son everything exactly as it happened, but she broke down crying and accused me of bullying her. "Ever since I married into the Simmons family, you've never been happy with me," she sobbed. "If I’d known you’d slander me like this, I would’ve been better off dead!" She attempted to hurt herself to prove her innocence, but my son stopped her. "Mom, how could you accuse my wife like that? You're my own mother, but this is too much!" he shouted. Furious, he moved out with her. Later, I fell gravely ill and begged my son to come see me one last time. When he finally arrived, he brought her with him. To my horror, they removed my oxygen tube. As I struggled to breathe, I heard her smug voice whisper in my ear: "Old hag, if it weren't for you accusing me of cheating, Herman and I wouldn’t have gotten your inheritance so quickly!" She laughed coldly. "Oh, and next time you accuse someone, make sure you have evidence. Did you really think your word alone could ruin me?" I died choking on my final breath. Afterward, they lived happily, spending my money without a care in the world. But then, I woke up. It was the day I caught her cheating again. This time, I went straight to work. I replaced the lubricant at home with industrial-strength glue. She wanted proof? Fine. I’d give her proof.