designing in procreate

For our wedding anniversary, my husband used my black card to buy me a limited-edition watch. I'd come home to grab some files, only to be met with the sickeningly sweet sound of my apprentice, Giselle Monroe, whispering with my husband. "Andre, your wife is nothing but a walking wallet. What does she know about being wild? She could never ignite you like I can." Andre sighed. Then, in an indulgent tone, he said, "Brooke is too perfect—perfect to the point of being suffocating. Not like you. You’re like a wild vine wrapped around me, making me feel the searing heat of life." Just then, his mother, Sylvia Cavanaugh, called. He put her on speaker. "Andre, you need to act fast. While Brooke still loves you, take control of all the secrets and assets she holds over the higher-ups and make them your own. That girl, Giselle, looks promising—she's much better than that icy queen you have for a wife." I gripped the cold doorknob, listening to the shameless pair in the study and the venomous woman on the phone. The family crest he’d tattooed on his back—for me—felt like it was burning a hole right through my skin. I immediately sent an encrypted message to our banker in Switzerland, my mind already fixed on my next move. See you at the family meeting, you ungrateful traitors.

At the anniversary dinner I personally orchestrated, my husband, Trey Valeriano—heir to the Valeriano family—publicly declared that another woman, Brielle Santoro, would be the family's next Donna. I was a bride in an arranged marriage, a piece of property branded "Mrs. Valeriano." He never allowed me to appear at any social events we were supposed to attend together. I had designed eighteen family projects for him, yet he wouldn't even let me stand by his side as his wife at our own anniversary dinner. For the nineteenth project, he finally relented. I was ecstatic, slipping into a silk gown he had never seen before, one that hugged every curve, only to arrive and see another woman—Brielle Santoro—already on his arm. They were wrapped around each other, and the family video montage I had poured my heart into creating had been replaced with a slideshow of their steamy vacation photos from Miami. Trey held Brielle, his gaze meeting mine with those cold, blue eyes I had once adored, as he announced Brielle would be the future Donna because I had never been "truly one of them." Everyone was waiting for me to break down, to scream, but I didn't. In fact, I felt the knot that had been tightening in my chest for three years finally come undone. Because in three days, our three-year marriage contract would expire. And I would be free.

After an uneventful life, an aging geek dies in a most ignoble of ways only to be offered the chance to try again and live, with at least fewer regrets. Restarting life complete with wish-fulfilling parameters to help him along. The first one is to have a system based on a TTRPG that he'd been puttering around designing for the last decade. Looking forward to correcting some of his mistakes, our erstwhile MC should have read the fine print. ------------------------------------------------------------------- I wanted to have more chapters ready before I put anything out, but then this Writing Prompt hit all the buttons, so... I'm still new at this and often bounce around to various projects. If it does okay, I'll keep it at a higher priority.

Max never expected to wake up in another world. Let alone a with monsters and gates where Designers are humanity's hope for fast growth. As Players flock to his dungeon and word spreads, Max discovers his true edge. Not raw power, but a the creativity of someone raised on Earth’s vast library of games. In a world where strength is measured by mana and ranks, Max will rise not as the strongest Player, but as the Designer who rewrites the very idea of what a dungeon can be. After all, if training is fun then who wouldn’t play?

GRAPHICS DESIGNER

I am Ara...soon to be known as Nyxara. And I would like to offer great thanks to my snake best friend for, Stealing my designs, Captivating my boyfriend's eyes, Ruining my reputation, Murdering the seventeen years old girl who stood by my side till the end(she was such a cute sweet soul), And lastly, exiting me from the human world by causing several hand pins get driven into my head, leading to my death. so why am i thanking her? Well, because now Im Nyxara, having gotten reborn in an underworld full of vampire, demons, high nobles, oh and beast men too. of which i can't apparently tell what exactly they're more obsessed with, my designs?...or me... And guess what, i discovered something impossible, in this world, my creations are not just clothing, it goes further to actually playing a powerful role acting as a binding contract, that's... I can control them. yh both that vampire of a king, even that dangerously handsome demon lord who makes me forget how to breathe. …(I blame no one for that ). * blushes * plus that cold duke who wont let me go, those nobles fighting over my dress ( and i mean the ladies can literally kill just to be the one wearing my exclusive designs) and that mysterious fallen archduke whose presence is the only thing i feel, always watching me like I'm something he lost long ago. To be honest, I only wanted to make my embroideries and sell them low-key. Haha kidding, I'm actually building my very own f***ing empire!. And yes, if by luck I ever set my eyes on that snake again? Let's just say, it would be rude not to return the favor… a hundredfold. After all, in this world, courtesy matters. ——— P.S. a little gossip if interested. (if not, chapter one is waiting). so for those who stayed, the female nobles here truly don't understand fashion, just overflowing long gowns every single day!, like what happened to powerful women putting on suits and trousers, having that untouchable mafia aura with their sunglasses, sharp silhouettes and their designers bags in hand. Tsk! And the men? tsk tsk, …Let’s not start that conversation here. Because I think... someone is already coming for me. That cold duke. And Mr. charming demon lord. *…wink*

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Aurelie Engel is a stunning model who has a hidden motive. She wants to seduce and destroy Nicolas Leroux. He is a famous designer and she believes he caused her best friend to overdose. As she gets involved with Nicolas, she starts to feel an unexpected attraction to him. She also begins to doubt her mission. He seems to be nothing like the monster she was told he was. There’s more to what happened to her friend. Will she discover the truth before she ruins his life? Or will she fall victim to her own revenge plot? Find out in this exciting and romantic story of love, deception, and decadent desires. Warning: There are mentions of suicide.

Reeling from a breakup with her unfaithful ex, Eliza Harris boards a luxury cruise seeking escape. But when a violent storm forces passengers into lifeboats, she finds unexpected solace in the enigmatic Adrian. As their bond deepens, Eliza uncovers unsettling secrets about Adrian's mob-connected family and her own past, unraveling a dangerous conspiracy. Stranded at a luxurious resort and caught in a web of betrayal, Eliza and Adrian must navigate shifting alliances and personal betrayals. Amid storms, passionate encounters, and hidden agendas, they confront the dark truth behind Adrian’s brother’s death and their families’ entangled fates. In a high-stakes battle against a powerful enemy, Eliza and Adrian’s tumultuous journey reveals shocking truths and tests their love. As they face the ultimate revelation, their future hangs in the balance, poised on the edge of mystery and desire.

"You should get up from where you fell down. Wifey, don't you want to hold your head high and show off in front of them in this life?" the man whispered close to the woman's ear, his tone full of temptation. "Are you really that kind?" The woman took a wary step back, completely unwilling to fall for it: "Those people aren't just anybody. Aren't they your dearest parents and siblings?" "Wifey, I am clear on who is close to me and who is distant. From now on, you and the children are the ones dearest to me." A pained look flashed in the man's eyes; it took him a lifetime and a painful price to finally understand—if he himself doesn't know how to fiercely protect his own wife and children, how can he expect others to hold them in any regard? This is actually a story where both the male and female leads are reborn, one after the other, and the male lead, after learning from his painful experience, ultimately undergoes a Cultivation to become a "loyal dog." With a spatial dimension and a superpower, see how Gu Nuan Nuan brings her mother along for a magnificent reversal in this life!