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Chosen by the gods as their maiden of Light, Orielle was chosen to fulfil a prophecy that would save the kingdoms. But her betrothal to the cursed king of Eldoria unravels secrets the gods never spoke of, whispers twisting truths with lies—prophecies that may not be what they seem. Is her fate set in stone, or can she find another way?

After her twin sister elopes with her lover to avoid her betrothal, Giselle has no choice but to marry the ruler of Montegnera and King of the Wolves, King Fabio Castille, as a substitute bride. There's one small problem though. It is hate at first sight and, by some cruel twist of fate, Fabio turns out to be her soulmate. Of course it doesn't help that the King is still in love with her sister and is determined to keep desperately searching for her. But try as he might, he can't ignore the tension and bond between them, a tension so raw it keeps pulling him to her room every night... Can Fabio put aside his past feelings and accept his soul mate in spite of the betrayal? Can Giselle sacrifice her hatred for Fabio to secure a good match and protect her family's name from shame? Or will she accept the King's rejection and lose her soulmate forever? It wouldn't be easy for the new royal couple but one thing remains certain: only by learning to love each other would they be able to survive the dangers that threaten the peace of the kingdom. ** "Well, what are you waiting for? Get on the bed.." Giselle flinched but something rooted her on the spot. His chest was already bare, smooth yet solid muscle. She found herself having a hard time looking at him and focused on his lips instead. "This isn't about you," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "This is for the court. For my bloodline. I'll be gentle with you, don't worry, but don't mistake my gentleness for anything more." His lips brushed her collarbone. His hands were steady, his touch precise. A part of her wanted to push him away, but another part—the bond—ached at his nearness. Her skin prickled, her pulse surging. He took two steps forward and Giselle mirrored him by moving back on instinct. When his strong, calloused fingers trailed down her thighs, she threw her head back with a quiet moan. He stopped suddenly and she bit back a whimper, trembling nervously. Fabio traced her skin, his touch feather-light yet it felt like fire lit up within her. He pulled her thighs apart and she trembled, a tinge of fear dousing her arousal. "Have you done this before?" He asked plainly. Their eyes met and she shook her head. Surprise danced across his eyes but his expressionless face hid it well. He proceeded to slip his fingers where it ached the most, drawing a sharp gasp from her. "Your Majesty, I-" "Just relax," He said, not lovingly or anything but enough that Giselle's body seemed to follow his instructions, "Breathe and let go." He pushed his fingers into her in one full stride and this time she couldn't contain her moans. That intense bubble of pleasure bloomed within her, pulling tighter and tighter the more he pumped inside her. To his credit, he seemed concentrated on the job at hand, the muscles on his forearm working faster. Then, still inside her, he curved his middle fingers, hitting a spot she didn't even know existed. Giselle came apart. "Oo-ooh, oh my-" her thighs shook and she almost sobbed at the feeling. Fabio withdrew his fingers and it took everything not to chase after it. He shrugged off his shirt and tie, unbuckling his belt with an urgency that made that telltale pressure well up in her lower regions again. With long, black hair falling over his face, it was no surprise that she found him handsome, because he was. The bond sparked, pulling Giselle toward him like a string and she was on her knees before she knew what she was doing, her hands in his. "W-what are you doing?" she hesitated and Fabio grabbed her by the wrists, hoisting her up to face him. "Don't fucking do that, I don't need anything from you. Just let me fuck you and leave." He released her and she fell back on the bed, stunned silent. ** The ultimate enemies-to-lovers troupe with sizzling romance, dazzling royalty and fantasy. Fabio would do anything to push Giselle away and punish her for 'deceiving' her way to the throne but for how long?

The marriage life Autumn has tried so hard to protect by hiding it behind her idol life on stage is on the verge of being destroyed as her husband Liam Anderson , who is also a world-class celebrity admitted having a relationship with an actress on live television , making her wonder if her love is worth to protect. The secrets , the past - all come crushing down on her , not to mention the struggles of her group members and her family is now making her question everything she has worked for her whole life .....can she keep up with what life has for her ahead ?

All she wanted was to save her brother. And all he wanted was a child. He bought her, bound to a contract to give him a child and disappear from his life afterwards, but what hit her like a storm was love... falling for the masked monster who bought her body. Andrew Sterling hated greedy women, and every woman he'd contracted to bear his child, heir to the Sterling Enterprises, had been just that. When Anne, his third contracted surrogate, showed up, he saw her as the very same type of woman until she peeled open his stone-cold heart. What ties them next isn't just a baby contract, but an unexpected marriage formulated by Andrew's grandfather. But a man who has always despised marriage will never be tied down, not even by his contracted surrogate, because the minute she gave him the child he needed, he would send her out of his life. But when the tables turn on him... He says to her, "With a husband as rich as me, right now you're the wealthiest woman alive." "We're only married till I give birth," she retorted. He frowns at that, feeling internally displeased. "It doesn't matter how long we're married for. From now on, everything I own is yours. If you want heaven and earth, I'll buy it for you. My wife will never be found lacking a single fucking thing." She stared at him in disbelief. When did he start feeling something for her? He couldn't remember.

A voice whispers. And then another, and another. Little voices seem insignificant. Whispers build to murmur, murmur into chatter, chatter to noise. The little waves of noise collide and create a ravaging storm at the shore. This is precisely how human interactions, starting with individual actions, can have a profound impact. Small actions have a profound impact on an individual and their society. And from there, it passes to generations, leading to the reshaping of history. In essence, one's upbringing influences their decisions, which transcend time. The effects, like ripples, are passed down to future generations. Something else also transcends time. Owen was asked a question that puzzled him: "What else transcends time?" He never knew. His firm belief in the impact of individual actions was the only answer he'd gained from experience. He searched for the answer but couldn't find any other. Just when he thought he'd lost hope, he stumbled upon the answer – what transcends through time.

“Please, let me touch you,” his voice breaks, pleading. I laugh, overwhelmed by the irony of the situation. Because the very man who persecuted me so much is now the one reduced to nothing before me. His hair is a mess, eyes baggy with dark circles that note the sleepless nights. Those eyes once only reflected hatred for me, but now they’re begging desperately. “Why won’t you just let me come to you? Why does that bastard have to be near you all he wants but I’m not given any moment to even smell you?!!” His rage is laced with pain, his voice filled with bitterness and evident fear. Fear of losing me. “Why?” I ask. My voice is low, but steady. “Why should I let the man who’s abused me for so long come anywhere near me? Why should I give the man who’s watched his family and everyone humiliate me every moment of my life a chance?” My eyes burn with rage, tears welling up as I think back to the countless torture I had to endure. “Tell me why I should come back to the man who’s questioned my dignity and let another woman take my place!!!” “No, Lei, no,” his voice shakes, quiet as though every word costs him. The sound of his voice is barely audible, like it is drowning in regrets too heavy to undo. He draws near, hands trembling with eyes wide with guilt and regret. “It’s all over now. Sign the divorce papers if you still have a bit of a conscience left inside.” His quivering face turns tight with anger. “Why? So you can run off to those good for nothing goons who leer lustfully at you?!” His voice lowers, but remain steady and stern. “I will never let you go, Lei. Never!” I smile. “Well then, get ready to live double the misery you put me through.” •••••••• Leiara Rhys, the sole heiress to the Rhys Development, has always faced life head-on with one motto: “If it isn’t death, how bad can it be?” When she’s forced into an arranged marriage with Colson Hayes, heir to a rival company, she braces herself like always, determined to bury the fear, the pain, the grief deep inside. But nothing prepares her for the cold hatred in her husband’s eyes. A hatred rooted in a grudge she doesn’t understand. As Colson quietly vows to ruin her, Leiara becomes a pawn trapped between two powerful families and impossible expectations. Abused and subjected to all sorts of violence by her husband, family and his lover, Leiara’s carefully guarded heart begins to fracture. After all, the human heart isn’t a diamond that cannot break, nor a barrel that cannot overflow. When Leiara discovers that she isn’t the main character in this marriage but merely the mistress, the world she built on pain begins to crack. Forced to coexist with the main character, the true focus of her husband’s affection, she must remain in the background as she always has. But just when she’s ready to stop hoping and let go, something utterly unexpected happens. The very man whose eyes once reflected only her mistakes and imperfections now holds a tenderness and longing she doesn’t know how to trust. A boundless love she cannot seem to fully explore. And for Leiara, the irony of it all is just too cruel, yet too breaking to ignore.

Get your snacks, get comfy, cancel your plans!!! This book will set your emotions on fire and you’re going to love every second of it. YES... I’m my own official hype girl! Don’t forget to drop a review after reading the first two chapters, and make sure to check out my other novels too! Hugs and kisses to all my loyal readers, I love you so much. May your lives be filled with endless happiness! (If you’re not my reader, no hugs and kisses for you. But if you want to be my reader, join in and claim your hugs and kisses! Yayy!!) *** Everyone thought Grant was a broke, useless son-in-law living off his wife’s family. They mocked him. Humiliated him. Treated him like trash. But they were wrong. Behind that quiet smile is a man with unimaginable power… the wealthy young master of the prominent Morgan family. But Grant was never the leech they thought he was. He was simply repaying a debt to Daisy’s father—three years of marriage and silent protection. Yet the James family never saw his worth and instead made his life unbearable in every possible way. Daisy James never loved her husband. She pitied him at best… until she started to see the man behind the mask. The way he protected her when no one else would. The quiet strength in his eyes. The secrets he carried alone. Now Daisy’s heart is betraying her. She’s falling for the man everyone calls useless, only to discover he’s the most dangerous man of all. During his time in the James family, Grant uncovers a buried secret tied to his past, one that could destroy everything he’s vowed to protect. And when Grant’s true identity is revealed, Daisy will have to decide: stand by the man she’s only just begun to love… or watch the James family’s darkest secrets consume them both.

Crystal Foster wakes up in a stranger’s mansion, wearing someone else’s face, being called “Mommy” by a child she doesn’t know. The last thing she remembers? Her husband, Hyland Rilley disconnecting the only thing keeping her dad alive and stabbing her to death. But now she’s in the body of Sylvia Byrne...wealthy, unstable, and very much hated. Everyone thinks she’s losing her mind again. Her new “husband” wants a divorce. His business partner is watching her like a hawk, waiting to marry her own husband. And Hyland? He’s still out there, still dangerous, and still thinks she’s dead. But Crystal didn’t get a second chance at life just to play nice. She’s about to expose every lie, protect the child she never asked for but loves fiercely and burn everything that tried to break her. And just when she thinks she’s completely alone, Martin starts to change. The man who once looked through her now starts looking at her. Watching her, Caring for her. He doesn't call her Sylvia anymore, he calls her his. But in a house full of secrets and betrayal… can love be real, or just another lie waiting to break her?

In a world where scent determines status and love is bound by hierarchy, Charles “Cece” Mor-Ray, a notorious yet captivating male omega, finds himself trapped in a gilded cage. To save his declining family’s name, Cece is forced into a political marriage with Liam Amburdale, an Alpha heir still haunted by the memory of his lost first love. To society, Cece is the perfect omega spouse—outwardly—by all means, beautiful, high fertility, and from a decently high social status. But beneath the silk and smiles, his heart beats for another: Dave González, Liam’s stoic and fiercely loyal beta bodyguard. Betas aren’t supposed to feel the pull of pheromones, much less sense an omega’s heat—but Dave does. Against all natural order, Cece’s scent calls to him like home, and Dave’s quiet devotion awakens something in Cece he thought he’d lost long ago—safety, warmth, and genuine affection. As weeks turn into months, Cece and Dave’s forbidden intimacy deepens, hidden behind the mansion’s closed doors and the shadow of Liam’s lingering guilt. But Dave isn’t what he seems. There’s something off about how he reacts to Cece—something raw and animalistic beneath his beta façade. When old secrets about phenomenon mutations and suppressed dominance resurface, the delicate balance of their lives threatens to shatter. Now, Cece must navigate a world where love defies biology, loyalty becomes treason, and scent itself may rewrite destiny. Will he cling to the obligation of the contract he signed, or surrender to the one man who smells like freedom?

PS: FL isn’t a pushover In her previous life, Marissa Austen and her sister, Ashlyn Austen were forced to choose between two men―Derek Thompson. The Grand Duke of Denver. He’s the cold, unfeeling older brother and Carlos Thompson. The bastard son of the Thompsons. He’s the charming, magnetic younger brother. Ashlyn chose Derek, convinced it was her path to luxury. But when she found her husband forever absent and unloving, whispers of his infidelity spread and was eventually thrown out of the duchy, envy consumed her. Meanwhile, Marissa’s husband was rising in power, day by day closing the gap with his brother and finally gaining the title of the Grand Duke. Blinded by jealousy, Ashlyn dragged them both to their deaths. When Marissa opened her eyes, she was back on the day their wedding carriages were arriving at the church’s courtyard. This time, Ashlyn insisted she switch carriage with Marissa. Her intention: To take the younger brother. But she never knew the truth: every of his achievements were because of Marissa, and he was not what he seemed. And Marissa was only too glad to claim the older brother as her own. What does fate have in store for the two sisters?

His lips hovered near her ear, his voice a dark whisper against her skin. "You may fear me, little bride, but I will teach your body to crave me… to need me, until I am all you ever want." --- Belle was never meant to be the bride. But when her parents cried to her about how her beautiful sister could not be married to such a man, she was forced to take her sister’s place. To prevent war between the two worlds of humans and vampires, the kings decided to sign a peace treaty with a marriage, but the only man they could offer for this marriage was a vampire said to be mad and completely heartless. When they said heartless, they meant really heartless, but Belle, being a naive girl her whole life, had no idea what she was stepping into by agreeing to this marriage. At first, he appeared innocent, a man completely opposite to all the rumors around him, until she slowly began to realize every single thing said about the mad vampire was true, or perhaps even worse! He was a man who walked in the path of darkness. He knew no light and showed no mercy, even to those who were not his enemies. He had no heart to love, no emotions but dark ones to feel for anything or anyone. But all of a sudden, when he set his eyes on her, he decided he wanted to keep her, and Belle's naive world began to take a different turn because the mad vampire was hellbent on tainting her innocent soul. Expect "Now, can we forget this happened and enjoy the night?" He arched an amused brow at her, making Belle's heart drop to her stomach as she recalled the so-called wedding night. She hurriedly pulled away from him, her face flaming with embarrassment. From everything she had heard about this night, she was not ready to experience it with this man. The women whispering about it in Mr. Marchant's shop had said one would hate their husband's presence after it and be disgusted by the act. It was not an act meant for pleasure for any woman but torture. Now that she realized her husband would do the same with her, she swallowed hard and nervously clutched her dress. "I...I am not feeling well, My Lord, I—" "Rohan," he cut her off with a tone of amusement. "Use my name when you address me, sweetheart. You looked quite energetic when you tried to go after the ring for someone who isn't feeling well, but," he sighed softly, "I've always been a generous man. I won't let you stress yourself tonight." Belle began to sigh in relief and smile in her mind that he wouldn't push her for the wedding night ceremony. She was even about to part her lips and agree that he was indeed generous and even offer him a thank you when he continued to speak, causing the momentary relief to be replaced by dread. "I will pamper you tonight, and you won’t have to lift a hand. I will give you all the pleasure since you are feeling unwell. Take it as the first lesson in my plan to make you forget love and welcome lust." "...!" "Lie on the bed for me, Isa." Belle felt her throat go dry at that strict command. "I...I..." She began but could not find any words to say to make him spare her tonight. What had she got herself into? Belle thought as a pit seemed to form in her stomach, a deep, gnawing dread. "Do you need me to carry you to the bed, or would you rather walk there yourself?" Rohan questioned with dark mirth in his voice and eyes as he watched her like a hawk. He could tell she was nervous, but what to do? She had brought herself into his world. Belle began to walk slowly to the bed at a snail’s pace, as if delaying it would help prevent the dreadful act from happening tonight. She could feel him following closely behind her. When she reached the bed, she used her shaky hands to move the drapes aside and carefully sat at the edge of it, her hands folded nervously on her lap. She felt his piercing gaze on her, but she dared not look up at him. "Lie down," he ordered softly. MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE!!

Lucas Arden lost the woman he loved because he trusted the wrong person—his secretary, whose lies poisoned his heart against Lyra Ashford. A day before their wedding, he left for an “urgent business”, deciding to postpone their marriage without even asking her, believing she would wait for his return. To Lyra, that was the final wound. She ended the relationship, refusing to be the only one fighting for their love. But fate had other plans. To save her family from humiliation, Lyra agreed to marry the man her family chose—Rowan Pierce, her unexpected savior... and Lucas’s greatest rival. ++++++++++++++++++ [Excerpt of Chapter 01] Lyra struggling to catch her breath as she gave the driver the directions. Tears slipped down her cheeks, and she quickly wiped them away with a trembling hand. She failed to notice another passenger sitting in the front of her. The man simply raised a finger—a silent gesture instructing the driver to do exactly as she said. The cab lurched forward, speeding away into the night, while the man's lips curled into a cold, amused smile as he watched his long-time rival fling his jacket to the ground in frustration. Rowan Pierce, a man in a suit, sat quietly as Lyra's soft sobs filled the cab, drifting through the air like a mournful song. He said nothing, having already witnessed the scene unfold. Lyra gazed out the window, hoped the passing cityscape might ease the weight on her chest. Every part of her loved him, yet that same love was what broke her heart when things went wrong. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, and the urge to scream clawed at her throat—but then she remembered she was still in the cab. So she punched the seat in front of her as hard as she could, treating it like a makeshift punching bag. Rowan didn't feel much from the blow, but he did raise a brow—apparently, his seat had just become her therapist.

CONTENT WARNING: /This novel contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised./ --- She ran from the devil who raised her… And married the one who wore a crown. After her parents’ tragic death, Lydia Andreyevna’s life became a nightmare. Stripped of her name, inheritance, and freedom by her uncle—Lord Alexander—she was treated like property and promised to a Count four times her age. Desperate to escape, she fled into the cold night… and straight into blood. A stranger. Wounded. Beautiful. Terrifying. She should’ve left him. But she didn’t. She touched him once—and fate branded her forever. Her uncle caught her the next morning. Her escape failed. But when she begged Queen Olga for protection, the Queen offered her a deadly bargain: Marry the masked Grand Duke of Zolotaria. The king’s hunting dog. The butcher of the East. The devil in a crown. The man feared by kings. The heir to the throne. The same man she once saved. Ivan Romanov. They say he bathes in blood. That he kills without blinking. That he conquered kingdoms with a smile behind a mask. That no one sees his face—and lives. Some call him the devil. Others call him Death’s favorite son. But behind the mask is the same man she found dying in the dark. The same voice that haunted her dreams. The same hands she once held. Now, he’s her husband. Her jailer. Her obsession. She doesn’t know if she’s his prisoner, or his weakness. Cold and untouchable, Ivan doesn’t share his bed. Doesn’t share his secrets. But she sees it—the hunger in his eyes. The pain in his silence. The way he looks at her like she’s the only thing keeping his demons at bay. She should fear him. She should hate him. But the moment she dares to take off his mask… it’s already too late. Because Ivan wants her—her fire, her body, her heart. And in his world, what he wants, he keeps. Even if it means burning down the kingdom. She thought she was running from hell. She ended up in his bed. And the most dangerous thing of all? She doesn’t want to leave. ___________________________________ Just a Heads-Up: The spicy stuff doesn't happen right away. It begins from chapter 28. This story takes its time setting the mood and building the connection first—trust the slow burn!

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.

To the world, Princess Ilaria of Caelwyn is a bride of duty. To her heart, she is a woman desperately chasing the love of the husband who will not look her way. All she ever wanted was for him to care; for him to turn his gaze toward her with the same fervor she carried in her heart. No matter how many times he pushed her away, no matter how cold the silence between them became, she never gave up. Not once did she allow herself to see him as someone unworthy of her love. To her, he was always worth it. And when love at last took root, when it bloomed against every storm that tried to tear them apart; when two hearts finally found each other and dared to beat as one...fate, as cruel and merciless as it is, reminded them that there were forces even love could never conquer. --EXCERPT-- Levan pressed his lips to her temple, his lips trembling as though the kiss itself might shatter him. One hand cradled her face with the kind of gentleness he had never shown anyone, while the other threaded weakly through her hair, trying futilely to soothe the sobs wracking his wife's body. His breath break unevenly, his eyes were shut tight, as if by closing them he could pretend this moment would never come. As if the world might let them stay this way forever. As if the reality of it all could be discarded just so that they could live however they wanted. He let his mouth fall against her cheek and linger there, tasting the salt of her tears as though they were his own. He did not move for a long while...because if this sorrow was the final piece of her he was allowed to carry, he wanted to etch it into his very soul. He wanted to remember the way she shook in his arms. He wanted to remember the sound of her muffled cries. He wanted to remember the warmth of her skin pressed so desperately against him. He wanted to remember her as his wife; his beloved. "Live, my love," he whispered, his voice raw and breaking, the words choking out of him like a prayer he could barely force past his throat. He buried his face against her hair so she would not see the tears spilling freely down his cheeks. "Even if it's far from me…live." --×-- >> Tags: [soft comfort • fluff • slow-paced *very* • angst • sweet • romance • slow burn • comedy • fantasy] >> Here if you like SLOW BURN angsty romance. >> Main conflict starts wayyy later. >> Word count per chapter: 1.5k ~ 2.3k

Everything was going on well until the night before her wedding, Lin Shuyin’s fairytale life suddenly crumbled from her fiancé's call, dragging her to reality... Her fiancé abandons her for her stepsister, her father and stepmother escape, abandoning her to fend off the reporters and media, and by morning, she’s framed for her grandmother’s murder. Thrown into a cruel underground prison, she dies beaten and broken. But death is only the beginning. An ancient soul awakens within her, a woman who spent a century trapped in a lab, experimented on, and injected with beast blood. When her soul awakens, the weak and naive Shuyin is gone. In her place rises someone colder, sharper… unstoppable. Then comes Lu Yuze, her ex-fiancé’s uncle, a man wrapped in secrets and power. He saves her from the abyss, but not for free. His price? Her blood, and her bone marrow… to save his dying daughter. The only thing Lu Shuyin wanted was revenge, and asked for a contract marriage, and money, these were the most important things to survive out there... In a world where betrayal runs deep, love becomes the most dangerous experiment of all. She’s no longer the victim. She’s the revenge they never saw coming.

#Sweetnormal kids #Sweet fast-paced novel with little misunderstandings. Her life was lost to a man she thought would love and free her from all the miseries she went through. She was a groomed assassin from a young age and a total orphan without a family; after loving and completing missions for this man, she loses her life to the same man who takes her life away, depriving her of any chance to be alive! But miraculously, her soul gets transmigrated to another girl of the same world as her. But this time, she gets a perfect man as her husband. She gets to be a mother of three beautiful babies who were triplets! Author: What do you think about this life? It's a second chance, Tang Fei... Tang Fei; "It's my first time being a mom, but I will learn. After all, I was infertile in my previous life, so this is a bonus!" Author; What about the man? "It's okay, I can learn how to be a good wife; after all, it's my first time to be married and be a wife; nothing is difficult, so long as he loves and pampers me! And probably cry below his arms, who knows!" Author; What about my past life? "Of course, that man has to call me Sixth Auntie, and I will be an elder to him; how hilarious, right? But I still will avenge my past life, they don't deserve to live a good life through my sweat!"

Xu Yunying transmigrated into her favorite novel straight into the body of the low-ranked daughter destined to live in her sister’s shadow. In the story, her second sister was supposed to marry the male lead and enjoy a perfect life. But Xu Yunying knew the plot… and stole him first. After all, how could she let such an evil person live a good life. Now the entire family despises her, her sister seethes with rage, and society calls her a homewrecker. But Xu Yunying smiles. With her knowledge of the story and her boldness to defy it, she will rise from the forgotten daughter to the extraordinary wife no one can ignore. Excerpt Her grandmother’s voice shook with fury. “Shameless girl! You’ve ruined the family’s reputation!” The elders glared, the servants whispered, and her father slammed his cane against the floor. “Yunying, apologize to your sister at once!” But Xu Yunying only laughed softly, the sound light as jade chimes. She rose slowly, her gaze calm yet cutting. “Reputation?” Her lips curved. “The moment I married him, I became the family’s greatest honor. With him by my side, I am the family’s reputation.” The hall fell silent.

“You look like a cursed, weak, and forgotten son of Drakonia.” Ero gasped audibly. “My lady!” He moved to speak again, but Ashen raised a hand and stopped him. “Coming from someone who can’t see,” Ashen said dryly, “don’t you think that’s quite the overestimation?” Lumina smiled, then moved closer to him. Ashen stiffened at her action. She shouldn't have known exactly where he stood, yet her steps brought her directly before him. “I am blind,” she said quietly, “but I am not weak or stupid. Let’s make a deal.” Ashen’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of deal?” “Two years,” she said, her voice unwavering. “You help me find the one person who can restore my sight… and in return, I will help you gain recognition in this realm.” ******** Blinded, by her late mother so as to protect her from the evil ones, she lives the life of an outcast and is underestimated. Princess Lumina hides dangerous secrets behind her calm grace. In the shadows of court betrayal, she’s forced to outwit her enemies, even if it's her own family. While across the realm, Ashen, the cursed prince of Drakonis, drinks to forget a life of disdain and is also known as the weak one. But when a mysterious girl brushes past him, unseen something inside him awakens. A heartbeat that isn’t his, it’s the first time this is happening, he wants her and he must get her.

At 27, Clara Torres is one of the top prosecutors in the DA's office. She is beautiful, brilliant, and unstoppable in the courtroom. But beneath the sharp suits and flawless arguments lies a past too heavy to carry. Years ago, she made one reckless choice. One unforgettable night with her high school rival, the dangerously charming Ethan Ashford, and nothing has ever been the same. She has tried to bury the memory and it's consequences, but some secrets refuse to stay hidden. Now Ethan is back, determined to claim her heart no matter the cost. But Clara's walls are high, and the shadows of their shared past are too dark. Will he break her walls, or will the secrets she guards destroy them both?