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“Prince William, bad news! Her highness stole all the treasures in the imperial palace.”
“Oh, that must be insufficient. Put some more treasures into the imperial palace so that my dear Julia can steal them.”
“Prince William, her highness pulled up all the valuable medicinal herbs.”
“Oh, she’s in short of medical herbs? Hurry up to send her all the valuable medicinal herbs.”
“Prince William, hmm… her highness stole a portrait of a gorgeous man!”
“Why did she steal that? I will portray myself and send her 99 self-portraits…”
“Prince William, the situation is not that simple. That handsome man walked out of the picture and came to life… They’re now having a pleasant talk in the room…”
Ian Mo felt a gust of wind and at the next moment, William disappeared into thin air. William pulled her into his arms and said ferociously, “You can tell me if you want to appreciate a man. Come on, I will satisfy you.”
“Hmm…Demon William… Let go of me…”
“Oh, you’re not satisfied? Since watching it can’t satiate you, how about making out with me and having a child?” 
*Warning* Explicit Content Included. Adults only.My fated mate is the son of the murder who smashed my family and life.I was sold to a brothel and my body was turned into a commodity.And my sister, she's still being raped by those pedophiles, over and over, over and over.I need to revenge.-“Showtime, ladies!”I rolled my shoulder and walked to the back of the line. There were ten of us. Each of us dressed in a sparkling evening gown, ready to introduce ourselves to the crowd. I barely listened to the women ahead of me. Then, it was my turn. I took a deep breath and lifted my head as the woman ahead of me stepped aside. The stage light was so bright my eyes burned, but I kept my eyes open, scanning the VIP room windows for the man in question. There, sitting in the front row of the VIP room just to the right of the stage, was Matt Wallber, surrounded by various women. His collar was undone and he wore what looked to be a deconstructed tuxedo. His hair was raked and a bit windswept as if he had been running his hand through it. “We’ll open the bidding now!”A few breaths passed before the screen lit up. Round 1 Bidding Open.I watched my headshot shoot ahead of the other nine and over the blue line that signified my requested starting bid. Someone had bid on me in the first round well over my opening bid. My heart leaped. Had he taken the bait so soon? 
In the fourth year of her marriage to Zachary Fuller, Melanie Lloyd finds out she's pregnant. She heads to the hospital to register for prenatal care, only to be told by the nurse that her marriage certificate is fake. Stunned, she asks, "Fake? How is that possible?"The nurse points to the document. "See? The seal's crooked, and the number doesn't match."Unwilling to believe it, Melanie rushes to the city hall, only to receive the same answer. "Mr. Fuller is married. His legal spouse is Yasmin Lloyd."Yasmin?The revelation hits Melanie like a bolt of lightning, and her mind goes blank. Yasmin is her half-sister and Zachary's first love. Years ago, she left him at the altar to pursue her dreams overseas.But now, she's legally his wife. 
Kyra caressed her growing belly—she was finally pregnant with her best friend Nathan's child after three years of marriage. But when she returned home with the happy news, her Alpha husband was on his knees, begging her to end their bond."Sophia is back," Nathan’s voice raw with guilt. "My fated mate."Heartbroken, Kyra agreed to dissolve their union, hiding her pregnancy to avoid burdening him. Yet when she tried to leave, Nathan refused to let go. "Can't we at least stay friends?"She wrenched her wrist free. "You lost that right."Nathan didn't understand these feelings until Kyra was gone and then he knew this wasn't just friendship. This was love. And he'd fight to get her back.Then he appeared—Kieran, Kyra's stepbrother and the infamous Alpha from Raven Shadow Pack. He kept her captive, craving every inch of her."We're siblings,"Kyra gasped.His teeth scraped the mating mark on her neck as he growled."'Not by blood.Run from him all you want, little wolf. But you belong to me now."Trapped between two impossible loves—where does Kyra truly belong? 
The traffic on the highway is at a standstill, and my two-month-old son, Benjamin Wagner, is wailing with hunger.
When I reach for the hypoallergenic formula I'd prepared, I find expired dog food instead. I begin scrambling for the formula, but my husband, Isaac Wagner, stops me.
"I gave the formula to Nancy because her dog's been having stomach issues lately. Just find something else to feed Benjamin for now. Nancy's dog cost 30 thousand dollars, so it deserves the two-thousand-dollar formula. Benjamin is a boy—he needs to learn to tough it out."
I yank my arm free from his grip and hiss, "Benjamin has severe allergies. He's reactive to over 200 substances and needs to drink the hypoallergenic formula. He's only two months old! He can't even handle solid food yet! You took his special formula to feed a dog. Do you want him to starve to death?"
Isaac frowns in annoyance. "Nancy's parents are gone. Rocky is the only family she has left. What's wrong with letting it have a little formula to ease its stomach? You're a mother. How can you be so heartless?"
I'm about to dash out of the car. "Is our son's life worth less than a dog's?"
Isaac slaps me and yells, "Our son will only grow strong if he experiences a little hunger and cold. It won't kill him to miss a few meals." 
On my 23rd birthday, my brother, Eric Welsh, becomes the richest man in the country. During the grand birthday party he throws for the housekeeper's daughter, Fiona Dobler, he announces that she will receive the sole attention of the Welsh family.
Meanwhile, I have only a month left to live because of my faulty artificial heart, and I can't find a matching donor. While I'm being tormented physically and mentally, I video call him.
When he hears me coughing, he berates me, "Back then, you left because you were worried that I'll be a burden to you. What now? Are you regretting it because I'm rich?"
My throat feels tight as I stare intently at his unchanged expression through the screen, smiling wryly. "Eric, think of 300,000 dollars as a small amount and lend it to me."
On the other end, Eric snorts and gently assures Fiona, "It's a scam call. Don't worry."
Of course he has nothing to worry about. The healthy heart in his chest is mine. 
"Ms. Keane, the test results are not very favorable. You've been diagnosed with late-stage pancreatic cancer. If you refuse treatment, you'll likely only have several weeks left to live—not even a month. Are you sure you wish to proceed without treatment? Does your husband agree to this?"
The doctor asks me over the phone.
"I'm sure… Yes, he agrees to this as well," I reply.
I gaze around the empty room after I end the call, feeling unbearably upset. I used to think the pain was just my recurring gastritis, but it's actually because of a tumor.
Sighing, I turn to gaze at the photo on the desk.
Silas Huntington, who's 18 in the photo, stares right back at me.
Even after all these years, I can still remember the day we took that photo. Snow had dusted our hair white, which made Silas ask whether this counted as us growing old together. 
My husband's little sweetheart is threatening to break up with him again. He’s drowning in misery, drinking so much that he landed in the hospital with a bleeding ulcer. Half dead, he mutters, "She’s the only one who dares to mess with me like this."
Then he grabs my hand and asks, "Honey, you’re a woman too. How do I get her to forgive me this time?"
It’s true. He’s cheated so many times, but this Vivian is the only one he actually cares about.
My phone buzzes—it’s a message from Vivian.
"Mrs. Carter! Please keep your husband in check! As a woman, don’t you have any pride left? Tell him to stop bothering me!"
I let out a sarcastic laugh and, just like always, ignore her.
On Eric’s fifth day in the hospital, he blew up my phone with calls. His mood was a mess as he yelled at me, "I’m in the hospital! Why haven’t you come to see me? Do you even care about your husband at all?"
I stayed calm. "I’m afraid if I show up, you’ll fall for me all over again."
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When my stepsister, Lucy Sloven, frames me for triggering her allergic reaction, my three brothers force me into a cramped, airless cellar and seal the door with chains.
I slam my fists against the cellar door, pleading with them to let me out.
My eldest brother, Aaron Caldwell, a powerful figure in the business world, snaps coldly, "I usually turn a blind eye when you bully Luce, but you knew she was allergic to seafood and still made her eat it. Are you trying to kill her? Stay in there and reflect on your actions!"
My second brother, Bruce Caldwell, a rising pop star, and my third brother, Clark Caldwell, a genius painter, scoff in unison. "Someone as vicious as you still dares to play the victim. Stay in there and suffer!"
With that, they scoop up the trembling Lucy and rush her to the hospital.
As time drags on, the oxygen dwindles. Every breath becomes a struggle until I suffocate to death inside.
Three days later, when my brothers return from the hospital with Lucy, they finally remember me.
They have no idea that I have already died from oxygen deprivation in that narrow cellar. 
On my birthday, Grandpa asks me, Harper Levinson, which man from the Zink family I wish to marry. I choose the fifth and youngest son without hesitation, and the elders are thrown into shock.
After all, everyone in our circle knows that I, the eldest daughter and future heiress to the Levinson Group, am deeply in love with their eldest son, Jonathan Zink. I've always insisted on marrying no one but him.
In my previous life, I did marry Jonathan. However, in our third month, I discovered that he was cheating on me with my illegitimate younger sister, Ruth.
That day, his eyes were filled with tears as he knelt before me. "Please forgive me. It was just an accident, I swear!"
I gave in but, ultimately, Grandpa found out and sent Ruth abroad. Jonathan believed it was all my doing, and from that moment on, he hated me to the bone.
Over the next few years, the elders in the family passed away one after another. We were always beaten to the punch in the market, and our company's confidential files were stolen.
On the very day I found out about my pregnancy, I was killed in a staged car accident.
Now, reborn into this life, I choose to let them fulfill their love instead. What I don't expect is when news of my engagement is announced, he storms into the engagement party and begs me to marry him. 
Ryan Pierce leaves me at the altar three times, each time for his precious first love, Natalie Grant.
The first time, she threatens to jump off a building. The second, she says she's moving abroad. The third, she sends a message, saying she's agreed to an arranged marriage.
On that day, the unflappable Ryan unravels. He abandons a church full of guests and turns me into a public joke once again.
My call to him is a final ultimatum.
"Come back now, or I will marry someone else today."
He only laughs in response. "Nat is young, so her dramatics are expected. But you are a grown woman. Are you also resorting to the same cheap tricks?"
My fingers clench around the phone. He knows it's one of Natalie's ploys, yet he chooses to indulge her anyway. That's when I finally let go.
Once he's finished soothing her, he turns his attention back to me as an afterthought.
"Choose a date to reschedule the wedding," he tells me. "Don't worry. It will be even grander than before."
At that moment, the man standing beside me smiles and interrupts him, "You will have to excuse us. My wife and I have a plane to catch." 
My ex-boyfriend, Jason Bell, still hasn't let go of me, even though I've been married to Cedric Mosley for two years now.
He sends blood-red dancing heels to me and threatens to destroy my current "peaceful life".
Terrified and trembling, I'm about to call the cops when a hand in latex gloves rests on my shoulder.
"Don't be afraid."
My forensic doctor husband, having just returned from an autopsy, carries a faint scent of formaldehyde with him.
He takes off his glasses. With the same hands he uses to handle scalpels, he slowly helps me open the threatening letter inside the package.
"The handwriting is sloppy, with uneven pressure applied. It's typical of an anxious personality type."
Then, as if he's reviewing an autopsy report, he comments mildly, "This type of person usually has brittle bones that snap easily."
*
There are 206 bones in an adult body.
When Cedric placed a “rib” ring on my finger, he whispered, “You are the bone I lost long ago—the one that makes me whole.”
That is the origin of this title. 
Katherine Wright has a two-faced boyfriend. During the day, he is thoughtful, sweet, and a complete gentleman. However, once the sun sets, he turns into a completely different man. At night, he behaves like a feral beast, pursuing his desires in ever-changing ways.
Everyone calls her a lucky woman. She is deaf, but her boyfriend has never shunned her because of her disability. On top of that, he's even trying to help her find a cure.
Katherine thinks she is lucky to have him too. But one day, a robber steals the specially made medicine her boyfriend had given her to treat her deafness. Because of this, she stops taking the medicine.
Just as she is about to break the news to her boyfriend, she overhears his friend say, "You and your brother sure know how to have fun! One of you plays with her heart during the day, while the other toys with her body at night. It's been three years—I can't believe that deaf woman is still completely unaware of this!"
Hearing this, Katherine's blood runs cold. 
Ethan Cooper is the youngest director in Fernwick. He looks cold and distant all the time, and he's very decisive whenever he acts. Everyone knows him as a fair and just man who cannot tolerate the slightest wrongdoing.
In order to stay by his side, Iris Whitman personally tears the admission letter to the prestigious Vantrel University during her senior high school year. Instead, she fills in the name of the law school Ethan is studying at.
After graduating from university, Iris uses all of her connections just to join the FBI field office where Ethan works.
In Iris' first year, the field office decides to distribute dangerous missions by having everyone draw lots for the very first time.
There are two sticks, with one long and the other short. Whoever gets the short stick will have to take on the mission.
Iris gets the short stick. So, Ethan dispatches her to infiltrate a cross-border human-trafficking organization as a spy.
In Iris' fourth year, everyone has to draw lots again. With trembling fingers, Iris draws the short stick once again. Her mission is to arrest drug dealers overseas.
In Iris' sixth year, the lot-drawing session greets her once again like an unshakable curse. As she stares at the familiar short stick lying in her palm, she lets out a chuckle all of a sudden.
This time, Ethan intends to dispatch her to Averlain to investigate a major corruption case.
Iris has drawn the short stick three times in six years. All she gets in return is countless scars on her body, the destruction of her family, as well as betrayal. 
I've just gotten married to Nathan Rodgers, a scion of Heidorot's elite, in the morning. But in the afternoon, he takes me to the courthouse for a divorce.
As I clutch both the marriage and divorce certificates in my hands, all I can hear is his friends' relentless mocking.
"Wow, Nathan! You actually married and divorced Caroline just because you wanted to cheer Eveline up!"
"Haha! Look at how pale Caroline looks! Don't tell me she's about to cry!"
Nathan wraps an arm around my adopted sister, Eveline Garrix. He says to her in a gentle tone, "Now that both certificates are here, are you willing to flash me a smile now?"
Caroline let out a soft giggle. Her face, which is often fixed with a cold expression, now has a smile blooming on it.
I want to demand answers, but I find myself being restrained by my brothers.
Martin Bergling, my oldest brother who's a CEO, frowns at me.
"Nathan is the only one who can make Caroline laugh. You'd better behave now."
Oscar Bergling, my second brother, who's an award-winning actor, shoves me to the floor.
"Eveline comes from a pitiful background. You, on the other hand, were born with a silver spoon—you have plenty of men to pick from other than Nathan."
Albus Bergling, my third brother who's a biology professor, fixes a cold expression on his face.
"Nathan should've married Eveline a long time ago. Stop bothering them already, Caroline!"
After that, my brothers forcibly push them into a car in an attempt to stop me from ruining their first love's happiness.
That's when the system, which has gone missing for a very long time, returns to me.
"Host, it appears that you've accomplished your mission! Do you want to return to your world right now?"
I sit in the back seat, looking out the window glumly. When I hear the system's voice, I almost break out into laughter.
Finally, the angsty scene I've performed for the sake of my mission is over. From now on, I no longer give a damn about the stupid theatrics those idiots call their lives. 
Since the company's taking a well-deserved break on New Year, my boss, Justine Shaw, tags everyone in the company's group chat and tells them to check their accounts for their latest salaries.
Unfortunately, I'm the only one who has yet to receive my salary.
When Justine finds out about it, she doesn't seem to mind at all. After ensuring that there's nothing wrong with my bank account, she transfers me my salary once again.
But weirdly enough, I don't receive the money at all.
My colleagues refuse to believe me. Thankfully, Justine is willing to make one more transaction in front of us. She lets us witness the entire process as well.
Still, I have yet to receive the salary.
My colleagues grow furious on Justine's behalf. They admonish me for being a scammer who wants to swindle money from the company before throwing me out.
Alas, the moment I leave the company, I get run over by a truck and die on the spot.
Even as I breathe my last, I still don't understand what happened. The transaction process is fine, but why can't I receive my salary at all?
When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day I receive my salary. 
Marian was not ambitious and the only aspiration she had was to lead an idyllic life in the countryside, like farming and picking flowers. But her grandpa didn’t allow her to do so.
He asked her to come back to the urban area by all means and required her to inherit an enormous fortune, while at the same time arranging her to engage with the son of the richest man.
Thereafter, Marian started her journey to force others to eat humble pies.
She graduated from an Ivy school with a straight-A performance at the age of 16, becoming the youngest graduate in the history of the school, but her sister said she was a poor student?
She was the leader of the league of top-class Hacker elites in the world, but her brother called her a newbie?
She had been on top of the “list of top investors in the stock market” for ten consecutive years, but her mom said it was a waste of money to raise her.
Even the chairmen of five top-level consortiums eagerly wanted her to work as their investment counsellor, but her dad called her a country girl?
She was well versed in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine appreciation, flower arrangement as well as tea!
James said, “Come on, this is the pen. Write down what you can’t achieve.”
Three hours later…
Marian yelled excitedly, “I got an answer.”
James thought to himself triumphantly: Clever girl, you’re finally baffled by something!
Marian looked at him with self-complacence, “I can’t love you.”
James was choked up.
[a bigoted and scheming male lead VS. a capable female lead] 
Emma Cole, a nerd in high school and untouched all throughout her life at a community college, was abandoned by her birth parents and grew up in foster care homes all around New York. Whenever her name was mentioned, the people who knew her laughed and called her foul names, since she looked like the female version of Steve Urkel and was easy to pick on and belittle. She had no sense of style. All she wore were big dresses that hid her tiny figure underneath and glasses which didn"t do her eyes any justice. She owned one bag-- a beat-up leather she received as a gift from a spelling bee contest her freshman year in high school.Though she went to school, she had no friends, no family, and no one to teach her about becoming a lady. Emma had done everything by herself since she was one year old-- the age she was dumped by her parents into the foster system.At age twenty three, she lived in a very small apartment by herself. She wasn"t able to land a high-paying job to afford a good house, as of yet. Every time she applied to a vacant position she may have seen in a newspaper in the cafe, they would turn her down when she went to the interviews and the interviewers took one look at her. Appearance was more than her qualifications if she wanted to land a job as a receptionist or personal assistant at one of the big firms in New York City.Emma decided to stop hoping for a better job and stuck with being a waitress at Carl"s Cafe.Her hell on earth.Carl was the manager and owner of the cafe. A grown man, forty-five years old, who had experienced all the things he had chosen to chase in his pathetic life. He was a terrible boss and treated his employees as his personal slaves with low wages. One of his nasty habits was hitting on his female employees while on the job, but he never hit on Emma. Although she was a female, she just wasn"t his type and was too unattractive to even be bothered with. 
Can't believe the Moon goddess my own great great great grandmother would curse her own grandson to a life of misery. Blessings are what they say mates are, mine are a curse. Before I knew how badly mates could destroy you, tear apart your soul, I craved mine. Craved finding my other half, now I know better. Mate’s are a distraction one I couldn’t afford, yet here I am still searching for my little white wolf knowing I will be damned when I finally catch her, that I will once again have to tear off another piece of my soul when I am forced to kill this one too.
Mate’s are no blessing and the Moon Goddess, well I have given up on her, my mother is a pure hybrid a direct descendant of the Moon goddess herself,making her the hybrid Queen until she handed her title to me stepping down, now I am the cursed Alpha king. My father was a werewolf so the only good thing I got out of my mother being a hybrid was being the ultimate predator, luckily I was also blessed with a wolf. My twin sisters were like my mother, just hybrid's, no wolf's no shifting, my younger brothers were like me though, tends to run in the female side the hybrid genes. I only craved blood in wolf form, my sisters craved it all the time.
My family were the only hybrids except for the mutations made by Kade a crazy scientist who was hellbent on revenge for a feud that had nothing to with us only my grandfather but that didn’t stop for trying to destroy us, he used my grandfathers blood to become immortal we thought after finally killing the bastard everything was going to be fine. Well until I found my first mate, she was a hunter and what a disaster that was. I was blinded by the mate bond and she was using me to get to my pack, my family so knowing that it ended in her death.
I won't stand for betrayal and having to kill her destroyed me. Yet now my grandmother has decided to fiddle with the Fates again and give me another dud for a mate. A second chance mate and this one has been eluding me for months now. 
I yelped, squirming, but quickly stilled myself, knowing one wrong move in this position and I’d fall. And London sure wasn’t going to catch me. The glint in his eyes made that clear. Trapped, I was at his mercy, taking whatever he dished out without writhing.His head peeked up from between my legs, squinting as he hoarsely said, “Oh, and one more thing… not a single sound from you, and don't touch me. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”What? He couldn’t expect me to just shut my eyes and keep it in. Hell, soft moans were already escaping my lips from his previous kisses.“What?” I asked, bewildered.“Meaning, you're not allowed to make any sound, and you're not allowed to touch me, including tugging on my hair; you’d give me a headache,” he huskily said, licking my inner thighs again, inching closer to my wetness.“Or else?” I dared to ask.He gave me a devilish smile before chuckling, “You're free to find out, no?”*************** London was once a devoted Gamma, but fate has given him a second life as the Alpha and Lycan King, haunted by a deep-seated hatred for women and the mate bond. Unable to recall his past life, he now faces a new destiny intertwined with a woman who lost everything in one tragic night. When he rejects her, he risks losing all he's ever desired. His mate hides a crucial secret, and despite his indifference, this secret might just turn his world upside down. 
Anna kindly saved a man. But she did not expect that she saved an ungrateful man who deflowered her later.
She took a needle and stuck on it, causing him to become impotent and not be able to have sex with another woman again!
Her adoptive parents schemed against her and made her marry into a wealthy family in place of her good friend. She was surprised to find that her newlywed husband was actually impotent...
Anna seemed to understand something. She left the divorce agreement and ran away.
During her escape, she found that she had a child in her belly.
Her rich and powerful husband angrily chased after her. "Anna, explain why you stuck a needle on me! Cure my sexual dysfunction, R-I-G-H-T N-O-W!"
She thought that he would torture her after taking her back, but out of her expectation, he pampered her a lot.?
The reporter asked, "Sir, didn't you say that she was an impostor?"
Louie held Anna in his arms, "Bullshit! I only wanted Anna from start to finish!"
"And, the baby in her belly!" 
The old saying goes, “You may feel good mistreating your spouse, but trying to win them back will be a laborious task.”Before the divorce, Michael saw Ivanka as a heartless, self-serving woman who would stop at nothing to reach her goals. But after the split, the man who once declared that “falling in love makes you a fool” became the fool himself. “Marry me, honey. I love you,” he pleaded. “Marry me, honey. I’m sorry,” he begged. “Marry me, honey. I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life,” he promised. Ivanka simply retorted, “Would you please stop following me around? You’re driving me crazy. Are you a dog or what?” To this, Michael replied, “I’m your lapdog, honey. I’ll only bark for you.”Ivanka smirked. As a successful lawyer, renowned physician, and elite hacker, why would she ever consider remarrying this worthless man and becoming his caretaker once again?“I won’t remarry you, you b*stard. Stay away from me,” she declared. 
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