Kora Duke Parents

Audrey, a 35 year old programmer, suddenly woke up in an unknown place and in the body of a neglected 16 year old young lady of the ducal house of Garrick. With no rights to inherit the ducal title, a father trying to get rid of her, and a cheating fiancé she must devise a plan to find a decent man to marry and inherit the ducal title in order to survive in this new world.

Airlea Filonwy De Farn, putri yang hanya memiliki gelar, tidak lebih. Seorang putri tak dianggap yang terasingkan. Pernikahan dengan kedok pertahanan politik. Airlea dinikahkan dengan seorang Duke dari negara musuh. Dengan misi penghancuran negara musuh. Sebagai pion tentu dia tidak berharga dan berakhir tragis. Mati di tangan Duke Alverd yang kejam, suaminya sendiri.

Ruby Middlemist, gadis kejam dan jahat yang akan menikah beberapa hari lagi, tetapi beberapa hari sebelum pernikahannya dia diracuni hingga pada saat dia merasa berada di dalam novel yang akan di penggal di tangan calon suaminya di masa depan, karena dianggap berselingkuh untuk menghancurkan dirinya. Ruby yang menyadari itu mulai membuat rencana untuk kabur dari pernikahan yang akan di adakan, karena dia ditolak dalam pembatalan pernikahan. Secara diam-diam dia kabur dan pulang membawa seorang laki-laki yang tidak disangka, kalau laki-laki yang menjadi pelariannya ternyata adalah yang akan menikah dengannya. Dingin dan hangat di dalam pernikahan kontrak mau tidak mau Ruby jalankan, tetapi anehnya laki-laki yang ingin dia jauhi semakin lama semakin berusaha mengikatnya secara diam-diam. Apakah Ruby akan baik-baik saja? Apakah mungkin mereka memiliki akhir yang baik?

Saat Sienna melakukan kesalahan dalam tugas pertamanya jadi pelayan, Duke dingin nan kejam yang sudah menduda selama lima tahun itu memecatnya tanpa ampun. Namun, Sienna memohon dan akan melakukan apa saja asalkan jangan dipecat karena takut dibunuh oleh prajurit kerajaan yang sedang mencarinya akibat kesalahan ayahnya. Menjadi pengasuh anaknya di siang hari, di malam hari Sienna harus menjadi penghangat ranjang Duke Lucien, tanpa terkecuali!

Dituduh atas kejahatan yang tidak pernah ia lakukan, Elyana harus menghadapi pengkhianatan paling kejam dari pria yang seharusnya menjadi pelindungnya sendiri. Di hari eksekusinya, ia mati tanpa sempat membela diri. Namun takdir memberinya satu kesempatan lagi. Tanpa disangka, ia bertemu dengan seseorang yang mengalami nasib serupa!

After my parents died, the family went bankrupt, leaving my brother and me with a large sum of debt. To pay it off, he became a haunted-house test sleeper, while I acted as a corpse on film sets. For five years, we worked tirelessly, not daring to rest a single day—and still, the debt wasn't cleared. By the end of the year, only 13 thousand dollars remained. Gritting my teeth, I signed up as a clinical trial volunteer. When it was over, I dragged 13 thousand dollars in cash, brimming with joy, to show my brother. But I found him frowning, on the phone. "Dad, Mom, Lily's doing well. Have fun abroad," he said. "She's stopped spending recklessly. The punishment ends next year." What? Our parents weren't dead? Our family wasn't bankrupt? The five years of hardship, every ounce of struggle—I'd endured it all as punishment for my love of spending. My smile froze on my face. My stomach churned violently. A mouthful of fresh blood spilled out.

After the fire, my younger brother, Ethan Harper, and I have become comatose. Our own parents choose to deliver us to the rebirth trial. If we pass the trial, we'll regain consciousness and be granted a brand new life. The sensory caps are attached to our heads and soon connected to our brainwaves. Ethan chokes out, "Since Mom and Dad loves you so much, you'll definitely receive their votes, Emma." I turn to look at the judge instead. "After I'm reborn, can I request a new pair of parents? It's fine if the answer is no. My parents will still die, anyway."

Today is the sixth time my girlfriend, Shirley Lake, is supposed to meet my parents. My parents and I wait at the restaurant for four whole hours. I call her over and over again, but she never picks up. Just as I'm about to try one last time, I see Shirley's childhood sweetheart, Joshua Solomon, post a picture on his Instagram, with the location tagged at a suburban hotel. The picture shows a woman's pale back, one shoulder bare, with a striking red spider lily tattoo visible on her skin. Underneath the picture was the caption, "We'll make it from 18 to 80." A mutual friend comments, "First-love couples are the sweetest!" I silently hit the like button, then comment, "Make sure to get buried together when you die. And don't come back to haunt anyone else."

When I'm accompanying my daughter, Alina Stone, to the hospital for a chemotherapy session, an employee from the social security center calls me. "Ms. Lewis, an error has occurred with the bank card that's set to receive your parents' pension. Please make sure to change to a new card." I'm left feeling stunned. My parents have been dead for three years. Why would they even receive more pension in the first place? After asking the employee, I find out that my parents' pension has been wired into the bank card as normal throughout the years. My husband, Christian Stone, was the one who had previously updated the bank card details at the social security center. Once I get home, I demand answers from Christian after playing him the recording of the phone call. He falls silent for a very long time before telling me the truth. It turns out that he never registered my parents' death back then. Till now, their corpses have been stored in a freezer in my childhood home. That bank card had received a total of 90 thousand dollars' worth of pension over the past three years. Christian has given all of the money to his ex-wife, Lydia Swanson, in order to support her financially. But the thing is, he never gave me a single cent for Alina's treatment before.

Après que ma vingtième demande de lien mental ait été ignorée par mes parents, j'ai foncé vers le Conseil des affaires de la meute. Le rapport médical en main, j'ai lancé sans préambule : « Bonjour, je veux renoncer à mon identité au sein de la meute... et IMMÉDIATEMENT ! » Dix minutes plus tard, mes parents ont fait irruption dans la salle, traînant ma sœur adoptive Elsa. Tous les trois avaient l'air terrifié. Mon père, un Bêta, les crocs apparents et les griffes frémissantes, s'est avancé en hurlant : « Tu n'es qu'une enfant gâtée en quête d'attention ! Arrête ton numéro, tu me fais honte ! » Ma mère, médecin légiste de la meute, a arraché mon rapport, y a jeté un coup d'œil et a ricané : « Tu as falsifié ça juste pour qu'on s'intéresse à toi ? Tu as toujours été une menteuse pathologique. » Elsa, accrochée à leurs manches, sanglotait : « C'est de ma faute… Je devrais pas insister pour organiser cette cérémonie de transformation… Je suis désolée, mais Jennifer, arrête de mentir pour manipuler la culpabilité de papa et maman ! » Je me suis calmement essuyé le sang qui coulait de mon nez, me suis redressée et ai répété à la conseillère : « Je n'ai plus de famille depuis longtemps. Effacez toutes mes traces du registre de la meute. Mes funérailles sont dans trois jours, et je veux pas les retarder. »