Beneath Her Mercy Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

“She is my blood. My heir. You will not keep her from me one more hour.” I squeezed my eyes shut. My heart felt like it was tearing in two. Part of me wanted to fight, to scream, to run. But the bigger part — the exhausted, desperate mother — knew Sienna needed the kind of help only Alessandro could provide. Surgery. Safety. A future. With trembling fingers, I reached for my phone on the nearby console table. “Let me call her first,” I begged softly. “She needs to hear my voice. Please.” Alessandro watched me carefully but gave a single nod.

In that instant, the neighbors who had gathered around from nearby to watch the drama all showed a fascinating mix of expressions on their faces. "I know, right? Does she honestly think we've never seen a sick person? She's glowing with health and jumping around just fine. How does she look terminally ill?" "Do you still not get it? She did all this just to get into that man's family!" "How shameless of her! How could she even come up with a trick like that to move up in the world? She really is shameless and unstoppable!"

she murmurs, barely audible. The memory rushes back vividly. She might have forgotten the weight of her words, but I haven’t. I remember her face, pale with fear, and the desperation in her voice as she begged me to let her live. She could’ve been dead with her friend, left to rot where I found them, but I spared her. My choice. My mercy. And this is how she repays me?

She muttered softly and my interest piqued I blinked. Okay. So this was happening. Kailee Bennett—Miss I-Hate-Your-Guts—was standing in front of me asking for my help. My brain short-circuited for half a second. Did she just say she needed me? My lips twitched. I leaned back on my elbows, pretending like my insides weren’t throwing a damn party. “Say that again?” I said, arching a brow. “Slower this time. I wanna savor it.”

She raised her hands in prayer, palms pressed together at her chest and closed her eyes to voice her heartfelt plea. “If the heavens are listening, I, Peng Lu Xian, ask only that Yin Yue finds happiness with the woman he loves most and that they overcome every obstacle together.” With that, she walked away, not glancing back. Her body had grown increasingly frail as her illness worsened. Although the doctors had told, them she still had time left, she could not be sure how much longer that would be.

she said hurriedly. "Wang Li deserved to be punished. Wang Li begs first young master for mercy" she added bowing again. "keep kneeling here for another hour repenting for your mistakes. Remember, not to offend my little brother ever again with your carelessness and get caught by me" Heaving a sigh of relief, she bowed in front of Wang Shu, the first young master. "This servant thanks first young master for his kindness" Yin Yue could see the pair of shoes which were in front of her, turned and started to go away. After a moment she elevated her head only to see the backside of a tall figure, who wore an azure coloured dress going far away.

It was obvious from her reaction that she really wants to kill Jin. Felix walked over in front of Judith then took Judith's hands, and said, "Don't worry honey, I assure you, that will happen." Judith said thank you honey, then hugged her husband, Felix Garret. Devora just looked at them from the small space of her hair that covered her face, pity her master, Jin. - At Haremlap Village. Bianca has already healed Jin's wound with her spiritual power and healing ability, "There! The wound is closed!" Bianca smiled.

Her expression twisted into something ugly, her patience snapping. Without hesitation, she grabbed a glass of red wine and dumped it on me. But that wasn't enough. She picked up handfuls of meat from her plate and hurled them at me. Within seconds, my hair and clothes were completely soaked—wine, broth, and oil staining every inch of fabric. Not a single clean spot remained.

The idea of losing her, of waking up one day to find her cold and still, stolen away by her demons…it’s a terror that threatens to consume me. The sound of the bathroom door opening pulls me back to the present, and I look up to see Mercy stepping out, her damp hair hanging around her shoulders, her skin pink from the heat of the shower. Wordlessly, she moves to the foot of the bed where I laid out her clothes and dresses, her movements slow and heavy.

Susan shook her head, for no matter how powerful she was, she couldn’t read Mercy. “These bad people may never read about us,” Mercy added. “I subject myself to flames, and torture, and from the start, it always makes me laugh because, in the end, I’ll only watch myself heal. Nothing can destroy me. Nothing. Unless God of course.” Mercy returned her gaze to the west. For so long, Susan had silently been in search of Mercy. She never told anyone, but the ageless little girl had been a figure even history couldn’t keep track of. She had called Mercy here, and somehow, Mercy had answered.