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On the night of Mom's birthday, as she was making a wish under the moon, Dad suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something. My usually cautious mother, who valued her life above all else, turned around after hearing those words and jumped straight into the pack's silver pit. The silver pit is deadly for us werewolves; only those with a death wish would go there. After her death, countless pack members questioned Dad about what he had said. Someone even offered a million dollars in exchange for those words. But he remained silent. Until the day of my mate ceremony, Dad showed up. He walked up to my fiancé and whispered something...

“Did you get a boob job?” He asked casually, pointing at my chest with an amused smile playing on his lips. “Your breasts look bigger than before…” *** Briana Quin has never had it easy, she worked multiple jobs and endured the worst treatment in order to survive, thus earning the nickname; the queen of side hustles. She was a hard worker and a beauty to behold, using her smarts to push through her hardships. But her life takes a drastic turn when she's hired to marry a billionaire as a replacement for his runaway fiance. Due to her striking resemblance to the international model, Briana is thrust into a world far different from the one she’d known, a world that was more lavish, calculative and filled with new surprises. One wrong move could ruin everything she’d worked for, as the life of her sick brother is threatened if she doesn’t comply. Will the queen of side hustles be able to pull off her role as an enigmatic billionaire wife?

Soulmates? Terkadang sulit sekali membedakan antara Soulmate dengan Pasangan hidup. Tapi Aku yakin pasti ada yang membedakan dua kosakata itu. Yang pasti, Aku menginginkan dua kosakata menjadi satu dalam hidupku. Hidup yang bahagia selamanya. Bersama.__Erina Eshal Mislav_14 Feb' 1990, 27 Tahun. Cinta yang tulus? Aku tidak yakin itu ada dalam hidup sekarang ini. Selama bertahun-tahun, Aku tidak pernah merasakan Cinta yang tulus itu. Semuanya Munafik. Tapi...semuanya berubah saat Aku bertemu denganmu, dan berubah lagi saat tidak sengaja Aku melukaimu.__Arthur Eryk Shaquile_12 April 1989, 28 Tahun. Semua orang di dunia ini sama saja. Selalu saja tidak bisa lepas dari yang namanya“Uang. Apalagi saat hati dan cinta kita sepenuhnya untuk seseorang, tapi seseorang itu lebih memilih "Uang" dan pergi meninggalkan ketulusan Cinta kita, apa yang terjadi padamu? Yup, Dalam sekejap merubah pribadiku menjadi sedikit apatis terhadap Wanita.__Zhafar Basrian Rafael_27 Nov' 1988, 29 Tahun.

In order to protect my father, I was tortured for ten hours, but my father was busy celebrating his adopted daughter’s eighteenth birthday. With my dying breath, I called my father and said, “Dad, it’s my birthday today. Could you wish me a happy birthday?” “You crazy monster! You got your mother killed in order to celebrate your birthday! How could you still ask me to celebrate your birthday? You should just die!” With that said, he hung up. The next day, my corpse was placed in different flower pots and put in front of a police station. My father was in charge of inspecting my corpse, and he could immediately tell that the murderer did this for revenge. What they did to me was cruel and made a mockery of the police’s authority. But he did not manage to tell that the deceased was the daughter he hated.

"That hot piece of ass is your neighbour!"exclaimed Natalia's best friend Zita..I sighed..Yes folks that's my life,where day in and day out I have to witness my stunning neighbour aka Etienne Martin CEO and owner of Martin International,arrogant and ruthless businessman ,a 32 year old confirmed bachelor and runs a multi-billion dollar company. Natalia Taylor is a primary teacher at Davenport Foundation.Pretty,petite and kind who loves her family and friends.. Let's find out what happens when two opposites attract?Sparks right! We'll give you Conflagaration.

I was the stand-in who looked most like my husband's first love. He put me through countless plastic surgeries, both major and minor ones, until I became her exact likeness. But then, she came back from the dead. All it took was her saying, "I don't like anyone looking like me," and he sent me right back to the operating table once more. I begged him, telling him that my body couldn't handle it anymore. Alas, he only looked at me with irritation. "Seeing that cheap imitation of her face just disgusts me," he sneered. "No matter how close you come, you'll never be her." In the end, I died on that operating table. Yet, he went mad, trying desperately to recall what I once looked like.

Arianna Reynolds, second year med school student of King's University attracts the hottest player to ever exsist in the city of London, Damon King, who practices his internal training for cardiology. She was betwichingly gorgeous, and alluringly innocent. A perfect angel with good grades and a little devil who loves chaos. Damon King, the most arrogant badboy and the most cruel heartbreaker. His world toppled when she entered all in her glory as his junior. She excited him, and challenged him when she acted blind to his charms. His excitement turned to anger when she punched him. He was evrything she hated in a guy. Nonetheless, she found him slowly changing for her. Her brown orbs always seemed to tempt his heart with whirlpool of exotic emotions and he was sucked into it when ever she locked his gaze with him. ------------- "You are mine Ria," he yelled slamming her onto the nearby locker. "No," she deadpanned with annoyance. "I love you," he confessed nearning her petite figure, invading her personal space. Her breath clogged for a second as she was stunned with his confession. Her eyes hardened again when she said," No, you wanna play with me." Pushing him back lightly she looked away. "I need you Ria, trust me. It's no sick game of mine. I am had over heels for you. Please, just give me a chance," he begged her with moist eyes, closing the distance again. Her stance grew guarded as the cruel heart breaker was confessing with vehement emotions stirring in his eyes. "Prove that your intentions are true," she said pushing him back from her personal space. Leaving him drown in her thoughts, she walked away from him. "You are mine Ria. I will prove myself worthy of your love. You belong only to me," he promised to himself watching her retreating figure.

“You’re nothing but a gold digger and a lying piece of trash,” Aaron’s voice was icy, his newly healed eyes glaring at Sofia. “Get out of my life.” Forced to marry Aaron after her sister Chloe abandoned him, Sofia devoted herself to the blind heir, only to be betrayed when Chloe returned pretending to be his wife after Aaron’s surgery made him a billionaire CEO. Branded a liar, Sofia was thrown out with nothing but heartbreak—and a secret: she was carrying Aaron’s child. Years later, the timid woman Aaron cast aside is gone. Sofia returns as a fierce, confident woman with wealth, power, and a plan. She’s not here to beg for forgiveness—she’s here to take back the right that was stolen from her twins. The ex-wife everyone underestimated is back, and this time, she’s playing to win. But will revenge be enough, or will old flames spark in the heat of battle?

On the day I died, my boyfriend was with another woman. He was a man I had rescued from the clutches of rich women. My condition was for him to be my boyfriend for three years, and he agreed. I showered him with money, resources, and connections, single-handedly making him famous. Yet, while he told me we could not date publicly, he casually engaged in fake romance rumors with others for publicity. One of his rumored girlfriends even came to me with a voice message. "If it weren’t for using her as a stepping stone, who would bother with someone so dull and boring?" But after I died, why did he go mad?

A group of unexpected guests suddenly barged into my relative’s funeral. The woman, Xena Carter, leading them claimed to be my husband’s girlfriend and declared that she was here to punish me, the supposed mistress. Out of respect for the funeral, I did not want to make a scene, so I calmly suggested she wait until it was over. But out of nowhere, she lashed out and ordered her group to shred all of my clothes. My relatives around us did nothing and watched coldly as it happened. I calmly dusted myself off, stood up, and led her over to the urn. "This urn for my mother was bought by your boyfriend. It cost nearly a million!" As expected, the mistress flew into a rage, smashing the urn to pieces. "You shameless family of lowlifes! Don’t think you’ll get a single cent from my boyfriend, even in death!" What she did not know was that when I said "mother," I was referring to my husband’s mother, my mother-in-law. She was causing a scene at my mother-in-law’s funeral, and she had just smashed her urn to pieces.