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From Covenant to the Roses

When the "Queen of Jewels" needed a marriage of convenience to save her empire, she chose the one man who ever dared to tell her: "Bread comes before pearls." Elisa Rossi, youngest ruler of a jewelry empire. She possessed diamond-sharp judgment, presiding over a multibillion-euro business dynasty. With eighteen months left until her thirtieth birthday, the cold clause of the family trust tightened around her neck: "Marry before thirty, or forfeit all shares." The arranged match was Alessandro, heir to a banking empire—polished, shrewd, and certain of victory. But Elisa offered a very different contract. "I need a husband who will vanish cleanly in three years." Her choice fell on the man in a worn sweater, tucked away in a small-town archive. Lorenzo Costa, archivist of San Gimignano. On his left ring finger rested a plain platinum band, passed down through generations, inscribed inside with his family’s creed: "Il pane prima delle perle." Bread comes before pearls. His father’s critical illness demanded a fortune in medical bills. When Elisa slid the contract toward him, he calmly added three conditions: "Schedule the surgery at once. Establish an independent trust. And—respect my boundaries." A marriage of mutual necessity began under the glass dome of Milan. She gave him a signet ring of gold, a symbol of power and transaction. He placed on her finger his platinum band, imprinted with legacy and truth. When corporate ambushes, family betrayal, and hidden clauses exploded at once— on a cliff’s edge, with a gun aimed at her heart— Lorenzo threw himself before the bullet. His final words: "Now do you believe it? Some contracts were never meant to be transactions." What began as calculation ended as a choice made with a life. When the queen of jewels learned to feel the warmth of bread, when the archivist redefined the worth of pearls, they finally understood: The strongest thrones are not built on roses, nor guarded by thorns— but rise from the ruins where two real people choose to rebuild, together. —A story of how lies can give birth to truth, how calculation loses to the heart, and why sometimes the one who saves you is the very person you first saw as a tool.
DuoduoQian · 2k Views

To Make Him Fall...or not

“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.” ~ In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’. And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit. But death didn't take me. It sent me back. I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom. But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room. Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers. In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning. But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.” He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name. My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees. Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.
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