Lotus

"It's really hard to see the person who you love with another. Especially when he has more of them. All-day I watch him connect with these others. He does not even spare me a glance. Well, why would he? I am just a subject in his eyes."Lui Xian for years has been in love with the Emperor the man who owns every flower. Can he ever be enough for him? Or will he find someone who sees him?

On his second visit to Japan to expand his lingerie company, Langdon was Captivated by a beautiful green eyed geisha whom had attended to him at a tea party. He eventually gets to find out the geisha was indeed a guy named Nagisa. Nagisa is a college student as well as a crossdresser who does modelling jobs to further his education. Langdon immediately fell in love with him thinking him to be a girl, when even after he finds out Nagisa was a guy, he still maintains strong feelings for him. However, things started to get messy when Langdon flew back to Miami with this crossdresser under the guise to marry him.

Life has been cruel to Martin. Life deprived him his family, happiness, and home. But life, at the same time, gave him another chance. When everything in his life seemed to end, when his breath was at its last draw, the hurricane of fate blew an ounce of pity to his poor unfortunate life and gave him a string of hope that is hard to grasp and navigate. Did fate pity him, or was it just another ploy of a supreme being out there who can flick their hands and change the universe’s motion? Will Martin forget his dimly written past and begin anew and write his own story with his very own hands in a land forsaken by the galaxy and attain the peak he sought after? His new land will be his kingdom; his new people will be his loyal subjects; his new power will be his weapon. Will his new life be kind to him? Will his fate be changed for good? Will he finally attain happiness? Come, enjoy, and travel with me as we embark to a journey with Martin.

The night before our 17th wedding attempt, my mafia husband, Rafaeal Holloway, looks at me and promises an uninterrupted wedding. He solemnly swears. "Gianna, I promise you. I told Natalia that even if the sky falls, she'll deal with it alone." I am five months pregnant by then. After three years of dating and five months carrying his child, we've never managed to make it down the aisle because he's canceled the past 16 weddings. Every single time, it's for his sworn sister, Natalia Sullivan. The first time, she claims she has a fever. I spend the whole night at the hospital, still in my wedding dress, just to find out she has a mild cold. The second time, she claims her chest hurts. Rafael abandons me mid-wedding and rushes to her side, while she's out laughing over afternoon tea with friends. The third time, she cries for fear of thunder. He bolts mid-vows and leaves me alone in a hall full of staring guests. But everything's different now. Three days ago, a letter arrived from Northern Silenzio. My father, the Don of the Rossetti family, has finally summoned me home. If Rafael walks away for Natalia one more time, I'll leave for good.

I loved my stepbrother, Simon Rossi, the Don, for ten years. When he got poisoned one day, I offered myself to him and ended up pregnant. He smoked half a packet of cigarettes before saying, “I’ll take responsibility for this.” However, his first love, Camillia, claimed that she had an asthma attack on our wedding day. I begged Simon to wait until our ceremony was over before going to her. Unfortunately, Camillia escaped the hospital and died on her way to find him. Prior to her death, she called Simon 99 times. But he did not answer even once because of our wedding ceremony. When I found out, I felt terrible. Yet, Simon was exceptionally calm. After our wedding, my health deteriorated exponentially, and I bled heavily during childbirth. Just as I was about to die, I heard the doctor sigh softly. “Mr. Rossi, you’re ruthless. The poison you gave your wife has seeped into her bones. The baby can’t be saved either.” “Camillia suffered the same pain before her death.” When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the night before everything happened.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband, Jaxon Wilde, walks through the door with his hundredth new mistress. From my neck, he snaps the necklace that was once our token of love and fastens it around hers. Amid the guests' jeers and mocking laughter, the lady tugs timidly at my gown and murmurs, "Mr. Wilde wants me to wear this dress tonight, Scarlett." It was a dress altered from my wedding gown ten years ago, and I wore it tonight like a fool, hoping he might remember. But now, he wants to strip his wife bare in public and give it to his mistress on the wedding anniversary. Under the weight of everyone's sneers, I look up at him and give him a genuine smile for the first time in a decade. "Let's get divorced, Jaxon."