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A princess escaped from the verge of death at the war going on at her kingdom with her little sister. she was badly looking for an antidote to cure her from the arrow shot at her by the invaders. Whereby the antidote belongs to the ice Prince whom she hated with disgust, but she was determined to get it at all cost and also avenge the death of her parents with a condition that she will have to marry the prince, she escaped with the potion and thought that the prince had forgotten about their deal she swore not to marry him. * Both of them had to find the dark secret covering their birth. This is a story of bittersweet love affair and of course pains and sorrow. Cover from Pinterest

"Marry you?" She asked clearly astonished. "It's not by will." He said to his defense. "Then who's forcing you?" The princess inquired. "Nobody." "Am confused." "Am doing this to protect you." "How?" Queen Ira is an adopted daughter of the king Darsh pranav jai and Queen Poti pranav jai. When King Darsh pranav Jai passed away, Ira could be sent to exile as she no longer has any relationship with the royal family. Where as King Arnav pranav jai had only one goal and only one love that never seem to be possible. Read on to find out the trials, deception, loyalty, betrayal and love story in this thrilling series, Queen Ira.

"Marry you?" She asked clearly astonished. "It's not by will." He said to his defense. "Then who's forcing you?" The princess inquired. "Nobody." "Am confused." "Am doing this to protect you." "How?" Queen Manikarnika is an adopted daughter of the king Darsh pranav jai and Queen Poti pranav jai. When King Darsh pranav Jai passed away, Ira could be sent to exile as she no longer has any relationship with the royal family. Where as King Arnav pranav jai had only one goal and only one love that never seem to be possible. Read on to find out the trials, deception, loyalty, betrayal and love story in this thrilling series, Queen Manikarnika

I was supposed to marry Lord Tristan Beaumont. The wedding was perfectly planned, and my ancestral engagement ring was already on my finger. But days before the ceremony, he walked into the rose garden with my cousin, Seraphina, clinging to his arm. He looked at me with chilling indifference and announced he was marrying her instead. "You will still join the Beaumont family. Just not as my wife. You can be my mistress." Seraphina squeezed out fake tears, claiming they couldn't control their love, while the Beaumont matriarchs cornered me in the drawing room. They demanded I accept this humiliation quietly to protect their reputation, offering a dowry as the price for my dignity. Tristan even threatened me, reminding me that without their protection, I was an orphan with nothing left. They thought I was a helpless girl who would obediently step into their gilded cage, knowing I needed their family's resources to uncover the truth behind my parents' deaths. The humiliation burned, but my shock quickly turned into cold, hard fury. I looked at the man who had sworn his love and the cousin I had trusted like a sister. Why should I sacrifice my dignity to be a stepping stone for their perfect romance? I, Jolie Vinson, would never be anyone's pathetic mistress. So, in front of the entire smug family, I made a counter-proposal. "I request permission to marry the late Lord Gabriel by proxy." I chose to marry Tristan's dead older brother, becoming the untouchable senior widow to seize his vast, hidden fortune. But what I didn't know was that my "dead" husband was actually very much alive, hiding in the secret passages of my new bedroom, watching my every move.

"You're just my tool. Know your place." It's her duty to follow her master's command. Even at the risk of injuring herself or losing her mind. It's his right to make use of her cold-heartedly. Even discarding her when she had become useless. She was a bird trapped inside a gilded cage, slowly losing her mind in the process. He was the heir of the country, regretting things he had lost in the process of power chasing. Could she ever be saved? Could he get back what he had lost? A love story between an antagonist and a side character. Melancholic Sword Apprentice (hidden shape-shifter) × Cunning Cold-hearted Master of Ivory Manor

I tried to breathe, trapped in the gilded cage of 1900s New York, a silent observer overshadowed by my brilliant sister Bea. My marriage to Arthur Pendleton, the influential industrialist, was supposed to be a safe harbor, a quiet escape from the era' s suffocating expectations. But then, an anonymous letter slipped under my door, revealing his carefully hidden life: a mistress, Daisy Miller, and a secret son residing in Greenwich Village. When I confronted him, Arthur didn't flinch; he simply suggested I, his wife, discreetly "manage" his affair and illegitimate child, appealing to my "renowned compassion." The audacity, the utter disgust of becoming the caretaker for his betrayal, stole my breath and shattered every illusion of our life. My humiliation was complete as Daisy Miller herself appeared, heavily pregnant again, desperate and blaming me for Arthur' s sudden abandonment. His pleas for me to accommodate his expanding secret brood, his appeal to my "compassion," were the final insult to my intelligence. How could the man who pledged lifelong fidelity demand such a monstrous thing, expecting me to legitimize his lies? But then, Bea, my whirlwind sister, uttered a single word – "Google" – and the silent understanding between us, our shared 21st-century secret, finally broke through. In that earth-shattering moment, the quiet engineer in me awakened; I would no longer be a doormat or a tragic victim of this strange, old world. I crushed the diamond necklace he gave me, a symbol of his worthless promises, and vowed to use every bit of my future knowledge to not just leave Arthur, but to utterly destroy him.

While falling from the building, there was only one thought in her head. ‘If rebirth is real, I hope I’m not born ever again. Life is too horrid to live again’ Her head hit the ground, splitting into a million pieces. The perfect way to die for someone who wanted to be unrecognized and forgotten. Like a painful dream, she opens her eyes and she's back again, 10 years in the past. She was back to the day she was being married off to the duke who was destined to abandon her and love another, to a prince who was obsessed with other people’s possession, and a witch who pretended to be a saint. ‘One of you gods up there must be messing with me, right?! I said I didn’t want to live again! What is the meaning of this?!’ Brought to the past, Natalia has two choices, flight or fight. What would’ve become a wasteful life in the slums was reversed when he had a hand stretched out to him. The prince was charming and kind and he would’ve given his life for him. However, betrayal was a bucket of cold water and a priced dagger in the back. He would never accept an outstretched hand but he couldn’t deny a sharpened sword to the neck. She’s not a knight in shining armor but she’s the salvation he needed and whether he liked it or not, he would give his life for her.

Yang Ning, a retired armed policeman and a businessman, who owned the possession of ten million before, traveled time and space to an ancient world by accident. Since then, he had become Ermine, a member of the Beggar Sect. He was as tolerant and stable as the earth. And he was as silent and smart as a secret treasure! At that time, the scroll buried underground unexpectedly appeared at public, and the golden phoenix arrived in the world again. Chu Country on the south and Han Country on the north fought for the throne, and the situation was complicated and ambiguous like layers of clouds in the sky. Tricks were used in the palace, while blood was splashed on the battlefield. Take the whole world as a chessboard and the public as the chess pieces. May all the heroes and beauties put on a game of chess to surprise the world!

Maxine lived her life with difficulties since she was born. Everyone thought she would become the Empress someday. Everyone expected her to be one because of the God's message before she was even born. All of the people had high expectations. She struggled learning how to become the best Ruler in the future. Her family became distant from her for her sake, that's what she thought. She became so stiff that everyone would think she was a heartless woman. But one day, the Prince fell inlove with the Empire's Princess prisoner from the neighboring Empire. The Ducal House of Zachrono started to fall, horrible and unfortunate things happened. The death of his five brothers and father stole her sanity that made her stab the Prince and led her to her own death. She thought she was dead but when she woke up, she realized she went back time 15 years ago and now, she's inside her younger self. The 5 years old girl. Will the history repeat itself? Or she can change the fate of her family?

CHRONICLE TELLS THE STORY OF A COURAGEOUS WOMAN WHO FOUND IN THE PROFESSION OF DAY DAY ARTIST A WAY TO LIVE HAPPILY AND SHARING THE PAIN AND JOYS OF HER DAY DAY DAY FRIENDS.

This story will focus on the whole family of Don Nataniel Lucas from his own beloved town, San Lucas. This story talks about love, sacrifices, pride and etc. Felipe Lucas is known as the most handsome and responsible man in the city. He is the son of Nathaniel Lucas, the gobernadorcillo of the first-class town of San Lucas. At the age of 12, he'd left his beloved city to study at the University of Sto.Tomas. After 8 years, he decided to take a vacation in his town. And there, he'd meet again his childhood best friend which is Sofia Monteclara. After a month. He fell in love with the girl who made him realized that everything is possible as long as you believe. But? Someone took his love away from him. Would he find a way to get his girl back? How could Felipe save his lost bride? Would he conquer all the challenges?

We often hear that love makes us blind, but when we add jealousy, we lose all beneficial notions, and we are ready to do anything so that the person at the origin of these evils, suffer. This is what will happen to Thetia Kestle, the youngest of the Kestle family. It is her older sister Jane who will be at the origin, and who will force her sister, the jewel of the Kestle family, to flee her native land, because death is at her heels. A love triangle is created between Jane, Thetia and Crown Prince Harlan VII Vassethier. Nevertheless, even in the deepest despair, we can find that glimmer of hope and swim to it so that we can finally breathe and be free of all these evils. Thetia will understand this during her long flight. Between betrayal, manipulation, life of prestige, wars, and love, how to know who will support you all your life and who will stab you in the back at the right moment.

I woke up in a strange body, only to find myself being violently laced into a blood-red wedding dress. The Ashford family had finally remembered their abandoned daughter, but only to use me as a disposable substitute. They were forcing me to marry the terrifying Prince Regent in place of their precious darling, Seraphina. The Prince was rumored to be a cursed, crippled monster who had already outlived three dead brides. Everyone knew this wasn't a wedding; it was a brutal death sentence. When I confronted my "father," he coldly told me it was my duty to sacrifice my life so his real daughter could marry the Crown Prince. They thought I was just a weak, useless pawn they could ship off like cattle. They expected me to cry, beg, and accept my tragic fate. But I wasn't that timid girl anymore. I smiled at my so-called father and held out two fingers. "Alright, I'll marry him." I watched their faces pale as my smile widened. "But not for free. Two hundred thousand gold lions." After extorting my own family, I took the carriage to the Prince's castle, where they tried to humiliate me by making me enter through a tiny servant's door. Instead of submitting, I walked over to a thousand-pound marble gargoyle statue by the main entrance. I ripped off my veil, lifted the massive stone beast with my bare hands, and smashed the heavy iron gates to splinters. "Go tell your master his bride has arrived." I let the words sink into the dead silence. "And if he doesn't open this gate, I will tear it down myself."

My chances of survival are slim. Going west in the 1880s? Dangerous. Fighting rogues and traveling through pack lands where we are unwelcome? A death sentence. But Akecheta awakens a part of me I've never known before. I'm brave. I'm strong. I'm an Alpha's daughter. I will fight for my people--even if it costs me everything. And chances are, it will. If you love steamy wolf shifter romance that will leave your heart racing, read this new adventure from the author of The Alpha King's Breeder.

Elara carried a dormant second self-Sloane, forged from a year of border warfare after cousin Lydia sold her into slavery. Rescued and amnesiac, Elara forgot it all-until Lydia's poison shattered her gentle host, unleashing the soldier. But she barely had time to reclaim her dark instincts before a grimy groundskeeper lunged at her in the dark woods. Her sweet, smiling cousin Lydia hadn't just poisoned her with the deadly Scarlet Heat toxin. Lydia had paid this man to defile her, wanting Elara's reputation completely annihilated before the poison finally stopped her heart. As the agonizing heat threatened to cook Sloane's brain, Lydia burst into the clearing with a crowd of royal guards and exquisitely dressed nobles. "Oh, Elara! How could you? With a common servant. Have you no shame?" Lydia played the horrified sister perfectly, weeping and screaming about Elara's unimaginable depravity. In the eyes of the disgusted onlookers, Elara's already-tarnished reputation was dead and buried. She should have suffered and died as a destitute orphan, but Lydia stepped over her body, replacing her to become her fiancé's beloved. It was a flawless, vicious trap designed to destroy a helpless noble girl. But Lydia didn't know that the soul inside Elara's body was a battle-hardened soldier. And she certainly didn't know that the "common servant" Sloane had just desperately kissed to survive the poison wasn't the groundskeeper. The crowd's whispers died instantly as the man in the shadows stepped forward, his glacial eyes sweeping over them. It was Damian Sinclair, the terrifying Prince Regent himself, whom Lydia had just accused of being a lowly servant engaged in filth. Sloane crossed her arms, a cold, mocking smile touching her lips as she watched her cousin collapse in terror. The real show was just beginning.

Here’s the translation: "After being by Jeremy's side for ten years, I became the sharpest knife in his hand. He ascended to the throne, yet he wanted me dead. Later, he came to see me. I lowered my gaze and said, 'Let's not meet again.' But he leaned closer, his eyes cold and menacing. 'Not meet again? Justine, you are mine. Never think of leaving me.'"

I was the legitimate daughter of a Duke, exiled for years and finally forced into a political marriage to save my family's declining status. But on my wedding night, I woke up paralyzed on the cold stone floor, only to find my new husband entangled in my marital bed with my malicious half-sister. It was a carefully staged humiliation. My sister mocked me from the tangled sheets, while my husband looked down at me with utter boredom and disgust. Worse yet, the suffocating incense filling the room was a potent aphrodisiac—a "wedding gift" supplied by my own biological father to break my will and ensure I became a submissive pawn. The original owner of this body died of heartbreak right then and there, suffocated by a lifetime of being treated like worthless garbage by her own blood. She didn't understand why her family hated her so much, or why they would conspire to destroy her dignity on the very night she was supposed to become a Duchess. But the timid girl who would have cried and begged was gone. Opening my eyes, the soul of a top-tier modern operative took over. I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I pulled a six-inch steel hairpin from my hair, pressed the wickedly sharp point directly against my new husband's throat, and smiled. "I am the ghost who has come to collect your debts."

For three years, I poured my entire merchant dowry into a crumbling estate, funding my husband Allen's rise to become a Royal Scholar. But on the day of his triumphant return, he stepped out of his carriage holding another woman's hand. He announced that Isabelle, a noblewoman, would be his new wife and the mistress of the house. "I expect you to accept this arrangement. You will need to continue managing the accounts to fund our move to the capital." He actually wanted me to use my mother's legacy to finance his new life with his new lover. His family eagerly chimed in, mocking my merchant blood and threatening that a discarded woman would be a laughingstock in the kingdom. They thought I was just an orphan with no backing, a walking treasury they could bleed dry and then cage. They seemed to have completely forgotten that without my money, their "noble" family was nothing but a mountain of hidden debt. I didn't scream or cry. I simply slammed the estate ledgers and the heavy gold signet ring onto the dining table. "Since she is the new mistress, she can manage your bankrupt estate." While they panicked over their empty coffers, I secretly left in the dead of night. I took the life-debt token my mother left me and went straight to the terrifying Iron Duke. I was going to get a royal divorce and take back every single penny that belonged to me.

I DEDICATE THIS WORK OF FICTION TO THE CITY OF SAINTS, AND TO ALL PEOPLE, WHO ARE BORN WITH A HEART READY TO HELP OTHERS, WITHOUT ASKING FOR ANYTHING IN RETURN, JUST WITH THE DESIRE TO GIVE WITHOUT EXPECTING TO RECEIVE.

Before she died, she was the merchant's brat who'd "married above her station."​ Sterilized. Bleed dry. Thrown out like trash.​ She burned the Thorne name to ash-with them still trapped inside it.​ Now she was back. Her birth mother peddled her off for status. Her stepsister draped herself in her late mother's jewels. And every last one of them plotted to hand her right back to the man who'd killed her.​ What a shame.​ They thought she'd returned to forgive.​ She was here to finish what she'd started.