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Ruinous Love

**WARNING** This story contains scenes of extreme physical violence and psychological trauma. Reader discretion is advised. The groom walked heavily across the veranda floor. The pungent, sharp scent of wine mingled with the cold night air. Dazed and unsteady, he flung open the carved double doors with the reckless haste of a drunkard and stumbled inside. Hànyuè (汉月) sat on the edge of the bed, silent and with her head bowed. Her thin, white nightdress was visible in the dark room, lit only by the candle. Her eyes were full of sadness; she knew this union was no marriage, but a blood pact between two powerful clans. The groom cast a heavy, bleary-eyed gaze over her. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Hànyuè looked up, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. A cruel sneer played on the man’s lips as he rasped: "I still find it hard to believe that… the unattainable daughter of the Lán (嵐) clan has fallen into my hands like this. Well... such was your fate; you had better get used to it. From now on, we are husband and wife, and we have got a long, exhilarating night ahead of us!" Without a word, Hànyuè rose. With a sorrowful expression, her trembling hands reached for the ties of her robe; the soft silk slipped from her shoulders and pooled onto the floor. The groom, his eyes glinting with arrogance, reached to untie his sash when, suddenly… The quiet room was broken by the loud sound of wood breaking. The broad blade of a sword pierced through the wooden door with unrestrained violence, passing straight through the groom's spine. The bloodied tip of the blade protruded from his abdomen, stopping directly in front of Hànyuè’s terrified eyes. Pinned to the door, the groom’s eyes bulged from their sockets as his body convulsed. A stifled, rattling sound emanated from his throat. Hànyuè covered her mouth with trembling hands and staggered back in horror. A moment later, the shadow behind the door pulled the sword out with a swift, ruthless motion. A fountain of blood sprayed from the groom’s mouth, splattering the floorboards. The man’s knees gave way, and he collapsed face-first onto the ground. While drops of dark blood had splashed onto Hànyuè's skirt, she let out a loud, and piercing scream. **ABSTRACT** Prince Hēiláng (黑狼) is deeply in love with the noblewoman Hànyuè, but tough political obstacles stand in the way of them being together. In his quest to claim her, he strikes a dangerous bargain—a choice that irrevocably alters the course of their lives and unleashes consequences far more brutal than he had ever conceived.
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I Fell for My Cultivation Bestie's Husband

Many years after the era of immortal cultivation, one day someone carelessly asked the Demon Queen, “I heard that the First Lady of the Demon Realm is your dear sister-friend?” Upon hearing this, the Demon Queen's eyebrows shot up and her almond-shaped eyes widened, “Dear sister-friend my ass, she stole my man!” No sooner had she spoken these words than the exceptionally handsome man beside her slowly shifted his gaze from the book in his hands and cast her a fleeting glance, making the inquirer feel as if the temperature in the hall had suddenly dropped, and their body had plunged into an icy cavern... The Demon Queen glared at the man nonchalantly, “Did I say something wrong?” It later became known that the Demon King's wife and the Demon Queen were once close friends who became enemies over a man, a scandal that spread across all realms. Then someone with a death wish approached the First Lady of the Demon Realm, who always looked gentle and kind, and asked, “Madam, I heard that it was the Wolf Clan's Demon Queen who brought you to this realm back in the day, and that afterwards you both ventured through various realms together, facing life and death side by side as sworn sisters. But later... I heard that you and her... had a falling out over a man?” With a slight smile, the Demon King's wife gently sipped from her white porcelain teacup and said, “Did she say I stole her man?” After nodding in acknowledgment, “That is indeed the case!” The listener was taken aback, internally exclaiming, “So the rumors are true, did our Madam Wang actually have an affair with that Demon Queen?” While lost in thought, the listener heard the tea-drinker add another sentence, “But... she also stole my man after all!” The questioner's eyes widened, and their mouth gaped open. Before they could even take a breath of cool air in shock, So you two were swapping partners? At that moment, a sudden loud bang came from outside, and a voice bellowed like a mighty bell, “Boom...” “You said... who is your man?”
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