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A marriage built on deception. A love neither expected. And a truth that could destroy them both. **** He married a stranger. She became the only truth he ever wanted. When Adrian Alaric Montrose, a duke of Langford, agrees to an arranged marriage, he expects a union of convenience, nothing more. But the quiet grace of his new wife disarms him, her warmth awakening a tenderness he never imagined. What he doesn’t know is that his duchess is not Lady Evelina Harcourt at all, but Clara Whitlow, a humble girl who traded her freedom for her mother’s life. **** She stepped into another woman’s world— and found the one man who could see her truth. Clara Whitlow never meant to deceive anyone. But when desperation forced her into a noblewoman’s place, she became the Duchess of Langford overnight. Cold halls turned warm beneath her care, and the duke who’d never known love began to fall for her kindness, her laughter, her heart. But secrets can only sleep for so long. When the truth surfaces, Clara must face the man she loves, and the ruin her love has wrought. BOOK TROPES: Arranged Marriage Marriage of Convenience (turned real love) Identity Swap / Impostor Bride Forbidden Love Class Difference Romance Hidden Identity Love Born from Deception Slow Burn Romance The Duke Falls First Found Family Redemption & Forgiveness Emotional Reveal / Secret Comes Out

[An overpowering duke who loved pretending to be weak x a cute and intelligent female supporting character] After transmigrating into a book, she found herself an arrogant and tyrannical female supporting character. Su Ye clenched her little fists. If she wanted to live, she must stay away from that evil-hearted man. In the capital, there was an extremely handsome duke who was riddled with illnesses. He set down various regulations and was very picky. No one dared to provoke him. However, this duke, who cared for no one, grabbed her by her lapels and latched himself onto her as soon as he saw her like a treasure he found. As the storm began to brew, her wish to evade all conflict was canceled as someone insisted on announcing her status to the world. One day, the sickly duke held her hand and coughed horridly. "Su Su, do you like me?" As she lapsed into momentary silence, his coughing intensified. It was as though he would cough himself to death before her if she dared reject him. She nodded hastily. "I like you. I like you very, very much." The moment she finished speaking, the mischievous duke finally settled down.

In a reality full of harmonious magic, rising tides, and sudden encounters with false prophets and dead deities, a young gaunt man has decided to isolate himself from all the chaos... and go fishing, of course. However, one can't truly keep themselves free from the tides of fate, as a sudden encounter with a monster and a crass thunder-manipulating lady thrusted him back into the chorus of the world. Pulled in by the currents, he's dragged into thrilling encounters that challenge his morals and trauma, steeling him to bear the truths of this world. Discord: https://discord.gg/PJakm7r6FP

[A Reverse Harem Fantasy Romance] "Wherever there are shadows, there has to be a light" ~ Seraphina Winters, the Mafia Queen of the 21st century, dies at the age of 28 in an assassination attempt and finds herself facing the trial that will decide her place in the afterlife, i.e. - heaven or hell. However, a weird situation occurs when her bad deeds turn out to be equal to her good deeds performed during her mortal life. To solve the situation, the Council of Afterlife offers her a chance to increase her good deeds and secure her place in heaven. As for the offer - marry the Shadow Lords and revive the cursed land of Shadow City. The council even offers her their newly created system to help her with the impossible task. Dressed in an all-black wedding gown, Seraphina finds herself outside a haunted castle in the depths of a haunted city. From here begins Seraphina's journey of handling her four very hot but dangerous husbands while bringing a very dead city back to life with the help of the system. ----- For more updates about the story, follow me on Instagram: @nightsummer20 ******* Disclaimer: The book cover is mine.

"Our empire was built on blood and steel, not rulers weakened by... love." "Then what about you? Is your heart made of blood, or of steel?" *** As the daughter of a humble deputy general, Yang Zi Hua never imagined life beyond her borderland hometown, much less one in the imperial palace. But when the emperor chooses her as consort, her ideal peaceful life morphs into one of endless schemes. Thrust into a rear palace of jealous rivals and faithless servants, Zi Hua sheds her innocence and learns to wield favour like a sword. Amidst battles fought with words and smiles, her only ally is her first love—the emperor himself, who swore his heart to her in the past. But can a monarch's word be trusted? With each vicious conspiracy unravelled and two-faced enemy confronted, doubt awakens in Zi Hua: can she rise like a phoenix without betraying her values? And who is her lover, really? The doting persona he lets her see, or a cold, heartless royal? *** Meanwhile, Li Zhen Tian faces choices of his own. Between colluding ministers, the domineering empress dowager, and threats of illegitimacy, sacrifices must be made to preserve his legacy. Order, lover, or crown. Zi Hua ignited emotions he should never have felt—will it be enough to sway his power? Love and war arise; tears and kingdoms fall. Does the ruler wear the crown, or are they a prisoner of the throne? *** Notes: Cover art from Pinterest Palace drama > political intrigue > warfare

In a kingdom where Alphas rule and the weak are treated as livestock, power is absolute—and mercy is a myth. King Alistair has never been challenged. Brilliant, ruthless, and dangerously untouchable, his dominance bends even the strongest to submission. Until the day a Prince is brought before him. Asarmose is no ordinary omega. Divine in presence and unbreakable in spirit, he does the impossible—he looks the King in the eye and does not bow. Worse still… he is unaffected by the King’s overwhelming power. Instead, a dangerous bond forms—one that ties them together in ways neither of them can control. To mock his court and keep the Prince close, Alistair names him Consort. But Asarmose refuses to play the role of a submissive. He challenges the throne. Questions the system. And begins to unravel the very foundation of a kingdom built on cruelty. As whispers of rebellion spread and the people begin to awaken, the palace turns into a battlefield of power, pride, and dangerous desire. Because the greatest threat to a king… is the one person he cannot dominate. And when truth demands blood, both ruler and rebel must decide— will they destroy each other… or remake the world together?

She was the emperor’s perfect daughter quiet, graceful, and untouched by the cruelty of the world beyond palace walls. Until the day she was given away. To secure an alliance, she is forced into marriage with a foreign prince a man of cold beauty and unreadable intentions. In his presence, she feels less like a bride… and more like something carefully chosen. But beyond the wedding vows and gilded ceremonies lies a kingdom she does not understand one ruled by ancient customs, unspoken rules, and dangerous expectations. And in Sahramir, a woman’s fate is never her own. As she struggles to survive in a court that watches her every move, she begins to realize: This marriage is only the beginning. Because in a world of silk and shadows… some cages are made of gold.

A normal man finally manages to complete his college thesis after a long and exhausting struggle, only to die in a cinema while trying to watch a war movie he found interesting, killed in a bombing carried out by a radical group. Worse still, he is reborn into a world that has been at war for years, trapped in an ongoing continental conflict. And as if that were not enough, he is reborn as a woman. However, this world possesses magic, and only certain women are capable of using it. Perhaps that part is not so bad after all. "I take back what I said earlier!" Soon enough, the nation he now belongs to prepares to launch a large-scale counteroffensive. As part of this effort, they form a newly developed airborne unit, one that integrates magic users directly into frontline operations. Disclaimer: Utilizing a First-Person POV, this story aims for a deeply immersive psychological portrayal of a soldier's mind amidst the brutality of the battlefield.

After burning out, Xinling gives up archery - the only thing that gave her joy in this world. In search of something to replace, she decides to devote herself to second-rate romance novels. And so, in light of some events, she finds herself in one of the books she recently read, but becomes not the main character or even a minor character, but the crazy princess Yang Yulan, who plays the role of an episodic comedy character. ___ At the banquet in honor of the arrival of the prince's bride: Yang Yulan loudly: I will not marry this man from Northern Bei! Empress: Yang Yulan, calm down now, you are in public! Yang Yulan: ..Because I love women! Crown Prince: "..." Female Lead: "..." Villainess:"..."

In the heart of 19th-century The Aluyi Kingdom, the death of Litunga Mulambwa shakes the kingdom to its core. Princess Kandundu watches as her brothers vie for power, the Indunas whisper their plots, and the very river that sustains their people seems to shift under the weight of ambition. As the Makololo threaten to invade, Kandundu must navigate a world of spies, betrayal, and war, fighting not only for survival but for the soul of her people. Loyalties will be tested, lives lost, and a new generation born from impossible circumstances will carry the future of the Lozi. A sweeping tale of political intrigue, courage, and forbidden love, this novel traces the rise, fall, and resilience of a kingdom—and the women who dare to shape its destiny.

In Aethelgard, magic kills you: the North pays in physical rot, the West turns to living stone, and the South burns with fever. Alexander pays in nothing. Wielding the forbidden Void, he is the only thing standing between his brother’s throne and a war that will shatter the continent, but the cost of using it isn't his life. It’s his soul.

When Rosalind follows her father to a grand banquet in the kingdom of Eryndor, she expects nothing but humiliation as her father intends to pawn her off to settle his gambling debts. Rosalind is fiercely unwilling to be controlled and is definitely unprepared for the attention of King Alaric, the kingdom’s feared tyrant whose dangerous charm and ruthless reputation make the bravest men tremble and women weak in their knees. Intrigued by her defiance, Alaric claims Rosalind as his own, and suddenly she is trapped in his castle, under the scrutiny of his watchful eyes, sinful tongue, and burning touch. Desperate to escape, she discovers a secret ally in a mysterious servant, one whose true identity shocks her and forces her to question everything she thought was real, with the fact that her father hadn't been in debt at all but had handed her to the malicious king with evil intentions. Rosalind finds herself caught between two men: the controlling, prideful king who desires her completely, and the enigmatic servant who sees her as more than a prize. In a palace where deception is law and freedom is impossible, can Rosalind survive and who will truly claim her heart?

The sickly heiress of the Rashet Clan died. Then her ghost watched the man she loved burn the empire down. Her family. Her servants. The emperor. Everyone. Now she's awake. The day before her murder. Her tea is poisoned. Her brother is still alive. And the man who would become a tyrant is coming to her manor tomorrow. He doesn't know she saw what he becomes. He just takes her wrist. Checks her pulse. And whispers— "You've become a liar, Nyasia." They say the Grand Duke of Varyn wants a wife. They say the emperor wants him to marry a princess. But Nyasia knows what he really wants. And this time, she's not dying before she gets what she wants too. ............ Completely free. No paywalls. Ever.

Eva's Pov— "Eyan…" my voice trembled, the words barely escaping my lips. "Are you… Kyel?" He smiled faintly, the warmth I once knew gone from his eyes. "Looks like you found out," he said, his tone light, almost mocking. "Finally. Now I don't have to play this tedious game anymore." My heart thudded painfully. "What are you saying?" He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. "That's right," he whispered, his voice low and sharp. "I am Kyel..." The word cut through me like a blade. My breath hitched. "No… no, you're lying. You're not my Kyel....you are not my husband." He leaned closer, his eyes cruel. "Then how do I know about the mole just below your right shoulder blade? The one only your husband would ever see?" I froze. He was telling the truth. My lips trembled. "Why… why did you lie to me, Eyan?" "Your Majesty," he snapped suddenly. I blinked. "W-what?" "You are not allowed to call me by name," he said coldly. "Call me what I am. Your Majesty." Tears burned my eyes. "Kyel… please, tell me why. If there's a reason—" "No," he interrupted. "There was no reason." My heart twisted painfully. "What?" "I lied because I wanted to," he said flatly. "I had no reason. And I owe you no explanation." I stared at him in disbelief. "But I'm your wife—" He laughed bitterly. "No. You're not my wife. You're just a woman I shared my bed with." My tears finally fell. "You said you loved me…" His voice turned to ice. "It was all a lie. I—Eyan Lucien Therald—never loved you. Not once." The world spun around me. He turned away, pulled open a drawer, and thrust a parchment toward me. "Sign this." My fingers shook as I took it. "What… is this?" "Divorce papers," he said coldly. "I've already signed. All that's left is your signature." "Divorce…" I whispered, my voice breaking. "Once you sign, we're done," he said. "You'll leave Velmoria and never return." Tears blurred my vision. "What about… our child that I'm carrying?" I stepped closer, my voice shaking. "Don't tell me you don't care about our child, too." He turned. "No. I don't." My heart stopped. "You… don't care?" "You were the one who wanted a child. I never did. But I gave you one. Isn't that enough?" I shook my head, sobbing. "Please, stop… please." "Now sign the papers," he said coldly. "Take the child with you and get out of Velmoria. Never show me that face again." "No. I won't." His voice thundered through the room. "Guards!" The door burst open. "Yes, Your Majesty?" "Take her out of this room," he ordered without looking at me. "Throw her out of the palace—and make sure she never steps foot inside again." I screamed, struggling against the guards' grip. "Eyan! Please—listen to me! Don't do this!" But he didn't turn around. Not once. As the doors slammed shut behind me, I looked at him one last time— and the love I always saw in his eyes… was no longer there. --------------------------------------------------------

Arshdeep Singh wasn’t normal. While others wasted time on trends and distractions, he spent his days buried in history—especially one era he could never let go of: The rise of the Sikh Empire. He studied it. Broke it down. Obsessively thought about what went wrong. And more importantly—how it could have been different. Technology. Administration. Military reform. In his mind, he had already rebuilt it a hundred times. But it was all useless. Just history. Until he woke up inside it. Now living as Nau Nihal Singh, heir to an empire on the edge, Arshdeep finds himself in the exact moment he had spent years thinking about. A powerful state. A fragile future. And a collapse that, in his original world, was inevitable. Except now— He isn’t just studying it. He’s inside it. Armed with modern knowledge of technology, governance, and warfare, along with an almost obsessive understanding of where everything goes wrong, Arshdeep is determined to do what history failed to achieve. Not just survive. Not just rule. But rebuild the empire into something that cannot fall. Because this time— He refuses to let it end the same way.

In a world that looks no different from ours, something unseen waits beneath the surface. When the ordinary shatters in a single night, Mayo is forced into a reality ruled by shadows, power, and secrets that were never meant to be uncovered. Strength is not given. It is taken. And every step forward demands a price. As mysteries unravel and enemies rise from places both human and monstrous, Mayo must choose what kind of hero he will become. The kind who protects the light… or the one who learns to command the darkness. Some shadows do not belong to this world. And some heroes are born from them.

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.

At the dawn of the thirteenth century, the Mongol tribes were rising from the vast grasslands, forging an empire that would soon shake the foundations of the world. As Genghis Khan prepared for his western expedition, a modern traveler found himself inexplicably transported into this turbulent era. Caught between survival and opportunity, he faced an impossible decision. Should he flee to the Southern Song Dynasty, hoping to resist the unstoppable Mongol advance? Or remain within the Mongol Empire itself, navigating the dangerous currents of power and ambition? History had shown that the mightiest empires often fell not from external enemies, but from fractures within. Determined to survive — and perhaps reshape history — he chose the most dangerous path. To stand beside the conqueror of the world. But before he could influence the future… He first had to convince Genghis Khan that he was worth keeping alive. (This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.)

Trent Sullivan wakes as a seventeen-year-old Ezio Auditore in 1476 Florence, finding his soul fused with a hybrid Isu-fragment consciousness interface. This living ledger tracks his achievements to unlock muscle memory and latent Isu technology while he works to rewrite the Auditore tragedy. Racing against a ticking quest timer, he must use modern strategic thinking to evacuate his family and survive a city filled with Templar informants.