Novel & Cerita Beneath Her Mercy Chinese Drama

CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN! TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS VERY DARK, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. "It was an accident, believe me, if I could go back in time, I will__" Her words were transformed into a cry of pain when his hands suddenly grasp her jaw. His stony blue eyes were dead as his words sliced through the air. " Oh, believe me you will! I will make sure you become everything I lost because of you! This very life is owned by me!" His hands slowly crept to snake around her fragile neck. " You are mine! And only I have the right to take your life whenever I desire!" In which Freya Owens, a young college student struggling with life and paying bills gets into an accident, tragically claiming the life of a pregnant woman. Nikolas Cullen. A cold-hearted dangerous killer who is determined to make Freya pay for the death of his wife and heir. She destroyed his family. His wife and unborn baby died because of her. He would make her return the debt in ten folds.

The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because…the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy—Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel—Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug brother. I was vulnerable—naive. I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am the Mafia's Mercy.

I’m caring for the man my brother paralyzed. Kai Petrova doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know my real last name. Doesn’t know I walked into his mansion with a lie on my lips. Doesn’t know that five years ago, my brother drove drunk and killed his fourteen-year-old sister. He just knows I’m the only caregiver who didn’t quit. I needed the money. My mother is dying, and this job pays $135,000 for six months of work. I told myself I could do it. All I had to do was keep my head down, stay professional, get the money and get out. But then he started to trust me, he started to look at me. And I made the worst mistake of my life: I fell in love with him. Now I’m trapped. Because every time he touches me, I think about the reason he’s on a wheelchair. Every time he smiles, I see his dead sister’s face on the walls of his studio. When the truth comes out—and it will—he’s going to hate me. But the worst part? The accident that destroyed both our families wasn’t an accident at all. Someone wanted Kai dead. Someone made sure my brother took the fall. And someone is still out there, watching us get closer, waiting for the perfect moment to destroy us both. I thought the secret I was keeping would kill me. I was wrong. It’s going to kill him.

My mother-in-law spreads lies about me having contracted an STD during my sister-in-law's wedding. When I hear this, I want to demand an explanation. However, my sister-in-law stops me and begs me to prioritize her happiness since it's her wedding. I hold myself back and wait until the reception is over. Later, my mother-in-law merely sweeps the matter under the rug and say she doesn't remember anything because she was drunk. However, the lies spread like wildfire. My neighbors scorn me, and my colleagues isolate me, treating me like a walking bacteria. I become dispirited from the constant mental distress and end up getting knocked by a car when I leave the house one day. I die from the accident. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day my mother-in-law lies about me having contracted an STD.

College-educated werewolf Cassie Semberton has spent a good portion of her life preparing to reject -and be rejected by- her mate. Her plans go sideways when she meets her mate while her mate has a beautiful blond on his arm and she (Cassie) is trying on wedding dresses. Meanwhile, Jason is a womanizing beta wolf who knows nothing about women. He wants a mate, but he has no idea how to treat or be one. Join Cassie, Jason, and crew as they explore the power of misunderstandings, the reality of weddings with more drama than flowers, and difficult questions surrounding cheating, mistresses, and forgiveness. Will Cassie and Jason get their happily ever after? Will it be with each other or someone else?

The year my girlfriend, Maisie Summers, and I were supposed to get married, I broke up with her. Later, she made it big and used every means necessary to force me to marry her anyway. Everyone says we're destined to be together from the start. Yet no one knows that after we got married, she's been bringing different men home every so often. I never react and pretend as if I don't see anything. While she sleeps around night after night, I silently count how many days I have left to live.

"I told you to give up." He grabbed my wrist and twisted it, pulling me close with a tender smile. "I told you, you can't escape. You're cold. Were you chilled?" I answered with a venomous glare. "If you won't smile... I'd stitch your lips into one with a needle if I had to. I don't want to be rough. But why... does nothing ever go my way?" Even as I stayed silent, he muttered to himself as if used to it, then lifted the temperature-adjusted showerhead over my clothes. "Stop being so stubborn and talk to me already. I'm the one who's suffering here... Okay? Elias Reyes." Find out who the man is-who stole Elias 's memories and is holding him captive.

On the eve of my wedding, my fiance's first love, Sasha Green, ruined my custom-made wedding dress worth a fortune. The gown split open down the back. I had to crouch down and clutched my chest with both hands to keep myself from being exposed. She stood there holding a pair of scissors, looking at me with an innocent expression. "Anthea, I'm really sorry. I used a little bit too much force, and I accidentally ruined your dress. Please don't blame me." My fiance, Gary Dome, immediately went up to her and took the scissors from her hand. His voice was full of concern for her. "Why would she blame you? You were just trying to help trim some loose threads. If anything, it's her fault for being too fat, stretching the dress until it tore." Still crouching on the floor, I watched the two of them behave intimately. My gaze turned cold. The dress was ruined, and so was my dream. It was time to wake up.

Luna President of a Worldwide Artist Fanclub is being bullied by fellow fans of the artist, will the artist realize whats happening and defend her, or will she be disowned and out on her own! Running a fan club is not for the weak! Will Lunas friends come to the rescue? will Carmelita the artist see whats happening behind her back and on the internet for the world to see!! Can Luna Save herself from the pain of cyberbullying or will she throw everything anyway!!

My dormmate invites me to a college mate's engagement party. I choose an expensive tailor-made gown for the occasion. When I arrive at the hotel, I see several of my former classmates are already there. Everyone looks like they're doing well—they're wearing expensive clothing. Someone is even wearing something from a luxury brand. As soon as I enter the private room, a familiar classmate rolls her eyes at me. "Look at who it is—the woman who was once the most outstanding student in our class. You're dressed so plainly for such an important occasion." Everyone is circled around the classmate who's wearing something from a luxury brand. They ignore me. Only our former class monitor clinks glasses with me and consoles me softly. "It's good enough that you're here. You're dressed plainly, but don't give up. You'll succeed one day." I sip my wine and smile. "My outfit may not be too opulent, but it's an expensive, tailor-made piece. It's 100% handcrafted by a master designer."