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I spent seven years overly devoted to Jonathan, so much so that his friends called me pathetic. Yet, he got together with my sister. To keep me from interfering in their relationship, my parents sent me off to a self-improvement camp. I conformed to their expectations, but they couldn't handle it.

I've been with Kyle for six years, and for those six years, I've also taken care of his dog. But tonight, when I took the dog out for a walk, it suddenly and excitedly ran over to Kyle's ex-girlfriend, leaping into her arms. I didn't have time to react before it yanked me to the ground. I lost the baby. On the way to the hospital, I suddenly saw everything in a new light. A dog with a different master will never truly become yours, no matter how much you care for it. The same goes for people. When I got home, I told Kyle I wanted a divorce. He frowned in disbelief, asking, "You're ending our marriage because of a dog?" "Yes, just because of a dog."

Upon discovering that my son's biological father was my wife's "first love," I left behind the divorce papers and walked away. Before leaving, I commented on their family photo on social media, "Wishing you three a long and happy life. I'm stepping aside for you." The next moment, my wife called me. "I've told you the truth. Why are you still causing trouble? Does it truly matter if he's your biological son?" I replied with a cold laugh, "Now that you're no longer my wife, it naturally doesn't matter anymore." But she became anxious.

After my fiancée helped her male best friend have a child through artificial insemination, I left behind the divorce papers and walked away. Before I left, I commented under their group photo on her social media: "Make sure you sign the divorce papers. Wishing you all a happy family." A minute later, she called me, "Can you stop being unreasonable? He doesn't like women, so what's wrong with me helping him have a child?" I laughed coldly and said, "That's why I'm getting out of the way, so you can find someone who won't be unreasonable." But she started to panic.

Six months after I died during childbirth, my husband came looking for me, demanding I terminate the pregnancy so I could donate my bone marrow to his idealized love. I was the only match. My mother told him, "My daughter has already passed away." With a face full of disdain, my husband retorted, "I ignored for six months and now she's throwing a tantrum, even faking her death! Pass this message to her. Even if she gives birth, I won't spare her a glance! If she doesn't come forward to donate bone marrow within three days, don't blame me for cutting off your medical expenses!" What he didn't know was that after my death, my mother had already given up on her cancer treatment. She held on just to see his remorse at my grave.

On the day I was sentenced to death, my parents were busy organizing a press conference to announce that their adopted son, Cary, would be the new heir to the company. My sister and Cary were engaged, officially integrating him into the family's inner circle. Meanwhile, I, who had exposed Cary's ambitious schemes, was cast out, branded as the ungrateful outcast who betrayed her own kin. After a second chance at life, I no longer yearned for their love. I chose to live solely for myself.

After my second chance at life, I took the initiative to sever all possible ties with Rhett. When he chose to live in the east of the city, I bought a house in the west, putting a whole town between us. On the rare occasion he brought the child to my house for a meal, I would lock myself in my room and pretend to be sick, refusing to see him. When I heard he had volunteered to transfer to our area to work at the factory, I immediately submitted my resignation letter that very night. Seizing the opportunities of the economic boom, I headed south. In my previous life, I had loved him for forty years, and for forty years, he had belittled me. He constantly compared me to his unattainable ideal, blaming me for ruining his dream of becoming a factory director. Even as I lay dying, he shamelessly planned his wedding with his perfect fantasy. My stepson, whom I had raised with care, was busy helping with the wedding preparations, abandoning me to face death alone. Having lived through such a failed life once, I swore I would never endure it again.

At the business dinner, my husband Aidan's business partner asked him in German, "Your mistress is two months pregnant. What are you planning to do?" Aidan smiled slightly, attentively serving me wine and food. He then replied in German, "My wife doesn't like children. I'll have Tatiana give birth and then take the child abroad to raise, just to continue the family line." I sipped my red wine, but tears quietly slipped down my cheeks. Aidan looked a bit flustered, "Why are you crying?" I forced a smile and explained, "This red wine is a bit overwhelming, it's making my eyes uncomfortable." But the wine was smooth and not very strong; the tears were because I understood German.

As she left the medical facility, Blaine finally decided to let go of her feelings for Stefan completely. The trash bin was filled with discarded tissues, symbolizing a small life that had ended before it even began. Blaine did not cry; instead, she calmly returned her aunt's call. "Aunt, I've been accepted into the graduate program at the university. I'll be heading there in a month to complete my enrollment, and I'd love to move abroad to live with you." On the other end of the line, her aunt's voice was overwhelmed with joy "That's wonderful, Blaine! Our family can finally be together again. You should talk to the Stefan properly, though. After all, his family raised you like their own daughter for so many years. And Stefan has taken such good care of you all these years..."

The day before the wedding, the luxurious wedding dress my husband had ordered arrived. As I gently touched my slightly rounded belly, I asked him for a divorce. Archie's secretary called, tearfully explaining, "Ma'am, it's all my fault for not understanding your preference. Please, don't take it out on Archie." Archie's soothing voice came through the phone, leaving me with nothing but a warning. "Don't say I didn't warn you." I packed my bags and left with determination.

In my previous life, on the day my sister and I were selecting partners from the snake clan, I rescued the distressed Dragon Crown Prince. In gratitude, upon returning to his clan, the Dragon Prince immediately made me his dragon consort. A year later, I hatched a golden egg, giving birth to a dragon child. The prince was overjoyed and, on the day of his coronation, he declared me the Dragon Queen, gaining the respect of all clans. My sister chose to marry a strong wild bear, only to become the least favored wife among them. Her jealousy towards me drove her mad, and during a snake clan celebration, she pushed me off a cliff, leading to my tragic death. When I opened my eyes again, it was the day we were to choose mates, and I saw my sister running towards the direction where the Dragon Prince was in distress. I realized she had been reborn too. However, she did not know that while saving the Dragon Prince was straightforward, bearing a dragon child was a near impossible feat.

My husband, the judge, still didn't know that I was lying cold and stiff in the morgue. After a night of drinking, he lazily sent me a voice message, "Where did you disappear to? I've won the case, and tonight, I'll celebrate with you." Seeing I didn't reply immediately, he sent two more messages, "Not answering me? What's with the act?" "Just because I didn't help you with your case, you're holding a grudge?" I still didn't respond. Frustrated, he blocked me. It wasn't until the third day, when he hadn't heard from me, that he thought to check the hospital. There, he ran into a nurse. When the nurse recognized him, she scoffed. "What? Just now remembering to look for your wife who died on the operating table?" My husband stopped in his tracks, staring at the nurse in disbelief. "What did you say? Who died?" The nurse gave him a look that seemed to question his intelligence. "Your wife, of course. I really don't know how you were her husband. She had kidney failure, and you still made her donate a kidney. You were just asking for her life." Upon hearing this, he completely lost it, desperately trying to reach me. "Alright, I won't yell at you anymore. Just say something, okay?" "Don't do this to me, I'll go crazy!" "Where on earth did you go?" "You're joking with me, right?" "Please, just reply." But my phone would never connect again. We were meant to live happily ever after, but as a judge, he decided to save his beloved, who was suffering from kidney disease, by unilaterally deciding to give her one of my kidneys. I explained to him that I had kidney failure and that another transplant would surely kill me. But he roared at me with disdain, "She was so gravely ill, you're still here, jealous and fighting for attention! Do you have a heart at all?" Under his forceful decision, I was sent to the hospital for the transplant. In the end, my condition worsened, and I died tragically in a deserted corner of the hospital.

My son's kindergarten was hosting a parent-child event. I made a special effort to attend, only to witness him holding the hand of my husband's secretary and saying, "Mom, I wish our family could stay together like this forever." Watching the three of them embrace happily, I was overwhelmed with a sense of weariness. Later, I filed for divorce and chose to spend fifteen years teaching in a rural area. If I couldn't find happiness at home, perhaps I could help others find theirs.

Derek's mistress was causing trouble again. He slid the divorce papers in front of me. "Just sign it for appearances and to keep everyone content." I clutched the hem of my dress, nodding silently. Then, I swiftly signed my name. As I was leaving, I overheard his brother teasing, "Your wife is so easygoing. Is there anything she won't do if you ask?" Derek took a graceful sip of his fine wine. "Wanna bet on it?" They wagered that in twenty days, at the city hall, no matter how teary-eyed I got, I would obediently complete the divorce proceedings. When the marriage certificate was exchanged for a divorce certificate, I held my phone tightly and calmly replied to the message I had just received, "After all this, will you marry me?" "Yes."

My mother kept a notebook of grievances. On one side, it listed the costs of raising me, while on the other, it recorded all my acts of defiance against her. In her notebook, I had all sorts of names. Burden, ungrateful wretch, ungrateful daughter... She hoped for my repayment, yet at the same time, she wished I were dead. Eventually, I did die. I left her with a hollow shell, my heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys all hollowed out, along with a bank card holding eight hundred thousand. "Mother, I've given you back everything, my money and my life. Does this make you happy?"

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.

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.

At my best friend's birthday party, I drank tainted wine and passed out. When I woke up, I heard the doctor say it could cause severe nerve damage. I teased my fiancé Cayden Hewitt, asking who I was and where I was. He hesitated, staring at me, then called my rival Liam Hewitt. "You're Julia. He's your fiancé. You're getting married soon." I froze, thinking he was joking too. My best friend, Vivian Green, slipped her arm through Cayden's, looking every bit like a couple in love. Eventually, I was about to marry Liam. But Cayden, with eyes red from emotion, stood in front of the car to stop it, pleading, "Julia, don't marry him. I've realized I can't let you go."

Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins-a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. "It's time to reveal your true identity, darling."

Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer-until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken... and now belongs to her sister. A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor. To survive it, Savannah brings a date-her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who's always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy. Until fake kisses start to feel real. Now Savannah's torn between keeping up the act... or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.

I always wanted a big brother. Someone to love and protect me. So, when he did come home that day with daddy, I was the happiest. But little did I know my new brother was a monster. A psychopath any sane human should avoid. I needed saving from him. But what do I do when the one person that was supposed to save me from my brother was actually him? ****** Her whole life, Rali has always craved to be loved by the right man. To give her virginity to someone deserving who would cherish her forever. But what happens when she gets stuck with the 'wrong' man? And worst of it, her big brother? How does she run from a man who controls the world? And what does she do when secrets from her past come out to hunt her? PLEASE NOTE: This book is an extremely DARK romance with explicit scenes. The male character is the kind of villain you want to avoid. He does things that might be unacceptable. Please take note before you dive into this extraordinary journey.

In the eighteen years of her life, Brianna had endured relentless abuse from her family, living in constant fear. One fateful day, two dignified figures approached her and revealed a shocking truth: she was their long-lost daughter, heiress to the wealthiest family in the city-the Owens. Desperate for love and acceptance, Brianna hoped to escape her past. Instead, she fell victim to Cassie, a cunning impostor who manipulated their parents against her while feigning distress. Rather than forging a connection with her real family, Brianna found herself betrayed and isolated. When a car accident left Brianna in a vegetative state, she found herself able to listen to everything around her, though unable to respond. Bitterly, she realized her parents didn't care for her; they visited just once. A month later, Cassie visited, disconnecting the ventilator before leaning in to whisper coldly, "Goodbye, my dear sister. You shouldn't have come back. You are meant for that despicable, wretched family." Somehow, fate granted Brianna a second chance. Reborn and fueled by rage, she vowed to make everyone who had wronged her pay dearly. This time, she would seize the life that had been stolen from her.

Life in the Blake family was a nightmare for Crystal. Despite being married to Christian Blake, the powerful CEO, for three years, she couldn't conceive, becoming the target of endless scorn and humiliation. When Crystal finally found out about Christian affair with his mistress, Ilda, the woman he'd chosen over her, her heart shattered. But just when she thought things couldn't get worse, she found herself carrying Christian's child in secret. However, as Christian prepares to marry Ilda, a shocking truth emerges- the child she was carrying was not his. What will happen when Christian realizes the woman he betrayed and cast aside had his heir all along? Will he regret his choices, or has he already lost everything, including Crystal's love?

My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend. From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down." That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny. But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded. I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said." Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off." My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers. I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal. Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing. As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury. In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho." How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me? Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault? Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred? I would not be his victim. Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done. I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties. This was not an escape; this was my rebirth. Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.

Three years in a loveless marriage with Leo Cox, Mona thought she could win his heart with her unwavering devotion, but Leo showed no love or concern towards her. Eventually she got tired, filed for divorce and left after founding out Leo was cheating on her- but she was already pregnant for him. Leo assumed Mona was merely playing hard to get-after all, he bet she'd be back, begging for reconciliation. But no one saw it coming; after the divorce, Mona transformed into a confident woman and Leo is stunned by her transformation. Now, Leo is drowning in regret, desperately chasing after Mona-but by this time, it was already too late. He started contemplating every day, wondering if breaking a leg or going bankrupt would be enough to capture her attention.