I was a noble consort trapped in the deep palace by Gu Jingjue, and the doctor said I had a short life. I was happy. But Gu Jingjue wasn't happy. He held my hand and told me to look at him again. I told him to get lost. Don't dirty my eyes!
I was a noble consort trapped in the deep palace by Gu Jingjue, and the doctor said I had a short life. I was happy. But Gu Jingjue wasn't happy. He held my hand and told me to look at him again. I told him to get lost. Don't dirty my eyes!
The emperor, Alex Todd, returned from a journey with a woman who bore a striking resemblance to his past love.
People of the entire palace rushed out to catch a glimpse.
I was curious too, but I maintained my dignity and stayed put.
I was Alex's favored concubine, ranking just below the empress and above all the other concubines.
No one in the entire palace dared to offend me.
However, Raegan Scott, Alex's new woman, seemed unaware of that. On her second day in the palace, she came to flaunt her status.
She strutted like a peacock, with expensive hairpins packed in her hair.
I looked at her carefully.
Her features were sharply defined and strikingly resembled Alex's past love.
She was much like me, as well.
"I heard you are favored by His Majesty because you resemble his beloved. I came to see for myself," she said. "Honestly, you're nothing special. From now on, who will be favored is uncertain."
She assessed me critically.
Perhaps the other women hadn't told her that I was not trifled with.
The previous night had brought a heavy snowfall, leaving everything blanketed in white.
I exhaled a warm breath and beckoned Raegan over with a gesture. "Raegan, you're right. I have a special treat for you. Come and get it."
She approached eagerly and truly believed I would give her something good.
My family had practiced martial arts for generations. Although I was a woman, I'd mastered impressive skills and could take down ten guards. So it was no challenge for me to beat Raegan.
I sprang up, seized her by the nape, twisted her arm, and pressed her face into the snow.
I let out a cold laugh. "Raegan, you seem to be simmering with unresolved anger lately. Let me help you chill out a bit. The snow is quite refreshing."
Raegan let out a startled cry, but her voice was as weak as a newborn chick. Her resistance was weak, too.
The servants got down on their knees and pleaded for me to spare Raegan.
I scolded them for turning against me.
In the end, I didn't kill Raegan.
Alex had gone through so much trouble to find such a substitute. If I ended her life, he would surely be heartbroken.
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Abandoned as a child and orphaned by murder, Kathryn swore she'd reclaim every shred of her stolen birthright. When she returned, society called her an unpolished love-child, scoffing that Evan had lost his mind to marry her. Only Evan knew the truth: the quiet woman he cradled like porcelain hid secrets enough to set the city trembling. She doubled as a legendary healer, an elusive hacker, and the royal court's favorite perfumer. At meetings, the directors groaned at the lovey-dovey couple, "Does she really have to be here?" Evan shrugged. "Happy wife, happy life." Soon her masks fell, and those who sneered bowed in awe.
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In her past life, Vivian Grant was seen as a powerless beauty trapped by the cold and ruthless Alexander Brooks. Even he believed she never loved him. But when enemies closed in, it was Vivian who sacrificed everything, including her own family, to avenge him. Now reborn, Vivian refuses to hide her strength. She's revealing her true identity, claiming her power, and rewriting her fate. No more submission, no more misunderstandings-this time, she'll take control of her life and her love. As regretful brothers beg for forgiveness and powerful enemies fall at her feet, Vivian has one goal: to rise without mercy and make the man she once loved fall for her all over again-on her terms.
Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.
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