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[#lovesosweet] [WARNING: Mature content 18+] [WPC #AUG2023Entry] « Is it not enough that I have been 'sold off' as a catalogue bride but also have to compete with a dead woman for favour? » Shelby looks like she has it all. The perfect family and all the perks that come with it. But she must go through a 'forced contract marriage' and also compete for the attention of the man she had been unwillingly tied to... Ian lost the love of his life so suddenly that his mind still refuses to accept that reality. He gave up everything and secluded himself until his mother found him a bride. His one task was to give the family an heir but how can Ian do this when the air he breathes all revolves around the one woman he can never have. However, he finds himself in a predicament and dilema when the new contracted bride is thrust into his life unwittingly... especially, when he finds out that she is more than meets the eye. Image: Image generated from starryai.com, cover completed by me. This is an original story of mine. Copyright Loctovia 2023 Completed, September 2025

Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~

Als Belle mehrere Stunden vor Morgengrauen aus einem Albtraum aufwachte, holte sie sich ein Glas Wasser. Sie hielt vor dem Fenster ihrer Küche inne, als sie eine brennende Laterne vor dem Garten ihres Herrenhauses bemerkte. Ihr Butler stand dort mit einer Schaufel in der Hand. Dies war keine Stunde zum Gärtnern. Neugierig machte sie sich nach draußen, aber als sie nah genug herangekommen war, um eine große und tiefe Grube neben ihrem ewig stoischen und höflichen Butler zu sehen, sah sie, wie er einen verwesten Körper aufhob. EINE LEICHE! Ihre Augen weiteten sich ängstlich, als sie ihren gutaussehenden Butler sah, wie er den verwesenden Körper in das frische Loch warf. Sie fragte entsetzt: "Was tust du da?!" Überrascht, seine junge Herrin zu dieser Stunde wach zu sehen, starrte er sie mit demselben Gesichtsausdruck an, den er all die Jahre beibehalten hatte. Er hatte sichergestellt, dass sie schlief, bevor er hierherkam. "Gärtnern." "Und die Leiche?!", schaute sie ihn ungläubig an. "Dünger", antwortete er ihr, bevor er die Schaufel aufhob, die auf dem Boden lag. Belle war jetzt sicher, dass etwas von ihrem Butler Besitz ergriffen hatte. Wer vergrub schon Leichen als Gartenpflanze?! Dann hörte sie ihn fragen: "Möchten Sie mir beim Einpflanzen helfen, Fräulein Adams?" Er schenkte ihr ein süßes Lächeln. Hinweis: Wenn Sie ein Buch mit Komödie, leichtherziger Romanze und einem gotischen Hintergrund genießen. Dieses Buch ist für Sie~

Se réveillant d'un cauchemar plusieurs heures avant l'aube, Belle alla chercher un verre d'eau. Elle s'arrêta devant la fenêtre de sa cuisine lorsqu'elle remarqua une lanterne allumée devant le jardin de son manoir. Son majordome se tenait là, une pelle à la main. Ce n'était pas l'heure de jardiner. Curieuse, elle se dirigea dehors, mais lorsqu'elle fut assez proche pour voir un grand trou béant à côté de son majordome éternellement stoïque et poli, elle le vit ramasser un corps en décomposition. UN CADAVRE ! Ses yeux s'écarquillèrent de peur lorsqu'elle vit son séduisant majordome laisser tomber le corps en décomposition dans le trou fraîchement creusé. Elle demanda, horrifiée : « Qu'est-ce que vous faites ?! » Surpris de voir sa jeune demoiselle éveillée à cette heure, il la dévisagea avec la même expression qu'il arborait depuis toutes ces années. Il s'était assuré qu'elle dormait avant de venir ici. « Du jardinage. » « Et le corps ?! » le regarda-t-elle, incrédule. « De l'engrais, » lui répondit-il avant de ramasser la pelle qui était par terre. Belle était maintenant certaine que quelque chose avait possédé son majordome. Qui donc jardinait des cadavres ?! Elle l'entendit alors lui demander : « Voulez-vous m'aider à le planter, Mademoiselle Adams ? », lui adressa-t-il avec un doux sourire.

Al despertarse de una pesadilla varias horas antes del amanecer, Belle fue a por un vaso de agua. Se detuvo frente a la ventana de la cocina cuando vio una linterna encendida frente al jardín de su mansión. Su mayordomo estaba allí, pala en mano. No era hora de dedicarse a la jardinería. Curiosa, salió al exterior, pero cuando se acercó lo suficiente como para ver un gran y profundo hoyo junto a su eternamente estoico y educado mayordomo, lo vio recoger un cuerpo en descomposición. ¡UN CADÁVER! Sus ojos se abrieron de par en par con miedo cuando vio a su apuesto mayordomo dejar caer el cuerpo putrefacto en el agujero recién cavado. Preguntó horrorizada: "¿¡Qué estás haciendo!?". Sorprendido de ver a su joven señorita despierta a esa hora, la miró con la misma expresión que había mantenido durante todos estos años. Se había asegurado de que estuviera dormida antes de venir. "Haciendo jardinería". "¿¡Y el cuerpo!?", lo miró con incredulidad. "Fertilizante", le respondió antes de recoger la pala que estaba en el suelo. Belle ahora estaba segura de que algo había poseído a su mayordomo. ¿¡Quién usa cadáveres para la jardinería!? Entonces le oyó preguntarle: "¿Quiere ayudarme a plantarlo, señorita Adams?", mientras le dedicaba una dulce sonrisa.

Acordando de um pesadelo várias horas antes do amanhecer, Belle foi buscar um copo d'água. Ela parou em frente à janela da cozinha quando notou uma lanterna acesa em frente ao jardim de sua mansão. Seu mordomo estava lá, de pá na mão. Aquela não era hora para jardinagem. Curiosa, ela foi para fora, mas quando chegou perto o suficiente para ver uma cova grande e funda ao lado de seu eternamente estoico e educado mordomo, ela o viu pegar um corpo podre. UM CORPO MORTO! Seus olhos se arregalaram de medo quando ela viu seu belo mordomo largar o corpo em decomposição no buraco recém-cavado. Ela perguntou, horrorizada: "O que você está fazendo?!" Surpreso ao ver sua jovem senhorita acordada a essa hora, ele a encarou com a mesma expressão que manteve por todos esses anos. Ele tinha se certificado de que ela estava dormindo antes de vir para cá. "Jardinagem." "E o corpo?!", ela olhou para ele, incrédula. "Fertilizante", respondeu ele antes de pegar a pá que estava no chão. Belle agora tinha certeza de que algo havia possuído seu mordomo. Quem usa corpos mortos na jardinagem?! Então, ela o ouviu perguntar: "Quer me ajudar a plantá-lo, Senhorita Adams?", ele lhe deu um doce sorriso.

The screech of brakes tore through the rainy night as Zoe Xu, twenty-nine, drew her last breath in a fatal car crash. The final image seared into her mind was Hugh Pei holding another woman, Lila Wei, in his arms—a sight that, combined with the news of her family's bankruptcy, became the cruelest epitaph for her short life. The marriage that began as a business alliance had ended with her tragic death, paving the way for him and his "one true love." But at the moment of her death, fate hit the reset button. Zoe awakens in her bedroom, three months into her marriage with Hugh. The crystal chandelier still sparkles, but the woman in the mirror has not yet been worn down by his emotional neglect. A glimmer of foolish hope for their marriage still lingers in her eyes. This time, the proud heiress of A-City is done being subservient. She is determined to tear down the "perfect couple" charade. She watches his cold detachment with indifference and, this time, is the first to serve the divorce papers. The love and hate of her past life have burned to ashes; all she wants is to reclaim what her family lost and live for herself. But then, things begin to go off the rails. Hugh, who once treated their home like a hotel, starts coming home on time. The man who never spared a thought for her feelings now brings her hot coffee when she works late. His strange behavior sends ripples across the calm surface of Zoe's heart. Is this the butterfly effect of her rebirth, or is he plotting something new? A chance encounter at "Encounter Café" brings an even bigger surprise. Lila Wei, the girl Hugh cherished, is there, bustling between tables in an apron, her smile as bright as the rumors say. But looking into her eyes, Zoe sees an innocence that startles her. Perhaps this "one true love" never knew she was a weapon destined to shatter another woman's life. As Hugh and Lila meet and fall in love again, just as they did in the past, Zoe stands at a crossroads, questioning for the first time: is revenge the only answer? From quiet endurance to sharp brilliance, Zoe reclaims her family's honor in the world of business while navigating an emotional tug-of-war that reveals the truth of the heart. Hugh's belated affection, Lila's innocent gaze, and the growing pains of her own rediscovery weave a complex web. She finally understands that rebirth isn't about repeating hatred, but about the chance to choose: to drown in the pain of the past, or to walk towards a future that is truly her own. This is a story of female awakening—a battle fought when the illusion of marriage is stripped away and the halo of a "perfect rival" shatters. It’s a story where two evolving souls collide and spark amidst the city's neon lights. You'll find an emotional chess game of sweetness and angst, the satisfying thrill of a comeback against all odds, and the courage of a woman rebuilding herself from the ruins. This urban romance—a blend of second chances, powerful protagonists, and real-world questions—will pull you in. After all, life offers no true do-overs, but we always have the power to rewrite our ending.

Entrevistador: "Sr. Brad, ouvi dizer que o senhor era uma força considerável no ringue de boxe?" Richard Brad: "Isso mesmo. Acabei de conquistar o cinturão de campeão." Entrevistador: "Impressionante! Mas o que o fez trocar o boxe pela atuação?" Richard Brad: [ri levemente] "Bem… muita gente dizia que eu tinha um rosto que combinava com o cinema. Diziam que seria um desperdício se eu não tentasse atuar. Pensei um pouco sobre isso e, sabe de uma coisa? Eles tinham razão. Com um rosto tão expressivo, seria um crime não aproveitá-lo." Do ringue de boxe a Hollywood, de campeão de lutas a ator premiado, de um ninguém a um magnata… Richard Brad sempre acreditou em uma coisa: Pessoas bonitas nunca têm falta de sorte. (Ambientado no mundo do entretenimento americano, na década de 1990, estilo cotidiano — outros entusiastas são bem-vindos!) Essa Novel é traduzida

Javier Restrepo was supposed to die at twenty-two in a burning car wreck, the price of five years running Brooklyn's streets and one heist too many. Instead, he woke up at seventeen in his group home bed. Same broken ceiling. Same thin mattress. Same hopeless future stretching ahead. But now he carried twenty-two years of memories, mistakes, and the crushing weight of friends who'd died for nothing. Then Vicente Morales appeared. The legendary heavyweight, murdered thirty years ago in the same Brooklyn streets Javier called home, appeared as a ghost and offered a deal. Train hard and fight clean. In return, maybe they could both find justice for their wasted lives. The ghost came with a gift: a boxing system that tracked every improvement, every technique, and every ounce of heart Javier poured into becoming something more than another street kid destined for failure. From amateur tournaments to professional rings, Javier climbs toward championship glory. But as he rises, dark secrets about Vicente's murder begin to surface. In the ring, technique decides winners. Outside it, some fights are about survival. From the streets to the squared circle, Javier's swinging for redemption. *This time, he's fighting for more than just himself.* Content Disclaimer: This novel contains mature themes including violence, crime, death, and the brutal realities of professional boxing. The story features supernatural elements within a gritty urban setting and explores themes of redemption, corruption, and moral ambiguity. Reader discretion is advised for scenes depicting boxing violence, criminal activity, and intense emotional content. Fiction Notice: All characters, organizations, events, and locations in this work are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, actual events, or existing places is purely coincidental. This story is a work of imagination and should not be taken as factual representation of boxing, law enforcement, or any real-world institutions.