the woman's daughter

Ria Ananta. Ananta itu kepanjangan dari Anaknya Antara, papahnya Ria. Ia sengaja diberi nama itu untuk menutupi identitas aslinya yang merupakan anak seorang konglomerat kaya raya tujuh turunan. Padahal sudah terlihat jelas dari pembawaannya bak putri raja dan segala yang dikenakannya berasal dari brand high end, namun tidak ada yang menyadari bahwa Ria merupakan salah satu anaknya Antara! Ria menjalani hidupnya seperti orang normal kebanyakan. Sudah tentram hidupnya dengan gelimang harta, dia malah menjalin hubungan dengan Christian, salah seorang anggota boyband yang sedang naik daun! Ditambah lagi keluarganya Tian yang selalu merecoki Ria karena menjalin hubungan dengan putra mahkota mereka! Gangguan-gangguan tersebut membangunkan sisi lain Ria yang tidak pernah diketahui siapapun, termasuk Christian. Sisi lain yang benar-benar lain dari biasanya Ria. ---------------------------------------- "Tolong. Kamu sebagai papahnya, luangkan waktu untuk mengurus putrimu. Harta bisa dicari, kekuasaan bisa diraih, tapi putri yang sudah terlanjur hancur hari demi harinya tak bisa kembali. Mengobati itu lebih menyakitkan dibanding mencegah. Putrimu adalah harta terbesar bagimu." ~~~ Disclaimers!!! Trigger Warning *TW* 1. Cerita mengandung banyak suicidal thoughts dan suicidal attempts 2. Mengandung pemikiran depresi dan keputusasaan 3. Terdapat adegan kekerasan 4. Bukan cerita uwu, lebih banyak tentang relationship with human 5. If you have some mental issues, be wise to read this story. Just take a lesson and don't follow what contain in this story. Enjoyyyy~

To retrieve the engagement ring my wife shared with her first love, she actually sent our five-year-old daughter into a haunted house alone. Terrified by the bloodstains inside, our daughter accidentally fell down the stairs. A steel rod pierced her stomach, and even in her final moments, she clung tightly to the ring, refusing to let go. I cradled her lifeless body, crying uncontrollably, and called my wife countless times. When she finally answered, she impatiently warned me, "Robert’s daughter is about to undergo heart transplant surgery. Stop causing trouble!" Devastated, I made another call. "Hello, this is Lily's father. I'm sorry, but we can no longer agree to the heart donation." If they were responsible for my daughter's death, they could forget about taking her heart!

Arielle was killed by her husband and cousin after their wedding because she discovered that the two of them cheated on her and wanted to snatch all of her wealth. But she didn't die, instead, she surprisingly found herself the day Tyron proposed to her, six months before their wedding. She thought that God pitied her for dying unjustly and gave her a second chance to change her fate. This time, she promised that what happened to her would not be repeated so she planned to expose the evil deeds of her ex-husband and cousin. At the same time, she entangled with Gun, the mysterious man whom she meets and hires to be his bodyguard and the stranger she had a one-night-stand. They both fall in love with each other despite the huge differences in their personalities and status in society. But what if she discovered that Gun was the CEO of the rival company of her father and he had a selfish reason for approaching her? And will she succeed in revealing the true face of her ex-husband and cousin or end up being killed by them once again?

My mother claims my husband has cheated on me and pushes me to get a divorce. I want to collect evidence before proceeding with anything—if it's true, I have to uphold my rights. Yet she causes a scene at an art exhibition I've worked on for three years, humiliating me in public and making me sound like a gold digger. "How are you any different from a prostitute when you're holding this dumb exhibition with a man's money? I didn't raise you to be a gold digger! How can you be so revolting?" She slashes the million-dollar paintings in the exhibition, claiming that she's doing this for my good. She wants me to see the error of my ways and return to the right path. Meanwhile, I clutch my bloody hand, which she slashed with her blade. I say, "You say you want me to return to the right path, but is that what it really is? You want me to divorce my legally wedded husband, who's a CEO, without a penny to my name. "Then, you want me to marry a 45-year-old cheap man who has a child and no money? He even wants me to support him!"

Jasmine Reinle found out she was pregnant for her secret boyfriend just a few days to her highschool graduation and elder sister's wedding to her mysterious fiancee, but unfortunately for Jasmine, her boyfriend left town before she could tell him about the pregnancy, and she had no clue where he went. To protect their family's reputation, her father gave her two options; abort her baby or leave the family. Not willing to abort her baby, Jasmine decided to leave the family. Five years later, her secret boyfriend came back to her but with a very shocking reality; he's her elder sister's mysterious husband. Follow Jasmine and Thanatos rollercoaster love story journey.

Si Evina Chen ay isang young career woman na hindi natatakot na suwayin ang mga nakatataas sa kanya lalo na't alam niyang sila ay mali. Itataya pa niya ang kanyang personal na buhay upang ipagtanggol ang kanyang mga kasamahan mula sa mga malulupit nilang boss. Samantala, si Gabriel Yang naman ay isang dominanteng CEO na handang isakripisyo ang lahat para sa kapakanan ng paglago ng kanilang kumpanya. Dudurugin niya ang sinumang maglalakas-loob na humarang sa kanyang daraanan. Kinamumuhian ni Evina ang mga awtoridad. Ayaw naman ni Gabriel sa mga rebelde. Ngunit pareho nilang matututunan ang tunay na kahulugan ng pag-ibig sa mga bisig ng isa't isa. ***** NOTE: > You can reach me at my FB account po @7arabella7 > Salamat po ng madami sa suporta! Sana po ay magustuhan nyo ang kuwento ni Gabriel at Evina!:*

My wife went viral by copying someone else. After some netizens shamed her looks, she became obsessed with plastic surgery. Eventually, an illegal clinic tricked her into spending thirty thousand dollars, claiming they could make her into a celebrity. She even forced me to fund her dream by feeding our daughter pesticides. However, I knew that the clinic used implants from stolen corpses. Before long, her face would start to rot. I spent ages convincing her to choose a professional cosmetic hospital instead, saving her life. Later, though, her best friend became an internet star after undergoing plastic surgery. In comparison, my wife’s appearance had only improved slightly after the cosmetic treatment. In a fit of jealousy, she burned my daughter and me alive. “It’s your fault I couldn’t make it big! You deserve to die!” When I next opened my eyes, I returned to the day my wife asked me for money.

A soft gasp escaped her lips when Tobias’ hand slipped into her gown and caught one breast. She tried her best to suppress her emotions but her eyes just involuntarily shut due to a pleasurable sensation brought by his warm touch. She blinked her eyes open when he detached his hand from her breast. Tobias distanced himself from her, however, the rage in his eyes was still there as he watched her. “I almost forgot. You told me a few years back, only I can touch you unless I pay you.” Minah's brows furrowed, her eyes fixed on him. Tobias pulled himself away from her, composing himself before he took his wallet out of his pocket. He then pulled out some paper bills and threw them on her. Her eyes darted to the money that he tossed right in front of her. Six violet-colored paper bills. Her mouth was left agape. Six hundred pesos! Minah could feel her blood rushing to her face as insult, rage, and humiliation stirred inside her. She lifted her face once again and threw daggers at Tobias. “I am no whore, you son of a bitch!” His expression grew ominous. “You are filthier than a whore, Damara,” he said firmly, his voice sounding displeased.

I'm a CEO. Funny things keep happening around me after I meet a weird woman.

When I was six, I spilled hot water, slipped, and burned my face. My face was ruined. My parents learned their lesson and never let my younger sister do housework. To everyone they met, they praised her beauty, her charm. They turned to me with nothing but disdain. When I was ten, I had a high fever. They didn't think much of it and let it drag on until my brain was damaged, leaving me slow and dull. They learned their lesson again. From then on, if my sister so much as coughed, they would rush her to the hospital in the dead of night, showering her with care. I was like a failed experiment. Every mistake they made with me, they corrected for her. I was ugly, silent, dim-witted, unwanted. She was beautiful, sweet-talking, clever, adored by all. When I was diagnosed with depression, I gathered what little courage I had and told them. Mom lashed out, called me sick in the head, and accused me of being petty. If I was so capable, she said, I might as well die. It wasn't until my sister pushed me off a high-rise that they found out, by sheer accident, that she wasn't their child at all. I was their one and only biological child.