Legend Journey

"Forget it, I'll marry him!" The moment Margot Johanson said those words, she suddenly felt a sense of relief. She could hear her parents' voices full of smiles in her ears. "Gigi, we’re glad you’ve made up your mind. Your fiancé may be in a coma, but he’s quite handsome.  “Although he’s been out for years, what if he wakes up? After all, he’s the one set to inherit the family business..." Her parents, trying to persuade their own daughter to marry a comatose man, actually thought she was getting the better deal.  They seemed convinced that no one else in the world would be foolish enough to take on such a situation.  Margot smiled bitterly. "Don’t worry. Since I’ve made up my mind to marry, I won’t back out. I won’t let your precious Maisie take my place."

When I was ten, Jonathan Cooper saved me and told me he would protect me for life. When I was 15, I met William Reed. He also told me he would protect me forever. Yet, the year I turned 23, the two men who swore to always keep me safe threw me into the ocean for the sake of their true love.

Two days before New Year's, my boyfriend, Jeffrey Graham, planned to spend the holiday at the beach with his assistant. I did not argue or complain. Instead, I thoughtfully packed his bags for him. However, he mocked me, saying that I had finally learned to be considerate now that I was pregnant. After he left, I wasted no time and went to get an abortion. Why? In my previous life, I tried to use our child to stop him, but his assistant ended up being brutally murdered at the beach. Jeffrey appeared calm on the surface after that incident, but just when I was about to give birth, he cruelly cut open my abdomen and killed my baby. That was when I realized—he had been holding a deep grudge against me all along. This time, I was determined to make him lose everything.

Three days before my wedding, my younger sister staged a scene—one where I supposedly abandoned her in the mountains. She claimed I locked her in a cabin, left her to be nearly assaulted, and that she barely escaped with her life. Furious, my fiancé dragged me up the mountain and locked me in that same cabin. He said, "Wendy, a woman as vicious as you won't learn her lesson without punishment. I already told you I'd marry you. Why go after Chloe? Since you're so desperate to climb your way up, you can stay here until the wedding day." I begged him, over and over, but my scorched throat could only force out hoarse, grating sounds. Three days later, Mickey O'Brien stood at the altar in his suit, waiting for me. What he got instead was my remains.

After a one night stand with a man from the exclusive Bar beach in Mauritius, Danielle Lopez has the best time of her life returning back to the inland without having an idea of who she spent the night with. Few months later, Danielle finds out that she’s and that her last one night stand might be the father. She had to get to the hotel she stayed at that day only to end up in a brick wall. 4 years later When she goes for her company’s dinner which is for the inauguration of the new boss, son of the old chairman, she noticed something familiar about the new hot man, Aurther King. Not only the scar on his neck but also the ring around his finger which she had lost four years ago. The new boss is intrigued by the woman in the room and is keen on finding out why she had been avoiding him. Danielle puts two and two together and realises a not so exciting mix, that her new boss is the man she spent the night with four years ago and is the father of their little daughter, Ava.

Three days after I died, my fiancé got a call to ID the body. He just scoffed. "She's dead, so what? Call me when she's in the ground." The cops, out of options, hit up my backup contact—my childhood friend. He actually laughed. "She's really gone? Not my problem. Burn her or whatever." Then my body hit the internet— And suddenly, both of them looked like ghosts.

Six years after marrying Rhiannon Westley, she takes a lover. He's like a puppy—timid and clingy. He flinches at the slightest raised voice, so Rhiannon never loses her temper in front of him. But when he acts up in front of me, Rhiannon snaps. She's furious, and she gives him a harsh scolding. The next day, he sends me a photo of his neck covered in red marks. "Zane, Ms. Westley is so fierce..."

She intended to surprise Dave with her pregnancy as a gift for their third anniversary. However, Dave repaid her with betrayal. Upon discovering the truth, Zoe decided to leave Dave and live with her sibling, Zayn, and the baby she was carrying. But Zoe would not let Dave live in peace. With the help of Zayn and his associates, they devised a plan to make Dave pay for everything he had done.

After witnessing her parents death, she starts to live with her aunt in hopes of starting a new life although She is left under a curse. Wolf less and mateless, she's despised by all. One day, the moon goddess finally gives her a mate. But he despises her, rejects her yet covets her beauty. She kicks the hell out of him and has a one night stand with a stranger, and gets pregnant. But her damn mate still has his eyes on her. Bullied, enslaved and isolated by all, she lives in hell until the Lycan King comes and claims her his mate. Threatened to either be a tool of her first mate or leave the pack, she chooses the latter but is forbidden to take anything out of her OWN house. That's when the Lycan King comes to her rescue, claiming she is his mate and face-slapping all those mistreated her. Misled to believe that the Lycan King caused her parents' death and worried he might kill her and her unborn baby, she fakes her own death and runs away. She returns after a while completely different but the Lycan king recognizes her. Together they try to solve the mystery surrounding their lives.

The day my husband left the country on a business trip with his assistant, I learned—by sheer accident—that his archenemy was plotting revenge overseas. Without a second thought, I raced to the airport and stopped him from boarding the plane. But his assistant went ahead, alone. And over there, she was killed brutally. Not a trace of her remains was ever found. When my husband received the news, he fell apart. Wracked with guilt, eaten alive by remorse, he spiraled into a relentless, violent mania. In the past three years, I'd been in and out of hospitals more times than I could count because of him. And this time, he pushed me so far—I lost our child. Then I overheard a conversation between him and his secretary. "Sir, Casey is still alive. Why keep pretending you're sick? Aren't you afraid your wife will find out and leave you?" "Leave me? What right does she have to be angry?" He laughed coldly. "If she hadn't stopped me from going abroad, Casey would've never been lured away by that bastard. Everything Linda's suffering now—she brought it on herself."