Veil Kotteri

L’entreprise de son père était au bord de la faillite, et Anna Qin a été mariée à Rayan Fu, un homme influent atteint d’une maladie grave, par sa belle-mère. Tout le monde attendait de la voir devenir veuve et être chassée de la famille Fu.Mais, contre toute attente, Rayan s’est réveillé.Violent et maussade après son réveil, il a dit : « Anna, même si tu portes mon enfant, je vais l’étrangler de mes propres mains ! »Quatre ans plus tard, Anna y est retournée avec ses jumeaux, un garçon et une fille. En pointant du doigt le visage de Rayan sur un programme télévisé de finance, elle a recommandé aux enfants : « Si vous rencontrez cet homme à l’avenir, faites un détour, ou il vous étranglera à mort. »Le soir même, l’enfant aîné a piraté l’ordinateur de Rayan et y a laissé une lettre de défi « Salaud, essaie de m’étrangler ! »

On my fiftieth birthday, my grandson pouted when he saw the present I had given him and complained, “Grandma Cecil at the Emerald Manor has a cooler present for me. It was a Transformer toy that flies.” I was confused by this remark. Emerald Manor was one of the wedding gifts offered when I got married. My husband was not fond of this place because it was too far away from the city, so I have rarely been here as well, and it has been vacant ever since. As we stood outside the manor, I could hear the cheery voices coming from inside the house. My husband and my adopted son were inside celebrating the birthday of the owner of the manor. The Grandma Cecil my grandson referred to was the childhood sweetheart of my husband, Cecil Houston, who was married off far away a long time ago. She remained as beautiful as she once was and was snuggled in my husband’s arms, surrounded by my children. I have dedicated myself to the Blightwells for two decades. This entire time, Cade has taken my commitment as nothing but a joke. When I was reincarnated, I found myself on the wedding day. I listened to the clamoring noises and lifted the veil to see the commotion. It was time to start over.

On the day of my wedding with my girlfriend, I was unexpectedly informed by the hotel that our ceremony had to be postponed by a couple of hours. With no time to notify relatives and friends of the change, I had to rush to the hotel entrance to intercept guests. Upon arriving, I was stopped at the door by security, who told me that a wedding was currently taking place inside. The host's voice could be heard as I saw my girlfriend, wearing a veil, smiling and extending her hand to a man who was half-kneeling. In the audience, all the bride's relatives who were supposed to attend our wedding were seated, clapping and cheering. The man on stage was her dream guy and also my current superior. Seeing me causing a commotion, my girlfriend warned me, "I'm just helping out. Alex is your superior. I'm also doing this to help you. Don't cause any trouble." Just helping out? I had booked the wedding venue, chosen the time, designed the wedding dress, and personally sent out the invitations. How could a wedding be rearranged so suddenly? I looked coldly at the ring box the man was holding. "It seems my taste is quite similar to my yours. If that's the case, this diamond ring is yours, including the wife." My girlfriend finally panicked.

Samara comes closer to me, now studying my face. Her eyes are wandering all over my facial features. I contort my face in confusion at her weird stares, "Umm, hey-" "Listen, can you wear my wedding dress and be a bride at my place?" She questions. Ec-excuse me? I give her a long stare. I think she is joking and would burst into laughter any minute...but she doesn't. Her face has no trace of humour. "What?" I quirk up my brow. "You've to be a bride at my place." She repeats with no hesitation. Cold shiver trickles through me. .... An Accidental Bride. A Mistaken Groom. A Marriage Neither Saw Coming. 18-year-old Sanaya Frances was finding a way to pay for college. Becoming a cook in the grand Hobsons estate seemed like the perfect opportunity—until a twist of fate lands her in a wedding dress, hidden behind a veil, taking vows meant for someone else. Ashar Hobsons, 25, a powerful businessman, thinks he's marrying his childhood fiancée. But his world turns upside down—he’s been tricked into marrying a stranger. Two strangers. One unplanned marriage. No easy way out. And definitely… no room for love. Or is there?

Selena Ashford was once the pride of the Ashford family, until they found their long-lost biological daughter, Olivia. Overnight, Selena was cast aside, banished to a room by the poultry shed, while Olivia, sweet and sickly, wormed her way into everyone’s hearts. But Olivia wanted more. When she drunkenly ran over the Harrington heiress and left her in a coma, she let Selena take the fall. With the Ashfords backing the lie and her boyfriend Mateo swearing love and marriage in exchange for her silence, Selena was sentenced for a crime she didn’t commit. Four years later, betrayed and forgotten, Selena finds work as a caretaker, ironically for the comatose Harrington girl. Wearing a veil and using a false name, she slips into their world and catches the attention of Dante Harrington, the cold and calculating heir. But when the truth erupts, Dante sees her as the woman who tried to kill his sister. Then fate strikes again: Selena isn’t an orphan, she’s the lost daughter of the powerful Lawson family, the Harringtons’ fiercest rivals. With her identity restored and her new family behind her, Selena rises from ruin to power. Now, it’s her turn. The Ashfords will beg. Mateo will regret. And Dante? He’ll have to fight for a woman no longer within reach.

À 21 ans, Cyra ne rêve pas de contes de fées. Livrée à elle-même depuis l’enfance, elle enchaîne les petits boulots pour fuir une maison où l’amour n’a jamais existé. Entre une mère absente et un beau-père manipulateur rongé par le jeu, elle n’a qu’un seul objectif : s’en sortir. Mais un soir, tout bascule. Drogue, trahison, piège sordide… Cyra se retrouve vendue à un hôtel miteux par celui qui aurait dû la protéger. Elle tente de fuir, de se sauver. C’est là que le destin la frappe de plein fouet. Raphaël, PDG froid et insaisissable, est lui aussi tombé dans un guet-apens orchestré par sa propre famille : drogué, poussé à concevoir un héritier pour préserver l’empire familial. Leurs chemins se croisent, leurs corps s’unissent dans une nuit irréelle, où ni l’un ni l’autre ne contrôle ce qui se joue. Au réveil, rien ne sera plus jamais comme avant.

Life was tough for Svetlana Kozlovsky already courtesy to Bratva who was on a hunt to find her dead or alive but she apparently hadn't seen the worst of it yet. Well, until she met Luca Alessio Giannini, Don of the Cosa Nostra, faked being his arranged fiancé and becoming pregnant with his imaginary baby... Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky 23-year-old, Second generation heir of Russian Mafia syndicate: Frivolous, scheming and clever as she is, her heart is plated in gold. Through series of bad childhood experiences molded her to be her caution self, she is a surgeon by profession with traumatic practice experience as a disciple of a mad doctor. Love and trust doesn't come easy to her. Luca Alessio Giannini 29-year old, head of the Italian Mafia. Apparently the CEO of Multi-Billion Company, he works in black and white trades. To the world he is self-made jolly playboy billionaire but under the veil he is cunning, promiscuous and when provoked a cold-hearted killer. Bored of every person meeting him with servitude, he immediately get attracted by the ice-cold Russian beauty who doesn't bat her eyes twice at him. With her devil-may-care attitude and aloofness to his charm, she is quick to catch the eyes of the Mafia King and he wants her. And nothing stops him from getting what he wants, not even the Raven head beauty who has his heart in her clutches.

◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥ "Life is neither short nor long, it's now - that we know as life - it's twisted and cruel I'm its own way with trials coming up with every turn you make. No one knows how many seconds one will live let alone years. You never know" ◣─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◢ His breath got stuck in his throat as he held the pen above the paper, his eyes searching the room in hopes of having at least a glance of her face. "Answer the maulvi" his father spoke. "Son" his mother pestered from his side. His eyes landed on Hiba's expectant ones. She looked from across the veil questioning his delay. He shook his head as he placed the tip of the pen on the paper, a single stroke formed on the paper but that very moment a frantic Ayan ran in the room. "Turn on the tv right now" he yelled making Hamza to oblige right away. "There had been an accident on the motorway car LEB-780 has been hit by a troller on its way out of the city, the hit has caused an explosion rendering the passengers severely injured and in critical condition-" "That's- that's the car maula bakhsh took to drop—" His ears numbed as the pen dropped on the floor, his heart stopped, his eyes stuck on the TV screen. "Bhai!" He ran out of the house and got in his car, the engine roared and soon he was on the road. ─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────

In the shadows of an ordinary world, Gil stands apart with her ethereal white hair and piercing grey eyes. His life is a ceaseless whirlwind of evasion and concealment. An unseen force with a crimson gaze haunts her steps, a harbinger of a hidden legacy and a fate grander than she could ever imagine. Born under a veil of prophecy, she is the key to mending a fractured world, hunted by those desperate to halt the tide of change she is destined to bring. Enter Aren, the enigmatic Alpha whose very existence is a legend woven through the centuries. Bound to his wolf spirit, Oto, he walks the line between beast and leader of the most formidable pack known to both man and creature. Revered and reviled in equal measure, Aren is ensnared by an ancient curse cast from the depths of darkness—a curse only his true Luna can dispel. Destined descendants of gods, Gil and Aren are the embodiment of ancient power, slumbering until the fateful hour of awakening. An eternal bond of love is their promised salvation, a beacon through battles for a bliss that has eluded their kind for eons. As celestial forces conspire, these solitary spirits are steered by the guiding light of Mother Moon towards one another. In their union lies the balance of love and war, salvation and destruction. But are they prepared for the monumental trials that loom before them? Can their nascent love endure the tempest of an age-old struggle clawing at their heels? Dive into an odyssey where myth meets destiny, and discover whether Gil and Aren can triumph over the darkness that seeks to smother their light.

When her village is destroyed by corrupted magic, she’s offered protection under one condition: marry Lucan Rhyst , the cold, enigmatic Alpha of the Emberfall Pack. Alina, is an orphaned healer with dormant magical blood. She is forced to marry the cold and ruthless Alpha of the Emberfall Pack and everything within her rebels. Especially because her heart already belongs to someone else—a forbidden someone. But when she learns she is a vessel for a long-lost magic that could tear down the veil between the two worlds, the lines between hate and desire blur. Lucan, Alpha by blood but cursed by prophecy, rejected his mate years ago to protect her from the darkness clawing at his soul. But Alina’s arrival, fragile, defiant, burning with power reignites what he tried to bury. And when war threatens to spill across realms, the only way to survive is together. Forced into a bond neither of them wants, Alina and Lucan are caught in a prophecy that foretells either salvation or destruction. But when Alina’s past lover, Kael, now an emissary of the Underworld returns with promises and lies, everything spirals. As attraction ignites and loyalties shift, Alina must awaken her dormant magic before the King of the underworld breaks through the Veil. In a world where love is weaponized, magic is feared, and betrayal runs bone-deep, can two enemies become the key to peace—or will their bond doom both worlds?