Smart, independent, and possessing a flawless face reminiscent of a Greek goddess, it turns out that these qualities have little impact on Glara's domestic life. Navigating the ship of marriage for 5 years did not make her life smooth. Her return from Japan brought a new chapter in her life. Intending to surprise her husband and child, Glara was instead shocked by her husband's behavior. She was insulted and discarded by both her husband and his family. Unprepared for the surprise she received, Glara could only surrender and chose to follow her husband's words. Not yet done with the surprises from her husband, Glara also discovered another shocking fact about the health of her only son. Glara's only son requires serious medical attention. Economic constraints bind Glara, forcing her to make decisions she had never imagined. Will Glara successfully overcome every obstacle in her life?
"So, is this your goal, to divorce me, Damian?" shouted Glara as she stood at the threshold of her house, stunned by the scene before her.
Initially, Glara came to retrieve her belongings left in the house, but she was confronted with a bitter reality that further tore at her heart. "For days, I isolated myself and blamed myself for not being a good wife, until you chose to separate. Is this really what you wanted?" Glara poured out her feelings.
"If it is, why?" Damian replied casually, throwing a mocking glance her way.
"How long have you two been having an affair without my knowledge?"
Damian sighed lazily. "That's none of your business!" He ignored Glara's presence, focusing instead on the vendor's staff arranging chairs and the wedding decorations.
"Who is Damian?" Damian's mother asked from inside their house. "Oh, this poor woman, what is she doing here again?" she remarked after scrutinizing Glara from head to toe. "Oh, you're here to pick up your rotten belongings, right? Wait a moment!" The middle-aged woman nodded and hurried into the house, specifically into the room where Glara and Damian used to live.
Glara fell silent, still unable to believe what was happening in her life. A week ago, Glara decided to return to her hometown after working in Japan for 18 months. However, she was greeted with a series of surprises, including Damian filing for divorce, the sudden change in the attitudes of her in-laws and husband, and the shocking revelation of Damian's marriage plans.
Glara remained still, staring at Damian busy arranging the room with wedding decorations. Glara wanted to step inside, but just a few steps into the house, her progress halted as she saw the arrival of Damian's ex-mother-in-law approaching with several suitcases and a young boy.
"Bring this useless child! All he does is cause trouble!" the woman added, pushing Gama toward Glara.
Swiftly, Glara caught her thin son, Gama. Her heart ached seeing the condition of her only child. "Mother..." Gama uttered while hugging Glara tightly.
Glara clenched her fists, gritting her teeth at the behavior of her ex-husband and ex-mother-in-law. Glara didn't mind if Damian chose to separate, but she couldn't accept her only son being treated so poorly. Suppressing her anger, Glara looked at Damian and his ex-mother-in-law, saying, "Just watch! I will retaliate for everything you've done!"
Instead of being afraid, Damian chuckled. "Retaliate? How are you going to do that? You won't have money if you don't go abroad!" Damian mocked. "Your own family has abandoned you, right? If your family still supported you or gave me a position in their company, I wouldn't have divorced you, Glara Latusha Seraphine," Damian added, taunting Glara, who was still holding her son.
"So, all this time, you were just using me?"
"What is there to be proud of in a woman like you? Not pretty, not sexy. I was forced to marry you. Unfortunately, your family decided to throw you away without even a penny from the company."
Glara shook her head, staring at Damian in disbelief. She truly didn't recognize the Damian standing before her now. "Just wait, both you and your mother will regret this!" Glara said as she carried her son and walked away from Damian, who watched her with a cynical smile.
Glara's steps took her to the asphalt road leading to the house she had bought several years ago. Despite the difficulties, Glara tried her best to carry her son and belongings. Until her steps stopped at a bus stop.
"Gama, what have they been doing to you all this time, dear?" Glara whispered. She stroked her only son's head. The next moment, Glara realized that her son was struggling to breathe. She quickly examined Gama's body. His chest seemed to rise and fall slowly.
"Mom..."
"Gama, what's wrong, dear?" Glara asked in panic, but her son didn't answer. Gama fainted in his mother's arms. Glara became even more panicked; she didn't know what to do now. To make matters worse, the bus Glara was waiting for never arrived. Glara was forced to use a passing taxi to take her to the nearest hospital.
Shortly after, they arrived at their destination. Without thinking about her belongings, Glara rushed to the emergency unit. A nurse, seeing her, took charge of Gama and placed him in a ward.
After ensuring that Gama's body was lying properly, a nurse came out and called the attending doctor. Shortly after, the attending doctor came and examined Jason. "Please wait outside, ma'am."
"But I want to stay with my son here, nurse," Lyra objected.
"I understand, let us check the condition of your son first," the nurse added. Reluctantly, Glara followed the nurse's advice, leaving Gama behind.
Glara played with her fingers, anxious and restless about her only son's condition. She even forgot the heartache caused by Damian. After a short wait, the nurse who had assisted her came out of the room.
"With the patient's mother?" she said with a warm smile. Glara nodded, and the nurse invited Glara inside to meet the doctor in charge of Gama.
"How is my son's condition, doctor?" Glara asked straight to the point.
"Since when has your son been suffering from his illness?" the doctor replied with an expression that couldn't be deciphered.
Glara's forehead wrinkled upon hearing the doctor's question. "Illness? What illness does my son have, doctor?"
The doctor was equally surprised by Glara's expression. "You don't know?"
"Don't know what, doctor?" Glara demanded a clear answer from the doctor.
"Your son is suffering from an illness..."
Glara now sat in front of the intensive care unit, where her beloved son's body rested, the same son she gave birth to four years ago. Glara repeatedly checked her phone, opening mobile banking and messages alternately.
"My savings are not enough to cover Gama's medical expenses. Oh God, what should I do? I don't want to lose the most precious treasure in my life. Gama is the only valuable thing I have," Glara lamented alone. She stared straight ahead at the door and leaned her back against the waiting room chair.
For more than an hour, Glara remained silent, staring at her phone and the door in front of her alternately. Until a voice interrupted her. "The patient is deteriorating, quickly contact his family!" Glara stood up and approached the nurse who was about to enter Gama's room.
"Nurse, what's going on?" Glara asked in panic.
The nurse turned and looked at Glara with pity. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but your son's condition is worsening. We need to take action immediately."
Glara took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She steadied herself and her heart to dial the number she had been staring at since earlier. "Hello, I need your help!"
Money brings pleasure, as the saying goes. This is the perfect expression to describe the relationship between these two lovers. Dallas Carrington needs the touch of Elmira Tabitta, while Elmira needs Dallas's money to cover her husband's medical expenses. She offers everything she has to the lonely man in exchange for money. The second bed becomes the silent witness to their nightly struggles when Dallas's wife is not at home. What started as a relationship of mutual need develops into something more serious. Mira, who always receives financial support from Dallas, begins to desire a higher status. So, how will Dallas's wife react? And what will happen to Mira's husband? Will the tale of the second bed continue?
Laurence Griezmann, commonly known as Laura, is the sole heir to the largest multinational corporation. However, she chooses to run away from her responsibility to manage her father's company, passing it on to someone who bears a striking resemblance to her—Eugene Thompson. Initially, Eugene is unaware of the magnitude of the 'collaboration' offered by Laura. Fortunately, there is Marvin Campbell, his father's right-hand man, who assists him. Eugene's presence has the power to transform all the negative aspects left behind by Laura. He becomes a healer for every wound Laura inflicts on those closest to her, including the man who loves Laura. Unfortunately, Marvin also develops feelings for Eugene. The story unfolds Eugene's journey as he takes on the role of Laura and the twists and turns he encounters. Who will be the man to capture Eugene's heart, and will Laura make a return?
What do you think when you hear the word mannequin? A statue, a display doll, right? There's another term related to mannequins, and that's a fashion model. A lifeless fashion model, it's an inanimate object. Unfortunately, there's a case of an attack committed by that lifeless object on an employee of Butik La Omelas. Who would believe that a mannequin could do such a thing? Including Irish Klementiff. Until she encountered a mannequin in her house and asked for its help to find out who made it like that. Will Irish help her? Or will she experience something similar to that employee? Who is the living mannequin, actually? Find the answers in the book "The Soul Inside The Mannequin."
Eyes are the window to the heart. For helping a mysterious old man, Ardhan Aji Pradiptio was rewarded with a mysterious object that changed his life for the better. So far, bad luck has always haunted him, starting from his career faltering and being insulted and belittled by his superiors to the marriage that was about to take place, which was cancelled. As a result, he can tell how good or bad someone is from their eyes. One day, he met a man who had a different eye color than the others. Ardhan had difficulty guessing the person's personality. hen what will he do? Where does he look for answers? Let's join Ardhan in finding out who this person is through his story in the book Extraordinary Salesman.
She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.