The Death Mage Who Doesnt Want A Fourth

A car accident leaves me unconscious for a full three years. When I wake up, my family bursts into tears of joy. They care for me with the utmost attention. But from their behavior, I sense something is wrong. There are women's clothes in the house that don't fit me. My mother's shopping cart is filled with mysterious baby items. My father's friends send congratulatory messages about a new child, and my husband is always working overtime. When my husband once again leaves me alone under the pretext that there is something urgent at the company, I secretly follow him. Inside a warmly decorated house, my parents and husband sit around a table. A woman who looks almost exactly like me is holding a baby just a few months old, gently coaxing the child to call my husband "Daddy".

This is not your usual revenge story!! Sapphire and Dimitri had hurt each other and are both out for revenge!! May the best man win!! Sapphire White is forced to take her sister’s place as the bride to the ruthless Lycan Dimitri, Sapphire faces a marriage filled with cruelty and humiliation. Though she is his fated mate, Lycan Dimitri remains blind to their connection, his hatred poisoning what could have been an unbreakable bond. Her bid for freedom ends in tragedy— captured by a rival pack hunters, violated, and left for dead. Through a twist of fate Sapphire gets reborn as she recovers vengeance burns through her heart. But as Sapphire plots for revenge against the Lycan King, she discovers she isn’t the only one out for revenge. But how long can the two keep hurting each other when their destiny is entwined?

During the Labor Day team retreat, I had booked out the entire top floor of the Grand Summit Hotel. Yet, when my fiancee, Serena Wagner, found out, she was enraged. "Matthew Grant, are you out of your mind? Spending over 800,000 dollars to rent a place for one day? Since you're so rich and have nowhere else to splurge, just let me help you spend it!" Then, she called over our intern, Dylan Foster. She pointed at him and started yelling at me. "He only makes 6000 a month as an intern. Why don't you give him this money instead?" I looked at my colleagues standing nearby, their faces clearly uncomfortable. I replied calmly, "His salary isn't low compared to industry standards. Besides, the team-building budget belongs to everyone. Why should I give it all to him?" However, the moment those words left my mouth, Serena exploded. "I'm your finance director and your future wife! Of course, I get to control where your money goes. If you don't agree, then let's call off the engagement!" With that, she stormed off with Dylan. I silently picked up a bottle from the floor and poured myself three glasses. The first glass was for her, for being with me through the first half of my life. The second glass was for me, for having a clear conscience in this relationship. The third glass was for both of us. I wished us well as we parted ways and moved on with our separate lives.

Nayla Pratama was forced to marry Zavier, who had suffered a brain injury and was in a coma, because he needed money for his sister's medical treatment, and in return, all expenses would be covered by the Abraham family. For two years, Nayla took care of Zavier in a house separate from the Abraham family, and she began to love the man and cared for him sincerely, no longer thinking about the reward she would receive from the Abraham family. Two years passed after he regained consciousness, and during that time, Nayla felt that Zavier was only using her body to satisfy his desires without being able to reciprocate the love she had given him wholeheartedly. In fact, Zavier always visits Sefia Putri, his former lover whom he still keeps, because he still believes that Sefia is the one who has always taken care of him and considers Nayla to be just a paid wife who only needs money. Nayla finally filed for divorce from Zavier because she could no longer bear the unreciprocated love she had been giving all this time. Does Zavier accept this divorce? Of course not! Follow the story further, how they will be brought together and face conflicts that will make your emotions go up and down!

All because he believed I pushed Elena down the stairs out of jealousy. Six months ago, a rival family drugged Alexander. Elena saved him and got pregnant. Her family disowned her for it. "Ivy, why can't you just let her be?" Alexander choked me, disappointment and rage in his eyes. "She saved my life! I promised to send her away. Why be so vicious to an unborn child? If anything happens to them, I'll bury you with them." I didn't argue. I just planned an explosion. But when I vanished, the high-and-mighty Don went mad.

"Tell me you don't want this, Vivianne..." Noah's breath warmed against my skin, his finger dragging against my aching clit, and his eyes locked on me. "I'll stop if you tell me to..." My waist arch, a soft moan slipping off my lips as he pushed two fingers inside me, a smirk curling at his lips. I should push him away... I should curse him, but I couldn't. My body betrayed me. I wanted him, I hated to admit it. How could my body want the same man who ruined my life? "No... Noah..." My breath stuttered, nails digging into the bed as desire washed over me. "Do... don't... touch... argh! Right ther...e... Fuck! Please don't stop..." "Where, V... Tell me where you want me to touch." He fingers moved inside me, teasing my inside. "Ri...right there... Fuck!" My hips jerked up, pussy throbbing with pleasure, walls tightening on his fingers... right before my orgasm tore through me...

My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband, the school principal, arrives on the scene. The first thing he does is carry his true love's son, the one who killed my son, into an ambulance. They hurriedly leave. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do…" I call Joshua Tucker during my son's funeral. He roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" My son? I look at the gaping hole in my son's head, the one that won't ever bleed anymore. I shut my eyes. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead, Joshua. From now on, there's nothing between us.

Five years back, Izabela Romano's world fell apart. She caught her rich husband in bed with her best friend while she was in labor! Heartbroken, the former heiress vanished with their daughter, never wanting to see them again. Now, she's back as the tough CEO of Romano Enterprises, stronger than before. But when her five-year-old daughter, Emma, gets really sick, Izabela has to face Michael Sterling, the billionaire who's spent the last five years searching for them. Michael thought he knew why their marriage ended. But when he finds out the truth about that night, he realizes he was a pawn in a dangerous game of company secrets and revenge. Now, with their daughter's life at risk and enemies closing in, can they find their way back to each other? From betrayal comes a love story that spans the globe, changes lives, and proves that some relationships can survive anything. But when the past puts their daughter in danger and criminals target their family, Izabela and Michael must fight for their love and their lives. In a world of big money and deadly secrets, can their second chance at love last? Or will forgiveness be too much to ask?

Bing-er, Qing, BingQuing… One girl with many names…Nameless with only the words BingQuing serving as an identity from young, that was who she was.One day, tragedy struck, and all left of her was a girl being sold in the slave market.Deciding that the heavens and fate was cruel, she vowed to become even stronger in order to overcome her destiny to become a slave.“This life will never end in a bad end for me, if heaven dares to swallow me up in its game of fate… Then I will swallow it up and break through to be the overlord of the nine heavens!”Thus a fate changing nameless one was born to rule over the world.

That night, Liam served me my usual evening tea. I trusted him completely—he was my mate, after all, and a respected healer of Thornpack. I shouldn't have. When I woke up the next morning, my head was spinning. The special safe where I kept the morphing inhibitor—the one I'd spent my entire savings to import from Europe for our daughter Isla—was empty. Racing to the healing center, I found Liam celebrating. He was handing out moon-blessed wine, beaming with pride as Natalie's daughter Anna showed off her perfect transformation. My inhibitor had been used on his first love's pup instead of our own daughter. The shock triggered something in my brain. When I collapsed, they diagnosed me with the rare tumor that plagued our kind. Without inhibitors, I couldn't stop Isla's transformation that came early, her six year old body couldn't handle the massive wolf form and the force ripped through her young body. And I, for one, don't even have enough money to keep her in a treatment center. She died in my arms three days later, her little claws drawing blood as the pain overwhelmed her. Until her last breath, she kept asking why Papa hadn't come. Now, in my cold, empty home, with the white porcelain urn containing her ashes on the table, I touch her and decide to sever our partnership.