Novels by Obi Praise

She died abandoned. In her first life, she gave everything to the man and family she called home. When the apocalypse turned bloodiest, they chose the mistress, the sister, even the pet—and left her outside the safe zone to die. She woke up gasping. XXX days until the end of the world. This time she does not cry. This time the first words out of her mouth are: “I want a divorce.” A cold blue panel appears before her eyes: [SURVIVAL SYSTEM ACTIVATED] New Mission: Prepare for the End of the World. Rewards: Skills | Items | Strength Armed with future knowledge, a hidden fortune, and a system that evolves with every life-or-death choice, she cuts every last tie. She sells assets that will be worthless, buys warehouses, weapons, medicine, and a fortified safe house while the world still laughs at her “paranoia.” They call her crazy. Her ex-husband calls her ungrateful. Then the sky turns black exactly on the day she predicted. Power dies. Water dies. Law dies. And the people who once left her to rot come crawling back, begging. She looks at them through reinforced glass and answers with the same coldness they once showed her: “I already survived dying for you once. I will not do it again.” This time she is not just surviving the apocalypse. She is rewriting her fate—one system reward, one bullet, and one carefully chosen ally at a time. But the disasters are arriving earlier than before… and the only man strong enough to stand beside her may force her to risk trusting someone again. The countdown has already begun.

I woke up in a novel as the discarded wife who dies tonight. My husband, billionaire Adrian Black, is the man the city whispers about—a beautiful, terrifying lunatic who married me for convenience and despises me for clinging. The original wife planned to trap him with a pregnancy. I know that secret gets her killed. So I do the unthinkable. I sign his divorce papers without a single tear, planning to vanish before he ever learns I’m carrying his child. But Adrian doesn’t let me go. He shreds the papers and pins me against the cold glass of his penthouse, his thumb stroking the frantic pulse in my throat. His dark eyes strip me bare. “My wife was terrified of me,” he murmurs. “You look at me like you want to devour me.” He knows I’m not her. He doesn’t know where I came from. But the moment I try to run, he chains me to his bed, determined to map every inch of my body until I confess. He wants to break me, but I know how his story ends. The only question is: can I survive the Lunatic’s obsession, or will I let him burn us both to the ground?

She was never his wife , just his family's cover-up. When Elena Marsh discovers her six-year marriage was a lie, she doesn't cry. She takes back her father's empire and walks straight into a new war: an arranged marriage to Damian Cole, the man her ex-family owes a blood debt to. He wants her ruined. She wants him ruined first. But the more he tries to break her, the more he falls and the more she realizes the crown she's chasing might be sitting right beside his throne.

Elle n’a jamais été sa femme — juste la couverture de sa famille. Lorsqu’Elena Marsh découvre que son mariage de six ans était un mensonge, elle ne pleure pas. Elle reprend l’empire de son père et s’avance droit dans une nouvelle guerre : un mariage arrangé avec Damian Cole, l’homme à qui son ex-famille doit une dette de sang. Il veut la ruiner. Elle veut le ruiner avant. Mais plus il essaie de la briser, plus il tombe — et plus elle comprend que la couronne qu’elle poursuit se trouve peut-être juste à côté de son trône.

Sie war nie seine Frau – nur der Deckmantel seiner Familie. Als Elena Marsh entdeckt, dass ihre sechsjährige Ehe eine Lüge war, weint sie nicht. Sie holt sich das Imperium ihres Vaters zurück und geht geradewegs in einen neuen Krieg: eine arrangierte Ehe mit Damian Cole, dem Mann, dem ihre Ex-Familie eine Blutschuld schuldet. Er will sie ruinieren. Sie will ihn zuerst ruinieren. Doch je mehr er versucht, sie zu brechen, desto tiefer fällt er – und desto mehr begreift sie, dass die Krone, die sie jagt, vielleicht direkt neben seinem Thron liegt.