I Dont Want To Be Empress

On the day of my wedding to Elliot Wendell, a fake heiress committed suicide. In the second year of our marriage, we ended up enemies. He hated me, the true heiress, for returning and causing Celeste Dent’s death. I hated him for loving the woman who had taken my place as an heiress for twenty years. During the ten years of our marriage, we fought each other with vicious words and wished for the other to die. Then, there was an earthquake, and he shielded me beneath him. He protected me with his back. The building collapsed, and he ended up a mangled and bloody corpse. As he lay dying, he whispered into my ear, “If I had known that she would die, I would’ve never taken you home.” “If we ever meet again, it would be better if I were your only family.” In the end, I still died in the secondary quakes. When I opened my eyes again, I found that I had gone back in time. It was the day when he brought me to the Dent family to regain my rightful place among them. Elliot suddenly changed his mind and said, “Samantha, I was wrong. You’re not the daughter the Dent family lost twenty years ago.”

To help my "destitute" husband pay off his debts, I scavenged for scraps for five years. My son and I survived on expired canned food. That changed on my son's birthday. I saw him in a bespoke suit, spending millions to celebrate the birthday of the woman he truly loved. That was the moment I realized he was actually the most powerful billionaire on Wall Street. To please the love of his life, he let our child be injected with unknown drugs, leaving him on the brink of death. He even forced me to drain my own blood to save her son. Later, I became someone he could no longer reach. I linked arms with a man far more powerful than him and walked away. That once arrogant man ended up kneeling in the Arctic snow, clutching a photo I had burned, weeping like a stray dog.

I was the side character, the one destined to be neglected, forgotten, and never chosen. In the novel’s story, I was merely a background existence—the woman fated to marry the male lead, yet never once receive his love. The wife who shared his name but never his attention. Salvatore Mancini. The perfect male lead. Cold, powerful, and admired by everyone. Except me. Because in this story, his heart already belonged to someone else. When I first realized I had transmigrated into this novel, I thought I could change my fate. I tried to avoid the original scenes, tried to step away from the plot. But every time I tried to change something…I returned to the same place. The same moment, the same outcome. As if the unseen author of this story was reminding me again and again: You are only a puppet, and puppets don’t decide their roles. So I stopped resisting. If the story wanted me to be the neglected wife, then I would simply live quietly and let the plot run its course. That was my plan. Until one night, when I finally looked at the man and said casually— “Tell me something, Mr. Mancini. Aren’t you supposed to be my husband?” His cold eyes narrowed slightly, but I simply leaned back and smiled. “Then fulfill your role properly. Let’s see… what kind of man the great Salvatore Mancini is.” For the first time since our marriage he actually looked at me, not through me. At me. I didn’t know what changed after that, but from that night onward. Even when he looked at me with clear irritation. Salvatore Mancini began appearing around me more and more. Which left me with a very unsettling thought. The plot…It didn’t change, right?

After seeing her own father murdered by a cultist sect inside her own home, Lariel teams up with her newest colleague and savior, the wizard Eric, to get revenge. However, things are worse than she thinks: these men want to revive the ancient Empress of Hell, and unless they do something, they may succeed.

After dating for seven years, I proposed a hundred and one times to my boyfriend, Jason Brown. However, he always told me that he was not ready, rejecting my proposals. This continued to my 28th birthday. In his suit pocket, I found a ring box. Thinking he was about to propose to me, I was overjoyed. However, to my horror, I saw him going down on one knee to propose to his assistant, Marcella Hopkins. Right before my eyes, he placed the ring I had yearned for so long on her finger. When one of his buddies asked what he planned to do with me, Jason wrapped his arm around his new love and chuckled. "Dude, I don't think I can bring myself to marry a woman who wants to get married that badly. She's so needy. However, if I do get a second wife, I might consider her. After all, she is hopelessly in love with me." He was sure I would wait for him, and he even placed a bet with his friends that I would crash his wedding. However, on his wedding day, I never showed up. Moments before his wedding ceremony was about to start, he suddenly noticed me, fully dressed up in a wedding gown in a separate banquet hall. Seeing me about to marry someone else, he almost went crazy.

Mira,a princess of the Silver Claw pack, was disappointed by her father when her wolf never appeared, while labeling her a weak omega. Heartbroken, she ran away and found love with Alpha Adrien in another pack. But their marriage fell apart when Mira couldn’t conceive, leading Adrien to cheat and betray her. After being framed and banished, Mira hit rock bottom. However, her heartbreak and suffering awakened her powerful long dormant wolf within her. Returning to her home pack stronger than ever, Mira is ready for revenge. At her homecoming celebration organized by her father, Adrien, her ex husband is shocked to see the woman he discarded transformed into a fierce leader at the occasion. Filled with regret, he wants to make amends stating his intentions to bring her back, but it’s too late. Mira is ready to dish out what the world served to her.

On the third year of our anniversary, the cruise ship Louise York—my fiancee—and I were on sank. I gave her the only life jacket we had before getting dragged under the currents and losing contact with the world. Three years later, after I healed from my injuries, I rushed back just in time to see her getting married to my adopted brother. Since she owed me her life, she was forced to marry me instead. That caused her to start hating me, because I had separated her from the man she loved. Even my parents accused me of being immature. They said that I was ruining my brother’s happiness. Their coldness and rejection caused me to become obsessive, and I fell into despair. Then, my family’s enemy came looking for revenge. To save my life, Louise ended up being stabbed right into her heart. Blood gushed out of her as she tried her best to drag me to a safe place. “Nathan, I’m returning the life I owe you. I just hope that you won’t bother me again. I just want… to be with Stanley…” I felt my chest twist in pain as I died full of hatred. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the day I crashed their wedding.

The apartment that I bought four years ago isn't renovated or lived in at all. Yet, I suddenly receive messages on unpaid water and electricity bills. Puzzled by the sudden barrage of messages, I return to that particular apartment to check things out. That's when I realize that a stranger has been living in my apartment this whole time!

A group of high school girls was in the middle of doing their sacrificial rite to their make belief goddess when Audrey barged right into the scene and freed their 'sacrificado'. The ritual-gone-bad incident eventually led the girl to fall to her early demise. But to her utter surprise, when she opened her eyes again, she found herself transcending into a different world. Eventually, her complicated fate forced her to cross-dress and live with five young men under the same roof. But would she be able to hide her identity until the end?

“I never betrayed you!” Cassandra’s voice trembled as she spoke. “Not once—not ever—” “Then whose child did you give birth to?” The Alpha, Alaric Drayden, cut in coldly, each word heavy with condemnation. The woman lying weak on the hospital bed flinched at the cruelty in his tone. “Enough. I don’t need your excuses, Cassandra.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, unstoppable. “No, my Alpha. I swear—I never betrayed you—” “I, Alaric Drayden, Alpha of the SilverFang Pack, hereby sever the bond between us. From this moment forward, no tie of fate binds us, Cassandra. I reject you as my Luna for the treachery you’ve committed.” Cassandra shook her head in disbelief, her voice breaking. “No! No! You can’t do this to me, my Alpha!” *** Betrayed by her husband. Stolen from by her own half-sister. Cast out by her pack. That was the fate everyone had wished upon Cassandra Vale, the fallen Luna of SilverFang. But a true wolf never truly dies. Five years later, Cassandra returned—stronger, sharper, her elder blood awakened and ready to shake the entire werewolf world. With the Alpha who once saved her—Orion Caldrex—at her side, she would face the conspiracies of her family, the battle for the Luna throne, and a war between packs that threatened to shatter the balance of power. Betrayal had remade her. Fate demanded her rise. And this time… nothing would stop Cassandra Vale. Not even destroying those who once cast her aside—including Alaric Drayden, her former Alpha. But when every truth finally comes to light…would Alaric still be standing at her side?