Unbound Grace

One night with the Vampire King ruined me. I was never meant to be his. My name is Rosalinda Grace Stratford. A human Sancta. Raised in blood and obedience for one purpose only. To be mated to my family's sworn Sanguinari and bear his hybrid heir. All I wanted was one night. One choice. One experience that was mine alone. Instead, I shattered a covenant older than kingdoms. Now I am caught between two powerful vampires. One bound to me by sacred blood law. The other claimed by soulbound fate. And the secret I have kept hidden could bring the entire vampire thrall to its knees.

"I'm only giving you two options. First, you marry me and get the money. Second, you refuse my request and watch your mother die!" Noah said it firmly. For the sake of her mother's lung cancer surgery, Grace dares to decide to accept the offer of marriage from Noah, the Ex-lover who left her seven years ago. In fact, the shadows of her mother's curse and the hatred of Noah's parents haunted her. Not to mention Noah's engaged status. Will this forced marriage end happily, even though the wall of hatred between them stands tall?

Isabella Grace Everard adalah permaisuri yang tak bisa disentuh— setiap kulit pria yang bersentuhan dengannya, akan membuatnya biru dan pingsan dalam hitungan detik. Kutukan, begitu orang menyebutnya. Kaisar mencampakkannya, istana mencibirnya. Hingga datang seorang tabib agung, pria asing dengan tangan suci dan tatapan yang membakar. Dari pengobatan yang tak seharusnya mengguncang hati, lahir sentuhan terlarang yang menyalakan api gairah. Di antara takhta, cinta dan dosa... mereka berdua harus memilih: melanggar takdir, atau kehilangan cinta yang tak boleh ada.

She was transferred against her will. He never wanted an assistant.Now they’re stuck together… and sparks are flying.Eva Rodríguez has built her career with grit, grace, and zero tolerance for entitled men in designer suits. So when she’s forced to spend a year as personal assistant to Julian Salvator New York’s most insufferable CEO—she’s ready for war, not workplace chemistry.Julian is everything she hates: arrogant, broody, impossibly handsome. But beneath his sharp suits and sharper tongue is a man haunted by secrets—and maddeningly drawn to the one woman who doesn’t fall at his feet.

Rich privilege is real. I just got dumped after two months of dating. The reason is I'm not rich. My ex said, "Grace gives me everything I want. You're just an ordinary girl." Instead of crying ugly, I'll shine to the highest level until their necks hurt from looking down. However, my path up the level ladder wasn't as smooth as a child's romance. I must work hard under a boss who drives me crazy every day. He's too crazy. Even the blind date was my decision, he was the one who decided to be my partner.

Emily Grace, a gentle and beautiful café worker, catches the eye of Alexander Steele, a ruthless billionaire tycoon, after a chance encounter. Obsessed, Alexander orchestrates Emily's downfall to make her dependent on him. Forced into a manipulative marriage, Emily struggles to navigate her complex feelings for Alexander while enduring torment from his ex-fiancée, Isabella. After a violent confrontation leaves Emily with amnesia, Alexander's genuine care helps her heal. What happens when the delicate beauty of Emily collides with the iron will of Alexander? Can they overcome the obstacles that stand in their way, or are some divides too great to cross? Will love prevail, or will their pasts forever keep them apart?

Grace read the content of the tweet with trembling lips, and a hoarse voice almost choking, or did she know why she could be like that, there was clearly a feeling of horror that ran through her body as she read the tweet. The tweet is "Thank you to my friends who have cursed at me, hopefully we will meet again letter. The path i take is God's way." For a moment the were silent, no one dared to make a sound. Their lips seemed to be sewn up hard to open, they look each other, it wasn't the vengeful it used to be, but one filled with horror. As if something was telling them that a terrible event had happend, let's just say it was a hunch.

Five years ago, I was the rising star of the nation’s top chemistry research lab, but on the eve of publishing the results of my study, my husband’s crush, Grace, killed me. She made several people violate me and cut my face up. Then, she injected sulfuric acid into my stomach, crushed my teeth and bones, and discarded my body without anyone’s knowledge. At that time, I was three months pregnant. But she told everyone that I stole the project’s research results and fled to another country. Jim, my husband, personally wrote a report to the government to label me as a globally wanted criminal. Five years later, a livestreamer who did nighttime explorations found my dried-up corpse in the basement of an abandoned warehouse.

At six in the evening, Allen Bennett prepared a perfect dinner, with each dish carefully chosen to match Sarah Foster's preferences. By seven, he had run her bath, adding lavender essential oils and rose petals to the warm water, filling the bathroom with a calming fragrance. By eight, he placed her comfortable slippers by the entrance, awaiting her return. At nine, the front door finally opened. Sarah walked in, and Allen immediately went to greet her. With practiced grace, he helped her out of her coat and placed her slippers before her feet, then hung the coat in the entryway closet. Turning to her with a gentle smile, he asked, "Would you prefer to have your bath first or would you like to eat?"

On our wedding day, Ethan got a call and bolted from the ceremony. Grandma was so furious she started coughing up blood, and everyone just watched. Not one person stepped in to help. I raced her to the hospital, but it was too late. She was gone before they even got her inside. Then, as I sat alone in the morgue, my phone lit up. It was Ethan. "Grace, get to the hospital. Bella's hurt and needs your blood!" "Ethan Carter, it's over between us." I ended the call, leaving the last pieces of my heart—and him—behind. Months later, he was on his knees in the pouring rain, begging for forgiveness, saying he'd do anything, give anything, if I'd only look back.