Blame Mangadex Novels & Stories

Jeanne Blanchard’s world shatters after the loss of her first child. As grief consumes her, so does the growing distance between her and her husband, Edgar De Villiers. Once loving and devoted, Edgar now barely acknowledges her, and the weight of blame from those around her becomes unbearable. On their fifth anniversary, when Edgar doesn’t even show up, Jeanne knows—his love is gone. Then, by chance, she meets Hector Éclair. Charming, attentive, and everything Edgar no longer is, Hector becomes the light in Jeanne’s darkness. With him, she rediscovers warmth, passion, and the love she craves. When she learns she is pregnant, she leaves Edgar behind—only for him to realize, too late, what he has lost. But Jeanne’s new beginning comes with a dangerous twist. The man who healed her heart is not just any man—he’s a ruthless mafia lord. And while Edgar, a dedicated policeman, may have failed her in love, he will not fail in his duty. Now, Jeanne is caught between two powerful men—one who let her slip away, and one who may never let her go.

Victoria Addam comes to Ruthner's house as her father's debt repayments, but her master, Helio Ruthner, suddenly gives her a proposal to be his woman. Victoria rejects it, of course. But she doesn't know that it will be her way to go down after Helio makes her the lowest maid of the house and makes her live a living hell. There's something wrong with Helio and Victoria always feels a danger as long as she stays there. So, she decides to run away, goes back to her home, and asks for help. But the painful truth greets her when she learns that she is sold to the Ruthner's house by her father, and her boyfriend is cheating with Victoria's beloved sister. Victoria falls to the bottom rock, but Helio comes to her and offers her help for revenge. And crazily, Victoria accepts the offer. “Be my woman, and you will easily avenge them all. As a pay, don't blame me if I make your life a living hell.” “There's something wrong with you, I guess, and you've made my life like hell. But I don't care about it anymore, so lend me your help, make me your woman.”

I was suffering from period cramps, so I ordered some painkillers. I asked for a woman to deliver my painkillers to me, but a drunken man came over instead. This time, I did not call my brothers for help. I called the police instead. In the past, not only did my brothers send all of their bodyguards to me, but they also rushed back. In the process, they ended up missing the theater performance of our adopted sister, Gloria. Gloria was sad and grabbed a prop to stab herself. My brothers comforted me. “Don’t blame yourself for it. At the very least, you’re safe.” But, right after, they arranged my kidnapping and gave me over to a group of drunkards. “That was just a drunkard. You could have just chased him out. Did you have to call us? Look! Gloria’s dead now! You’re not getting out of this alive either!” When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the time when the drunkard was knocking on the door. This time, I did not call them, and my brothers got to watch Gloria’s theater performance and cheered her on. But once the performance ended, they regretted it.

The property manager, driven by greed for kickbacks, rallied the residents to dig a deeper underground parking garage for profit. But as a geologist with a decade of experience, I saw the danger immediately: a high-pressure underground river lay beneath our community. Any construction would cause the entire building to collapse. In my previous life, I went door to door, warning the residents of the risks, only to be dismissed as a lunatic. Desperate, I alerted the authorities, halting the project and averting disaster. But the property manager turned the blame on me. "That meddling geologist! She's jealous of our wealth and sabotaged our chance to get rich!" Incited, the residents mobbed my home. In the chaos, the property manager grabbed my son and ran to the balcony, letting him fall from the tenth floor. The residents, in unison, lied to the police, claiming my son had been playing and slipped. My family ruined, I succumbed to despair and took my own life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at that fateful homeowners' meeting. This time, as the property manager pushed for the excavation, I stood up and clapped. "Neville is right. Not only should we dig, we should dig deeper. Let's do it all at once and get rich together!"

In the glittering world of New York’s elite, Genevieve Vaughn once believed her marriage to billionaire Desmond Vaughn could become something real. Born from a scandal and sealed by family obligation, their union started as duty—but for a fleeting moment, it felt like love. Until the blame for their childless marriage slowly poisoned everything. Shunned by her husband and his powerful family, Genevieve watched Desmond grow cold and distant. Then came the ultimate betrayal: his pregnant mistress, Olive, whom he planned to install as his second wife. On what should have been their anniversary, Genevieve is banished from the lavish celebration while Desmond publicly claims Olive across town. Humiliated and heartbroken, she quietly erases every trace of herself from their mansion, ready to disappear forever. But when a relentless reporter corners her for a statement, Genevieve makes a shocking decision. In one calm, devastating sentence, she announces their divorce to the world—turning her pain into headlines. As the news explodes across the city, Desmond abandons his triumphant night and races home… only to find his wife gone. She walked away. And this time, she’s not looking back. You Lost Me, Desmond Vaughn.

At yet another family gathering, Kirsten Weber's male assistant, Jordan Steele, is sitting in the seat that should be mine. I ask Kirsten, "He's sitting in the host's seat. Don't you have anything to say about that?" Kirsten shoots back impatiently, "Since you showed up late, don't blame someone else for taking your seat. There's an empty seat next to it. You can take it if you want. If you don't want it, then get out." I am about to speak when her inner thoughts suddenly flood into my mind. She is saying inwardly, "Honey, get angry already. Tell me you need me. Tell me you have to sit beside me. Prove that you love me. That's the only way I'll feel secure." This time, I do not give Kirsten what her heart desires. Instead, I lower my head and slowly remove my wedding ring. Calmly, I say, "Since you won't even save the seat for the man of the house, I suppose you don't need me anymore. Let's get a divorce, Kirsten."

Warning: SPG⚠️ Trigger: Che@ting, PT$D, S€lf-harm, St@lking, Kidn@pping, Too much dr@ma Type of Main Lead: Antagonist/Protagonist Blurb: Elyana Begum's husband, Lucas Wilhelm, makes her believe she is to blame for their failing marriage. We she caught him and another woman making out inside the bedroom of their resthouse given to her as a gift for their wedding anniversary, Lucas used the reason his wife couldn't give him a child that's why he did it—pushing Elyana to file for divorce to completely cut ties with him. Betrayed and heartbroken, she left England for good without knowing the truth of her husband's infidelity. She found shelter on the side of her childhood best friend, Felipe, a.k.a. Felicity. Handsome, successful matchmaker who labeled himself gay and had no interest in women. As Elyana spends time with him day and night, she eventually feels her heart pounding harshly when Felipe is close. His gentleness towards her and how much he cares makes her want to be with him more often; however, Lucas' sudden appearance, bringing up the truth to take her back, puts Elyana's heart into turmoil.

My father died in the line of duty during a confidential assignment and received the highest national honor. I retrieved his ashes and escorted him home for burial. As soon as I reached the entrance of the residential area, I collided with a woman. The urn fell to the ground and injured her dog. In the next second, her palm struck my face. “You lunatic, you killed my dog! Can you afford to pay with your worthless life? Hand over the urn while kneeling so my dog can rest in peace!” I stood there in shock. Her dog had run into me without a leash, yet she tried to blame me. “There are security cameras here. Call the police if there is no other way. The box holds my father’s ashes. Watch your mouth.” The woman laughed as if she had heard the biggest joke. “He is a nobody. My dog was flown in from France. Can you afford to compensate me? If you know what is good for you, hand over the urn. My hubby is Ethan Stanford, the heir to Stanford Group. Can you afford to offend me?” I froze. I had no idea my husband had another wife.

Recovering from a rough relationship and a week of ice cream, Leslie King has new priorities in place for herself. Being a publicist for the billionaire entrepreneur Garret Harrison, she figures she has more important things to worry about than a man clouding her thoughts. That is until Sebastian comes along. Arrogant, selfish and unbelievably gorgeous, Sebastian has his mind set on partying until the day is gone and sleeping with as many women he pleases. After all, being the son of Garret Harrison and the heir to the Harrison empire, who could blame him? But what if it is time for a new era to begin for Sebastian? An era of responsibility and morality, the two things he despises the most? To both of their misfortune, their opposite lives soon intertwine as Leslie is given the task to turn the tabloid plastered playboy into a man fit enough to take over an internationally successful company, and Garret figures three months at Sebastian's mother's manor in Tennessee will assist in the process. Leslie has everything planned out and is ready to tackle the task. However, there are more to the Harrison's than she sees in Forbes and hears from her boss, and staying with the Harrison's for such a long period of time will bring everything to light.

My life had escalated to an unimaginable point. I was pregnant with a child who possessed powers beyond my understanding, a child of a man who was supposed to be my mate's enemy. And now, I was on the run dependent on a stranger. I knew I wouldn't survive out there alone, especially with a child on the way. And going back to Claus, to his lies and his betrayals was no longer an option. The thought made me sick. "So," he asked, his voice breaking the silence, "will you come with me? Or will you go back to Claus? If you decide to go back to him, I wouldn't blame you." His eyes held a gentle understanding, an absence of judgment that was both surprising and comforting. "But for now, I need to know. Do you trust me?" I looked at him, truly looked at him. The man who had unknowingly marked me, the man who had brought me solace in my darkest hour and the man who was now offering me a future, however uncertain. He was a stranger yet he felt more like a sanctuary than Claus ever had. "I'll come with you," I said, my voice barely a whisper, but firm with a newfound resolve.