When the real daughter of my Alpha dad came back, I was furious. I’d been the shining pearl of this family as the adopted son, and now—suddenly—she's back to steal my spotlight? But here’s the kicker: the real daughter... was the girl I’d been chasing for two years. And to make it worse, my parents—my parents—are arranging for her to sleep with me. Is this some twisted test? I wanted her to be my mate, not my sister!
Nathan Ruledge suffers from Emotional Indifference Syndrome. I've been with him for seven years, but he never believed that I loved him. The love letters I painstakingly wrote were dismissed as insincere. Outsiders mocked me for being materialistic, but he remained indifferent, cold and unconcerned. It wasn't until the sunflowers I planted for him in the backyard blossomed that my actions were revealed to the world. Only then did Nathan believe that I loved him. But what he didn't know is that I'm already dead. I died a year ago today, when the mountainside collapsed. I used all my strength to send him out to safety. Yet Nathan left without looking back, never mentioning me to anyone. Trapped in the mountain, waiting for rescue that never came, I ultimately died of starvation. Every time he wanted to hear me say 'I love you,' he only knew I couldn't speak, but he couldn't understand sign language. He didn't know that the first thing I said every day was 'I love you.'
Grandma, in order to pay off debts, married me to the village chief's lame son, Ethan Grant. But what she didn't know was that Ethan Grant had fourteen houses under his name. After the marriage, I directly escaped hell and started a brand new life. However, the vampire grandma came to me again, hoping to replace me with my cousin. Otherwise, she demanded ten million in child support. I laughed, "Want child support? Let's settle the accounts first."
Dante Falcone had decided he would make me his wife. To win my heart, he pursued me relentlessly for years. But on the eve of our wedding, I overheard him talking with his family's Consigliere. "You're just going to marry Ava Rossi like that? What about that lover you've been hiding for three years?" Dante paused. "She means nothing. She can't hold a candle to Ava." "If she knows her place, I might keep her on the side. And Ava is generous. She'll learn to share." The next day, that woman, Isabella, made a spectacle of herself at our wedding. When Isabella shoved me off the stage, Dante dove to protect her without a second thought. All because she was pressing a gun to her own temple, wailing, "Choose me or her?" Blinded by panic, Dante shoved me aside and roared, "Move! I have to get her out of here!" "If anything happens to her, I'll hold you responsible!" In that moment, whatever love I had for him shattered. That night, I bought a one-way ticket and left him for good.
I was cursed to be a Widow-maker. First one? Died in a carriage accident on the way to the wedding. Second? Drowned right in front of my door. Third? He lasted a little longer. But on the wedding night, ate too much and—boom—literally burst. Then came Harry Ashford. My fourth. The Widower-maker. And that’s how we made our bond. Here we go again. But he didn’t die on the wedding night. "You're still here," I said, eyeing him like I had just stepped into a trap. He grinned. "I don’t die that easily." And damn it, Harry Ashford was different. He survived. I thought I’d have a few years of peace, but nope. He was stubborn enough to stick around. But it wasn’t just him. The Ashford pack. And the secrets darker than death itself.
I endure a five-year sham bond with Preston, only to find he's truly bound to Thalia. Discovering his lies, I lose our cub to Thalia's poison and flee, changing my identity. Preston's desperate hunt contrasts with my rebirth in the mountains, where I build a new life helping others. Elijah, a lawyer I saved, stands by me, offering love. When Preston, consumed by regret, falls into a coma, I finally let go. Twenty years on, I thrive with Elijah, while Preston's last dream is a return to our false beginnings—my reality is brighter, free at last.
The woman that Ethan Grant kept by his side was pregnant. When I found out, her due date was surprisingly similar to mine. In front of me, she gently stroked her protruding belly and sat directly on Ethan Grant's lap: "I heard that Miss Foster's equestrian skills rival those of men. I'm curious and want to see for myself~ President Grant, could you let her show us? As long as I'm satisfied..." She leaned slightly towards Ethan Grant, "Tonight, you can have whatever you want, President Grant." Ethan Grant looked at me with cold eyes. Even though he didn't speak, everyone present understood his meaning. My face turned pale, nearly desperate as I pleaded, "Ethan Grant, don't do this, I might miscarry!" Laughter erupted from the crowd, while Ethan Grant only felt humiliated. He looked at me with disdain, "You can have another after losing this one, hurry up and ride! If you can't please her, don't even think about leaving this racetrack tonight!" As soon as he finished speaking, a few people came up and forcibly pushed me onto the horse's back. The terrified horse charged wildly, each jolt causing unbearable pain in my belly. I looked back, and the two on the viewing platform were already locked in a passionate embrace. I struggled to tighten the reins, forcing a bitter smile at the corner of my mouth—this was the seventh and also the last time. From now on, I will no longer wrong myself for anyone.
I don't know how to describe my life...because it's hard to describe on my own .. .. - anyways it's like this, from the moment I born I had the opportunity to see the paranormal things and it gotten much more intense when I had entered into my adolescence. I thought my life will go on like these, because eventhough I had powers and my life full of weird things it's somehow become normal to me untill....he appeared
My fiancé Lucas Grant, has fallen madly in love with a poor student named Emma. He went so far as to call off our engagement just to be with her. I don't want to force anyone to do anything against their will, so I chose to let them be. Three years later, on the day I officially inherited the family business, he kneeled in front of me. Crying, he begged me to love him once more.
Mom and Dad said their love was limited. They loved my brother for the first half of their lives and me for the rest. They bought two cars and two houses for my brother and helped him raise his children. They told me when my nephew grew up and was admitted to college. They worked hard for half their lives and they were old, it was my turn to be loved. But I'm already forty years old, and I don't need their love anymore. My parents couldn’t accept it. …… All Chapter
Northleigh's young master Adrian Grant comes from a family that made their fortune through tomb raiding. Because the ancestors committed a major taboo while digging graves, men in the Grant Family can't live past 25 years old. The only solution is to marry a woman with an Extreme Yin Constitution. In my past life, my foster sister Grace Brooks tried to impersonate me by wearing my wedding dress to marry Adrian Grant. I hurried to the wedding venue to stop her. As a result, Grace Brooks became a laughingstock in Northleigh and, in a fit of anger, committed suicide by slitting her wrists. My parents accused me of being a jinx and severed ties with me. Adrian Grant also came to hate me for it. On Grace Brooks's death anniversary, he locked me in a room and set it on fire. "Extreme Yin Constitution? I think you're just after the Grant Family's fortune!" "Did you know? Grace was pregnant with my child. You killed her and our baby, and I will make you pay for it!" When I woke up again, I found I had returned to the day of the wedding. This time, I want to prepare a special wedding gift for Grace Brooks and Adrian Grant.
Ex-boyfriends are creatures that should be as good as dead. You give him a decent burial, and he elegantly buries you, neither of us interfering with each other, allowing weeds to grow eight meters tall on each other’s graves. But one night he drank too much, and I decided to take him home. I was unexpectedly counterattacked! In the dark room, only the sound of the bed creaking could be heard. Before long, the sound stopped abruptly. Mason Grant buried his head in my neck, his tone hopeless: "Sister, I think I really can’t do this..."
The school belle roommate, usually adored by everyone, used the public washing machine to wash her underwear that had feces on it. After I unknowingly discovered this, I directly denounced this unethical behavior on the confession wall. Then, I was ostracized by the entire class and even lost the chance to join the Party. But I'm not one to be trifled with; whether she's a school belle or a laughingstock, I, this old lady, will defeat any gods or ghosts I encounter!
The day before the wedding, my boyfriend told me he wasn't confident he could love me for a lifetime and wanted to call off the marriage. I nodded and let him go. Later, he received my wedding invitation and questioned what was going on. "Oh, someone said he could love me for a lifetime."
I got into my dad's Rolls-Royce, my roommate turned around and took a picture, posting it on the campus forum to criticize me, "Shameless, selling your body for money" "At such a young age, not learning to be good, rushing to be a mistress" I immediately took a screenshot of this message and sent it to my dad, No way will I let my parents support her again, or I'll be in the wrong!