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The Wife You Looked Down On Is A Secret Heiress

Aria Lennox chose to leave the arranged marriage set up by her family and run away from home to marry her boyfriend, Arden Blake. Aria did not regret her choice at all because she knew she loved Arden. When Aria thought this was the life she wanted, living in love with Arden, the reality turned out to be very different from what she had imagined. After marrying Arden, he and his family treated her badly and constantly told her she was useless. Later, Arden even treated Aria coldly, and she always heard hurtful words from him. Until finally, Aria found out that Arden had betrayed her with her own best friend, Rhea Hayes, a beautiful girl who had a brilliant career as an actress. “You're so naughty, doesn't your wife give you enough?” Rhea wrapped her arms around Arden's neck coquettishly. “I'm sick of that useless woman. You're much more attractive, I only want you right now, Rhea.” Without hesitation, Arden kissed Rhea passionately. Aria's heart was shattered when she saw her husband's betrayal, never expecting that her love for Arden would end up being wasted like this. Without thinking twice, Aria immediately planned her divorce and decided to return to her family. Claim her identity back and make up for her mistake with Caleb Reed, the fiancé that Aria left three years ago. --------------- You can support this story with your Power Stone and Golden Ticket. I'll update bonus chapter for every milestone. - 100 Power Stone = 1 Bonus Chapter - 50 Golden Ticket = 1 Bonus Chapter - Magic Castle Gift = 5 Bonus Chapter Thank you for all of your support for me and this story!
Sinful_BlackLotus · 12.4k Views

Hidden Behind the Scene I dominate The otherworld

Oblivion was supposed to be the end. As the Grand Architect of a collapsing virtual utopia, he initiated the final deletion protocol, expecting digital death. Instead, a rogue anomaly tore him from existence, forcing his consciousness into an impossible rebirth: a fragile human infant in a world of swords and nascent magic. Reborn as Julian Vane, a Baron's son, he finds his once-infinite intellect trapped in a drooling, helpless body. Yet, his developer's eye remains. He sees reality not as a mystic might, but as flawed code: Mana flows like unstructured data, and a strange new "Sovereign Architect System" overlays his vision, revealing the 'Structural Integrity,' 'Flaws,' and 'Potential' in everything from tired blades to human bodies. This isn't a cheat for power; it's a cosmic oversight, allowing him to perceive and *design* the very fabric of existence. Julian wants only a life of comfortable obscurity, hiding his true capabilities behind a facade of sleepy laziness. But this new world is rotting at its core, riddled with corruption and injustice that screams 'structural decay' to his analytical mind. As whispers of a deeper darkness gather, Julian realizes he can no longer afford to merely observe. He is an Architect, after all. And this 'otherworld'? It’s just another system waiting to be dominated, rebuilt from the shadows, one hidden blueprint at a time. The question isn't *if* he will change this world, but *how deeply* he will rewrite its very foundations.
Souvik_Sarkar_7316 · 1.1k Views

The Wife He Never Saw

Aria Castellano spent five years loving a man carved from marble. She married Dominic Kane because of a pregnancy scare after one drunken night—a baby that never came, but vows that trapped them both. She told herself it was enough. Being Mrs. Kane, managing his household, attending galas on his arm while he looked through her like she was glass. She could live with being second place, as long as she had pieces of him. What she couldn't live with was knowing exactly who held first place: her sister, Celeste. Beautiful, delicate Celeste—the girl Dominic loved since college, the one who broke his heart when she chose a music career in Paris over him. For five years, Aria watched her husband keep Celeste's photo in his wallet. She heard him murmur her sister's name in his sleep. She felt him pull away every time she tried to get close, as if loving his wife would be a betrayal to the woman who left him behind. Aria became the perfect wife anyway. She learned his coffee order, memorized his schedule, supported his business deals, and asked for nothing. When Celeste's name appeared on his phone, Aria pretended not to notice. When he forgot their anniversary for the third year running, she smiled through dinner alone. When he spent Christmas at the office instead of with her, she told herself next year would be different. She was a fool. Everything shatters the night Celeste returns from Paris, her music career in ruins, looking for the man who promised to wait forever. The sister Aria hasn't seen in five years shows up at their door with tears in her eyes and a suitcase in her hand. And Dominic—cold, controlled Dominic—looks at Celeste like she's oxygen after drowning. That night, Aria hears them in his office. Not doing anything inappropriate, but something worse: talking. Laughing. Connecting in ways he never did with his own wife. And when Celeste touches his hand and whispers, "I made a mistake leaving you," Dominic doesn't pull away. Aria Castellano has spent five years begging for crumbs. She's done. She packs her bags in the guest room she's been sleeping in for months. She calls the best divorce attorney in the city. She sends the papers to Dominic's office with a simple note: "Sign them. Set us both free." She expects relief. Maybe even cooperation. What she doesn't expect is her husband showing up at her new apartment at midnight, divorce papers torn in half, eyes wild with something she's never seen before: panic. "You can't leave." "Watch me." "Aria, we need to talk—" "We've had five years to talk, Dominic. You spent all of them talking to her ghost." For the first time in their marriage, Dominic Kane is fighting for something. Unfortunately for him, Aria Castellano has finally stopped fighting. And the man who realizes too late what he had is about to learn that some doors, once closed, don't open again—no matter how hard you bang on them. Too bad his wife forgot to mention one tiny detail before she left: the pregnancy scare from five years ago? It wasn't a false alarm after all. She just never told him about the little girl who has his eyes and her mother's strength.
sundaymikel1997 · 1.2k Views

Dragon King's Alien Mate

Today we had decided to up the stakes. Preparation had taken place last night while we ate the rabbit squirrel creatures we had caught. The small animals had gone a long way into getting our energy back up. Sitting around the fire, we had fashioned bow and arrows from branches in the canopy and vines crawling along the trees. Finding some red berries, we had fastened them to the ends of the arrows in little pouches used from a shirt we had torn into strips. It would be like an archery version of paint ball tag. Okay. It was safe to say that my crew and I were having a little too much fun with this. My so-called mate would respect my strength and who I am, or he wouldn’t have me at all. On that I refused to budge. Each member of my crew had three arrows and had discussed our targets beforehand. Having led the unsuspecting group we were stalking to the clearing on purpose this morning, we were surprised when three additional dragons arrived. I didn’t know who they were, but they seemed to be on friendly terms with the search party. Kind of. We made adjustments for the additional ‘enemies’ just as we would in a real war situation. I hoped the new arrivals could cope with the game they had inadvertently walked, or flown, into. Surrounding the clearing, we listened to the conversation between the search party and the new dragons. I was surprised to learn that the three other men saw things the same way I did. It almost made me feel bad about what was getting ready to happen to them. Almost. My team slowly and steadily took their positions and aimed at their targets. Each of us had a maniacal grin. The adrenaline and the knowledge that we were about to take out the enemy in one fell swoop was giving us a high like nothing else could. I waited until the Drakians were completely distracted. I gave the signal. Arrows went flying. The group in the clearing was so shocked that every single one of them froze, giving us the perfect targets. Seriously? Did they really have no sense of self-preservation? There was no trace of any battle readiness. Each arrow flew straight and true. Seven people were dead in less than a minute. Or, they would have been had it been a real attack. It was almost comical to watch. The shock that froze them as they realized they were being attacked. Them! Kings! Actually being attacked! Each clutched their chests where two red stains were forming. The anguished yelling that took place as they watched their brothers and kings getting wounded and falling to the ground on their knees. Then the confusion as it registered that there was no pain from the injuries. The pale green one brought some of the red splatter to his nose and sniffed. He looked at it for a second with an odd expression but then grinned. That grin turned into a full belly laugh. “It’s jorgin berries,” he said, unable to contain his mirth. All three of the newly arrived men sat on their knees laughing so hard they were bent over clutching their stomachs for an entirely different reason than being shot. Rokk and the two trackers began chuckling as realization dawned on who could be behind the attack, trying their best to remain composed as their kings came down from the panic of almost losing their brothers. And then it happened. That moment I knew would come. I had held back my last arrow just for this. That moment Glacian realized that his ‘little mate’ had just made an ass out of their entire group. Out of four kings. His anger was so deep his face was turning a darker shade of blue. Almost royal blue. His eyes flashed dragon. “Kiera!” He roared with every ounce of pent-up anger coursing through his system. I took aim and let my arrow go. He was so worked up he never saw it coming. He wasn’t even looking for an additional attack. None of them were. The juice pouch end of the arrow smacked him right in the forehead, knocking him down on his backside.
Lori_Windle · 12k Views