Sukuna Finger

"Why you keep on pushing yourself in our life? Aren't you afraid that I might get you arrested for being my husband's mistress?!" Nerissa shouted at Isabella. "Mateo and I are still married. You are the real mistress here, Nerissa! You took everything from me. My child, my husband, everything that should belongs to me!" Isabella said while crying. Nerissa, smirked and walked towards her. "Don't you see the ring in my finger? Mateo and I are married. You're gone by years, and now that he's mine, you doesn't have anything to get back with, not even your one and only daughter!"

Edward never realised that a decision to divorce would make him realise the love he has for his wife. When he wanted her back, he was presented with her burned corpse and a piece of her, their daughter. Losing his wife, he lost the colour of life and lived for his daughter only, accepting the punishment that fate had chosen for him. Five years later, he visited Italy to celebrate his daughter's birthday. But the little girl stopped and pointed her finger at a woman, "Look Papa, I found Mommy!" Was it truly her mother? If she is, where she disappeared 5 years ago? Worst, why did the woman look at them strangely?

Zwei Kugeln. Zwei Wiedergeburten. Ein Blutbad. „Sag mir noch einmal, warum ich dir vertrauen soll“, wimmerte Iris, während ihre Stimme zitterte, als Renzos Finger einen Weg zwischen ihren Schenkeln bahnten. Er glitt mit seinem Finger, an dem noch immer ihr Ring steckte, in sie hinein. „Weil du das Einzige bist, was zählt, Prinzessin.“ Seine Lippen küssten ihre Knie. „Und das sollte dir genug Angst machen, um mir zu vertrauen.“ × Iris Beaumont war die goldene Illusion einer auf Lügen erbauten Dynastie, aufgezogen, um Macht zu erben, die sie niemals behalten sollte. Mit zwanzig wurde sie von genau der Familie hingerichtet, die sie liebte, nur um sieben Tage zuvor neben ihrem Erzfeind mit der frischen Erinnerung an den Tod aufzuwachen. Nun steckt sie knietief in einer gefährlichen Allianz mit Renzo Vega, dem Erzfeind ihrer Familie und ihrem Ehemann durch eine Vertragsheirat, die auf Überleben, Rache und Notwendigkeit basiert. Doch unvorstellbare Geheimnisse schlängeln sich durch jeden Winkel ihrer Vergangenheit. Ihre wahre Abstammung, der verborgene Krieg ihrer leiblichen Familie und die finsteren Machtkämpfe, die mit ihrer Geburt verbunden sind, drohen alles zu verschlingen, was sie gerade wird. Zwischen Rache und Wahrheit beginnt Liebe zu wachsen. Doch in einer Welt der Blutlinienkriege ist Liebe niemals sicher. Und sie auch nicht.

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"You came to me, you initiated the whole thing that lead to my being dis-virgined. I promised my grandma that until I get married, I wasn't going to share my bed with any woman, but you came along and forcefully took me to bed. You seduced me, you took my virginity, therefore you have to marry me." On the night of a heartbreaking discovery, Rayne is forced into giving her first time to a handsome stranger, one she never thought she'd be meeting afterward, but after she woke up with a ring on her finger, she shockingly finds out she is now the wife to one of the city's eligible bachelors, Eric Arnold, a Domineering Billionaire.

In my seventh year of trying to win the favor of mafia Don Ethan Larsen, the system declared my mission a failure. I was set to be erased in one month. I did not cry or make a scene. I accepted the death countdown with calm detachment and started a livestream called "My Last Wishes Before I Die." The first thing I did was throw the multimillion-dollar wedding ring into the drain, right in front of Ethan and his first love, just to hear it clatter out of sight. Ethan's expression hardened. "Nina, what kind of trick are you trying to pull this time? You begged me in order to wear that ring and stood there for three days." I smiled, lifted my middle finger, and replied, "Pfft… As if you deserve it."

“Sign it.” Axton’s calm voice echoed in the room. The kind of calm that made silence deafening. He pushed the divorce papers across the polished desk, his expression cold and composed. The pen rolled until it stopped in front of her hand. Isla’s fingers trembled slightly as she picked it up. The golden ring on her finger glinted under the office light, a cruel reminder of everything that was about to end. Three years of marriage, three years of smiles and unspoken tenderness, now reduced to a signature line. They had never married for love, binded by a contract signed for convenience, destined to expire the moment it no longer served its purpose. And yet somewhere along the way, Isla had forgotten it was only temporary.

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An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her finger while peeling a fruit.

The two brothers who were supposed to be in a marriage alliance with me fell in love with my adopted sister instead. They tricked me into shaving my hair just to cheer her up and locked me in a skiing cabin for an entire night. I tolerated their actions because of my parents' instructions. However, when my adopted sister accidentally slit her finger while cutting up some fruits, they forced me to the hospital to extract 2000 ml of blood. I cried and begged for mercy, but they said that I deserved to be punished for bullying my adopted sister. I gave up on them and turned to get into their older brother's car. The two men who had constantly been talking about canceling the wedding ended up crying in regret at my wedding.