Aurelia Schaffner, a girl of German-Indonesian descent, never imagined that the senior who once punished her severely during orientation would become her husband. Rafael Mahendra, a student president who is known to be strict, disciplined, and has no tolerance for mistakes, now has to marry a girl who is careless, often late, and likes to complain. Can love grow between these two contrasting personalities after marriage? Follow the journey of laughter and surprises between Rafael and Aurelia!
Aurelia Schaffner had never been the kind of girl who believed in fate. She believed in logic, in cause and effect, in the simple fact that actions led to consequences. But as she stood in front of the grand mahogany door, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the handle, she couldn't help but feel that fate was laughing in her face.
She took a deep breath, steadying herself. She had faced tough situations before-failed exams, strict professors, even an entire semester of waking up at dawn for a class she despised. But this? This was on an entirely different level. Because behind that door was the one person she had never expected to see again, at least not like this.
Rafael Mahendra.
The name alone sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of irritation and lingering anxiety. The last time she had encountered him, he had been the all-powerful student body president, a figure of authority with an unshakable presence, sharp eyes, and an even sharper tongue. He had been the kind of senior who made freshmen tremble-stern, merciless, and, in her personal opinion, annoyingly perfect.
And now, she was supposed to marry him.
It was absurd. Impossible. A cruel joke.
Yet here she was, dressed in an elegant but suffocating traditional outfit, standing in front of his family's home, waiting to be introduced as his future wife.
She clenched her fists, recalling the most humiliating day of her freshman year-the day Rafael Mahendra had made her life a living hell.
It had been the first day of university orientation, and she had been running late. Not by much-just ten minutes. But those ten minutes had sealed her fate.
She had rushed into the auditorium, her backpack barely slung over her shoulder, only to find herself standing in front of hundreds of students, all seated in perfect silence. The student council, dressed in crisp formal attire, had been lined up at the front. And at the center, standing with arms crossed and an unimpressed expression, was Rafael Mahendra.
"Miss Schaffner," he had said in that cool, authoritative voice. "You're late."
Aurelia had swallowed hard, feeling the weight of hundreds of eyes on her. "I-I'm sorry. There was traffic-"
"Excuses." His voice had been cold, final. "Rules exist for a reason. If you can't follow them, you'll have to deal with the consequences."
And deal with the consequences she did. He had assigned her an endless list of tasks-running across campus to deliver paperwork, memorizing the names of every faculty member, even leading a morning roll call for the next three days. By the end of the week, she had been exhausted, humiliated, and absolutely certain of one thing:
She hated Rafael Mahendra.
And now, thanks to her family's insistence, she was about to become his wife.
The door finally creaked open, pulling her back to the present. Her heart pounded as she lifted her gaze, and there he was-standing tall, dressed in a sharp, tailored shirt, his dark eyes scanning her with unreadable intensity.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them was thick, tense, charged with something unspoken.
Then, Rafael sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Of all people," he muttered, almost to himself.
Aurelia let out a sharp breath, crossing her arms. "Trust me, this is the last thing I wanted too."
His lips twitched, almost as if he was amused. But that expression vanished in an instant, replaced by the same cold indifference she remembered all too well.
"Then let's get this over with," he said, stepping aside.
Aurelia squared her shoulders before walking inside, her head held high.
She wasn't that timid freshman anymore.
And if she was going to be stuck in this marriage, she would make sure Rafael Mahendra regretted ever underestimating her.
Leandro Castellano, a wealthy businessman known for being cold and heartless, has lost faith in love. Every woman who approaches him wants nothing more than his money and status. Fed up, he takes drastic measures-disguising himself as a poor old man named "Enzo" and living a simple life in a small town. There he meets Seraphina Duarte, a woman willing to marry in order to save her family from crushing debt. She accepts the old man's proposal, thinking that at least she can live with someone who seems kind but helpless. However, Seraphina is no ordinary woman either. She hides a big secret-the real reason she is so desperate to marry. Over time, Leandro-under his identity as Enzo-begins to fall in love with his own wife. But the deeper he digs into Seraphina's life, the more he realizes that something is not right. He is not the only one lying in this marriage. Who will discover the truth first? Can their love survive when all the masks are finally removed? Or will this be a war between two people who both hide wounds and secrets?
Alana is forced to marry Adrian, a cold and vengeful heir to a business empire. This marriage isn't about love-it's punishment. To Adrian, Alana is merely a tool for revenge for the betrayal her family has committed against him. From the first night, Adrian treats her with contempt, viewing her as a cheap woman sold by her family to atone for their wrongdoings. But Alana refuses to submit. Heartbroken and seething with rage, she vows to persevere and prove that she belongs to no one, let alone a man who only sees her as an object of pleasure. But as time goes by, the hatred between them begins to mix with an unexplainable attraction. Adrian begins to see that Alana is not who he thinks she is. But as he begins to doubt his own intentions, a deep secret about a past betrayal is revealed-and things take a more dangerous turn. Can Alana free herself from Adrian's shadow of revenge? Or will she be trapped in this game of hatred and passion forever?
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.
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.
"I, Erika Blackwood, stand before you, Alexander Robertson, with a heavy heart. I hereby reject you as my mate. The bond we once shared has grown fragile, and my soul yearns for a different path. May you find solace in the love of another, and may we both find the happiness we seek." Alexander didn't say a word and looked at me. But he refused to accept. *********** Erika Blackwood is the next Alpha in line of the Ironclaw Pack. She hides her identity and gets mated to the Alpha of the Moonforest Pack, Alexander Robertson. Three years passed, but Alexander is still unwilling to let go of his childhood sweetheart. Erika is mistreated and eventually framed by the same childhood sweetheart. Now she leaves with that humiliation, and goes back to her pack, swearing vengeance on those who hurt her. They all waited for her to return and beg, but what happens when they realize that the famous Ironclaw Pack that was going to help in the rogue war, was ruled by a woman named, Erika Blackwood. Now her Ex mates want her back. Other Alphas want this woman.. But will she accept any of them? Or will she stay independent forever?...
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."