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The impoverished student I had sponsored, Jacob Murphy, had accumulated a massive gambling debt. When the debt collectors had kicked the door open, my childhood sweetheart, Renee Austin, had shoved me forward instead. Her voice was cold and distant. “He’s Jacob Murphy. Take him away.” In the darkness of an underground casino, they tore out my fingernails, then smashed my ribs one by one with an iron rod. When the searing pain arrived, I groveled on the floor like a dog. I was weeping and screaming, without a shred of dignity. Then, they “mercifully” gave me one chance to call for help. Clinging to the last sliver of hope, I called Renee. Her voice on the other end sounded very cruel. “If you hadn’t set him up, how would Jacob have ended up buried in gambling debt? Even if you die at their hands, you deserve it.” The dial tone after she hung up became the last sound in my world. Later, I really did die, just as she had said. However, there was not the slightest trace of a smile on Renee’s face. It was as if she had gone mad. Her eyes were bloodshot as she searched every underground gambling den in the city. ‘Renee, why were you crying for me?’ I wondered.

This is the English Version of my story. Hiraya Frost Akira is the unbeatable, undefeated, and fearsome underground fighter. Anyone who challenges her would be beaten into pulp, lives hanging by a thread. People called her an incarnation of a devil. Her gaze alone could give you a cold sweat and make you feel an intense fear. But then an accident occurred, and she transmigrated inside the body of the timid and weak Princess of Esperanza Kingdom. Frost received the Princess's memory, and saw the suffering, pain and miserable life of the Princess inflected upon by her loved ones and the people around her. Frost then bowed to help the Princess achieve happiness and exact revenge on her behalf. Never would she have expected that her reincarnation would be the salvation and hope of the people in that World.

From the time I was little, something in me was always a little off—I never listened to the whole story, only half of it. My grandmother called me a good-for-nothing who was financially burdening the family. She bought a little boy to be my younger brother and told me to take good care of him. I understood the part about buying a child, so I immediately called the police and reported her for illegal human trafficking. My father pointed at my face and cursed me for being unfilial, accusing me of cutting off his family line. I obeyed him, crept into his room while he slept that night, and used a knife to "cut off his lineage." My father screamed in agony. In the chaos, he accidentally killed me. When I opened my eyes again, I had transmigrated into the female lead of a melodramatic abuse novel. After ten years of marriage to the cruel male lead, his childhood sweetheart had just returned from abroad and was undergoing kidney surgery. He dragged me to the hospital and cruelly ordered me to donate a kidney to his precious first love. I nodded obediently, went out and bought a pig, and on the spot dug out the pig's kidney and handed it to him.

Grant, the heir to the Bennett family, had been my protector for over a decade. He taught me how to fire my first shot and saved me from every attempt on my life. After someone slipped drugs into Grant's drink at the family gathering, he stumbled into my room, and his icy control shattered. His hands found my waist as he pulled me close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered my name. A single night of drugged passion left me pregnant with his child. When my twin sister, Claire, found out, she left a note and disappeared, heartbroken. After that, I was cast as the cold-hearted villain who drove her own sister away. Grant personally forced the contraceptive potion down my throat and exiled me to the lawless territories beyond our family's control. To make me atone, he abandoned me to fend for myself in that desolate land. I was eventually killed in the crossfire of a mob war. As I lay dying, my mind was flooded with memories of Grant. The troublemaker he always called me was finally gone. He must have been relieved. When I next opened my eyes, I had returned to the morning after that disastrous night. This time, without hesitation, I drank the contraceptive potion myself.

Cloudethe Raze Mariano. Daughter of a multi billionaire CEO that also runs a well-known and feared mafia organization in New York. International Model and a well known mafia princess in the underground business. Xavier Anthoney Alexanders. A multi billionaire CEO of Alexanders Group of Companies. He is also a mafia boss of the most feared mafia organization in Italy. Well known womanizer and changes woman like how he changes his shirt.

A fire erased his memory. A lie took her place. Genevieve Carlisle was once Mrs. Elias Whitmore, bound to him by contract, discarded by him without hesitation. Now she’s back. Divorced. Pregnant. And no longer willing to disappear quietly. Because the man who forgot her is about to marry another woman, Bianca, the one who claims she owns the past he can’t remember. But Elias doesn’t treat Genevieve like a stranger. His gaze lingers too long. His touch burns when it shouldn’t. And the closer she gets, the more his control begins to fracture. He doesn’t remember her…but something in him refuses to let her go. And then there’s Felix Whitmore. The other brother. Cold. Untouchable. Rumored to be incapable of desire. The only man who never looked at her like she was temporary. He offers her a deal: marry him, and take back everything that was stolen. What no one knows? Felix Whitmore has been watching her for far longer than he should. Wanting her in ways no one would ever believe. Now Genevieve is caught between two brothers, one who forgot she was ever his… and one who has always known she should be. But in a world built on lies, memory can be rewritten. And love? It can turn into an obsession. And when Elias finally remembers, it might be too late…..

Desperate to expose Damian core, the elusive tech tycoon who built his empire on cyber security and global defense contracts who was accused of his company being involved in money laundering network by my senior colleague Charlotte. When a Data breach scandal forces Damon into a reputation saving marriage. I sneaked through the opportunity, posing as a PR consultant to get closer enough to him. We got married and I got enough evidence. It was a wrong evidence which leaks to the press, Damian world crumbled I realized it was too late because he wasn't the criminal. Now Damian is gone. Five years later, he returned from the shadows alive, changed and determined. Now, will Damian forgive me and grant me a second chance?

My husband, Chandler Goodwin, claims that he doesn't understand what the phrases "silent treatment" or "giving the cold shoulder" mean. Yet, in the three years we have been married, he has never once spoken to me sweetly. The first time we have a falling out, I remain proud and dignified. We end up ignoring each other for seven days straight. The seventh time we have a cold standoff, I start to panic a little. However, despite trying all sorts of methods, he doesn't back down. The 11th time it happens, I have already learned to work through my emotions myself. Chandler doesn't even need to say anything before I take the initiative to apologize first. I simply think that he's just a naturally indifferent person, that nobody can warm his stone-cold heart. Then, on the third year of our marriage, I accidentally ruin his dress shirt while ironing it. Chandler doesn't say a word, but that very night, he packs his things and moves into a hotel. On the third day of being blocked, I head to his company with a handwritten apology. While passing by his office, I spot him leaning over to shoot his angry assistant a doting smile. "I'm sorry for raising my voice at you just now and upsetting you. It's been 57 minutes since you started ignoring me. Please stop giving me the cold shoulder, alright?" I freeze on the spot, the apology letter in my hand practically burning my fingers. As it turns out, it's not that he doesn't know what the silent treatment means—it's just that I've never been the person he wants to coax.

During the biggest sales day of the year, my fiance's "sweet and clueless" assistant sells a one-carat diamond for one cent. In just 20 minutes, the company loses 200 million dollars. I am so furious that my entire body shakes, yet Hendrick Shaw, my fiance, pulls me into his arms and comforts me, "Don't worry. I'll handle it." However, that same night, Selena Suther posts a screenshot on social media—a transfer of 1,430,000 dollars, with the recipient note saying "I love you." The caption attached to the screenshot is "I made a huge mistake today, but my boss comforted me instead. He even reminded me not to be angry at the 'tigress' and to be good." I comment on her post, "I wish you both happiness forever." Selena instantly deletes the post, but Hendrick abruptly charges in and lands a resounding slap on my cheek. "What's your motive for liking Lena's post? She's now so overcome by guilt and shame that she's about to end her life! "The company only lost 200 million dollars. Do you have to force her into a corner over it?" He sounds so righteous and fearless. Later, why does Hendrick cry when he can't even afford a 20-dollar meal?

Harley was sold to a Mafia king, and out of fear and tension, Harley agreed to join the mafia world, Harley met Johnny a police officer In the night club and they became friends, Johnny promised Harley that he was ready to do anything for Harley In terms of help without knowing the kind of world Harley belong, though, he suspected her, but there was no proof, Though Johnny was an undercover cop that was assigned to Investigate Harley's parent's assassin's and Harley's kidnappers, Let's read on and understand what later happened between Harley, the mafia king, and Johnny,