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Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce

Anna thought her life ended the moment she saw her husband, Daniel Clafford, in the arms of her sister. She had already lost her unborn child something Daniel never even noticed and now, with her last shred of hope shattered, she decided to leave quietly. But fate was cruel. Before she could walk away, she was pushed off the balcony of the Clafford estate. Only… she didn’t die. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the day of her wedding, her sister having run away and Anna forced to take her place as the replacement bride. This time, Anna swore things would be different. No love. No expectations. No more foolish devotion to a husband who only brought her heartbreak and cold indifference. Yet something is wrong. The Daniel of this life isn’t the same man she remembers. He refuses to ignore her, refuses to let her go, and most shockingly—refuses to divorce her. “I’m telling you, Anna. Stop bringing divorce into our conversations,” Daniel warned, his voice taut. His heart ached, but seeing her unyielding expression made his resolve crumble. With trembling hands, he cupped her face and whispered: “Please… give me a chance. I promise I’ll love you right this time.” But Anna only laughed bitterly. To her, Daniel Clafford was still the same man—wicked, calculating, dangerous. He married her with a motive. And now he dared beg her to stay? Dream on, Daniel Clafford. Because this time… Anna was determined to make him taste his own medicine.
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Clues Beneath Her Skin

Joseph, the head of the Anderson family was born beneath the brilliance of the aristocracy, a man whose very name was enough to make the entire Blue Moon Pack fall silent. Talented. Disciplined. Rational. The most trusted strategic adviser of King Lycan. In the world of commerce, he was an icon. On the streets, he was a symbol of pride. Yet his illustrious reputation carried one glaring “flaw”: His wife, a simple girl from a remote countryside, with no ties to nobility or high society. Their marriage was never born from love. When he was seven, his grandfather tipsy on strong wine agreed to a marital alliance with an old acquaintance. By the time Joseph came of age, that childish promise had turned into a chain binding him. He brought her into his home simply because he could not defy the wishes of his elders. From the very beginning, he set a clear boundary: They would live like polite strangers, civil, distant, and completely separate. But life had its ways of mocking certainty. She never fought, never demanded, never asked anything of him. She lived quietly, like the shade of a gentle tree, doing small, unnoticed things each day: tidying the pens and notes he left scattered, refreshing the flowers in his office, organizing the reports he had yet to finish… A presence so soft it became impossible to ignore. One day, he found himself returning home earlier than usual. Another day, he stood outside her room longer than necessary. And on a certain evening, the man known for his austerity returned with her favorite wine without knowing why he had bought it. Just when he began growing accustomed to her presence, the government erupted in turmoil. A storm of conspiracies, treason, criminal networks… and Joseph was pulled into its center. During a covert investigation, every lead pointed toward his gentle wife waiting quietly at home. He stood beneath the porch light, its swaying glow reflecting off the ice-cold sharpness in his eyes. Just a few more steps, and he would know everything: Who she truly was. What she had been hiding. Whether she was connected to the secrets he had been chasing. He could walk in, question her, tear apart every layer of truth. But if he did… he feared he would destroy the one thing that made him want to come home each night. The faint trace of the wine she’d shared with him the night before still lingered on his tongue. Joseph closed his eyes, tightened his grip, and stepped back. Because sometimes, the most terrifying truth is not that she might be lying to him but that he might not survive knowing the answer. Update schedule: 2 chapters per day, no updates on Sundays.
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Married To The Mad Vampire Lord

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!!
Ash20 · 1.3m Views