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...This country is on the right path," he said, his voice carrying across the hall. "And with this young Princess, we have a clear future. But we also need a competent King. And so — the wedding will be held." The room nodded in agreement. I froze. My eyes cut sharply to my father. He was already looking at me — wearing a smile I had never seen before. Foreign. Practiced. Political. "She will be married," he said calmly, "on her eighteenth birthday. To the third Prince of Britain." The words hit me like cold water. "What nonsense." The words left my mouth before I could stop them. "It's not possible. Dad, you told me I could—" But his expression didn't change. And that was when I understood. This had already been decided. Long before today. Long before this room. I was simply the last to know. I walked out before the ceremony ended. I didn't want to see their faces — not my father's satisfaction, not my mother's guilt, not the strangers who had just traded my future over a conference table. Back in my room, Matilda, my maid, entered quietly. "I'm sorry, my princess. Your parents are outside waiting. They want to see you — you should let them in." "Go away." My voice was steady. Controlled. "I don't want to talk to them. They betrayed me. And I'm powerless to stop them." Matilda hesitated for a moment, then nodded with understanding. She stepped outside and I heard her speak politely to my parents. "She can't talk to you right now. She's very sorry." I heard my mother sigh. Good. My other maid tried to console me. I stared at the ceiling until her words became background noise and sleep finally pulled me under. I dreamed of an outstretched hand and a voice saying "I'll love you forever" — and then cold water hit my face. "Wake up, miss. You have lessons to take." I sat up slowly. The events of yesterday flooded back in full colour. Fresh tears burned behind my eyes but I refused them. I pressed them down, deep and hard, until they disappeared. I have to be strong, I told myself. That is the only way to go through this and survive. The lessons were dreadful. How to walk as a wife. How to speak as a wife. How to sit, smile, defer, and disappear as a wife. I sat through every session with my jaw tight and my hands folded, learning a language I despised — and I was a linguist. Language was my birthright, my gift, my weapon. But this language? This quiet submission? It sat in my mouth like ash. My father visited one afternoon, his apology rehearsed and hollow. "Baby girl, how are the lessons? I'm sorry, but I tried my best to stop this — just manage. You could always divorce when we get the alliance." I laughed. Hard. Until my stomach hurt. "Dad — no offence, but I never knew you were a comedian. I didn't want to get married in the first place, so just leave me and stop apologising." My smile vanished the moment he left. I got back to my studies. Days turned into months. On my eighteenth birthday, I stood before the mirror again. This time the gown was white — royal, majestic, and beautiful in a way that made me furious. It would have been the most stunning thing I had ever worn, if I wasn't being forced to wear it. I picked up the scissors. I cut slowly at first — deliberate, precise — removing sections of the skirt in jagged lines. Then I found the red paint. Then the black. I poured both across the fabric and stepped back to look at what I had made. It felt like the first honest thing I had done in months. My maids saw but knew better than to stop me. I walked down the aisle in it — late, unhurried, with not a single trace of royalty in my steps. Let them stare. Let them whisper. I was done performing.

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.

With a stepmother comes a stepfather—but for Loretta, the cruelest truth was this: her own mother treated her worse than either. “You will marry in your sister’s place,” her mother declared, her voice cold and final. Loretta’s breath caught. “Why? Isabella is the one who caused all this. Why must I pay for her mistakes?” Because the man waiting for her was no ordinary groom. Everyone knew Kevin Goodman was cursed. Two wives—both dead within a week. A fiancée—gone before the engagement day had even ended. To be tied to him was to walk willingly into the jaws of death. Yet, bound by his grandfather’s will, Kevin needed a wife… and an heir. He was the rightful successor to a vast empire—the kind of man women once dreamed of marrying. But now? What was wealth… when it came with a death sentence?

Her first time carrying out a system mission was to win the heart of Xie Jinbai. To teach him to understand love and affection, Cui Lingyao married him. After two full years of marriage, she finally completed the mission and chose to leave the world, but the system informed her that Xie Jinbai's Love Value was full, passively triggering a one-year cool-down period. Thus, Cui Lingyao was forced to stay for a 'cool-down' of one year. But within this year, despite his Love Value being at maximum, Xie Jinbai actually decided to marry a concubine. He taught himself the heartlessness and fickleness of the men of the era. Cui Lingyao watched the new woman enter the household. Watched him place another woman on a high pedestal. Watched him indulge that woman in humiliating her in public. Until his last ounce of remorse was also exhausted. In a drowning incident, she died a clean and decisive death. Her final glance before death. In the bone-chilling lake water, the ever-calm and rational man lost his composure for the first time, rushing toward her like a madman, holding her with bloodshot eyes, his entire body trembling violently. — She had thought everything was over, that they would never cross paths again. Unexpectedly, three years later, the system came to her once again. Asking her if she wanted to accept another mission…

Three years ago— Georgia Thorne had just been accepted into Portmire University, and just as she was looking forward to her future life, a bolt of lightning shattered all her beautiful dreams...

When Han Jing, a hitwoman with special abilities, transmigrated into the nasty and arrogant Lady Han, she used her privilege to be domineering to the max!! Her fiancé despised her and provoked her repeatedly so she broke off the engagement! She then got married to her fiancé’s uncle while pregnant so she could mock her fiancé and make him call her 'aunt'! Since she died in her lifetime because she fell into someone’s trap, she would allow no one to change her destiny anymore, not even god! She would destroy anyone who attempted to tear her down! She would put everyone under her heel and live according to her wishes! However, can anyone please tell her whose baby is in her belly?!

She was schemed against by her twin sister and got involved with that mysterious CEO she couldn't afford to provoke and couldn't avoid. After marriage, he indulged her to an outrageous and lawless extent. She wanted a divorce, and he pursued her domineeringly.

Introducing the new story "Return to '81: The Struggle of the Eldest Sister" – a heartwarming pampering tale, a tale of marital love, a tale of a woman's self-empowerment. That year, Ning Yunxi willingly married. On the day she took her vows, everyone around doubted the union, and her family declared, she shouldn't expect to receive a single penny from home. Her husband was an orphan with a bunch of little radish head siblings? No one believed her soldier husband would one day become a high-ranking official, no one imagined her Second Uncle would become a great scientist, and no one conceived that her young aunt would be a future superstar, let alone that the fourth child would be a natural-born tycoon. But truly, one day, all the futures Ning Yunxi saw came to fruition. Today, she has married a poor soldier and has become the sister-in-law in the military; raising the children of soldiers without fear, convinced she's betting not just on one potential stock, but on a multitude of leading stocks – with her newly acquired special abilities, she becomes a super teacher for the people! ----------------------------------------------------- All along, she had been recognized by the Wen Family as the least promising daughter, unremarkable in appearance and unnoticed, still unable to marry at the ripe age of twenty-nine. He, the son of a military family, born with privileges, deliberately concealed his identity at the matchmaking banquet, posing as an ordinary man. When they married, people sneered, "A pair of worn-out shoes matched with a bankrupt family, just perfect." Then one day, the gold buried in the sand shone with an immense brilliance...

(Han Yue's new story has been released, a different story but equally brilliant, "Contracted Honey Love: Pampered Wife's Insufficient Love". Everyone is welcome to read!) It is often said that getting involved with a CEO is like finding treasure, but for Qin Yin, it has only brought hardship.

Eighteen years ago, she saved his life. Eighteen years later, he gave his heart to her. He asked her if she was willing to be sexually abstinent for the rest of her life, yet he kept her busy day and night. To the public, he’s sexual impotent, but only she knows how sexually passionate he is. In his special way, he let the entire world that she was his one and only!Eighteen years ago, she saved his life. Eighteen years later, he gave his heart to her. He asked her if she was willing to be sexually abstinent for the rest of her life, yet he kept her busy day and night. To the public, he’s sexual impotent, but only she knows how sexually passionate he is. In his special way, he let the entire world that she was his one and only!

[Completed] "Husband, I want..." "What do you want?" "I want..." Before she could finish, Chi Zao Zao lunged at him. In her eyes, this man, whom outsiders see as cold, arrogant, and ruthlessly decisive, belonged entirely to her. So, every night, she could torture him in all kinds of ways. He is the President of Tian Yu Group, cold-hearted, indifferent to women, but he is completely at her mercy. Forced into marriage, then pressured into having children after marriage, one child is not enough, so they had another one. Finally, Mr. Ye couldn't stand it anymore, "Chi Zao Zao, now that we have a son, am I useless in your eyes?" Mrs. Ye chuckled, "No, you're not. Tonight, I'll make sure you're put to good use. Hurry up and get cleaned up, we're having another one." "...." Mr. Ye was left speechless with exasperation.

This marks my debut novel, delving into the intertwining love story between an elite family scion and a commoner's daughter. It portrays the journey from acquaintance to affection, culminating in marriage, only to be tested by the intrusion of a third party, leading to an inevitable separation and the arduous pursuit of reconciliation by the scion. The male lead is a strikingly handsome man, born into wealth with a lineage of affluent forebears. Conversely, his mother toils in a lowly job, viewed unfavorably by society. His wife hails from a humble background, subjected to relentless schemes by her mother-in-law, nearly driven from her home. Despite facing countless obstacles, the love between the male and female leads endures. Their romance unfolds amidst trials and tribulations, ultimately transcending hardship and enduring across lifetimes.

[New Release: The Heaven-Sent Little Cutie: Superstar God, Endless Pampering] Sold into a wealthy family by her father, she married a rich young man with a severe illness. For five years, she tended to her bedridden husband, handling everything from eating and drinking to relieving himself. One day, she shockingly discovered that her supposedly dying husband, Yecen, was exercising in the dead of night. "Didn't the doctor say you were about to die?" The man wrapped his arms around her slim waist, with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "What? Do you wish that much for your husband to pass away?" With that, he sealed her lips with a kiss! My goodness, what kind of sickly young master is this? His physical strength is even greater than that of nine bulls!

Jane Sampson always felt weak in the knees, timid, and frightened whenever she saw James Black before her rebirth. James Black asked, "When will you give me a child?" Jane Sampson replied, "When I become a movie star." Later, Jane Sampson became the youngest star to win two prestigious awards in history. A reporter asked, "What is the secret to your success, Ms. Sampson?" Jane Sampson covered her face and said, "It's still James Black." Before her rebirth, Jane Sampson wanted to divorce James Black. But in the end, they both died together. Even after her rebirth, Jane Sampson still wanted to divorce James Black. However, they still weren't divorced even after they grew old and gray.

A marriage contract lasting three years, a marriage in name only, as if they were strangers. To provide for her child, she went out to work in a large corporation, only to find her boss was actually her contract husband... "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I chose the company because the salary was high enough." The man flipped through the resume in his hand and asked casually, “Why did you take a year off from university when you were 19?” “I, when I was a freshman... something happened in my family.” “Is that so? Then why do you have a scar on your lower abdomen?” “I had appendectomy...” His gaze was inscrutable. ...... After a three-year marriage, she signed the divorce agreement with a heavy heart. She turned and walked away with dignity and poise, like a splash of light ink. But why did this man keep pursuing her?

Ms. Scott used to have a terrible reputation, and nobody wanted to marry her. She had no choice but to find herself a temporary husband. They agreed this was only an act, but why did this man follow her around all day long? "Honey, it's too cold tonight. I want to hold you while we sleep..." After getting married, Ms. Scott was no longer bullied. In fact, the tables had turned. Those who bullied her had no choice but to apologize to her for what they did in the past. Just as she sighed in relief and was prepared to get a divorce, he pulled her into his arms. "Honey, who else bullied you in the past? I'll deal with them. You can do whatever you want. I'll always support you. Don't worry. "Hmm. I guess the divorce isn't going to work out. There was also a child who wrapped his arms around her legs and called her Mommy. Could anybody tell her when she gave birth to a child?

**Mature Content** Eilika Wolanski is the eldest daughter of one of Varos’ most respected merchants, but respect has never brought her kindness. A childhood accident left a scar across her cheek, and with it, a cruel label she can never escape. The “Unwanted Woman” of Varos. Mocked in public, pitied in private, and treated like a blemish to be hidden, Eilika grows up learning one painful truth, beauty matters more than character in high society. So when an unexpected marriage proposal arrives from the powerful House of Kingsley, no one believes it is real. The groom is Damian Van Kingsley, the widowed duke of Varos, feared for his cold temperament and admired for his unmatched looks and wealth. Rumors follow him like shadows. He has a secret mistress, a broken heart drowned in alcohol, and worst of all… A son he barely acknowledges. For Eilika, marrying Damian isn’t a dream. It’s the only option left for survival. Damian, once the kingdom’s most desirable nobleman, has been nothing but a hollow man since the death of his first wife. He has abandoned his responsibilities, pushed away his child, and lived with one vow burning in his chest. He will never replace his first wife. To force him back into duty, his mother arranges a second marriage, one he never asked for, and one he refuses to accept. Damian swears he will never touch her , will never look at her and will never treat her as his wife. But Eilika isn’t the greedy noblewoman he expected. She doesn’t ask for his affection. She doesn’t crave his title. She doesn’t even want his love. What Eilika wants… is something far more dangerous. A family. And perhaps that is the very thing Damian has been starving for all along. ~~~~ “This bed will remain cold until your last breath.” Damian’s voice boomed through the dark chamber. Eilika didn’t flinch at his words. Instead she replied gracefully, “I don’t seek love, Duke. You can visit your secret mistress every night… Just don’t come near me.” This marriage was never meant to become real, until the Duke's heart begins to betray its own rules.

Gianna Michaels, a passionate fashion design student, is set to marry Xavier Castillo, the enigmatic billionaire, as part of a long standing family arrangement. However, Gianna's parents, who aren't who she thinks they are, are set out for far more than the benefits of the arranged marriage. What would happen when the truth finally comes out? Would these two people find love in this arranged relationship and overcome all the odds or the villains are going to win this time just like they did all those years ago?

I just had to end up being the heiress to a multimillion dollar company. Basically an aristocracy with the way people talk about them. Royalty, if you would. Turns out I'm the long lost heiress of the Walmer group and ever since then... My nice peaceful life had been turned upside down. WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO MARRY THE OIL TYCOON'S SON?! I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE GUY!

Jasmine is the first daughter of the great Alpha Bale. Because of her status as a bastard child, she lives a life maltreated scrubbing floors and attending to the needs of her father, step mother, step siblings and the entire pack. But her life makes a drastic turn when she is switched in place for her father’s legitimate daughter to be married off to the Handsome and Cold hearted Alpha Xaden. Xaden is determined to punish Jasmine for the sins of her father who had massacred his entire family, even though she is nothing like her father. Hate slowly turns to desire, fierce passion and finally love. But what happens when Xaden discovers that Jasmine, was planted as a spy to bring his downfall and was not in fact the original princess he was promised to? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Let this be a lesson to everyone. Royal or not, Alpha or Omega," He declares. "You will steer clear of what is mine. In my own territory. In my pack." With that, he tosses the bloodied arm aside and takes Jasmine away from their shocked gaze.