Death Eater Harry Potter

My sister pulled a knife during a robbery attempt, and we got into a brutal fight. My mom, an auxiliary police officer, arrived at the scene but totally ignored my injury. As I lay in a pool of blood, begging for help, she just cradled my sister and yelled at me, "You're so desperate for attention that you'd hurt your sister? How did I raise a heartless monster like you?" She branded me as the aggressor, ignored my pleas, and rushed my sister, who had mere scratches, to the hospital. I was left alone to die miserably in that deserted alley. When the news of my death arrived, my mother dismissed it as another one of my lies, pointing at my body and demanding I get up to apologize to my sister.

While my corpse was rotting in the morgue, my fiancé, Ron Corleone, was comforting my murderer. Lisa Corleone sobbed as she said, “After we were kidnapped and brought here, Wendy disappeared. We don’t know if she managed to escape. It was all my fault. If I hadn’t insisted on going out with Wendy…” Ron’s face was ice cold. “The future mistress of the Corleone family actually abandoned my sister and fled on her own. If she dares to come back, I’ll break her arms and legs and turn her into a maggot that only deserves to live in the dark!” In fact, I did die in some random corner with my limbs broken. The truth about my death made Ron, who had vowed to make me regret my existence, crazy.

My husband, a surgeon, committed a fatal error during surgery. In despair at the loss of his patient's life, he chose the ultimate escape via sleeping pills on the very same night. By the time I reached his side, his ice-cold body was already being carted into the morgue. His death set the beginning of my tragedy. The patient's family, consumed by grief and rage, turned their wrath on me. Their cruel vengeance eventually took my life. As my spirit left me, I came to witness a shocking revelation. My supposedly dead husband was, in truth, alive and well! While I suffered, he enjoyed a life of luxury with his mistress and his new family. He had it all—sleek fancy cars, a stately mansion, and a mountain of wealth. The discovery burned me with rage. So furious I was, I couldn't rest in peace. When I opened my eyes again, I awoke not in the afterlife, but on the day my husband faked his death. I had returned…

On the third day after my death, my body was sent to the police station in different packages. Jonathan Walsh, my husband, and Frank Stone, my junior at work, saw my corpse and frowned. “If only Elena were here, she would have been able to find some clues.” Frank sighed as he stared at my horribly mangled remains. “Don’t mention her. She’s not even worthy of being a forensic scientist!” I stared at my husband with a conflicted look. He analyzed each part of my body and deduced the manner of my death with familiar ease. “The murderer is a monster…” Frank’s face turned pale, and he sighed again. Jonathan calmly used all that I had taught him and perfectly pieced out the entire process of my death based on the clues from my dismembered body. I could not help but feel proud. Unfortunately, he was still a little off the mark. He did not manage to figure out that this body belonged to me, his wife.

Three days after his first love Mandy's death, my husband locked me in a steel cage and sank me into the ocean. "You vicious woman," he spat. "Stay here and repent to Mandy!" He didn't know I carried his child. I thrust the pregnancy confirmation toward him, but he walked away without a backward glance. Yet when he later saw my corpse—bloated and decomposing in the seawater—he went insane.

One week after my death, my husband, Christopher Ford, was making love on our bed with his one true love. His face showed pure satisfaction. "Finally, I don’t have to deal with that bar hostess anymore." Later, he held my belongings, weeping with regret. "Phoebe, why haven’t you come back?" It seemed he had forgotten that he had already pushed me to my death that night. I was forced to donate my bone marrow to his one true love, and I died, along with our unborn child.

Emelia MyCray is a naive, innocent young lady who has always dreamed of fairytale love. Her dream shatters when she finds her fiance in bed with another woman a night before their wedding. Heartbroken and devastated, she drowns herself in alcohol only to accidentally crash into a luxurious car owned by billionaire CEO –Isaiah Lyon. Isaiah Lyon, billionaire CEO of the Lyon Enterprise, the biggest organization in all of Mexico and a ruthless leader of an underground empire. A cold and ruthless man who has no interest in love whatsoever, a man only got into a contract relationship for the sake of his public standing. Determined to get her back at her fiance ,Emelia MyCray requests to be Isaiah's contracted girlfriend. But Isaiah has one rule ; no love or affection Emilia MyCray, a naive innocent young lady and Isaiah Lyon, a cold ruthless man. What happens when these two worlds collide? Will Isaiah teach innocent, naive Jane into his cold ruthless world of pleasure or will Emelia show him the joy of simple things life has to offer?

"Sign this, honey!" Grace said, rubbing her husband's head, the words clipped. She couldn't wait to run for her dear life, but first, she needed to run from him as fast as her legs would take her. It didn't matter that she was scared of the outcome, but she needed to run first, and she needed it fast. Finally, after she had gotten him to sign it, she did what she had been meaning to since forever, without looking back. A few days later, she was able to do just that, without problem because her now ex-husband had traveled out of the country, but now, it was left to her to stay hidden, if she wanted to enjoy her freedom.

Introducing "The Contract to Find the Billionaire's Lover" Matt is thrown into a tumultuous journey of love and loss following his father's untimely demise. In a twisted turn of events, his stepmother Cathrine manipulates him into a marriage with Angela, solely for her own gains. But Matt, a billionaire with a will of steel, resolutely refuses. Angela, cunningly advised by Matt's stepmother, sets a trap for the billionaire by enticing the newly appointed maid, Kate, into a contract as a spy. Her mission? Uncover Matt's true love and to enable them destroy their relationship. Unbeknownst to Kate, this contract holds deadly consequences, but the truth gradually dawns on her. As Matt confides in the maid, revealing his heart's desire to reunite with his childhood sweetheart and continue their love story, Kate realizes that she is the very person he seeks—the one true love he longs to reconnect with. The burning question arises: Will Kate deny her true identity, pretending ignorance, and spare herself from a dangerous fate? Furthermore, what will the billionaire do if he too discovers that Kate is his childhood friend and lover? Will their shared history ignite a flame that cannot be extinguished? As the truth about the contract unfolds, what actions will the billionaire take? Will he be able to defy fate and protect his newfound love? Join us on an emotional rollercoaster as we delve into "The Contract to Find the Billionaire's Lover."

To the outside world, Xavier Sullivan and I are a loving couple. In truth, my father sold me to him to repay the debt he owes the Sullivan family. When the five-year contract expires, Xavier's parents want me to extend it. They threaten me and tell me I'm heading for certain death if I refuse. I have no choice but to fake my death and leave everything behind, taking only the child in my belly with me.