possessive

✿ mass release on 1st, 15th, and 30th of every month ✿ Alicia Fonell thought marriage would save her—but life with Travis Blackwood is nothing but bruises, betrayal, and silence. Trapped in a family built on greed and lies, she has only one goal: escape. Then Malachi Blackwood returns. Her husband’s older brother. Dark, dangerous, and untouchable. He swore he’d never come back to Silver Lake, but secrets and revenge drag him home. The closer Alicia gets to him, the harder it becomes to resist. Forbidden touches. Stolen glances. A temptation she knows could destroy them both. Trigger / Content Warning This story contains a morally grey male lead whose choices, actions, and desires are not always healthy or “right.” Malachi is obsessive, controlling, and dangerously possessive. If you’re looking for a gentle love story, this may not be for you. But if you crave intensity, forbidden passion, and a hero who walks the line between love and ruin—welcome.

★DARK ROMANCE★ ^WARNING 18+,^ In a world dominated by organized crime and ruthless power struggles, a tangled web of trauma, revenge, and forbidden passion unfolds. Katya Volkov, the stunning but vulnerable daughter of the Russian Mafia's feared right-hand man, has endured a childhood of unrelenting brutality and neglect. Growing up, Katya was repeatedly tormented by her father's resentment, leaving her emotionally shattered and unloved. However, Katya's life was about to take a much darker turn. Romeo Salvatore, a name that was both feared and respected, emerged from the shadows. His traumatic past has left an indelible mark on his soul, rendering him cold and detached. Seeking retribution, Romeo launches a daring invasion of the Volkov's heavily guarded estate. He captures both Katya and her abusive father, subjecting them to merciless torture. Convinced of Katya's complicity in her father's heinous crimes, Romeo executes her father and condemns Katya to a life of hellish slavery. Yet, as time passes, the boundaries between captor and captive begin to blur. Katya and Romeo find themselves inexorably drawn into a forbidden bond, igniting a fiery passion that threatens to consume them both. Torn between his thirst for revenge and his burgeoning desire for Katya, Romeo is forced to confront the darkness within himself, would he be consumed by lust, passion and possibly love or would he stay loyal with his beliefs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~This story is an enemies to lover type so don't expect all fluff and rainbows. ~Weak to strong female ~ML is ruthless, don't expect him to be a saint. ~No rape ~humours, laugher, tears and blush. ~ And lastly, this story is not for the weak hearted~

Disclaimer!!! it contains mature and dark content. And a morally grey main character. Viewer's discretion advised ‼️ You ever punch a stranger and wake up the next morning to realize he’s your new boss? Yeah. That happened. I should’ve known the night I drank and went after that jerk, the universe was about to ruin my life in style. He didn’t even flinch. Just caught my fist midair, dragged me into a private room, and told me he could destroy me… or make me beg. Guess which one he chose. His name’s Cassian Wolfe. Ex-convict. Billionaire. Walking felony in a three-piece suit. And apparently... my new Boss. Now he owns my paycheck, my body, and every goddamn thought in my head. He calls me his pet, smirks like the devil knows a secret I’m too weak to resist, and every time he touches me, I forget why I ever said no. It’s sick, really. He humiliates me, ruins me, makes me crawl, and I let him. well because I have no damn choice... or maybe I just really like it.

“Oh no… oh yes…. oh no…” When the times change from his usual routine Jayden is forced to do whatever it takes to keep his sanity But when the madness is the only way to survive what other option does he have?? Jayden Hawthorn has everything, from abundant wealth, a face worth dying for to being the heir only heir of his family. That would be great right? Wrong! What would happen when Jayden dies and he finds himself in a foreign yet familiar world where he was actually destined to be? What would happen if he bent a straight pipe?? ******************** Hi guys! Trust when I say it gets better, it’s not like I’ll actually say it does when it doesn’t. I’m open to suggestions and corrections! Chat me up on discord at mcay_precious Join our discord server https://discord.gg/Pzf52ATmQ

He is an untouchable, a billionaire CEO whose every move made headlines. Bound by a fiancée he didn’t love, he lived behind a perfect mask for the sake of the media, never letting anyone get too close. She is his employee and doesn’t believe in love anymore. When the two meet, he was impressed by her intelligence and without knowing she became his Muse, his obsession but she is reluctant to give in, not everyone bows to his power, for the first time in his life, his cold, disciplined world began to unravel…because of her. He vowed never to let her go. Will two people who have different views of love, one believing in an ideal he hasn't found, the other scarred by an ideal she tragically lost, be able to use their shared faith in what could be to build a new, less dangerous love, or will his possessive nature force her to retreat into her grief for good?

She is afraid of the darkness. He is the ruler of it. He is the darkness she fears. She is the only light he loves and crave. She is the moon. He is the dark night sky. And she is his. His darkest obsession, possession, and fixation. ISABELLA RUSSO had everything anyone could ever dream of: wealth, a loving family, and loyal friends. A perfect, peaceful life. But the peace crumbled the moment she saved a man, ignoring his warning to protect him from the darkness, not knowing that he was the DARKNESS. By the moment she realized, it was too late, as he had already set his eyes on her. Yet she prayed to never cross paths with him again, unaware that he had another plan and so did her fate. She wished to be and live happily with her loved ones. Yet it just took one day for all of Isabella's wishes and life to shatter into pieces. Death of her parents, betrayed by her best friend, drugged, she entangled with the very darkness she feared who came to save her—Isabella lost everything in just one day. With nothing left, she chose to run away with the vow to return for revenge. Five years later, she returns with the twins she never expected and with the desire and determination to take revenge. Never once did Isabella imagine the darkness, she thought had forgotten her had been waiting for her like a predator with a cage ready to ensnare his prey. NICHOLAS COSTA was the darkness. The nightmare everyone feared. The ruler of the Costa Empire and Italy. The most dangerous devil of all, the mafia king. He was the darkest night sky without a moon or light. He never needed or wanted either. Until he met her. The night she saved him; she brightened his darkness like a moon and melted his cold heart. She became his moon and his darkest obsession. Now he wanted her. He would have her, and nothing could stop him. Even if it meant burning the entire world, he would have her. His moon. [Mature Content] [The second couple is MM]

In a snowstorm, ten-year-old Aemma saves a dying girl with nothing but a scarf. She never knew that girl—Gu Liang—was the lost imperial heir. Years later, Gu Liang rises as crown princess, radiant and ruthless. Aemma, her strategist, builds a new system for women to climb the court ladder, turning herself into the sharpest blade against the old aristocracy. But power breeds obsession. Gu Liang’s love twists into possession, while Aemma’s eyes still seek freedom beyond the palace walls. At the peak of empire, Gu Liang offers not a command but a plea: “I’m not ordering you, Aemma. I’m asking you—stay. Not trapped, but free. With me.” This is a dual female lead story of palace intrigue, ambition, and slow-burn romance—where an empress and her strategist reshape history together.

Rhydric veylor’s lips brushed her ear, his voice silk wrapped in danger. “Four of us, one of you. Tell me, Athena… how long before you stop pretending you can resist?” --- What happens when a vampire mate with a werewolf? Disaster right? Athena Ashbourne has lived with secrets since she was a child, secrets of blood, visions, and a destiny she never asked for. At only eighteen, she carries the guilt of her father’s murder, a death she foresaw but was too young to prevent. Now, the gift that haunts her, the power of a Seer, marks her as different in a world where difference is dangerous. After years of bullying, Athena transfers to Gravecrest Academy, a school where humans and wolves walk the same halls… but only the wolves know the truth of who they are. It’s was meant to be a fresh start. A new beginning. Instead, it becomes the beginning of everything. Because Gravecrest doesn’t just hold human boys like her charming boyfriend, Oliver. It holds the Phantom Fours, dangerous, untouchable Alphas whose power rules the academy. They are feared. Desired. Untamed. And they are hers. Her mates. Torn between the fragile safety of her human love and the consuming bond of four lethal Alphas, Athena is thrust into a world of secrets, betrayal, and fate. Beneath the masks of power and desire lies something older, hungrier, an unfinished curse that stirs in the dark, whispering her name. Her visions grow sharper. The shadows lean closer. And every step pulls her deeper into a fate written long before she was born. Because her father’s death was only the first move. And the real game has just begun. Will Athena face the truth or run away from it? Read more to find out. Wish to chat with author? DM me on discord: thaymi_1 ────────────⋅⋅⋅⋅⊱⋅⋅⋅⋅───────── Bonus Chapter Rewards ────────────⋅⋅⋅⋅⊰⋅⋅⋅⋅───────── 20 Golden Tickets = +1 Bonus Chapter + the usual chapter 50 Golden Tickets = +1 Bonus Chapters + the usual chapter 1000 Coins Gift = +2 Bonus Chapter + the usual chapter Every bit of your support keeps the story alive. Thank you for helping me bring this world to life. Love you Muah ────────────⋅⋅⋅⋅⊱⋅⋅⋅⋅───────── Feel free to comment your thoughts! I love engaging with you, my dear readers ────────────⋅⋅⋅⋅⊰⋅⋅⋅⋅─────────

Alexander walked into the room, dressed in his royal white robe that shimmered faintly under the soft glow of the candlelight. His dark hair was slicked back neatly, revealing a face carved with precision and power — sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and lips that curved with quiet confidence. His midnight eyes, deep and commanding, scanned the room before landing on the figure sitting gracefully at the edge of the bed. Serena. Her emerald-green eyes locked with his, stealing his breath for a moment. The flickering light danced across her skin, giving her an ethereal glow. Her long ginger hair cascaded down her shoulders like streams of fire and sunlight combined, adorned with delicate golden hairpins that shimmered with every movement. She was dressed in a flowing white gown that mirrored his — simple yet enchanting, the fabric hugging her form in all the right places, making her seem like a divine vision come to life. For a brief moment, Alexander simply stared, unable to speak. Then, almost reverently, he crossed the room and knelt before her. His cold, powerful hands gently took hers — smaller, softer, trembling ever so slightly. “You look…” he paused, his voice low and rough, “…breathtaking.” Serena’s cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, her lips parting slightly as she met his gaze. “You always know what to say,” she whispered, her tone barely above a breath. He smiled faintly — that rare, almost forbidden smile that softened his usually stoic face. “Careful, Serena,” he murmured, his thumb tracing circles over her knuckles. “If you keep looking at me like that, you’ll make me lose myself.” Her eyes softened, the corner of her lips curving into a teasing smile. "Then lose yourself my king," she replied, her voice calm yet filled with unspoken desire. "lose yourself.... In me." Alexander didn't hesitate. He rose to his feet, his hands cupping her jaw as his thumb brushed against her lower lips. Their eyes met one more- predator and , darkness and light before he closed the distance between them. His lips crashed against hers, hungry and desperate, as if the world outside no longer mattered, Serena responded with equal passion, her hands tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them.

BEWARE EXTREME MATURE SCENES WITH A LOT OF SPICE!!!! Vincent Carpel, the cold-blooded king of the Blax Dynasty, was a man people whispered about. A man the world feared long before they ever saw his face. Tall, devastatingly handsome, and carved from danger itself, he carried an aura that made even seasoned criminals lower their eyes. His sharp gaze was a warning. His presence, a threat. His scar, a reminder of the night his world destroyed as he watched his father die. To the world, Vincent was untouchable. But the world didn’t know everything. They didn’t know about the trembling in his right hand that he hid behind perfectly tailored suits. They didn’t know about the nightmares that tore him awake at 3 a.m. And they certainly didn’t know that the most feared mafia boss on earth spent his nights feeding stray cats behind his marble mansion. Christy knew none of this. She was just a bright, stubborn university graduate from Korea, arriving in Italy with a suitcase full of dreams and a heart determined to make it on her own. She had no idea that fate, and her big mouth, would flip her world upside down. Their first meeting was chaos. Christy shouted at him. Vincent actually froze. And for the first time in his life, someone walked away from him without trembling. He should’ve been furious. Instead, he was intrigued. Fascinated. Completely, dangerously obsessed. Her voice followed him into boardrooms. Her face haunted his nights. Her name was a curse he couldn’t stop whispering. So when he finally found her again, working at a small company, head bowed as her boss humiliated her, something inside Vincent snapped. He didn’t confront the boss. He didn’t argue. He bought the entire company. And he made Christy the owner. Because to Vincent, she wasn’t just special. She was his. THE DEVIL OF BLAX DYNASTY is a story of obsession wrapped in devotion, of a mafia king who never knelt for anyone… until the day Christy’s life hung by a thread. ⸻ “I love you, Christy. Nothing on earth will ever stop me from loving you.” Vincent’s voice dropped, deep, raw, trembling with a truth he never gave anyone. His dark eyes locked on hers, burning hotter .. “You don’t understand what you’ve done to me,” he murmured, stepping closer. “I can’t think straight unless you’re near. If loving you is a sin, then let me drown in it. I’ve survived worse.” Christy crossed her arms stubbornly against the freezing night air. “Then stop being dramatic and go inside.” “You first.” “I won’t, Vincent. I’m fine out here. I can sleep here too.” “You must be joking.” “Watch me.” Vincent inhaled slowly. Too slowly. Then he exhaled through clenched teeth. The next second, he strode toward her, slipped an arm behind her knees, another around her waist, and swung her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. “Miss Christy,” he said in that terrifyingly calm tone, “not under my watch, honey.” She didn’t even fight. Because God… Vincent made her weak. Completely, hopelessly weak. He carried her into the mansion like she belonged nowhere else but in his arms. [18+]+++++ MUST BE 18 TO READ THIS!!! T FOR THANKS

Five heirs. One forbidden contract. And a bride who was never given a choice. When Sera Quinn turns twenty-one, the truth hits harder than any bullet— her life was promised away before she was even born. A single blood-sealed contract binds her to one of the Five Heirs who rule the city from the shadows: the mafia successor with a lethal calm, the charming political golden boy, the cold corporate prince, the silent bodyguard raised to kill, and the scholar whose quiet smile hides too many secrets. Each of them has a claim. Each of them has reasons to want her. And each of them is willing to break the world—and each other—to win the bride bound by blood. But Sera isn’t a pawn. Not anymore. If the heirs think she’ll follow the path written for her, they’re about to learn what happens when the promised bride decides to flip the entire empire instead. One contract started it. Her choice will end it.

Xie Fang is an orphan. At twenty-one, when most people are enjoying their youth, he works day and night just to make sure he can eat the next day. His life was already hard, but God seems to have no pity on him. For a long time, Xie Fang has felt something strange inside his body, as if something is sucking away his energy. Sometimes the pain is even worse than the hunger he feels after not eating for three days. He thought he will live like this until he dies.But everything changes when a small blue ball of light suddenly appears in front of him. Now, no more starving. No more working two or three part-time jobs a day. And most importantly… no more painful feeling of something draining his energy. Xie Fang 'only' needs to finish the mission, and he can finally live a peaceful life. But the first world already gives him trouble: 《First World》 Doctor:*walks into the room* Xie Fang: Doctor… are you single? Doctor:…Huh? Xiao Ba (system):HUH?! Xie Fang:*Still waiting for the answer with a shy smile*

“You want me back now, Ethan?” I laughed softly, though it sounded nothing like joy. “After your pack chained me, called me a spy, and nearly executed me? After you marked me by deceit, caged me, treated me like a slave, made me believe I was nothing—and after you almost killed me for your sacrifice?” My voice broke for a heartbeat before hardening again. “I gave you everything, Ethan—my loyalty, my trust, my heart—and what did I get in return? A dagger through it.” His eyes glistened, his voice cracking. “Soraya, please… let me make it right.” The wind shifted. The Moon’s light brushed my face like a cold touch, painting silver over the tears I refused to let fall—its glow crowning me in quiet defiance. “You can’t fix what you destroyed,” I said, my voice steady now, sharp as the edge of a blade. “You wanted to own me, Ethan. But the tide has turned.” I stepped closer, and the earth seemed to tremble beneath my bare feet. The air thickened, my power humming through it like a storm waiting to break. “I belong to no one,” I whispered— and the night bowed to my voice. Silver flames erupted, curling and dancing across my skin like living fire. It wasn’t pain—it was power, pure and ancient, claiming me as its vessel. My eyes burned with silver light, bright enough to cut through the darkness. Ethan stumbled back, his breath hitching as the weight of my power pressed against him. Slowly, his head lowered—not out of command, but from something deeper. Reverence. Guilt. Surrender. The Alpha bowed to the force he could no longer control—to the woman he could never again break. --- Once, Soraya believed in love. Once, she thought Ethan Vander—billionaire CEO and cursed heir of the Silverfang Pack—was her destiny. But love became a cage, and destiny became a curse. Ethan was born with a curse: any wolf who bonded with him was doomed to die. Yet his father, desperate to end the curse, demanded a sacrifice—his mate’s life in exchange for the curse. The blade was already chosen. Soraya had already been marked. On the night of their bonding, fate revealed its cruel truth. The Moon priestess exposed Soraya’s hidden blood—she was wolf-born, the Alpha’s daughter of Blackwood, the pack that once hunted her from birth for carrying the mark of the moon which they called a curse,and also a rival pack to Silverfang. Branded a spy, she was claimed as Ethan’s prisoner… and there, she discovered the final cruelty: She was carrying his child. But when the Moon finally answered her call, Soraya awakened. Her power rose like silver flame, divine, ancient and unstoppable. The gift once called a curse became her crown. Now, both Blackwood and Silverfang want her—one to tame her, the other to claim her. But Soraya belongs to no one. And neither Silverfang nor Blackwood was ready for what Soraya became. --- Soraya’s journey is not just one of survival, but of awakening—of a woman who refuses to be broken, of a wolf who will not be caged. This is a story of betrayal and curses, but also of love, sacrifice, and the fire of a mother who will protect her child at any cost. --- Reader’s Note: This book contains mature themes, including intense romance and occasional erotic scenes. Reader discretion is advised. If you’re ready to step into a world of forbidden love, blood oaths, and a heroine who will rise from exile to shake the foundations of two rival packs—then welcome to Alpha’s Daughter.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "I want to make a few things clear" Aldric's lips brushed passed Amelia's lips. "Touch another man, he dies. Let another man touch you, he dies." "Tell me what you want Amelia,do you want me on my knees." Amelia trembled as he said those words, Aldric looked at Amelia lips and kissed her passionately, "You are my woman, Amelia" Mine alone. A/N: This is a dark fantasy romance book. The ML is dangerous, while our dear FL is innocent and kind. Minors are restricted from reading.

[Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] --- SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Atlassian —and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

#Transmigration She died choking on instant noodles while hate-reading a trashy palace novel. Next thing she knows, she wakes up as Lady Seo-Hwa, the gorgeous, evil villainess who gets strangled to death in chapter 42 for trying to poison the pure-hearted heroine. Hell no. Armed with full knowledge of the original story, our girl burns the poison, confesses in front of the entire court while wearing funeral white, and somehow ends up standing at the cold emperor’s right hand instead of in a prison cell. Emperor Taehyun was supposed to hate her. He was supposed to love the sweet transmigrated heroine and execute Seo-Hwa without a second thought. Instead he’s obsessed. Someone still wants the villainess dead (assassins in the night, red silk cords, betrayal in every shadow), but every attempt only pulls Taehyun closer. One brush of fingers turns into secret midnight dates outside the palace walls. One protective glare turns into scorching kisses under a full moon. She came here to survive. She never planned to make the most powerful man in the empire fall first… and fall hard. Now the real mastermind behind the murder plots is moving, the heroine is panicking, the Empress Dowager is sharpening her knives, and war is coming to the border. 150 chapters of slow-burn royal romance, bloody palace intrigue, and the most satisfying role-reversal ever: A villainess who refuses to follow the script… and the dragon emperor who will burn the kingdom down before he lets anyone take her from him. Perfect for readers who want: - Enemies-to-lovers (but he falls first and harder) - “I know the plot and I’m breaking it” energy - Possessive emperor + clever queen vibes - Lots of kissing in inappropriate places Get ready to root for the villainess. This time, she wins everything.

In a world ruled by ancient bloodlines, where vampires reign and power is dictated by the color of your eyes, Selene was never meant to exist. While silver, gold, and black eyes mark noble ranks, hers burn crimson — a color cursed by history, feared by nobles, and whispered to be the bloodline of the long-dead Crimson Witch. The Council watches her every move, waiting for her to slip, to prove the prophecy true — that she is the danger they’ve always feared. But Selene isn’t interested in fitting into their fragile society. She's bold. She's dangerous. She's done playing by their rules. As palace schemes deepen, old enemies resurface, and forbidden alliances form, Selene finds herself caught in a dangerous web of power, betrayal, and forbidden desire — especially when she crosses paths with a mysterious man who should be her enemy… but might become her greatest temptation. In a world where love is deadly and power is everything, can Selene rewrite the fate written in her cursed blood — or will the Crimson Heir fall like those before her?

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.

The bell rang once and the hallway never sounded the same again. I was standing outside Lecture Hall C when someone ran past me screaming, their hands soaked in blood that wasn’t theirs. By the time security arrived, the body was gone. So was every trace of what happened. They told us it was a prank. They told us to go to class. They told us not to ask questions. But the walls of Blackridge University remember things people try to forget. That was the morning my shadow stopped behaving like it belonged to me. The morning strangers started watching me like I was already claimed. The morning I realized the world I lived in had rules written in blood—and I was breaking every one of them just by existing. This isn’t a story about becoming powerful. It’s about what happens after power notices you first.

Reina Suzuki was an overworked office worker—until she died and woke up as Lavinia Devereux, the infamous villainess princess of the Elarion Empire. She knows how this story ends: she’ll drink poison and die. A painless, easy death. So why bother changing fate? Villainy, revenge, redemption—sounds like way too much work. She decides to do absolutely nothing and let the story play out. But her terrifying father, Emperor Cassius Devereux, won’t ignore her like he’s supposed to. He watches her, questions her, and—worst of all—starts acting like he actually cares. Lavinia just wanted a quiet villainess retirement… So why does everything keep changing?