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"Your Highness!" "The Lord is here!" I heard shouts of someone in the palace of Paine.I saw mila outside the raging servants go to that noise. I went straight inside until I saw people gathering. "Intruder!" Shouted a soldier on the side and I was about to rush when I removed the cloak on my head. "W-Who are you?" A leader, maybe a servant, stammered. I said that because it was neat and classy. "I am the Lord bride.Princess Roseé Merald Stone from the Stone Palace." I said and got off the horse. All the servants who were blocking my path stepped aside when I saw who was the center of attention earlier. It looks like it's boiling — No! I don't think it's but my blood is really boiling in that lalaling. I slowly approached him and threatened him.

I don’t trust vampires, but if he’s the one that needs protection. I will gladly protect young master from danger.” –Maple Quinn Tempest."What?" I almost choked because I heard a suggestion from my friend. “Me? Be a bodyguard to a vampire? ”We are now in a café near our school. I’m Maple Quinn Tempest, 18 years old and currently looking for a job for personal reasons."Escort that." I rolled my eyes when she corrected me, art can only be a bodyguard. Even calling a bodyguard needs to be social, vampires are.Is he kidding? Me? Serving a vampire? “They are strong ah? Do we need a bodyguard? ”“He is different, you know that? He… needs protection from someone- AH BASTA! It's up to them to explain. ” Annoyed he says, psh. “Apple, you also need money for your brother. You know martial arts or defense, this job is perfect for you. ”I was frustrated, I shouldn't have said I knew how to kill. I've been looking for a job before, it's a difficult case because I'm still a student. I need money for my little sister, I have no choice.“Fine. I’ll guard este- escort this vampire… whatsoever. ” Phee's face suddenly lit up. Why does the fun he? what's up with that vampire?“Yesss! He will meet you today! He is coming! ” I was surprised by his answer. TODAY ?! IMMEDIATELY?“He’s hereeee ~”He immediately pulled me upright, I saw a black haired guy arriving in front of the café, I just couldn't see the color of his eyes. Ok, is he really that rich or something ?! Wait, is the limousine he rode in ?! WAIT BUSHET I'M NOT READY YET! I'M UGLY-"Wait, I'm not ready yet-"I could hardly breathe when he started approaching us, he had companions. His bodyguards are supposed to be in a suit and tie, confirmed. Rich old vampire.

Lucky is twenty-eight years old, NBSB but successful in her career as an erotic writer. Came from a rich family, but grew up independent and expected nothing but himself. She was happy and satisfied with her twenty-eight year career. but, suddenly came to the point where she wanted to have a child. Lucky is at the right age, she has saved a lot and has her own house, this is also what her parents have been asking for over and over again. Lucky has only one problem. she has genophobia, a mental health disorder characterized by a fear of sexual intimacy. No one else knows about Lucky's condition apart from her best friend slush Genesis. even to his own family, Lucky did not tell this for fear that her relatives would laugh at her or make fun of her condition, so adoption was not the answer to her desire to have a child. She only thought of one way, to conceive using the IUI procedure; a medical procedure in which a male donor's sperm is implanted directly into a woman's uterus. She told Genesis his plan, and her best friend supported him, but when she said she wanted to be a sperm donor, the man did not agree. He said he doesn't want to be responsible for any woman. Lucky has a way, but she didn't really think that she would have a hard time finding a sperm donor, she didn't want to be a Pontio Pilato donor, that's why he committed a crime one night after Genesis had sex with his flavor of the month. well, she just stole his friend's sperm. Will Lucky's pregnancy be successful? How will Genesis react when he finds out what his best friend did?

Tony Green, an A-list celebrity got into a serious car accident. The culprit? Ash Myers, an infamous singer, who was drunk driving. Due to this fateful event, Tony got into a coma and woke up with a condition called Savant Syndrome--a rare disease that he became a genius in music and math but at the same time, became an idiot in some activities of daily living. A favorable arrangement was offered to Ash. Will accepting it lead to her one true love or will it end in tragedy due to some twists and turns of life?

I was inside my car, driving as usual.But of course,Some enemies were following me.I'm not scared of anything,Even if it's death.What I'm afraid of,Is leaving something behind, Something.. Special. *Car crashed*" Sh*t! Sh*t!!! "" Call an ambulance immediately!!! "" Okay! Okay! Help!! "" I said call the ambulance!!! "I wasn't afraid of getting killed,What I was afraid of,Leaving someone behind, My precious mother." Hey, are you okay? "" Are you still alive? "" She's still breathing!! "" Where are the ambulance!!? "" We need to get her to hospital or she'll die! "I didn't know,That today is the end of me,I bet my enemies are happy,Of course they are, but who cares?I'm leaving my mother behind,Her daughter is gonna die,Not like she cares anyway,She has someone besides her even I'm gone,So that's okay,I have no regrets when I'm going to die, Even if it's for eternity." Here comes the ambulance! " I'm Meilippe Xiao, A daughter of a billionaire woman, Who is known for being a gangster, A woman who knows how to fight and defend herself on her own, Without relying to anyone, Independent, strong woman, That is me,All I know that before I was even brought to the hospital,I was dead on arrival,But how on earth,. . . Did I live again?

"You never looked at me as myself. You never treated me as a spouse because another woman is in your mind when we're together. Every time you say 'I love you,' with every embrace and kiss, it's her you're thinking of, not me. You loved me not because you loved me, but because you were keeping my sibling alive within me." Certainly! Here is the text translated into English: --- "Damn you!! Put me down!!” I kicked as hard as I can. I even pulled his hair and bit his shoulders so that he will let me go. “Stop it Van! You might fall!” he protested. But I tried even harder to free myself. I kept screaming for him to let me go, but he remained deaf. “You monster!! Manipulative jerk!! I hate you!! I really, really hate you!!” I shouted. I was on the verge of tears due to the extreme anger I felt towards him. Suddenly, he pushed me into a room and dropped me onto the sofa. Before I could even stand, he immediately went on top of me and pinned my arms. “Get off me!!” I wriggled my arms away. He closed his eyes and pressed his body closer to mine. My eyes widened when I felt 'him' coming to life. “Xander?” panic laced my voice. He put his forehead against mine. “God, I missed you so much Vannah.” He said, almost sobbing. I remained silent for a while. “Let me go Xander.” His grip tightened. He shook his head and buried his face in my neck. “I can’t. Savannah, I can’t. I can’t let you go.” I exhaled. Man, this is so frustrating. “Xander, please. I don't want this anymore. I'm tired of you. I'm tired of all of this. Just, let me go.” He looked at me wide-eyed. “No Savannah! No! You can't get tired. No! You can't leave. I can't bear another day without you, I'll go crazy. Please, just don't leave me.” I saw a tear fall from his eyes. I closed my eyes. No Savannah. Don't let yourself be fooled. Don't repeat your mistake from seven years ago. “Savannah..” he called. I just stared at him. I tried to push him with all my might and I succeeded. I sat there while he was trying to reach me. “Stop it Xander! What's so hard to understand about me not wanting this!” He was taken aback by what I said. He turned pale and seemed to have no strength to lower his hand. “I'm sorry. For everything that I said to you--“ I cut him off and stood up. “No. Don't ask for forgiveness. I understand. I understand it all, Xander.” My voice broke so I paused. I took a deep breath as I felt the same pain resurface. “I perfectly understood all the things that you said that night.” “Savannah..” “I know, I know that you married me not because you love me. You married me because you're in love with my twin, right?” “NO!!” he tried to hug me but I stepped back. “Don't touch me.” “Savannah, please, let me explain.” He pleaded but I just shook my head. “Your explanation is seven years late Xander. Everything is broken beyond repair.” I shook my head and reached for the door. He grabbed my arms and hugged me tightly. “No. I won't give up, Savannah. I won't give you up without putting up a damn fight! Remember, we're still married. You're still my wife.” I laughed bitterly when he said that. I pushed him away and looked him straight in the eyes. “I was never your wife Xander. I am just your substitute bride.”

"You are a Town Guard." "That is not a secret." "Then I do have a case for you," the lady said. "I wish to find my sister." "What is the nature of her disappearance?" If it was a simple disappearance, anyone could directly come into the Grand Guard Hall and file for the case. But with this woman's efforts, it was either a case that would cause a scandal or a petty, foolish one which was getting too rampant nowadays. He had been getting useless cases being presented to him by crying single ladies and their mamas in their poor attempt to get his attentions. Even a Town Guard could not be saved from the desperate single ladies still out in the marriage mart. "She had been banished," came the lady's reply. "I am sorry to tell you that we do not handle banishment cases. No matter how you may feel that your sister has been wronged, the law does not-" "I know of the law. I would not have come here if I knew I would not get your help." Ah, so she was confident he'd help her. McKenzie scratched at the scar across his right brow, a habit when he was getting impatient. "And why would you think I would take a banishment case?" he finally asked. Honestly, if this was another single chit who wished to trick him into marriage, he would throw her out of the house for having wasted his time. She finally pulled her hood off her face to reveal a beautiful lady with flaming red hair. Her cheeks were high and finely formed, her chin pointed and her eyes dark blue. She looked vaguely familiar and he quickly searched his memory for a name. He was quite good at memorizing faces and giving a name to them. Carrington. She was a Carrington. She talked of banishment and if his memory served him right, Belinda Carrington had been banished out of Willowfair five years past. Emmett Carrington had two daughters. This must be the other one. She did not know her name but he soon would. "I am Julia Carrington, now lady Trilby," she said, sparing him the trouble. Her face was too serious, her stand too stiff. He had heard of her recent marriage to the youngest Trilby son. "As I have said, Mr. Haverston, I wish that you find my sister, Belinda. You must know about her for her disappearance had caused a great scandal five years past." "And I have told you, lady Trilby, that a banishment case is not-" "The banishment is not unlawful, Mr. Haverston," she interjected, her blue eyes looking straight at him. "But where she was banished to is," she finished. McKenzie finally allowed a frown. "Where she was banished to?" Julia Carrington-Trilby's face tightened but McKenzie was certain that she was fighting back tears. "She was banished aboveground."

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.

My husband Julian celebrated our five-year anniversary by sleeping with his mistress. He thought I was a clueless trophy wife, too dim to notice the vanilla and tuberose scent on his expensive suits. He was wrong. For years, I played Mrs. Vance, hiding my brilliance while Julian claimed my patents. An anonymous email confirmed his ultimate betrayal: photos of him and Scarlett Kensington in ecstasy. My heart didn't break; it solidified into ice at five years wasted. I activated "The Protocol" for a new identity and escape countdown. Playing the doting wife, I plotted his downfall, catching him with his mistress selling my work, and publicly snapping his credit card. His betrayals and stolen work ignited a cold, calculated fury. He had no idea the monster he'd created. I was dismantling his empire. I shredded his patent papers, stripping him of his ill-gotten gains. With a final tap, I initiated "Identity Erasure." Mrs. Vance was dead. Dr. Evelyn Thorne had just begun her counterattack.

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. ""Mr. Kensington,"" the nurse's voice cracked, ""your wife... she's critical."" A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. ""Liam is in the shower,"" Seraphina's voice purred. ""Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low."" Then, Liam's bored voice: ""If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning."" Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his ""eligible bachelor"" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a ""trailer park girl"" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his ""grief."" But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive ""free"" could be.

Stella Judd worked hard for her entire life, in return, she only got endless deception and oppression and died without dignity. However, she was reborn with time turning back. She vowed to never again let anyone who had bullied her get anything out of her. She got away from a very vicious family and got rich by her own hands. Nevertheless, she felt in love with a cripple. Although he was a cripple, Stella wanted to protect her husband and live in peace, but she didn't expect that her crippled husband suddenly turned into the distinguished Prime Minister! What's more, not only he was not lame anymore, but also he walked with her through life and death.

Sienna Sullivan entered the penthouse not as a bride, but as a business transaction to pay off her family's debts. Manhattan's most ruthless billionaire, Julian Vanderbilt, expected a submissive wife, but he purchased a woman who was secretly a global fashion icon and a lethal operative. When he finally tried to lock her in a gilded cage to "protect" her, Sienna didn't just walk away-she jumped from his moving Rolls-Royce to reclaim her own crown. The arrangement was a psychological prison. Julian paraded fake heroines in her face, never realizing Sienna was the "Ghost," the soldier who had already saved his life in a war zone years ago. While she bled in the shadows to keep his empire from crumbling, he dismissed her as a mousy tutor. The humiliation was absolute as her family mocked her as a "charity case" and Julian treated her like a fragile doll. He ignored the warrior who was the true power behind his throne, choosing to prioritize his own secrets over her safety. She realized Julian didn't want a partner; he wanted a possession to hide in a vault. The discovery that he would never trust the woman beneath the mask was the final betrayal. He only loved the version of her he could control. Sienna finally chose to burn the bridge. After neutralizing an assassin in a designer gown, she tossed her wedding ring into a puddle and vanished into the night. She wasn't running from the fire; she was going back to the desert to finish the war. The Queen has left the board, and the King is coming for blood.

Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit. The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena. This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone.

For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave. The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for. In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in. "Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer." His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient. "I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now." He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure.