Death By A Thousand Cuts

Kristen Rose never meant to marry billionaire Max Ethan Anderson. But fate and a cruel twist placed her at the altar. On what was supposed to be Max and Lena’s wedding day, Lena ran off for selfish reasons. When her plan backfired, she returned, accusing Kristen of kidnapping her. In truth, it was Lena who tricked Kristen into wearing her wedding gown and walking down that aisle. Max found out the truth right there on the stage right before the kiss. But instead of stopping the ceremony, he masked his fury. After the wedding, he gave Kristen a cold deal.... Twenty days to divorce Twenty days with a man who resents her for everything she never meant to do. But what Max didn’t expect was Kristen’s heart to be so real. And what Kristen didn’t expect was to start falling for the man behind the icy glare. Just when hope begins to bloom, Max shatters it all. He marries Lena instead, telling the world he’d never choose a "low-life" like Kristen even though he loved her more than anything. Lena, now his wife, sees Kristen as a threat. And she’ll do anything to erase her permanently. When tragedy strikes, the world believes Kristen is dead. Until she returns. Stronger. Smarter. Fearless. And this time, she’s not alone. Kristen is now teaming up with Max’s most powerful enemy. And Max never saw it coming.

In a room full of people, it feels we're discrete. We feel as if we've been left behind amid a crowd of figures. What does it mean to be one of them? To be a part of the circle? We're living in their eyes, yet we do not exist in their world. We're like a spark but no blaze because we think differently. Themis Lex Pravitel, tenacious in pursuing her goals, will go to any length to get that Attorney in front of her name. She is preparing, in the courtroom. Emperor Nezoi Palmadez, a Surgeon, embodies the serious yet amusing man, and whatever he wants, he gets it. He is getting ready in the operating room. They've been playing by the Universe countless times until they found themselves serving the same land. Will they listen to their heartbeats on a stethoscope? Or top-even to their mind speaks on a scale.

She froze, breath caught, facing the storm in his delinquent brown eyes. He leaned over her, hands gripping the rail, boxing her in. The air was thick, too heavy to breathe. Her gaze locked on his—unwilling, yet unable, to look away. The closer he leaned, the harder her heart pounded. She bit her lip, nerves twitching. No matter how far she ran, he always found her. “Why do you keep chasing me?” she asked, barely above a whisper. Her voice trembled, as if volume might shatter her. He didn’t answer. Silence roared between them. His stare—cold, unreadable—never left her face. “Do you like me?” she pressed, ignoring the disinterest in his eyes. She needed something. He gave a soft tut, then brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, twirling it lazily. The touch was light, but his closeness made her pulse race. “‘Like’ is a bit heavy, Tinkerbell,” he murmured, voice low and indifferent. The nickname slipped out like smoke—mocking, yet oddly tender. He leaned in, close enough for her to feel his heat. Close enough to unravel her. But his eyes stayed dark. Empty. She swallowed hard, unsure what hid behind them. “It’s strange,” he added, voice softer now. “But you’re the first woman I’ve ever aknowledged as a lady, Snow White.” — She was the good girl. Quiet. Overlooked. Her life, a shadow. No warmth. No safety. For a moment, she thought she’d found love—someone who saw her. Someone worth clinging to. But he broke her. When he left, he took her love—and her self-worth. She hated herself after that. Then she started to rebuild. And that’s when Zachary Gonzalez appeared. Mysterious. Magnetic. Dangerous. Everything she shouldn’t want.

In a cruel place where there's no room for failure because failure means blood and death. The challenge is simple. Survive and escape the claws of your doom. The race against death's door begins once you enter the door...

My mother claims my husband has cheated on me and pushes me to get a divorce. I want to collect evidence before proceeding with anything—if it's true, I have to uphold my rights. Yet she causes a scene at an art exhibition I've worked on for three years, humiliating me in public and making me sound like a gold digger. "How are you any different from a prostitute when you're holding this dumb exhibition with a man's money? I didn't raise you to be a gold digger! How can you be so revolting?" She slashes the million-dollar paintings in the exhibition, claiming that she's doing this for my good. She wants me to see the error of my ways and return to the right path. Meanwhile, I clutch my bloody hand, which she slashed with her blade. I say, "You say you want me to return to the right path, but is that what it really is? You want me to divorce my legally wedded husband, who's a CEO, without a penny to my name. "Then, you want me to marry a 45-year-old cheap man who has a child and no money? He even wants me to support him!"

Celestine Smith thought there was no hope for a better future after losing everything in marriage until the Alpha divorced her. Celestine took advantage of the opportunity to rise when everyone anticipated her crumbling into dust. Without the marriage binding her rights, she reclaims everything that is hers. But she must pay the price. "Let's make a deal," he adds, a deadly look on his face. "I'll get you out of this place. "What's in it for you?" Celestine asks as the man in front of her laughs. "I need to know what you want in exchange for helping me." "You." His brief response shoots lightning bolts through her body. "I want you," he says again. Celestine exhales deeply. "We have a deal."

When I was six, I spilled hot water, slipped, and burned my face. My face was ruined. My parents learned their lesson and never let my younger sister do housework. To everyone they met, they praised her beauty, her charm. They turned to me with nothing but disdain. When I was ten, I had a high fever. They didn't think much of it and let it drag on until my brain was damaged, leaving me slow and dull. They learned their lesson again. From then on, if my sister so much as coughed, they would rush her to the hospital in the dead of night, showering her with care. I was like a failed experiment. Every mistake they made with me, they corrected for her. I was ugly, silent, dim-witted, unwanted. She was beautiful, sweet-talking, clever, adored by all. When I was diagnosed with depression, I gathered what little courage I had and told them. Mom lashed out, called me sick in the head, and accused me of being petty. If I was so capable, she said, I might as well die. It wasn't until my sister pushed me off a high-rise that they found out, by sheer accident, that she wasn't their child at all. I was their one and only biological child.

“I’m s-sorry *hiccup* I won’t try to run again *hiccup*” Kayla pleaded when she saw him coming towards her like a grim reaper. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as he closed the last of the distance between them, backing her into a corner of the room. She closed her eyes and covered them with her palm, unable to endure his dark gaze. He curled his fingers around her arms and pulled them back, but a frown set on his face when he saw that her eyes were still closed. “Look at me Kayla...” he demanded, his voice thick with the need to see her golden-brown orbs. He let go of her hands and cupped her face. “Open your eyes...” he tried a little gently this time. Kayla ever so slowly lifted her eye lids, giving him the sight that he had been deprived of. A rare smile flitted on his lips when his eyes collided with the most stunning pair of pearls that adored the girl that he had become obsessed with. “Will you *hiccup* p-punish me?” she asked. “For what you did, you deserve a punishment. Don’t you think so, Malyshka?” he smirked as he caressed her bottom lip with his thumb. Even even before she could say another word, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, gaining a surprised yelp from her. “W-what are you *hiccup* doing!?” she felt scandalized to be hanging upside down on his muscular torso. “You’ll find out soon enough” he stated coldly and strode towards the bed. And upon reaching it, he transferred her onto the mattress. “And now for the punishment...” he muttered as he leaned onto the bed and hovered above her, sending a cold shiver down her spine.

Rossie was always the quiet one, the stick-to-the-rules person who doesn't go against her parents, and a very understanding girlfriend. She was all that until one night she decided on one shot. That one shot turned into a couple more, allowing her to carelessly say "I do" to a man she just met.

"Run Athena, Run!" the arrogant voice I can hear all over the place. "Or else I devour you. Make you mine. Only Mine. I don't care if you don't love me back. You have no choice. I choose you to be mine!" I run but only the monster voice approaching me. I scream for a help but only his demonic laugh I can hear. Until I stumble. I am about to raise again in my foot but as I lifted my gazed, he was standing in front of me. "I have three words for you. This is only your option. COME WITH ME." @Death Wish Cover is not mine, all respect and praise to the owner. You may also read my other novels: Taming the Dangerous CEO The Devilish Billionaire Fated to Marry the Devil Thank you so much and Enjoy!