Karma

My mother despised me because I was the unintended consequence of a one-night stand. She poured all her love and attention into her students, treating them as if they were her own flesh and blood. One day, when her favourite pupil confessed his feelings for me, she flew into a rage. She slapped me hard across the face and called me a whore. Years later, as Alzheimer's clouded her mind, she forgot I even existed, yet still remembered every single one of her precious students. The irony was that not one of them ever came to visit her in the nursing home. They all loathed her just as much as I did.

“Mana yang lebih kau sukai, Tara? Bercinta dengan seorang detektif atau membunuh para plagiator?” "Aku lebih suka ini, Sir." *** Warning & Disclaimer: 1. Memuat konten dewasa yang tidak sesuai untuk pembaca di bawah 21 tahun 2. Mengeksplorasi tema BDSM konsensual, power play, dan hubungan dengan intensitas emosional tinggi, yang mungkin sensitif bagi sebagian pembaca 3. Semua karakter dalam cerita ini telah berusia legal (di atas 21 tahun) 4. Semua peristiwa dalam cerita ini hanyalah fiksi belaka *** SINOPSIS Gregory Evans adalah detektif prodigy yang terobsesi menaklukkan kekacauan, satu-satunya benteng melawan trauma masa kecil yang menghantuinya. Tara Bradley adalah pustakawan sekaligus penulis penyintas trauma kekerasan dalam hubungan yang tidak lagi memerlukan penyembuhan. Hanya ingin merebut kembali kuasa atas kedaulatan dirinya. Sebuah kasus pembunuhan eksentrik dengan motif plagiarisme, yang meniru naskah Tara, mempertemukan mereka, dua jiwa yang sama-sama rusak dengan luka masing-masing. Batas antara penyelidik dan tersangka, antara fakta dan fiksi pun runtuh. Bagi Greg, Tara adalah cermin dari monster yang paling dia benci sekaligus dia dambakan. Juga bukti hidup bahwa hukum tidak selalu menjadi jawaban. Bagi Tara, Greg bukan sekadar seorang detektif. Dia adalah algojo pilihannya untuk menghancurkan dirinya. Bukan di balik jeruji, melainkan dalam kendali mutlak pria itu. Dalam permainan berbahaya di mana setiap sentuhan adalah interogasi dan setiap puncak kenikmatan adalah hukuman, Greg terpaku pada pilihan mustahil: Mempertahankan lencananya dan kehilangan Tara selamanya, atau mengkhianati sumpahnya untuk memiliki wanita yang hanya merasa hidup saat dihancurkan olehnya.

My husband’s first love and I were kidnapped at the same time. As a professional negotiator, my husband rushed to the scene as soon as possible to save us. When the kidnappers agreed to release one hostage, he chose to let them keep me to protect her. I knelt on the ground, desperately begging him to save me first, but his face was expressionless. “Tammy is still a virgin. If she’s raped, she won’t be able to handle it.” “You’re different. You’re already married to me. Even if something happens to you, I won’t hold it against you.” He shoved me toward the kidnappers. He probably didn’t know I was three months pregnant, and he was about to become a father.

Yasa selalu muak dengan sikap istrinya, Qiera, yang hanya bisa berdiam diri di rumah tanpa bisa melakukan apa-apa. Rumah dibiarkan berantakan, anak-anak menangis, dan cucian kotor di mana-mana. Akan tetapi, Yasa merasakan ada sesuatu yang hilang ketika Qiera berubah. Bahkan sikapnya pun menjadi dingin. Apa sebenarnya yang membuat Qiera berubah dan apa yang akan dilakukan Yasa untuk mengembalikan istrinya? Atau justru Qiera memilih untuk mundur?

Ibunya meninggal pada hari ulang tahun Sena, tapi suaminya tidak merayakan ulang tahunnya dan tidak menghadiri pemakaman ibunya... Dia pergi menjemput wanita idamannya di bandara.

I came back to life. The first thing I did was sever the Mate Bond with Alpha Asher. At his coronation. In front of thousands. Last lifetime, he publicly accused me of impersonating his mate in front of everyone, saying I didn't carry a Mate's sweetness but reeked of Wolfsbane that made him sick. For Elena, his first love, he sent me to the black market where they stripped away my wolf. Without my wolf, I died in a rogue attack shortly after. This lifetime, when he furrows his brow and tells me to get out of his sight, I don't shed a single tear. I just turn and leave. He says my existence makes Elena unhappy, so I move to the border cottage. He says he doesn't want to live in the same Pack with me, so I submit my transfer application. I thrive in the neighboring Pack and meet a powerful wolf with a hidden identity. When we appear hand-in-hand at the Northern Alliance Summit, Alpha Asher loses control. He catches my scent,another male's mark on my skin,and his sanity shatters. He blocks my path, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "Wash that male's scent off you, Rhea." "Weren't you disgusted by me?" I smile and step back. "Now I belong to someone else, and suddenly I smell good to you?"

In my last life, my brother Leo—the heir to the Moretti crime family—stripped our estate bare of every last soldier, all for a Vegas jaunt. All because his new flame, Scarlett, had a jones for the high-roller tables. The Volkovs—our rivals, the very ones Leo had just pissed off—saw their opening and stormed our gates. My mother, Sofia, took a bullet meant for me. Died protecting me. I blew up Leo’s phone, my pleas turning to screams. He didn't answer. He waltzed back in after the shooting stopped, bringing our men home, but far too late for it to matter. Then, the news from Vegas. Scarlett was gone. A suicide note left behind. In it, she painted me as the monster. The one who’d leaked our weaknesses to the Volkovs. The one who'd orchestrated a fake kidnapping and torture plot, all to drive her to despair and lure Leo home. A perfect, tragic lie. Leo read the letter calmly. Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right in the middle of the fire and the blood. This time, I shoved my mother behind me, dragging her toward the panic room. And the bastards who were too blind to believe me? They’ll regret it.

My husband worked overtime in the studio and suffered from an explosion. His body was blown to pieces. When my bestie frantically told me the news, I just nodded calmly. She called and texted me nonstop. She urged me to go to the site to recognize my husband's body. I blacklisted her and bought a ticket to go abroad. In my previous life, when I heard the news, I stopped at nothing and rushed to my husband's studio. However, I only saw my husband's cold ashes. My bestie said that my husband had poured out his troubles to her once. My husband said that I had run up a mountainous debt for gambling. He wanted a divorce, but I threatened him that he would have a sky-high debt if he divorced me. Even my mother cried and accused me of often going to the casino and taking men home at midnight. But none of this was true. I treated my husband very well; just a few days ago, I gave him a million-dollar watch as a gift. And I had never done anything related to gambling. Facing their accusation, I chose to call the police to prove my innocence. However, the police discovered my diamond necklace at the explosion site, where forensic experts also found my fingerprints. I failed to prove my innocence and became the heinous murderer who killed my husband. My mother took me to court for justice and took over my business empire. In jail, I was retaliated and died. When I opened my eyes again, I regained my life on the day when my husband suffered from the explosion.

When my boyfriend, Mark Jamison, gets in a car accident that leaves him paralyzed, I pawn the ring my mother left to me before she died to help him. With hands that have never been used to do any work or a single household chore in my life, I start lugging around delivery bags. In the middle of a rainstorm, I get assigned to deliver a food order worth 10,000 dollars, with a 100-dollar tip. Just as I happily celebrate my luck, I overhear the raucous laughter coming from inside the villa. "She actually believes you got paralyzed in a car accident? She now spends all day doing deliveries just to support you financially? She even sold off her dead mom's ring?" "She'd probably cry her heart out if she ever finds you're actually a wealthy scion worth tens of billions of dollars, who's just pretending to be poor!" Mark twirls the wineglass he's holding and says, "A lowly woman like her was born to wait on others. She brought it upon herself by always being better than Rosie back in school. Messing with her is the punishment she deserves." I continue to stand in the rain, tears rolling down my cheeks. This is how I find out Mark has spent the last two years faking his condition just to help his childhood sweetheart get back at me. His so-called paralyzed legs, deceased parents, and helpless tears are all just part of a meticulously executed lie. I haven't talked to my father, the richest man in town, for years. But now, I have finally decided to call him. "I lost, Dad. I'll accept the marriage alliance and marry the guy you picked for me."

During a critical heart transplant, my doctor husband insisted his intern assist despite her garish nail art compromising the sterile field. When I called her out, he abandoned the patient mid-surgery to comfort her. I begged him to return, but he snapped, "Giselle is upset. Can't you wait? This is nothing compared to her feelings." 40 minutes later, the patient bled out and died. Later, they discovered that he was our highly respected mayor and placed the blame on me. "If it weren't for you causing a scene and kicking us out of the operating room, the mayor wouldn't have bled to death. This is all your fault!" Defenseless, I was sentenced to life in prison, tortured, and died in agony. My husband and his intern walked down the aisle, enjoying their happy life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of that fateful surgery.