0
TOP UP
Reading History
Sign out
Get the APPsiapa yang sebenarnya suamiku dailymotion
Siapa yang Sebenarnya Suamiku?
/1/110344/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee9edc19532d5cad4529d092169ad91d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her
As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.SHEIKHTAHIRBINHALIMAL-JUKRAThad dealt with his most senior aide long enough to know the older man’s tells. Yet Ali insisted on playing these games with him. Tahir watched him fidget with the papers in his leather-bound folder, straighten corners that didn’t need straightening, place the expensive Montblanc pen Tahir had gifted him two Christmases ago precisely in the centre of the top page before moving it a fraction of an inch.
Given the chance, Tahir suspected the other man would’ve conducted a microscopic inspection of each fingernail for dirt and brushed invisible lint off his tailored suit before stating what was obviously on his mind.
‘Are we done here? I’d like to get on with my next appointment before I leave for Zinabir,’ Tahir said after a full minute, attempting and failing to keep impatience from sharpening his voice.Ali gave the merest grimace, an action not many would’ve noticed.
Tahir noticed.
He noticed everything. Because these days, he couldn’t afford to be oblivious to anything. Not any more.
Those carefree days when he’d freely trusted, and tossed out benefits of the doubt like candy at a toddler’s party, were far behind him. Smothered to death by a far too close brush with a different fate. A fate averted at a steep price he’d never be able to fully repay in this life.
In his quietest moments, Tahir couldn’t help but hope he would be able to repay it in his next. Hoped to have done enough in this life to erase the deep disappointment from his father’s eyes when they met in the afterlife.
Until then...
He tightened his gut against the surfeit of emotions triggered by thoughts of his father.
/0/32938/coverorgin.jpg?v=d5e31582c1e7172270a5715e8d899958&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Their Desert Night of Scandal
Back with the king… for one desert night! Twelve years after Sheikh Tahir almost lost his throne, the woman who betrayed him arrives at his palace gates. Lauren’s request to help her brother is Tahir's chance to—at last—make sense of her betrayal. On one condition: they spend twenty-four hours in t/0/75281/coverorgin.jpg?v=e42760d7d860587b20708bb163e463fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Blackwell House: The Silence Beneath
Seventeen year old Lydia Morrow arrives at Blackwell House Academy with two things: a name buried in scandal and a brother who vanished without a trace. Her father is dead. Her mother disappeared years ago, and her only remaining family,Uncle Marcus , is a man with too many secrets and too much powe/0/75225/coverorgin.jpg?v=425b2255c68c7f85a415ccfa535628f1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Alpha's Forgotten Wife
Evelyn Black was once the Luna of the strongest pack. Cold marriage, cruel Alpha, loveless bond. One day, she walked away. No note, no goodbye, she just vanished. Years later, Alpha Kade finds her... alive, happy, and clueless about who he is. She remembers nothing. Not the vows. Not the betrayal./0/18190/coverorgin.jpg?v=5789b750d63e931d6092d3af250d65a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
