Sure! Here's the translation into English: "Upon graduation, I became unemployed and ended up in a desperate situation!!! A billionaire surprisingly has his eyes on me, the 'princess,' wanting to marry me? My mother, driven by greed, demands an exorbitant bride price from her son-in-law, inadvertently putting 'Qingqing' in peril? At the wedding, I killed my own husband? The ex-wife, in a plot to seize the family fortune, schemes to murder her former husband? What causes everyone to rush into their doom one after another? Fame...? Wealth...? The world is bustling, all for the pursuit of fame; the world is chaotic, all for the pursuit of profit. Step into my story to witness genuine emotions and experience the myriad facets of life."
My name was Alexandra Jenkins, and I used to work as a nightclub hostess whose company was for sale to anyone willing to pay the right price.
My descent into this line of work wasn't by choice; it was out of desperation to cover my mother's medical bills.
Normally, my life would have followed a predictable path: spending my youth amidst the flashing lights of the nightclub, catering to customers, and living for the next paycheck. When age eventually caught up with me, I would marry a simple, dependable man and fade into obscurity.
Many of my older colleagues had walked this road before me, their stories serving as my grim roadmap.
But my story took an unexpected turn. I hooked a wealthy man, a true "golden ticket," and in a blink, I went from a struggling nobody to a future socialite.
My friends doubted my story, thinking I was making it up. Truth be told, sometimes I thought so too. But in just a few days, I would be walking down the aisle.
I would no longer endure endless rounds of drinks, or endure lecherous patrons. Instead, I was on the verge of stepping into a dream life-living in a mansion, indulging in fine dining, free from the need to work, and spending money without a care, like something straight out of a fairy tale!
In the days leading up to the wedding, many brides spend time with their families to relax and prepare.
For me, though, that wasn't possible-my mother had passed away, leaving our home empty and silent.
Eric Burton, ever the caring fiancé, invited me to stay at his villa instead. But I declined.
I chose to return to the now-empty house I once shared with my mother.
I believed, perhaps foolishly, that in some way, my mother would watch over me from above as I stepped into my new life.
That illusion was shattered the night before the wedding when an unexpected guest knocked on my door.
The visitor was Katarina Berry, though most people simply called her Kat. I had known her for two years while working at the nightclub. During that time, we had been close, like sisters. However, after I left that world, our communication had dwindled.
I hadn't invited anyone from my nightclub days to the wedding, so why had Kat suddenly shown up at my door?
I politely asked her why she had come. Kat's red lips curved slightly as she spoke the words that would destroy my world.
"Your mother's death was caused by Eric."
My head spun as a wave of dizziness swept over me. My legs nearly buckled, unable to support the weight of her revelation.
Kat's expression twisted into a strange, almost satisfied smile. She leaned close to my ear and began whispering in a low voice, revealing truths I wasn't ready to hear.
...
The following day, the wedding proceeded as planned.
The church was serene, with the soft strains of a classical piece filling the space, setting a reverent yet celebratory mood.
I walked forward in a pristine white gown, clutching a bouquet of roses that symbolized Eric's supposed love for me.
The carpet stretched before me, leading to the altar. Above, a large screen displayed a live broadcast of the ceremony, capturing every moment.
As I walked, I couldn't help but lift my eyes to the screen.
There I was, walking down the aisle toward the altar, with Eric waiting for me at the end.
He looked impeccable in his deep navy suit, exuding an air of refinement and warmth. His gaze was kind, tender, just as it had been on every day we'd spent together.
A faint, bitter smile crossed my lips. Slowly, I reached into the bouquet and drew out a gleaming, razor-sharp knife. In one swift motion, I plunged it into Eric's chest.
Blood sprayed from the wound, staining the white gloves I wore.
Eric's eyes widened in sheer horror, disbelief etched across his face.
"Alexandra, why..."
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I gripped the knife with both hands, slashing wildly in his direction. My vision blurred, but I continued.
The pristine white gown soaked up the crimson spray, each splatter blooming like blood-red blossoms on a field of snow.
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Caught in a web of betrayal, Nicole's life shatters in a single evening when her mother-in-law, Veronica, sets her up in an elaborate scheme. Blindsided, Nicole faces her husband Taylor's cold rage as he casts her out of his life and home, accusing her of infidelity and theft. As she tries to defend herself, her best friend, Sarah, adds another blow by denying their loyalty. "Please, Taylor, you have to believe me!" Nicole pleads, her voice breaking, but his icy response is a dagger to her heart. "I don't hate you, Nicole," he sneers. "I despise you." When Nicole reveals she's pregnant, she hopes for compassion, but it only fuels Veronica's determination to rid the family of her. After signing the divorce papers, a dejected Nicole wanders alone, where a brutal attack leaves her bleeding, helpless, and desperate to protect her unborn child. Six years later, Nicole returns from the ashes to inflict seven times the pains upon those who humiliated her and left her to die. "I'll make them pay so dearly that they'd regret ever been born!" She declares. This is a story of romance and revenge you don't want to miss!
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?