Blazing Lotus Healing House

The Underboss, Gio Rocco, told me that during yesterday's hit by a rival clan, my husband, Don Domenico De Luca, and his secretary were caught together in a compromising situation. When our men broke in, the secretary had barely managed to put her clothes back on. I don't want to believe it, but when I enter the conference room and see the delicate, helpless woman in Domenico's arms, it suddenly seems laughable. Anger surges through me, and I storm up to Domenico. He instinctively steps in front of the woman, shielding her. I press my gun against his forehead. "Domenico, let's get a divorce," I say coldly.

A random transmigrator, Rosanna Lacewin, finally gets fed up after living as me, Roxanne Lovelace, for five years. She then ups and leaves this world with her system, leaving behind my extremely spoiled son, Theo Sterling, and my unusually cold husband, Austin Sterling. Before I can even process my thoughts, I suddenly see a barrage of comments flashing before my eyes. "What kind of a disastrous start to a story is this? This is the first time I've ever seen such a stupid transmigrator! She arrived five years earlier, made a huge mess, and now, the original owner has to clean up the mess she left behind!" "That's right. All she had to do was just correct Theo's ways, warm up to Austin, and stop her family from bothering the actual main characters of the story. But she did none of that and only spent all her time enjoying herself and avoiding death!" "Theo's all spoiled now, and Austin is very distant from her. I'm feeling so annoyed just by looking at this family. I wish they'd just die." So, as it turns out, I'm just the cannon fodder in this story plot who dies young, and both my husband and my son will be the main antagonists later on.

สาวงามในบทขับลำนำมีหลายประเภท ที่ได้ยินบ่อยๆ ก็มี สาวงามสร้างชาติ สาวงามล่มอาณาจักร สาวงามอาภัพรัก สาวงามร้อยเล่ห์ อ้อ...ที่ขาดไม่ได้เลย คงจะเป็น สาวงามสู้ชีวิต ถ้าให้ลองจัดประเภท อัยน์นา คงเป็นหญิงงามชื่อแปลกที่ครอบครองตำแหน่งทั้งหมดที่พูดมาแบบเกือบจะเหมาเรียบ ไม่ใช่เพราะเธอสวย ไม่ใช่เพราะเธอดวงดีหรือดวงซวย คุณหนูอัยน์นาคนนี้ได้ทุกตำแหน่งมาครองเพราะเธอ 'เป็นเหยื่อ' ต่างหาก แต่เป็นเหยื่อประเภทที่สามารถเปลี่ยนให้คนที่มั่นใจว่าเธอเป็นเหยื่อ กลายเป็นเหยื่อที่น่าสงสารยิ่งกว่าได้ในชั่วพริบตา นี่คือเรื่องราวของผู้หญิงที่ดูคล้ายซินเดอเรลล่า แต่ดันเป็นซินเดอเรลล่าเจ้าเล่ห์ที่พร้อมจะผลักแม่เลี้ยงกับพี่สาวทั้งสองลงเหวทุกเมื่อ กับ คนที่เป็นเหมือนเจ้าชายอสูร แต่ดันเป็นเจ้าชายอสูรที่หล่อที่สุด สุภาพที่สุด สุขุมที่สุด ดูนิ่งที่สุด แต่ก็เจ้าเล่ห์ที่สุดเท่าที่เคยมีมา เมื่อเจ้าชายอสูรกับซินเดอเรลล่าร้อยเล่ห์มาพบกัน การฟาดฟันระหว่าง "นางเอก" กับ "เจ้าชายอสูร" จึงเป็นเรื่องที่เลี่ยงไม่ได้...แต่ต่อให้เลี่ยงได้ก็คงไม่มีใครยอมเลี่ยงหรอกมั้ง ก็ทั้งคู่ดูจะสนุกกับการฟาดการฟันครั้งนี้มากนี่นา

Two days before Lotus’s wedding with Dylan, Lotus caught Dylan in bed with Aubree, Lotus’s childhood best friend. Filled with fury, Lotus canceled her wedding and angrily released the cheating duo’s s*x video in the wedding hall, shocking everyone Who knew that Dylan would be shameless and go on with marrying Aubree instead of apologizing? As if that wasn't enough, Dylan demanded to cancel his investment in the Meyer company unless Lotus became his mistress In a bid to seek escape from her selfish father and Dylan, Lotus ended up running into a high-end club where she ended up with a spiked dream. The next morning, Lotus woke up to a fierce kick that sent her tumbling down the bed. It turns out she had slept with the richest billionaire genius in the country. What will Lotus do when she finds out that the billionaire is averse to female touch? And he's hellbent on kicking her out?

I woke up inside a novel, and not even as an important character. I became a pretty background extra in a smut novel. My brother, however, was the only normal person in the entire story. His character setting was the one man the soft, delicate heroine could never win over. He was the cold, unattainable Prince Charming she could never conquer. When the heroine cried and confessed her love, he was studying. When she offered him her whole heart and body, he was busy starting a company. When she spiraled into scandals and nightlife, he was already a billionaire, calm and untouchable. I thought he would live a quiet, ascetic life forever. Until one night, I walked in on him at midnight… holding a piece of clothing I recognized all too well, murmuring a name over and over, a name so familiar that my scalp tingled.

The seventh time Claire Fisher bailed on our marriage license appointment, I finally cut her out of my life—for good. From then on, if she was at a party, I wasn't. When she was scheduled to perform at our college's anniversary celebration, I made sure to leave early. The moment my company announced a collaboration with hers, I resigned without a second thought. Even on Christmas Eve, when she showed up at my parents' house with gifts, I slipped out with a half-hearted excuse about "visiting a friend." I blocked her number. Deleted her from my contacts. Burned every bridge and salted the earth behind me. No calls. No texts. No social media. I didn't reach out. She couldn't reach me. Simple as that. For the better part of my life, I was hopelessly in love with her—waiting on her, caring for her, putting her first in every way that mattered. I gave her all of me without ever holding back. But after the seventh time she left me sitting alone at the City Hall, something inside me broke. I was done. If that meant spending the rest of my life alone, so be it. Better that than sitting in an empty apartment, listening to the silence, holding on to hope for someone who never planned to show up.

On the day I entered my contract marriage with Brian Janson, a flood of comments suddenly flashed before my eyes. [No…! The villainess is going to ruin the male lead’s purity!] [The CEO’s first time should belong to the heroine! Shameless woman, get off his waist right now!] [Are they going to do it or not? I’m on a tight schedule.] [Come on, have some loyalty to the main couple!] [If Brian knew he wouldn’t be able to give Quincy the ‘pure, untouched version’ of himself in the future, he’d probably drown in guilt.] Pure, untouched version? Sorry. I was born a villain, and making trouble is what I do best. So while Brianwas drunk, I leaned in without the slightest bit of guilt. The comments exploded again. [It’s over. They look like they’re about to get married for real!] [Am I seeing things? Did the male lead just… smile?]

จากองค์หญิงศักดิ์สิทธิ์ผู้สูงส่ง ตกเป็นนางบำเรอของแม่ทัพที่โหดเหี้ยมต่ำช้า หนิงซิน องค์หญิงองค์รองของแคว้นป๋าย ต้องทุกข์ระทม หลั่งน้ำตาดุจธาราในหน้าฝน ในแต่ละวันถูกกระทำย่ำยีเยี่ยงสัตว์เดรัจฉาน แม้สิ้นสติไปแล้ว บุรุษต่ำช้าที่ใต้หล้าครั่นคร้าม ก็ยังไม่ยอมรามือ ข่มเหงรังแกนางอย่างไม่ปรานีปราศรัย ไม่มีแม้แต่เศษเสี้ยวของความสงสารเห็นใจสักนิด จากสูงส่งเสียดฟ้า กลายเป็นดอกหญ้าให้คนย่ำเล่น หนิงซินที่ตกเป็น 'เชลย' ในมือศัตรูที่ร้ายกาจที่สุด จะเอาตัวรอดอย่างไรไหว...

After Nathan Seville stands me up for the seventh time we're supposed to register our marriage, I finally cut all ties with him—completely and on my own terms. If he shows up at a gathering, I don't go. If he's invited to perform at the college anniversary, I leave early. The moment my company decides to work with him, I resign on the spot. Even on Christmas Eve, when he shows up at my house with gifts, I make up an excuse about needing to visit someone. Calls? Blocked. Socials? Deleted. My strategy is simple—cut it all off. I don't reach out, and he has no way of finding me. For the first 30 years of my life, I spent most of it loving him with everything I had. I cared for him, supported him, and waited for him. But after being left hanging for the seventh time at the City Hall, I finally wake up. I don't want to live like this anymore. Even if I end up alone, it's still better than spending night after night waiting in an empty house that never feels like home!

The aloof CEO and his childhood sweetheart bring the tragic novel's female lead to an orphanage to adopt a child. All the children pounce on the childhood sweetheart, saying, "Mommy, pick me! Pick me!" The viewers' comments come flooding in. "She can't birth her own child, and now even the orphans don't want her. The tragic female lead is truly pitiful, humiliated by both her husband and his childhood sweetheart!" "The childhood sweetheart keeps winning—spoiled by the CEO, and the orphans scramble to call her 'Mom.' The female lead is nothing but a piece of decor." "It's not tragic enough! Make her even more miserable! It's even better if she cries on the spot so that later, when the CEO recalls this scene, he'll have to work double time to win his wife back!" I glare at the comments, feeling so mad that my short legs push me forward, landing me right in front of the ignored female lead. I tug at her sleeve. "Missy, can you make stew?" The female lead freezes up. "I… I can." My eyes light up with joy. "That's it then! That's exactly what I love. I'll go with you!"