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My wife, Rosalind Judd, has been tearing up our marriage certificate 99 times in the past ten years of our marriage. This is her usual tactic to make me apologize and make amends. The first time, I transfer 100 thousand dollars for Rosalind to come back from her travel abroad with her childhood friend, Jackson Lane. The tenth time, she ruins the anniversary I have prepared meticulously and forces me to immediately help him get back to work. The 50th time, she humiliates me in front of my client during the day and forces me to sign over the transfer agreement to a villa at night, while she has a candlelit dinner with Jackson. ... Now, for the 100th time, she forces me to transfer my company shares. Staring at the love bites on Rosalind's collarbone, I suddenly chuckle. Then, I board the plane decisively. This time, I no longer want her.

By our sixth year of marriage, Derrick hadn't touched me in three months. Said he was swamped at work. Always tired. After everything, I still believed him. Then on my birthday, I caught his friend talking in Garmenian—a language Derrick didn't think I understood. "You cut off the side piece yet? You were with her nonstop. Surprised you didn't drop dead. Your wife cool with that?" Derrick let out a smoke ring. "Haven't touched Audrey in months. Sabrina's insane in bed—I'm not over her yet. Sucks she got pregnant. Audrey doesn't want kids, so I gave Sabrina some cash. She'll have the baby overseas." My hands curled into fists. Silent tears streamed down my face. He glanced over, nervous. "What's wrong?" I smiled. "The cake you made is amazing. I'm really touched." It was sweet—but when you understand Garmenian, all you taste is betrayal.

Princess Vionna of Aurenza was dead. She died in the estate of Theron Thornefell, Warden of the North—buried beneath snow and silence. The blizzard raged for seven days before it eased, uncovering her frostbitten body beneath the drifts. Even in death, she was curled around her swollen belly, one arm reaching toward the nearest gates. No one came. She and the unborn child were frozen to death. Left behind. As the cold took her, regret cut deep. She never should've loved him. Never should've bowed. Because of her, the child never saw the sky. If she had another life, she'd never look his way again.

After being reborn, I stopped preventing Rachel Jackson from having any contact with her childhood sweetheart, Logan Cole. She gave Logan all her salary to pursue his dream, while I used the money I earned through hard work to invest. She got pregnant and gave birth to a child for Logan in the hospital, so I bought a train ticket to leave the small town. Later, she said she would agree to marry me as long as I agreed to adopt Logan's child. Unfortunately, I had already made my first million dollars by relying on the memories of my previous life. In this life, I chose to fulfill their wishes and enjoy a good life myself.

หนึ่งเดือนก่อนแต่งงานกับแฟนหนุ่ม เขากลับต้องการมีลูกกับรักแรกของเขา ฉันไม่เห็นด้วย เขาก็เอาเรื่องนี้มาพร่ำบ่นให้ฟังทุกวัน จนกระทั่งครึ่งเดือนก่อนวันแต่งงาน ฉันก็ได้รับใบตรวจครรภ์ ถึงได้รู้ว่ารักแรกของเขาตั้งครรภ์ได้เกือบหนึ่งเดือนแล้ว ที่แท้เขาก็ไม่เคยคิดที่จะขอความเห็นชอบจากฉันตั้งแต่แรกแล้ว และในตอนนั้นเอง ความสัมพันธ์ที่ยาวนานหลายปีก็เหมือนหมอกควันที่จางหายไป ด้วยเหตุนี้ ฉันจึงยกเลิกงานแต่งงาน ทำลายความทรงจำทั้งหมดระหว่างเรา ตัดสินใจเข้าร่วมห้องปฏิบัติการวิจัยที่ตัดขาดจากโลกภายนอกในวันแต่งงาน นับจากนี้ไป ฉันไม่เกี่ยวข้องอะไรกับเขาอีก!

I died in the year my husband hated me most. Unable to endure his endless silent treatment any longer, I swallowed a bottle of pills and ended my life. At the crematorium, watching the flames roar inside the furnace, he allowed himself a rare smile. “Someone as vile as her doesn’t deserve to be laid to rest whole.” So when the staff handed him the urn, he flipped it over. My ashes scattered across the floor in an instant. All this time, he had believed I was responsible for the death of his first love. That belief was why he had schemed and plotted for years, all for this precise moment of final desecration. When it was over, he stepped over my ashes and walked away without looking back. Though not long after that, he fell to his knees and begged the crematorium to give my ashes back to him.

"System, I want to go home." The system responds to Tabitha Samson immediately. "Understood, Tabitha. Exit procedures are now activated. You'll be able to leave this world in half a month." Weirdly enough, the system, which has always followed its own programming, pauses for a few seconds. It soon brings up a question, its tone slightly confused. "You have a husband who dotes on you and a son who always takes your side, Tabitha. Isn't this your home? These people are your family, you know." The moment Tabitha hears the word "family", her gaze slowly fixes on the TV before her.

Zane and I were together for ten years. When he had no one, I stayed by his side, supporting his hockey career while believing at the end of all our struggles, I'll be his wife and the only one at his side. But after six years of dating, and four years of being his fiancée, not only did he leave me, but seven months later I receive an invitation... to his wedding! If that isn't bad enough, the month long wedding cruise is for couples only and requires a plus one. If Zane thinks breaking my heart left me too miserable to move on, he thought wrong! Not only did it make me stronger.. it made me strong enough to move on with his favourite bad boy hockey player, Liam Calloway.

I was the perfect wife. For three years, I built my husband’s empire, gave him my love, my loyalty, my designs. And how did Victor Hale repay me? He stole my womb. He stole my daughter. He stole my freedom. That was the day Aurora Hale died. Now I live as Rhea Ashford — and I want blood. One reckless night, I mistake Damien Voss, a ruthless crime-lord biker with a wicked smile, for his powerful CEO twin brother. One bed. One touch. One unforgettable sin. When Damien discovers who I am and what I want, he makes me a deal: marry him, and he’ll give me the power and protection to ruin the man who destroyed me. It’s easy. He wants me, so I become his bride. I want revenge, so he becomes my weapon. But Damien isn’t just temptation in leather and ink. He’s dangerous. Addictive. A man who plays by no rules but his own. And in this contract marriage tangled with lust and lies, I can’t tell if I’m the one using him— Or if he’s already claimed me as his. TW: This story is intended for 18+ mature audiences only. It contains explicit sexual content (including kink, elements of BDSM dynamics), strong language, and other mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. BOOK 1 OF THE PRINCES OF SIN TRILOGY

He was meant to be a sacrifice. Instead, he became an obsession. When Elias is cast out of his master’s home, accused of seducing a nobleman’s son, he flees into the forbidden lands of Lucian D’Arcy—the cruel, beautiful vampire lord feared by all. But instead of killing him, Lucian claims him, drawn to Elias in ways neither of them understand. Elias resists the dark temptation Lucian offers, but his body betrays him, his pulse quickening under the vampire’s touch. The longer he stays, the harder it becomes to deny the hunger in Lucian’s gaze—or the sinful desire curling in his own belly.. Lucian swore he wouldn’t break Elias. Wouldn’t ruin him. But as desire turns to obsession, and obsession to possession, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear. He will burn the world to keep him.