sun eater

Lunavia Luminari is someone who has spent the most of her life inside, reading and painting her inner thoughts. What she wants is to read her favorite romance book, bask in the sun and paint. But her peaceful life is destroyed when her family suddenly goes bankrupt and her Fiancee broke up with her and got together with her cousin. With the responsibility to help her family get back to her feet, she had no other option but to set herself up with the most dangerous man in the country who is 10 years older than her. It was at that time her life seems to have a new start, with a child that came suddenly and a husband, Luna has to protect herself, help her family rise to the top again and get rid of this marriage. But without realizing it, she already set herself up for a lifetime contract. Will she successfully get her desires without losing herself in the process? How would she cope with the new life that is placed in front of her? With a child between them, will she finally accept him as part of her life?

Maya runs away from home, escaping an arranged marriage to an unfamiliar city-Chicago. Attacked and robbed of everything, she's left with nothing-no money, no safety, no hope. When a strip club poster catches her eye, Maya makes a decision: one night on stage could earn her enough for a room, maybe even a way to survive. Instead, she meets Roman Volkov. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Roman is the Mafia boss who owns the city's underworld. He makes her an offer: one night with him, and she'll have more money than she knows what to do with. It should be simple. Just a deal. Just one night in Chicago with a man she'll never see again. But when the sun rises, Maya learns the truth: No one spends just one night with Roman Volkov.

My mother-in-law’s final wish was simple—she wanted one last trip to Hawaii, to bask in the warmth of the sun before her time ran out. But her son, Vincent, didn’t see it that way. He thought I was manipulating her, using her as an excuse to drag him on a vacation he didn’t want. So, out of spite, he refused to grant her dying wish. I begged him. Pleaded. Swallowed my pride and all the hurt his accusations brought. After relentless persuasion, he finally relented. I thought, at last, I could give Lucy the happiness she deserved. But on the day we were set to leave, Vincent was nowhere to be found. And that same day, Lucy suffered a heart attack. She passed away with only me by her side—never getting to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin one last time. And then I saw it. A picture. Vincent, tagged at a luxury resort with his ex. The caption from her read: Thank you for abandoning your job to take me on this trip. You’re the best. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I didn’t even confront him. I just packed my bags and left. And this time? Vincent found out about the truth and begged me to stay.