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"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.

Jua Gu peered at the young man struggling to climb out of a deadly pit. "Do you need my help? I'll climb down and assist you," he gestured from atop the cliff. "I don't need your help!" the young protagonist shouted, gritting his teeth. "Really?" Jua Gu blankly gazed down at him. "Really, I can do it on my own..." the next second, the young man tumbled down from the great height, falling to his death. "For God's sake!" Jua Gu howled. "This is the tenth time he has died! Why won't he accept my help?" He quickly rewound time until the young man was hanging for his life. This time as well, the young man gritted his teeth and shouted that he didn't need his help. "But I need you alive, buddy!" Jua Gu climbed down and grabbed him by the waist. "The world depends on it, and for God's sake, if you die again, I will kill myself." The young protagonist's eyes shone brightly. "You love me so much that you can't live without me?" He hugged Jua Gu's waist tightly. Jua Gu raised a brow. "No." The young man smirked mysteriously. "It's okay to love me." "No, I don't!" "Because I love you too." "You misunderstood!" Jua Gu, panting, gazed at the lunatic. "Why does every single protagonist think I love them?!" "Because you're lovable," the young protagonist grinned widely.

Book Description Clare has died twice within the walls of the Westwond estate. In two past lives, she devoted herself to a ruthless Duke whose dangerous obsession was never meant for her. Chasing him cost Clare everything-her dignity, her family, and ultimately, her life. Now granted a third chance, Clare chooses a different path. She will no longer pursue the Duke or remain bound to Westwond. This time, she intends to live for herself. But fate no longer follows what she remembers. The Duke behaves differently and events began to shift. And when Clare attempts to leave the estate, she is unexpectedly stopped. Denied freedom she never had to fight for before, Clare is forced to confront a truth more frightening than her past lives: fate itself has changed.

After a simple extraction mission, Kenneth makes a dire mistake that wipes out his entire team. Left alone and bleeding out, Kenneth has no choice but to pray to a higher being in hopes of getting a second chance at life. Luckily for him, his prayers are answered as he finds himself in the body of a man who has the same name as him! Now, faced with a strange world he is unfamiliar with, all he can do is follow the previous owners' wishes to enter the infamous military academy Toleran and become a renowned Anchor. The problem is finding a Striker to pair with. In comes Lucien Saint-James, the captain of the third division and a high-class Striker with whom he has the highest compatibility. The problem is, whenever Lucien is around, he gets this uncontrollable urge to bring him to his knees, not to mention that he doesn’t care for his arrogant attitude either. Now, Kenneth faces a dilemma. If he ever hopes to make it out of this academy alive and realize the dreams of the original Kenneth, he will have to suck up his pride and learn to hide his urges if he wants to make it out in one piece. Oh, and did he mention he had to deal with monsters and mystical beasts too?! ****************************************** Excerpt: “Kiss me.” Kenneth blinked. “What—“ “You heard me. Do it. Now.” Anger flashed in his eyes yet his body moved before his brain could tell him to stop. He reached for the Striker and their lips met. Kenneth poured his energy into Lucien, filling the barren pit inside his mind, giving him enough juice to keep going. The two pulled away, and Lucien’s steely eyes met his, holding him in place. “You always look like you hate anchoring me, but then you get that blissful look on your face that screams ‘I want more’. It’s cute.” Kenneth felt an unbearable urge to slap the smug smile off his face. But since now wasn’t the time to commit acts of violence against his pair. He held himself back. He would deal with him properly later. “Eat shit, captain.” Was all he said before sending him off. ****** A guideverse story with a little twist, hot and cold romance with a whole lot of slow burn (emphasis on burn because the MC refuses to admit his feelings, the stubborn fool). TW: Trauma, survival’s guilt, and violence

...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.

Follow the story of Tianlian Liu Shu, a tree who didn't know anything at first and struggles to survive and extend her roots through the cosmos. The World she lives in is filled with fantastic sights and strange new cultures, and there is something everybody in this World has: A system. Moreover, even while she is a tree, she has people who will fawn over her...? "Tiantian, does the Sun feel good on your leaves today?" "Liu Liu, I've found this delicious compost made of natural extract~." "Tian'er, does the wind feel good on your branches?" Tianlian Liu Shu, a female tree, didn't really know what to do with these fawning women. patreon.com/Mortrexo Uploading also on Scribblehub. Uploading also on Wattpad. Uploading also on Archive Of Our Own. Uploading also on Royal Road. Uploading on Fenrirealm Discord-> https://discord.gg/NJN2GcgRwb Novel Cover: patreon.com/posts/ascension-of-97475506

"Lost in Flames, Found in Dark" Some love stories don’t begin with hello. They begin after the end. She was once the light in someone’s storm — wild, warm, unforgettable. Then, in a single moment, Shruti vanished. No note. No clues. Only a silence that shattered the hearts left behind. He searched for her like a man possessed. Burned down every lie, bled for every truth — until all that remained was rage... and a love too deep to bury. Years passed. And somewhere far from the wreckage of the life she once knew, a girl opened her eyes in a hospital bed. Her name was different. Her reflection — unfamiliar. But the ache in her soul? The flashes of another life? All too real. A scar she doesn’t remember getting. A voice she still hears in her dreams. And eyes — cold, broken, beautiful — that feel like home. He doesn't know her. Not anymore. But something in him stirs when she’s near. A storm. A memory. A promise not yet fulfilled. As their worlds collide once more, past and present bleed into one. The girl who shouldn't exist remembers a life no one believes. And the boy who lost everything now stands at the edge of rediscovery… and ruin. This isn’t just a second chance. It’s fate demanding what death tried to steal. Love. Longing. Pain. Fire. And a mystery that binds their souls beyond lifetimes. Because some hearts never stop searching. Some memories refuse to fade. And some love stories are written in scars. --- SNEAK PEEK The night air was sharper than she'd expected, and the thin fabric of her top did nothing to help—but she’d already refused his jacket with full drama ten minutes ago. Pride came before comfort, apparently. From the couch behind her, Dhruv watched in silence. Head slightly tilted, fingers resting near his lips. He didn’t comment. Yet. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she muttered. “A little,” he admitted. She rolled her eyes, still facing the balcony. “This is where a gentleman offers warmth. Maybe a hot drink. Or, you know... human decency.” “You rejected the jacket and the blanket. Can’t save you from yourself.” She opened her mouth to sass back, “Unbelievable.” Before she could finish being annoyed, she felt him. He was behind her—close. His body heat rolled into her back like a slow, deliberate wave. She gasped softly, more out of surprise than cold. His hands slid into hers with quiet certainty, wrapping them up gently. Then, his arms circled around her waist, pulling her lightly against him. Her breath caught as his chest pressed warmly against her back, the thin fabric of her top doing nothing to shield her from the way his warmth spread over her skin. “Dhruv!” she gasped, her voice half protest, half flustered mess. Her words scrambled as he leaned a little closer, breath grazing the side of her neck. “Better?” he asked, low and completely unaffected.

The world of Hentai is a Dangerous Place, Especially if Your Best Friend is a Hentai Protagonist and You Are a Trap (MC is a Heroine) (Male-To-Female)

Su Qinglan sat cross-legged on the grass, holding the chubbiest tiger cub she’d ever seen. “Aww… Look at you,” she whispered, booping its tiny nose. “So cute I could eat you up...” A sudden shadow loomed over her. “What’s so good about this stinky cub?” a deep, amused voice asked. She blinked up… and froze. Towering above her was a tall tiger beast man, his golden eyes narrowed in a lazy, predatory smile. “Let’s have ours,” he said. Su Qinglan’s brain short-circuited. … Ours? OURS?! Before she could process, in the next moment she was hoisted up onto his broad shoulder like a sack of grain and carried straight toward the cave. Su Qinglan was so choked by the suddenness of it all… she forgot to even complain. *** Su Qinglan’s knees knocked together as she stared up at the enormous serpent. Its cold, red eyes narrowed, the flick of its tongue tasting the air between them. “D-Don’t eat me,” she stammered, hugging herself. “I...I’m not tasty… really, I’m stringy and full of… uh… bad cholesterol.” The snake’s head lowered until it was mere inches from her face. Her fox ears twitched wildly. And then, before she could blink...its massive body shimmered, scales turning into bronzed skin and lean muscle. Standing before her was a man so breathtakingly handsome that Su Qinglan’s poor fox eyes watered just looking at him. Su Qinglan swallowed hard, her tail fluffing up in panic. “I… I…” Her voice cracked. Okay, new problem… the snake is hot. She squeezed her eyes shut. “If you… if you really want…” She blurted, her face burning, “…y-you can… take me.” *** One moment Su Qinglan was fighting with the zombie king with all her might. Boom! The next, she woke up in a bizarre beast world… inside the body of a lazy, pampered, fat local tyrant everyone hated. The “original” Su Qinglan had been an arrogant, scheming villainess who spent her days bullying weaker beast women, chasing after handsome males, and terrorizing the tribe kids. Now, thanks to fate’s twisted sense of humor, Qinglan had inherited the body and the bad reputation. But honestly? Being fat in a beast world was still better than starving in the apocalypse. At least here, she could eat. The only problem? In this world, men weren’t just men, they were beastmen. Tall, strong, dangerous… And apparently, every beast woman was expected to have several husbands. The catch? The “original” Qinglan’s antics had scared away every decent male within a ten-mile radius. Armed with her apocalyptic survival instincts, a sharp tongue, and a mysterious system that suddenly activated... "Binding with host…" "Congratulations, host, for successfully arriving in the beast world." Qinglan decided she wasn’t going to cry about fate. If she had to live here, then she’d live big, literally.

“You incompetent god! I should’ve been the Alpha with big di*k, not some pitiful Omega!” — Cherion’s death was… not heroic. Winning the lottery only to die of a heart attack five minutes later was the definition of cosmic irony. But fate wasn’t done laughing at him yet. He woke up inside a tragic omegaverse novel he once read, right in the body of the pitiful omega doomed to be rejected, humiliated, and die alone. Still, he thought, “Fine. I’ll just avoid the main plot.” Except the main plot avoided him. But the script suddenly changed! Instead of being cast aside, Cherion was married off to Zarius, the empire’s greatest war hero… and the man destined to become the villain everyone feared. A cursed Alpha, praised as a savior but fated to die by the Crown Prince’s hand. Married to the future villain? Doomed. Married to a cursed Alpha? Double doomed. No, no doomed at all! He had a plan. A brilliant, flawless, absolutely desperate plan… but still a plan! “I said I’ll help you break your curse. In exchange, you let me go. Do we have a deal or not? Or are you too insecure to trust an Omega?” “Careful, little Omega. That sharp tongue of yours is daring me to test how it tastes.”

"You think you can handle my world, Bella?" Leo growled, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity as he cornered her. "Once you're in, there’s no way out. I’ll destroy everything you are." Isabella’s breath caught, but she didn’t back down. Her voice was soft but unwavering as she whispered, “Maybe I’m not as fragile as you think. Maybe I want to be destroyed by you.” Leo’s hand gripped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he warned, his tone dark and possessive. “I’ll take everything—your innocence, your light. You’ll be mine, completely.” She leaned in closer, her lips barely an inch from his. “Then take it, Leo. Take all of me.” ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Isabella was beautiful and innocent, with a kind heart and a true desire to help others. Her innocence wasn't because she was naive, but because she chose to see the good in the world, even when she knew about its darker sides. She was quiet, preferring to stay behind the scenes, but when it came to hacking, she was fearless. Her mind worked like a supercomputer, able to break into any system with ease. Leonardo Moretti was the dangerous mafia boss everyone was warned to stay away from. He was cold, ruthless, and didn't seem to care about anything. But everything changed when he found himself unexpectedly married to Isabella, a woman who seemed innocent and weak. What would happen when Leonardo discovered that his new wife was not just any woman, but a super hacker? ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - Mature Themes - He Fell First and Harder - 18+ Content - Mafia World - Weak to Strong - Slow burn

Sienna Adams’s life is anything but peaceful. She’s burdened by debts that aren’t hers and running from a past she refuses to face. Love isn’t on her mind... until she encounters Zachary Sterling. Zachary is a man shrouded in secrets. The only softness in his life is his son. Sienna should have been nothing more than a passing stranger, someone he would never recall. But something about her makes it difficult for him to walk away. Sienna doesn’t realize that Zachary is the leader of a powerful company. And Zachary doesn’t know that Sienna is the woman who once carried his child… and then vanished without a trace. Or perhaps he is the reason she vanished...? As the truth begins to surface, their past and present become intertwined. Feelings grow deeper, secrets grow darker, and love becomes dangerous. And this time, walking away may no longer be an option. ___ Excerpt: Sienna looked at him, a little hesitant this time. “Can I know your name?” she asked. Zachary glanced at her briefly. Then he said simply, “I already saved it on your phone.” Sienna's eyes widened slightly as she quickly glanced at the screen. 'Huh? Why does his name sound like Zachary Sterling?' She chuckled to herself. 'Nah, probably just a coincidence that their names are similar.' “See you later, Zach…” Before he could respond, she turned and hurried toward the conference room on the other side of the lobby, her steps quick and purposeful. Zachary didn’t move. He stood there, watching her retreating figure as she disappeared into the distance. The faint echo of her voice lingered in his mind. 'Zach—' It wasn’t a name people around him used lightly, especially not with him standing before them. For a brief moment, he remained still, his gaze fixed on the space where she had just been. Then, slowly, he shifted his attention forward again. But something felt… different. And he couldn’t quite explain why.

Her empire collapsed overnight. Her fiancé betrayed her. And now, CEO Anozie Olaedo has nothing left, except a deal with the ruthless tycoon. Arinze Chibuzor. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. He offers her one thing: marriage. No love. No intimacy. Just business. But sparks don’t follow rules. And when his icy mask begins to crack, Olaedo finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of passion, pride, and secrets. Just as she begins to trust him, their pasts comes back to life. People they thought dead. Truths that could shatter everything. A destiny she never asked for. Now, Olaedo must choose: protect her heart, or risk everything for a man who was never supposed to matter. When the past collides with the present… will their fragile contract survive, or will it burn to ashes?

Somewhere in the milky way galaxy, amidst the stars and wonders of the universe, there existed a parallel dimension. A small planet surrounded by water. Here, the supernatural ruled the natural, man and gods communicated, deities were born amongst men and demons lurked in the shadows. Waiting…..drawing their life essence from the wickedness of man. Every greedy act, lustful intentions, envious deed, jealous heart, bloodlust, gluttonous behavior and the pure raw pain hidden in the hearts of men serves as their nourishment. Till finally they were powerful enough to take possession of the corrupted heart, pervert the soul and possess the being. They wanted total control over the humans and reign over the deities. Ultimate power. And they could, if the balance between good and bad was stolen and tipped off, then the hearts of men will become uncharacteristically corrupt. To prevent such calamities, the deities divided the people into two. The people of the sun and the people of the moon, they couldn’t coexist during normal times except during the divine eclipse where they would gather to celebrate. They also put people amongst the two kingdoms who could relay their messages to the people. Everything went fine till betrayal occurred among the gods themselves….. To prevent total chaos the deities sent their children, the sun goddess Kyrr sent her daughter and the moon god Seba sent his son. All in hopes to maintain the harmony of the humans, while they took care of the problem amongst them. This is the story of Miranda.

Passing the California Bar Exam is only the beginning for Aurelia Vale. With ambition in her heart and the future finally within reach, she steps into a world where the country’s most powerful law firms compete for the brightest new advocates. Among them stand two giants—The Montclair Group and Blackwood JLE—firms known for prestige, power, and a rivalry that shapes the legal landscape. For Aurelia, the opportunity is everything. But the deeper she steps into this world, the more complicated it becomes. Because behind the reputation of one of those firms stands Vincent Montclair—a man known for his brilliance, discipline, and a presence that commands every room he enters. What begins as a chance encounter slowly grows into something neither of them expected. Between ambition and emotion, choices and consequences, Aurelia must decide not only where her career will lead—but what her heart is willing to risk. Because in the end, some decisions aren’t made in court. And sometimes the hardest verdict… is the one between two lives that were never meant to collide.

Suho has always lived between two worlds. One shaped by legacy, pride, and expectations he never chose, and another shaped by a heart that feels too deeply for the life he is meant to lead. He is cold, silent, charming, and smart when it comes to business. But he is gentle by nature, emotionally deep, and quietly devoted when it comes to his love. But love was never allowed to be part of his carefully arranged world. It was always meant to be negotiated, controlled, and contained. At this point in his life, Yerin is his everything. His first love, his only love. He is willing to go to any length to keep her, even when his family repeatedly refuses to accept her. Torn between a heart that refuses to let go and a lineage that demands an heir to carry the Kim legacy, Suho takes a decisive step, trying to hold on to Yerin without disappointing the family that expects obedience and continuity from him. Then Hauen enters his life. Not through affection, but through a contract. Chosen not as a partner, but as a solution, Hauen becomes his wife in a marriage built for convenience. An agreement meant to secure an heir and protect the Kim family’s legacy. In return, Hauen enters this marriage to save her father’s bankrupt business. She is warm and gentle, yet guarded. Strong in quiet ways, carrying her own unspoken burdens. To the world, their marriage looks flawless. Polite smiles, perfect appearances, a union without cracks. To them, it is nothing more than a carefully written business contract, set to end after eighteen months. But life has little patience for plans built without truth. In the midst of calculated decisions and emotional restraint, fate pushes Suho into the lowest point of his life, breaking him in ways he never expected. Stripped of control, certainty, and pride, he is forced to confront the parts of himself he has never imagined. At his most fragile moment, the question is no longer about legacy or contracts. It's about Who will stay when everything collapses? Who will stand beside him when life is hard for him? And when life offers both unbearable loss and unexpected grace, will Suho have the courage to accept them? This is a story of love that begins as an obligation, fractures under destiny's test, and slowly transforms into something honest, real, and beautiful.

Zoe Hawkins lost everything in one night — her parents murdered, her twin sister, Chloe, dead, and her home slipping through her fingers. Alone and desperate, she assumes her sister's identity in a high-stakes competition, determined to win the prize money and reclaim her life. But living as Chloe comes with complications — especially when two mysterious brothers stir emotions she’s never known. One offers solace. The other? Heartache and betrayal. Yet her heart refuses to let go of either. As secrets buried in the house begin to surface, Zoe must face the truth: her sister’s death wasn’t just a tragedy — it was the beginning of something much darker.

Roxanna died in a snowstorm apocalypse after being betrayed by her ex-husband and her best friend. But instead of resting in peace, she wakes up in the body of Roxanna Vixelle, the infamous Pink Fox villainess who tortured her five beast husbands for fun. Worse, the system in her head says: [Mandatory Survival Action: Mate with one of your husbands to gain +5 days of life.] [Failure Consequence: Death in 48 hours.] She thought she would never be able to complete that mission because after all, her husbands despise her. But without her realizing it, all five of them can hear every single thought inside her adorable little head. So when the system gives her that impossible quest again… All her husbands immediately line up in front of her like soldiers waiting for inspection. Dog husband: “CHOOSE ME! I’m the strongest! I have stamina for DAYS!” Fish husband: “I… I promise to be gentle.” Cat husband: “Step aside. She’ll choose who she wants.” Albino Lizard husband: “If mating will stabilize her lifespan, then I will do it.” Bird husband: “HEY! Don’t volunteer yourself first!” From then on, her lifespan would continue to increase, but at what cost? ==== Disclaimer: this is a REVERSE HAREM, meaning the female lead doesn’t need to choose. • • Follow my IG @Zenanicher

“Unlucky” would be the nice way to describe Lucas’ luck. He wasn’t just down bad. He was practically cursed. As someone who never asked to exist, he’s had to experience medical torture, imprisonment, and eventually death. And that was just his first life. Then, just as he thought of escaping his fate, he transmigrates into the body of the Empire’s most useless Flower Vase. Great, now he should have status, wealth, and beauty, right? Wrong. Because his new body, Young Lord Luca Kyros, was a vegetable. And what’s worse was that no one else seemed to know the truth. To everyone else, he was just your typical rebellious heir. He wouldn’t have minded that. He was used to being called a harlot or similar names for being a defective Guide. But the problem was he woke up right smack in the middle of the Royal Military Academy’s Assessment test. And his double body, the one who should be attending school, perished in an ambush. So now, he’s forced to resolve his existential crisis while attending a school he never even enrolled in. He’ll have to conquer his flimsy body, his brooding roommate, and his picky-eater “dungeon”—all that on top of surviving impending doom. Someone definitely needs a miracle.

Sydney was nineteen when she fell for the man who saved her life. She worked up every ounce of courage she had: "Can I have your number? I'd like to thank you properly." He looked her dead in the eye and smiled. "Do you like me?" She ran. When they met again, her elders introduced him, saying, “You can call him ‘Uncle’.” She tried to bury her feelings. She really did. Then he showed up in a black suit, loosening his tie, gold-rimmed glasses catching the light, and asked in that low, hoarse voice: "Would you like to come to my place?" Later on, Sydney became famous because her reputation was tarnished by accusations of robbing another’s fortune, bullying, and lawlessness. Yet, she had a clean and innocent face, making her look harmless, when she was actually a typical evil financial magnate capable of winning arguments and clobbering phonies. Her family clarified, “Our child is most obedient and sensible.” The public apologized, “… Forgive us for being blind!” When her team suggests dropping a bombshell to kill the bad press, a single trending headline rewrites everything: #Sydney and Sebastian Are Already Married#