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Transmigrated: Married to a Cold Mage, So I Built My Own Kingdom

"Honesty and politics don’t belong in the same sentence," they say. Celine Yue, a kind-hearted social worker, stepped into politics to help more people. But what she didn’t know… was that her own party would be the one to end her life. After her death, she wakes up in another world as Cyrina Vaeloria, the Elf Princess—right on the day of her arranged marriage to Lucian Aetherion, the cold, mysterious Human Prince and strongest mage alive. A political union to keep two powerful races from tearing each other apart. But this so-called alliance is just a mask. She despises the way other races are trampled beneath noble boots. Cyrina refuses to be a pretty puppet. She dreams of building a new kingdom—where races aren’t divided by power, bloodlines, or magic. To do that, she’ll need power of her own. And lucky her... she just married the most dangerous man in existence. With sharp wit and stubborn grace, Cyrina slowly bends her cold husband to her will— She toys with the ruthless Archmage, tames the untamable… and drags him into a revolution wrapped in royal silk. After all, if you marry the strongest mage alive… you might as well make him yours. ***** excerpt~ Lucian’s voice is like a blade, low and sharp. “Do you even understand what you said in the royal assembly?” Cyrina lifts her chin, unbothered. “I understand perfectly. I said I’ll build a new kingdom—where every race can live together.” His eyes darken. “You don’t know what you’ve sparked. That speech—” he steps closer, “—could ignite a war. You’re underground now, Cyrina. Buried beneath politics you don’t even see coming.” She spins on her heel and waves dismissively. “Ugh. Kaelen Blackthorn, your master is giving me a migraine. Get me out of this castle before I set it on fire.” Kaelen gives a slow, exaggerated bow. “As you wish, my lady.” He takes her hand like the perfect gentleman and leads her toward the door— But Lucian’s voice booms behind them. “Kaelen. Don’t forget who your master is.” Kaelen pauses. Glances back. “I remember, my lord. But as per your standing order… I obey only my lady’s command.” A smirk tugs at his mouth. “Even if it means going against you.” **** Per Golden Ticket = 2 extra chapters And if we win Win-Win T1 this March… I’ll upload 20 EXTRA chapters. Yes. Twenty.
Dreamy_Cloud143 · 36.7k Views

Arranged Marriage with the cold CEO

I woke up in a hospital bed after a month in a coma with a scar on my temple, a hollow space in my mind, and an entire year of my life missing. They told me I was lucky to be alive. They told me it was just an accident. They told me not to strain myself trying to remember. My family hovered over me with warmth and concern, their affection almost suffocating as if they were terrified I would disappear again. Everyone treated me gently… everyone except my sister. Francesca never pretended to be relieved that I survived. If anything, she looked disappointed that I did. I thought adjusting to memory loss would be the hardest part of my recovery. I was wrong. One month after returning home, I was informed over breakfast....casually, as though discussing the weather.....that I would be getting married in two weeks. Not because I fell in love. Not because I chose to. But because my sister could not fulfill her obligation. And just like that, I became the replacement bride in a business alliance worth more than my entire existence. The funniest part? I did not even know the name of the man I was supposed to marry. Ohhh… I knew his name exactly one week before the wedding. Along with every intimidating detail about his family, their empire, their power, and the way markets trembled when they made decisions. Khaos Hawthorne. Heir to the Hawthorne Consortium. A dynasty built on dominance, precision, and ruthless intelligence. A man described as untouchable, controlled, and incapable of emotional weakness. To him, this marriage is a strategic move. To my family, it is salvation. To me… it is a life I cannot remember choosing. Because here is the truth no one speaks about: I do not remember who I was before the accident. I do not know what kind of woman I used to be. And I certainly do not know what kind of wife I am expected to become. But the first time Khaos Hawthorne and I truly looked at each other....something shifted in my chest. Something unfamiliar. My heart began to beat in a way I could not explain. In a way that felt dangerously real. This marriage was supposed to be a contract. A transaction. A carefully calculated alliance. So why does it feel like I am standing at the edge of something i can't control? And why do I have the unsettling feeling that my forgotten past is tied to my future in ways I have yet to uncover?
Night_shade07 · 4.7k Views

We Who Survived The Sky

They say, although you never really know how reliable 'they' are, that over five million people go missing every year and are never heard from again. Is that worldwide? America only? I never cared enough to pay attention, because as far as I was concerned, it had nothing to do with me. No one I know has ever disappeared, and the odds say that no one I ever know ever will. There's more people who live in New York City than that, and I've never even been to New York City, much less lived there. I don't know anyone who has. Besides. There's so many more pressing matters to think about. I never have the sort of free time I need to think that, really, I'm playing a lottery with crappy odds I didn't ask to play in. Every single person I know is another entry every year, and first prize is ending up among those people that lose someone who never reappears. Sooner or later, there's a lot of people who win the grand prize jackpot they didn't know they were competing for. At seventeen the state of Oregon doesn't think I'm ready for the cut-throat world of scratch tickets and guessing lottery numbers. Turns out there's some lotteries out there that you don't need to play to win. Some people see their numbers on the television, some people have to wrestle them back from enthusiastic shop owners, and then some people take the scenic route from the bus stop and run into a wall of light and weightlessness halfway home. I grew up in a little town in the Pacific Northwest that's never been in any movies, and I hit the jackpot at seventeen years old.
Amesaya · 91.2k Views