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WARNING❗️ MATURED CONTENT❗️❗️❗️ SERIES 11 OF 50! I am the perfect son in the eyes of my dying mother until I’m not. All the things I knew about myself and my mother’s death were all lies. My life in general was built on lies. Now, I only had to focus on one thing—be the best leader the Draco Elites had ever had. Be accepted by the notorious crime group, Foedus; to protect the people that matter to me, Carlene, and my men. That was until I met her. Stiffany. She changed every fucking thing. One look and I was bewitched. Under her spell. She’s refreshing and unique. Until she isn’t. She’s a bombshell liar with a smart mouth and legs for days. She betrayed me and I’ll break her. I’ll make her life a living hell. Until her past and mine come back at us. She was caught in the middle of the chaos and I was shattered. Now, I need to do everything in my power and Foedus to save my woman. I don’t care if I burn down the world to ashes or bathe with my enemy's blood. If my enemies—our enemies don’t kill me first. A buried past. A twisted game of love and betrayal. Three souls. Two women and a man with more enemies than allies. When love is more dangerous than entering the world of Foedus, will you leave or just surrender? “Lorenzo tastes like danger and power. A deadly combination. Totally intoxicating.”- Stiffany Author's Note: Names, places, characters, and incidents are just products of my imagination. Any resemblance to the event in the story is just a coincidence. Pwera na lang sa mga nagpahiram ng pangalan. God bless all.

The day my brother, Chester Rodney, came to the orphanage to take me home, my boyfriend Dominic Huxley looked at me coldly and said, "If you choose to acknowledge your birth family, we're over." I knew he had his pride—he could never accept the difference in our social standing. So, for him, I turned my back on the family I had yearned for my whole life. In the decades that followed, I toiled without complaint, saving every cent to help him rise to success. By the time I was not yet fifty, overwork had worn me down. Lying on my deathbed, my breathing shallow and weak, I watched Dominic on television. He was now an acclaimed scientist, just awarded the nation's highest research honor. Tears welled in his eyes as he thanked another woman. "All these years," he said, "I never felt worthy of Alicia. But now, maybe I can use this award as the prologue to a love I've owed her for decades." The "Alicia" he spoke of was the woman mistakenly switched with me at birth—the false heiress the Rodney family raised as their own. The camera zoomed out. Alicia Rodney stood radiant, graceful, and perfectly preserved by years of luxury, blushing as she accepted the trophy. "I waited for you for decades," she said sweetly, "but marriage is still something I'll need to ask my brother about." Chester, who had long taken over the family, looked at her with an indulgent tenderness tinged with something unspoken. "I was adopted by our uncle back then for one reason—to protect Alicia. Making the only princess of the Rodney family happy has always been my life's mission." Only then did I realize—everything I thought I had chosen freely, every sacrifice I made without regret, was nothing but a trap, carefully woven by two men, all for Alicia. The betrayal pierced my heart. I died without peace. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Chester came to take me home from the orphanage. I glanced past the two men eyeing me with subtle disdain. Without hesitation, I stepped into the car. "Take me home," I said. This time, I'd send whoever stole my life back to the gutter they slithered from.

Sienna Calder swore she’d never touch her father’s world—Dorian Ashford, shipping mogul and billionaire king, left her mom to rot while he built his empire. She’s there to curse his grave when he dies, not to claim a dime. But his will traps her, naming her co-heir to his $50 billion legacy alongside Roman Valtieri, the brooding, hard-edged protégé who’s clawed his way into Dorian’s shadow—and now into hers. They’re to run the empire together or lose it all, and Sienna hates him for it: too slick, too close, every look a spark she doesn’t want. Then a letter from Dorian’s cold hand ignites the fire—he was murdered, and Roman’s name’s scratched beside the truth. A silver key and a vial of blood—hers, his—drag her deeper, promising answers locked in Ashford estate.But the walls crash in fast: Ezra Locke, a scarred snake with a grin like a blade, wants that key, and he’ll drown the place to get it. Roman’s her lifeline—gun drawn, hands steady, pulling her from the flood—and she loathes how his touch burns, how his voice steadies her when the water’s at her throat. Caught between rage and a pull she can’t name, Sienna fights the heat growing with every near miss—Roman’s too damn solid, too damn close, and she’s torn between shoving him away and pulling him in. The empire’s crumbling, the cliff’s falling, and Ezra’s not the only shadow circling—something darker watches, waiting. Love’s a gamble when blood’s the stake, and Sienna’s playing with a deck her father rigged. Can she trust Roman’s hands to hold her up, or will the crown they’re fighting for crush them both in its ashes?

Deux inconnus dans un ascenseur en panne, entre deux étages d'un hôtel anonyme. Lui, les mains encore marquées par un récent accident. Elle, les lèvres teintées du rouge à lèvres qu'elle vient d'effacer nerveusement. Pas de noms. Pas d'histoires. Seulement l'espace exigu qui rétrécit à chaque expiration. L'électricité statique qui fait crépiter la laine. Un regard accroché à un poignet, une veine qui bat sous la peau fine. La chaleur devient palpable, suffocante. La première parole est un juron étouffé. Le premier contact n'est pas une main, mais un souffle contre une tempe. L'étreinte qui suit est une affaire de survie, une tentative désespérée de prouver qu'ils sont encore vivants face à l'étreinte de fer qui les emprisonne. C'est brutal, urgent, sans fioriture. Le cuir de sa ceinture laisse une marque sur sa hanche. L'agrafe de son collier lui griffe la nuque. Dans l'obscurité intermittente des lampes de secours, ils se dévorent. Chaque baiser est une question sans réponse, chaque morsure une ponctuation. Ils extirpent l'un de l'autre des gémissements qu'ils ne se connaissaient pas, des peurs qu'ils n'avouaient pas. Ils sont à la fois le remède et le poison, l'oxygène et la privation. Quand les lumières se rallument et que l'ascenseur repart avec un grondement sourd, ils se séparent comme on se scarifie. Aucune promesse. Juste l'odeur de l'autre sur la peau, indélébile. Elle sort à son étage, il descend au rez-de-chaussée. Leurs vies respectives les attendent, inchangées en apparence. Mais quelque chose a cédé. Quelque chose a brûlé. Et chacun, dans son silence, porte désormais la mémoire brûlante de cette chute libre partagée, de cet instant parfaitement égoïste et absolu où ils n'ont été que chair, pulsion et vérité crue.

On my wedding day, my best friend, Beatrice Hopper, buys a lottery ticket from a convenience store and gives it to me as a wedding gift. I initially believe that she's joking, but when I see the unmistakable disdain in her eyes, I know something is off. "They say it's the thought that counts. This gift is precisely how I show that I care. Besides, I'm pregnant and need money for everything right now. I don't want you to feel bad about taking my money," she says. Honestly, I'm disappointed. But since it's my wedding, I can only stand there and watch as my best friend drags her entire family to the reception for free food and drinks. As expected, the wedding ends on a sour note. The two of us part ways unhappily. What I don't see coming, though, is winning 50 million dollars in the lottery that night. Elated, I tell my husband the news, and we head to the lottery office first thing in the morning to claim the prize. The news quickly spreads among our friends and family. But by the afternoon, Beatrice pounds on my door, demanding I return the lottery ticket. "I should've been the winner!" she screamed. "I was the one who bought it, so why should you take away my prize?" I keep backing away from her, panic flooding my entire body, so much so that I don't even notice she's holding a knife. The last thing I expect is for her to swing it at me in the middle of our struggle. By the time I realize what's happening, the blade is already buried in my husband's chest. I try to call the police, but Beatrice yanks me back. We grapple, stumble, and crash through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Eventually, we fall to our deaths in the courtyard below. The universe must've had mercy on me because when I open my eyes again, I'm back at the moment she hands me that lottery ticket. Here comes my second chance.

-Adjugé vendu *** Nash ne comprenait rient , un masque lui recouvrait le visage , Toutefois il y avait des trou au niveau des yeux Elle était entouré de miroir lui renvoyant son propre reflet, elle ne portait que ses sous vetements . Elle se sentait observée , il devait probablement avoir des gens derrière ses vitres . L'homme qui l'avait jettée dans la pièce vint la récupérer il envoya dans une autre piéce où se trouvait deux hommes tout deux en costumes noire l'homme me tenait solidement Sans un mot un des hommes en costume tendit une malette au djihadiste qui l'ouvrit , puis un rictus déforma ses lèvres . Sans un mot de plus il sortit de la pièce . Cameron Dark commevtout les présent dans la pièce d'ailleur a été émerveillé par ce corps parfaitement dessiné et ses yeux vert derrière ce masque qui ajoutait encore plus de mystère a son identité Il venait de claquer pratiquement 50 millions dans l'achat de cette femme -Retire ton masque *** Nash ne comprenait pas un mot de ce qu'il disait , il était en retrait depuis Voyant qu'elle n'obeissait pas il s'approcha énergiquement d'elle prise de peur elle voulu reculer et se retrouva , la les fesse au sol lui debout la regardant de toute sa hauteur , cet homme etait immense , il respirait la peur . Il se pencha vers elle tétanisée elle resta immobile , il lui retira délicatement le masque le laissant voir son visage ........

人類の故郷、地球、「マザーエルサレム」その誕生から長い年月が過ぎ人類はどれだけの時間がたったのか誰も知る者はいなかった。 　人の人生は100年が基本と言われるようになり80歳が還暦となっていた。そして還暦を過ぎたものは脳に電脳世界につなげ仮想世界にダイブすることで、新たな人生を始めるものも多かった。しかし、ダイブすれば脳は焼き切れ二度と現実には戻っては来れない。50歳を過ぎた阿久津理人(あくつりひと)は肺にガンを患い、余命3か月を言い渡されていた。 　 　終末医療プログラムとして脳に電脳世界につなげ、仮想世界にダイブする行為として認められていたため彼はそのプログラムを受ける事で新しい人生を始めようとした

친어머니가 내 남편이 바람을 피웠으니 빨리 이혼하라고 했다. 나는 사실 확인부터 하고 내 권리를 지키겠다고 했다. 그러나 그녀는 내가 3년간 준비한 그림 전시회를 망쳐놓고, 날 된장녀 취급했다. “남자 돈으로 전시회를 여는 게 몸 파는 거랑 뭐가 달라? 내가 이 꼴을 보려고 널 낳고 키운 줄 아니? 너 때문에 내가 얼굴을 들고 다닐 수가 없어!” 그녀는 수십억이 되는 내 그림을 미친 듯이 칼로 그었다. 그러고는 다 나를 위해서 하는 일이라고 했다. 나는 칼에 베여 피가 뚝뚝 떨어지는 손을 바라보며 또박또박 말했다. “멀쩡한 남편이랑 땡전 한 푼 받지 못하고 이혼해서 애 딸린 45살 이혼남이랑 재혼하는 게, 나를 위해 하는 일이에요? 월급이 50만 원도 안 되는 남자를 내가 먹여 살려야겠냐고요!”

Lors de la cérémonie de mes dix-huit ans, le vieil Alpha m'a demandé de choisir l'un de ses deux fils comme compagnon. Celui que je choisirais hériterait du statut d'Alpha à l'avenir. Sans hésiter, j'ai choisi son fils aîné, Cassien. Tout le monde dans la salle de banquet ont eu l'air stupéfaits. Après tout, tous de la tribu de Lune Argentée savaient que moi, la fille de la famille Gabriel, j'étais déjà follement amoureuse de Kévin, le plus jeune fils de l'Alpha. Je lui avais déclaré mes sentiments à plusieurs reprises lors de bals, et j'avais même reçu un coup de dague en argent d'un chasseur pour le protéger. Et Cassien était connu comme le loup-garou le plus cruel et froide, et tout le monde l'évitait. Ce qu'ils ignoraient, c'est que dans ma vie précédente, j'étais devenue la compagne de Kévin. Mais le jour même de notre mariage, il était allé coucher avec ma sœur en secret. Ma mère, furieuse, avait marié ma sœur à un bêta de la tribu de Loups Noirs voisine. Ainsi, Kévin nourrissait d'une haine farouche à mon égard. Il avait ramené cent louves séduisantes et magnifiques d'autres tribus, toutes avec les mêmes yeux bleus que ma sœur. Quand il avait appris que j'étais enceinte, il avait même couché avec elles devant moi. Chaque jour était une agonie. Finalement, le jour où j'accouchais, il m'avait enfermée dans le sous-sol, interdisant à quiconque de s'approcher. Mon bébé était mort étouffé dans mon ventre, et j'étais décédée avec rancune. Peut-être que la Déesse de la Lune a eu pitié de moi et m'a offert une seconde chance : je suis revenue à la vie. Cette fois, j'ai décidé de renoncer à lui pour le laisser vivre son amour. Mais contre toute attente, Kévin a commencé à regretter.

송여준과 결혼한 지 어언 7년, 유하늘은 악성 뇌종양 판정을 받았다. 유하늘은 남편과 아이를 위해 성공률이 50%밖에 되지 않는 수술을 받으려고 마음먹었다. 그러나 남편이 사랑하는 여자 권아람이 귀국한 뒤, 유하늘은 그동안 송여준이 권아람과 결혼한 사실을 숨기고 자신과 혼인신고 한 척했다는 걸 알게 되었다. 송여준은 권아람을 자신의 비서로 고용했고 송여준의 친구는 권아람을 형수님이라고 불렀으며 6살 된 아들마저 권아람이 자기 엄마가 되기를 바랐다. 유하늘은 그들에게 완전히 실망하여 그들과 인연을 끊고 잠적하기로 결심했다. 그러던 어느 날, 유하늘이 남긴 진단서를 보게 된 송여준과 송우주는 땅을 치며 후회했다. 두 사람은 유하늘을 따라 해외로 가서 무릎 꿇고 참회하며 유하늘이 한 번이라도 자신들을 돌아봐 주길 바랐다. 그러나 유하늘은 그들에게 눈길 한 번 주지 않았다. 그녀는 매정한 전남편과 배은망덕한 아들 따위 필요 없었다.