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Rumor had it that Xaviera Evans had a weak constitution—a sickly beauty. Rumor had it that she spent a fortune every day on medications—eating them like candy. Rumor had it that ten servants waited on her by her bed every day—a burden to everyone. They were all waiting for the Evans family to toss Xaviera Evans back to the countryside and leave her to fend for herself. Xaviera Evans: "They're all saying that I'm weak and can't take care of myself. Apparently, I spend money recklessly as well.” She looked down at her tattered shirt and was exasperated. Xaviera Evans: “Are you saying that this wealthy family lets their daughter wear tattered clothes every day?” The Evans family's rich daughter? She had enough! She would not be it anymore! Therefore… Scumbag guy: "Without the Evans family, you're nothing." Xaviera Evans: "If I'm kicked out of the Evans family, I'll be done for." Scumbag girl: "Sis, don't be too disappointed. As long as you work hard, you'll be praised one day.” Xaviera Evans: "Shut up, I don't know a traitor like you." The scumbag guy and girl: "???" Rumor had it that the Mamet family's youngest son, Caleb Mamet, rashly married a woman who had nothing but looks. Xaviera Evans: "Is someone looking down on me?" One day, Xaviera Evans saw one of Caleb Mamet's employees racking his brains over a series of numbers on the computer screen. Since she was free, she lent a hand. Did she just crack the firewall created by the joint efforts of top elite hackers?! Caleb Mamet inched closer with every step. "Xaviera, what else are you hiding from me? Hmm?" Xaviera Evans: "Oh, no! I feel dizzy again! I'm so weak. This body of mine is just too weak!"

When they first met, they quickly registered their marriage, and she became his woman. From then on, she was cherished by the man as the apple of his eye, not allowing her to suffer the slightest grievance. He, the dark and sinister king of the Sovereign Empire, also a business tycoon, a hidden noble, cold, ruthless, and domineering yet charming, used all his immense power and wealth to spoil his woman to the heavens. "King, the Young Madam says she wants a 50 billion diamond ring." "How can one be enough? Send her a truckload." "King, the Young Madam threw down the divorce agreement and ran away pregnant." That night, he cornered her against the wall, his deep, magnetic voice seductively saying: "Baby, where do you plan to go with my heir?" [Double Virgins][Extreme Pampering][Abuse Scum]

Sophie Wilson's rebirth brings a clear goal—to win over this 'good cabbage' Charles Seymour. After making her move, she discovers that his methods are a hundred times more sophisticated than hers, and he dotes on her with wild abandon! "Young Master Seymour, what drives you to become a business magnate?" "Building a dowry for my wife." "Young Master Seymour, it's said your culinary skills surpass even top chefs?" "My wife loves to eat." "Young Master Seymour, why did you venture into the amusement park industry?" "My wife loves to play." "Young Master Seymour, how did you develop the most comfortable mattress in the world?" Charles Seymour's gaze darkens: "My wife loves…" Sophie Wilson: "..." Check out my completed works 'The Evil Emperor's Pampering: The Waste Miss,' 'The Noble Lady of the Farming Gate: The Evil King, Let's Farm,' 'The Explosive Medical Princess: The Dark Phoenix King's Fierce Wife,' 'Beast King's Overbearing Love: The World-shocking Elementalist.'

These days, could one really time-travel just by dreaming? And to become a silly princess at that. Well, marrying a domineering man wasn't too bad. His taking a concubine wasn't the end of the world either. But why was she forbidden from liking anything except him? That was just too domineering! She had to escape! Ah, but upon escaping, she realized he was a half-demon who didn't understand love... and, moreover, a half-demon who had a three-lives connection with her...

Once, Mu Anhan walked out on the man who loved her to madness—only to die and discover the price. Reborn, she clings to Gu Xiaozhan’s sleeve and whispers, “One more baby?” The tabloids sneer: “She’s nothing but a baby-maker, soon to be dumped.” Then her masks fall—perfume empress, top hacker, miracle doctor, AI genius, design prodigy. Now Nobel laureates queue at her gate. At night she curls in his arms, red lips teasing. Gu Xiaozhan lifts an eyebrow, voice low and scalding: “Ready for round three?”

Su Xiaoyue, a humble kindergarten teacher, had the fervent wish that she would one day become a famous educator, with students all over the world. However, her peaceful life underwent a drastic change after she became Fan Mingyu's homeroom teacher, leading to countless interactions with Fan Mingyu’s adoptive father, the CEO of Sanyang Group. On matters of the child’s education, the two of them locked horns, continuously embroiled in conflict. …… In the spacious and bright CEO's office, Fan Shaoming sat in a black swivel chair, spinning back and forth, idly fiddling with a red brocade box in his hands, while casting glances at the woman sitting across from him, patiently lecturing him. Su Xiaoyue swallowed hard, words had made her thirsty, and she wanted a drink of water but was reluctant to ask this man for it. With a strained patience, she said, “Mr. Fan, Mingyu is a very smart child, but if you don’t educate him properly, you, as his father, will ruin him. You’re not loving him, you’re harming him. Your indulgence is spoiling him, letting him fail to recognize his own mistakes, leading him further down the wrong path.” “Are you done?” Fan Shaoming stopped spinning in his chair, stood up and walked around the desk, pulled up Su Xiaoyue, then opened up the red brocade box, took out an expensive diamond ring, and slid it onto Su Xiaoyue’s finger, saying in a deep voice, “Mingyu and I have discussed it, and we think you’re an excellent teacher and will surely make a very good mother. I don’t understand romance, so I’ll be direct, take a half-day off tomorrow morning, bring your household registration book, and wait for me at the civil affairs office.” Su Xiaoyue’s face turned green, she was lecturing him, and he was proposing to her!

In a twisted version of the Old West, where Native American fables come to life, the land is teeming with blight and cessation. Skinwalkers, Bakwas, Urayuli, and even the dreaded Wendigo roam freely, constantly terrorizing humanity. In this unforgiving landscape, survival becomes the supreme dream, luxury an impossibility. But hope lies in Ether, an eccentric substance that defies reason, and Sigils, granting individuals extraordinary abilities. So, as men and women from the burgeoning East venture into the treacherous West, they must navigate the nightmares that lurk within the wilderness and the horrors from above, below, and within. Survival becomes a battle for the mind, body, and soul. Each step must be taken lightly, lest they fall prey to a grim fate—a forgotten corpse, a demon's feast, or the plaything of ancient and incomprehensible beings. Fools tread where angels fear to gaze, yet not all fools let themselves wilt. Some are simply too stubborn to break.

Jeg udstødte en bitter latter. "Det er ironisk, er det ikke? I har brugt årevis på at gøre mit liv til et helvede på jord, og nu ser I på mig, som om jeg er selve den luft, I indånder." Lennox' ansigt faldt sammen. "Olivia, det var ikke meningen, det skulle være sådan her—" Jeg afbrød ham med øjne, der blussede af vrede. "Jo, det var det. I ville have mig knækket. I ville have mig til at lide. Og det gjorde jeg." Jeg holdt en pause, og min stemme skælvede. "Men ikke længere." Louis, som havde været tavs, sagde sagte: "Olivia, vi—" Jeg rystede på hovedet og tog et skridt tilbage for at skabe afstand mellem os. "Nej. Uanset hvad I tror, I føler, er det ligegyldigt. Det er for sent. I havde et valg. Og hver eneste gang valgte I hende. Igen og igen valgte I Anita." Levi rystede på hovedet. "Vi tog fejl." Jeg mødte deres blikke. "Ja, det gjorde I. Og nu må I leve med det." Med de ord vendte jeg mig om og nægtede at lade dem se de tårer, der brændte i mine øjne. •••••••• Olivia Parker var engang den elskede datter af en respekteret Gamma—indtil forræderi knuste hendes verden. Stemplet som datter af en forræder blev hun frataget sin titel, sin værdighed og det liv, hun havde kendt, og tvunget til at tjene som en Omega blandt dem, der engang respekterede hende. Men Skæbnen var ikke færdig med hende endnu. På aftenen for parringsceremonien opdagede Olivia den grusomste af alle skæbnens luner—hun var ikke bestemt for kun én mage, men tre. Og ikke bare hvilke som helst tre. Alfa Lennox, Alfa Louis og Alfa Levi—de hensynsløse trillinge-Alfaer, som havde brugt årevis på at pine hende. Bundet til et ægteskab, de aldrig havde ønsket, gjorde trillingerne hendes liv til et vågent mareridt. De fremviste deres elskerinde, Anita, foran hende og sørgede for, at hun aldrig glemte sin plads, aldrig glemte, at de aldrig ville have hende. Men Skæbnen har sin egen måde at spille spillet på. Som hemmeligheder afsløres og begravede sandheder kommer frem i lyset, begynder trillingerne at se Olivia for den, hun virkelig er—ikke bare en Luna af titel, men den kvinde, de aldrig indså, de havde brug for. Men nu er hun færdig med at vente.

WARNING!!! Banyak adegan yang bisa membuat hati meronta. Retta Angelistha. Pertemuan yang jauh dari kata baik dengan cowok dingin bernama Rey Putra membuat Retta putus dari pacar toxic-nya dan juga membuat kehidupannya terasa jauh lebih indah. Diratukan oleh pacarnya, diistimewakan oleh sepupu cowoknya, dihormati serta dianggap Bu Ketua oleh geng mobil pacarnya yang cukup disegani, serta dianggap Ibu Negara oleh anak-anak Rans yang merupakan geng mobil Sepupunya. Bukan tanpa alasan Retta diperlakukan begitu spesial, karena banyak alasan di baliknya, apalagi Retta juga bukan perempuan biasa. Retta adalah Leader dari Black Motor Girl. Bagaimana cara mereka memperlakukan Retta dengan spesial? Apakah diperlakukan spesial oleh banyak orang membuat hidupnya baik-baik saja dan terus berjalan indah? Tidak! Lalu? Baca saja, see you.

Cierra Boyle blev brat sendt til udlandet af sin mand på deres bryllupsnat. Det var en gådefuld vending, som fik mange til at sætte spørgsmålstegn ved omstændighederne. Tre lange år gik, før Cierra endelig vendte tilbage, kun for at blive mødt af en barsk virkelighed – hun blev jaget væk med en skilsmisseaftale og et separationsbrev. Nysgerrighed og skadefryd fyldte luften, mens folk spændt ventede på Cierras fald. De forudsagde, at hun ville bukke under for strabadserne i et liv i fattigdom og til sidst komme krybende tilbage og skamløst tigge Boyle-familien om husly. De spekulerede yderligere i, at hun ville plage Draven Trevino ubønhørligt. Skæbnen havde dog en anden plan i vente. En overraskende udvikling fandt sted, da nogen så Draven stå foran sin ekskone med et ynkeligt udtryk i øjnene. "Cierra," ytrede han, med en stemme fyldt af længsel, "hvornår skal vi giftes igen?"