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Azkia Rachel Poernomo, seorang Gadis yang tidak pernah percaya diri untuk menjalani hubungan LDR (Long Distance Relationship) akhirnya memutuskan untuk mengakhiri hubungannya dengan sang Kekasih saat dia akan pergi untuk kuliah di kota yang berbeda dengan Teguh, kekasihnya. Perselingkuhan yang dilakukan oleh ayahnya di masa lalu, membuat Kia sulit untuk mempercayai bahwa sebuah hubungan yang terpisah jarak akan dapat berhasil. Meskipun hubungannya diputuskan sepihak oleh Kia, Teguh tetap pada pendiriannya memperjuangkan kekasih hatinya. Hingga akhirnya dia lelah dan mulai menyerah, kemudian membuka hati untuk yang lain. Bertahun-tahun Kia menghindar, akhirnya ketika takdir membawanya kembali ke kota kelahirannya, Kia disambut dengan undangan pernikahan Teguh. Kia tetap berusaha menghadapinya seolah tidak terjadi apa-apa. Seolah memang sudah tidak ada lagi cinta untuk lelaki itu. Tapi sampai kapan Kia sanggup membohongi perasaannya sendiri? Haruskah dia menjadi orang ketiga di dalam rumah tangga Teguh? Sedangkan dia sangat membenci orang ketiga, karena itu pernah membuat rumah tangga orang tua nya hampir berakhir. Ataukah dia harus membuka hatinya untuk menerima cinta yang lain? Sedangkan dirinya masih merasa belum berani untuk jatuh cinta, karena cinta yang sebelumnya dia rasakan hanya membawa luka bagi dirinya.

Like me, it seemed my younger sister was reborn. In our past life, she was obsessed with the golden boy of the elite circle. She would ditch classes, get into fights, and race through the streets at night all for him. In the end, she died for him in a storm and blamed me for all of it. After her rebirth, she manipulated our parents into transferring me to his class, notorious for being the worst in school. "Sis, this time, it’s your turn to get bullied by him. To fall for him. To suffer like I did." I just smiled. Coming back to life didn’t make her any smarter. Even if she lived a hundred lifetimes, she would never be a match for me.

My mother-in-law spreads lies about me having contracted an STD during my sister-in-law's wedding. When I hear this, I want to demand an explanation. However, my sister-in-law stops me and begs me to prioritize her happiness since it's her wedding. I hold myself back and wait until the reception is over. Later, my mother-in-law merely sweeps the matter under the rug and say she doesn't remember anything because she was drunk. However, the lies spread like wildfire. My neighbors scorn me, and my colleagues isolate me, treating me like a walking bacteria. I become dispirited from the constant mental distress and end up getting knocked by a car when I leave the house one day. I die from the accident. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day my mother-in-law lies about me having contracted an STD.

I used to work as a model, but not the typical kind. In our profession, everyone had a benefactor, someone who supported them financially. I dedicated myself to my benefactor for a year and a half, tending to his needs diligently. Despite my dedication, I was eventually abandoned. Just when I gathered my courage and decided to start afresh, he showed up again, "Do you want to date me? Officially."

It was my 30th birthday, and my husband said he had a surprise for me. However, on the day of my birthday, he was nowhere to be found. I called him countless times, but no one answered. Just as I was about to panic and consider calling the police, I happened to see a post on the social media feed of his female secretary. “A typhoon hit, and my boss was worried about my safety, so he personally took me home. How wonderful! I’ve got a guardian angel for myself!” My anxiety turned to cold calm in an instant. I commented on her post: “Traveling during a typhoon is dangerous. Tell him he doesn’t need to come back.” Not long after I posted the comment, my husband called. “Kelly, I was only concerned about the safety of my subordinate, and yet you’re thinking such vile thoughts. “Birthdays come every year. Missing one won’t kill you!” You were right. Birthdays came every year. But there was no way I would celebrate them with you.

My mother-in-law competed with me over everything. When she found out I was trying to get pregnant, she went as far as to use a folk remedy to get pregnant as well. It was a molar pregnancy, but she still flaunted it in front of me. I told her that it was a medical condition that needed immediate treatment or it could develop into a tumor and endanger her life. Nonetheless, she insisted that she was carrying a few gorgeous babies. I convinced my family to forcefully take her to the hospital, but my mother-in-law never forgave me. She pushed me off a balcony out of hatred, killing me. When I opened my eyes again, I found out I had been reborn on the day she first announced her pregnancy.

My husband's brother dies before my husband and I marry. My mother-in-law has never liked me, and my husband is a mommy's boy. He listens to her when she forces him to remain in mourning for his brother—within the next three years, we can only register our marriage but not have a wedding. To help his widowed sister-in-law past these difficult times, my husband runs over to her place every few days, leaving me alone at home. Anyone who isn't in the know would think I'm the widow! My scheming sister-in-law even tells her child to address my husband as their father instead of uncle. I sneer. "How shameless of you to want your brother-in-law to care for two families at once. Thank goodness the child in my womb doesn't have such a disgusting father."

Maverick Lloyd finally agrees to marry me after five years of dating. We head to the hospital to tell my ill mother the good news. On the way there, Maverick receives a call from his true love. He turns the car around and takes me to a bar instead—his true love is short of people at the bar, so he tells me to help out as a bargirl. When I'm being harassed and sullied in a private room, he's living it up with his true love next door. The hospital calls to tell me my mother's condition has worsened. I jump out of the third-floor window to get away. However, when I arrive at the hospital, all I see is my mother's cold body. Meanwhile, Maverick's true love updates her social media. "He appears before me like a hero whenever I'm in danger." It comes with a photo of her cuddling in Maverick's arms. My heart dies. I take off my engagement ring and place it with my mother's body to be destroyed during the cremation. Then, I like Maverick's true love's post. "I hope you two stay together forever. Don't ever harm anyone else."

The love story of Leonardo Davidson, a handsome but arrogant CEO who loves to hurt women with Zivanna Mariah Electra, a beautiful and kind woman. When Zivanna had to choose between Leonardo, the man she loved, or Alfredo, her brother. Leonardo, who always cared for her, and Alfredo, who always wiped his tears and gave her a room named family as a place to live all the time and a place to return to when she got lost. Between love and family, Zivanna is confused about making choices. The strength of Leonardo's love, a man who never gave up and really believed in the magic of love, finally won Alfredo's blessing, who was very much against the relationship between Leonardo and his sister. Marriage is not a game. Marriage is about a feeling and about a commitment that must always be maintained to the end. Leonardo Davidson failed to maintain his commitment. He destroyed his own marriage with betrayal. What is the fate of Zivanna who is pregnant? Will Leonardo get a second chance? Can Leonardo win back Alfredo's blessing? A novel that evokes feelings, about family, love and trust.

When the earthquake struck, Pierse Jones instinctively shielded me with his body, taking the full brunt of the impact and suffering multiple fractures. In the hospital room, the girl in the next bed looked at me with envy and said, “Your husband didn’t even care about his own life to save you. He really loves you.” I forced a smile. “Yeah.” But just last night, after I had fallen asleep, he slipped into the bathroom, his voice soft and soothing as he spoke to someone else—his little mistress, “I’m fine, don’t cry. Be good.” “As long as I think of you, I’m not afraid of anything.” Pierse and I grew up together, from childhood sweethearts to each other’s first love. We had been together for ten years, admired by everyone as the perfect couple. No one knew he had a mistress on the side, a girl who looked just like me when I was eighteen.