Forty-seventh

This is the seventh year of my arranged marriage to Frank Jackson, yet he is constantly seeing other women. Because of that, I become known in our circle as the ever-tolerant wife. Everyone is watching and waiting to see when a mistress will finally replace me. But when I unexpectedly get pregnant, I hear a furious voice screaming at me from my belly in my mind. "Mommy, are you some holy saint? In your past life, you kept tolerating everything. That was exactly why my scumbag dad's mistress drove you out and left you for dead on the streets! "That vile woman is practically trampling all over you. How can you not fight back? Slap her! While you're at it, give my fool of a dad a good slap, too! The more you tolerate, the more people push their luck. You need to stand up for yourself and divorce that scumbag!" I swallow nervously, but my hand is already itching to act. Maybe I should try doing what the baby says...

Trigger Warning : Talks about mental  health issues, but not limited to  depression, anxiety, panic attacks, body shaming. Bloodshed. Detailed Explicit Scenes, Gore, And Rape.  Unimaginable things happen behind the curtains. Billionaire Monique Jenkins has her whole life planned.  Graduate from college with a first class before the age of twenty-five -  ✅ Become an independent business woman before the age of thirty - ✅ Become a billionaire before the age of thirty-five- ✅ Get pregnant, and have a child at the age of forty if she isn't married - ❌ One thing she doesn't plan is for her father, the King of England, to die a few days after she turned thirty-six.  As tradition demands, she has to come in and takeover--that also isn't planned.  She hates everything about the country except the hot cook she employed that she's gradually falling for!  Marcus Blacksmith is all the words to describe hardworking. When the news spread that the soon-to-be Queen of England will be hiring new staff, he takes the chance. He does not expect to expect life on a different level with his boss. Obstacles come in their way, but there is nothing Marcus isn't willing to do for the woman who has his heart. 

Selene’s life is shattered when her younger sister announces she’s pregnant—and marrying the very man Selene thought she’d spend the rest of her life with. In her family’s cruel tradition, the elder daughter must marry first, leaving Selene with an ultimatum: find a husband in seven days or be forced to marry an imbecile of their choosing. Desperate and heartbroken, Selene confides in an elderly man at her workplace, who jokingly offers his mysterious grandson as a solution. Thinking it’s just a lighthearted moment, Selene agrees—but the next morning, extravagant gifts start arriving with a serious proposal. With the deadline looming and no sign of her mysterious suitor, Selene fears the worst. But on the seventh day, a sleek luxury car pulls up, and the man she never expected steps out, claiming her as his wife. What began as a desperate joke turns into a marriage she never imagined—one filled with power, secrets, and a man more dangerous and captivating than she ever dreamed.

Hindi ko alam pero parang napag iiwanan na yata ako ng panahon, sabi ng iba kaylangan ko na daw mag pakasal at mag karoon ng sarili kong pamilya, kasi daw hindi nako pabata pa. Bakit ika babata ko ba pag nag karon ako ng asawa't anak? "Khrizxxianna you need to have your own Family, darling," "Mom, I'm not on to that hindi ko kaya saka hindi madali ang gusto mo," "Mag blind date ka, may kilala akong anak ng mare ko na pwede mong maging asawa.' "No way Mom!, ayoko ng mga idea mo!" pasigaw kong sabi kay mommy. "Khrizxxianna you're turning forty this year and you should get married," sabi pa nito sa akin sabay inum ng hawak nyang baso na may laman na wine. "No, Mom I hate marriage, I just want to have a child that's it," and I just look at the pouring rain outside of the window. _SUNGYONGSOO15_

It's my seventh anniversary with Chase McGregor. I hide in his car's trunk while holding a pregnancy report. In my other hand, I hold a limited-edition watch that I've prepared for him. I want to surprise him and tell him we're about to have a child. To my surprise, I hear something that devastates me. "Chase, you're not really going to marry Daphne, are you? Lucille Gervais wants to marry you. As long as you do that, the North Sea's shipping routes, cargo operations, and drug trade will come under your control." "Help me set up a date with her. I'll break up with Daphne." My breathing hitches. I want to hear Chase object to this or show even the slightest bit of hesitation, but none of it comes. The pregnancy report slips from my fingers. I once thought he would be the father of my children; I thought we would have a happy family together. Now, my dream has been shattered.

Azura wasn't just any human, she was the keeper of the Dragon Stone. Her entire life, she always thought she was different, but it wasn't until the day she met Cyran, who happened to be a Dragon King, that she realized how different she really was. On the day she met Cyran, she was kidnapped and nearly killed, until the man she just met turned out to be her savior. Not only that, but she learns that the fantasy novels that she writes are real. For a moment, she believes she can return to her life, but then right after being kidnapped, she is held as a prisoner at Cyran's house. There she learns the truth about her origins and that she is fated to be Cyran's mate. More than that, she learns that she has been reborn, after dying a tragic death forty years ago. It is bad enough that her so-called mate wants to keep her but also looks like half the time he wants to kill her. In her memories lies the key to keeping history from repeating itself. Will she be able to remember her past before it is too late? Will Cyran be able to look past the mate he lost and fall in love with the new version of his mate? Or will tragedy repeat itself?

From first crush to wedding vows, George Capulet and I had been inseparable. But in our seventh year of marriage, he began an affair with his secretary. On my birthday, he took her on vacation. On our anniversary, he brought her to our home and made love to her in our bed... Heartbroken, I tricked him into signing divorce papers. George remained unconcerned, convinced I would never leave him. His deceptions continued until the day the divorce was finalized. I threw the papers in his face: "George Capulet, from this moment on, get out of my life!" Only then did panic flood his eyes as he begged me to stay. When his calls bombarded my phone later that night, it wasn't me who answered, but my new boyfriend Julian. "Don't you know," Julian chuckled into the receiver, "that a proper ex-boyfriend should be as quiet as the dead?" George seethed through gritted teeth: "Put her on the phone!" "I'm afraid that's impossible." Julian dropped a gentle kiss on my sleeping form nestled against him. "She's exhausted. She just fell asleep."

Humanity died, and she was the last of them. Zarah Winters was on the verge of death after killing the sixth prince of hell. The seventh prince, a cunning and deceitful individual, did not want her to die because it would deprive him of his source of entertainment — her. Verphegor, as the demon introduced himself, offered her a deal. He would send her back to the past, where she could keep all her memories of this time and use them to change the future. Zarah comes from a line of hunters. Hunters have a variety of abilities that aid them in combating demons. Zarah had no idea she had a talent in her past, which caused her to drop out of the academy. During the apocalypse, however, she discovers that she is a siphon, a person who steals the strength and abilities of demons in exchange for killing them. With that kind of power laying dormant and with growing potential, she agreed to gamble on the demon’s offer. But with Verphegor being a prince of Hell, can she really trust the prince? Moreover, upon learning of her powers at an early stage, can she use them for humanity’s advantage?

I suffer from a hereditary form of amnesia. By the time I found out, I had only seven days left. On the first day, I found my boyfriend had fallen for my younger twin sister. With a bitter smile, I suggested we break up. On the second day, my most treasured Lego set was smashed by my sister. Everyone laughed at me, saying I was disgraceful, unworthy of being a daughter of the Fleming family. On the fourth day, I forgot that my sister was allergic to mangoes. She ended up in the hospital, and my parents glared at me with resentment. Even my ex-boyfriend accused me of being heartless. On the seventh day, I woke up in a hospital bed to see my father walking in with a stern expression. He demanded that I quit my job and devote myself entirely to taking care of the family, as nothing more than a housekeeper. But I only looked at them in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?” When they realized I had truly lost my memory, they lost their minds.

Beta Max and I were at the Civil Affairs Bureau, ready to register our marriage. We were just waiting to take the final photo when he got a phone call and left. He abandoned me right there at the marriage registration office, leaving me stuck in an impossible situation. I called him—no answer. I messaged him—no reply. In the end, I had no choice but to call his childhood sweetheart’s number. Beta Max answered. “Louis, can you stop being so annoying? Grace twisted her ankle—I need to take care of her today. Stop calling and waking her up. We’ll reschedule the registration.” I bit my lip and murmured into the phone, “This makes it the seventh time we’ve rescheduled.” “So what? The Civil Affairs Bureau isn’t going anywhere—it’s not like it’s going to disappear!” My face was blank, but it felt like my heart was being carved open. A staff member looked at me with pity and asked, “Alpha Louis, are we still doing this?” I gave a small nod. “Yes. Let’s go through with it.”