119 Book(s) Related to arapaima knocks guy out

I've been married to billionaire Joseph Miller for three years. Pregnant three times. Aborted three times.

Every time, my husband stood outside the operating room, watching them wheel me in.

The first baby, my mother-in-law Victoria said had spinal deformities. The second, my father-in-law Richard showed a "report" claiming heart defects.

I believed them. I thought it was my fault, something wrong with my body.

Until the third pregnancy.

This time I secretly went to another hospital—DNA showed 99.9% match with Joseph, every prenatal indicator perfect.

I rushed home clutching the report, thinking I could finally save my child.

Victoria glanced at it and tossed it on the coffee table. "You are carrying a healthy baby. But the Miller family doesn't need it."

My in-laws forcibly dragged me to the clinic. I screamed to Joseph for help: "That's your child!"

His eyes were red, but he still let them kill my baby.

Desperate, I demanded a divorce. He coldly refused, tearing at my clothes: "Stop being dramatic. Time for the fourth."

I finally understood—I wasn't his wife. I was their breeding machine.

But why? Why force me to keep getting pregnant, only to kill every healthy baby?

Until that night, I pushed open the attic door that had been locked for three years—

And finally understood everything.

Three years ago, my fiancée asked me to wait another three years at our own engagement party.
"He's looking out for me. You should understand."
Seeing her leave with her advisor, I married the noble lady who'd always loved me.
Now they all want me back. Too late.

I used to be the nation's top lock-picking expert. I saved countless lives.

But I couldn't save my own daughter.

At the dock, two children were strapped to bombs.

The girl had less time—I should've saved her first.

But my husband Damien held a knife to his throat, forcing me to save the other one first.

His illegitimate son.

I compromised.

The moment I opened the lock, the kidnapper ripped off the girl's hood.

I never expected her to be Rosie.

My five-year-old daughter.

She looked at me.

Her lips moved, forming the word "Mommy."

Then the explosion tore through everything...

My perfect husband built a thick soundproof wall in our new house, strictly forbidding me from touching it. When he left, I took a hammer to the drywall. Hidden inside the dark void was a bloodstained engagement ring belonging to a missing woman. Am I sleeping next to a killer?

On our wedding day, she vanished wearing the gown I had bought for her.
I didn’t chase her. Instead, I went back to the operating table.
For three years, I had paid off her debts and filled the holes she left behind—enough for her to live a second life. My heart couldn't take it anymore; I had a stent implanted, though she never knew.
Three days later, I died in the hospital corridor. My ECG flatlined.
She didn’t know. She was still at a cocktail party in another city, clinking glasses with someone else.
A month later, she came back, kneeling before my tombstone in tears.
But it was all too late.

I chose to retire at my peak for Alexander.
But twenty minutes before our wedding started, he decided to help his childhood sweetheart move, leaving me alone at the venue.
He said, "Sophia, you're strong enough; you don't need anyone to protect you."
So I tossed my veil aside and called off the wedding.
Alexander thought I'd come crawling back, even threatened to blacklist me.
But he didn't know that as I was leaving the wedding, my former coach suddenly called out to me, asking if I wanted to chase that championship again.

What if your husband lived a double life and you are the fake wife?

I woke up to my husband celebrating our baby's death. He had poisoned me with abortion pills so he could marry Catherine Morrison-the rich woman he thinks is better than me and pregnant with what he thinks is his child.

I overheard him laughing; 'if she shows up somewhere demanding answers, I'll just say I've never seen her before in my life, Who are people going to believe? Me or some random girl from nowhere?'

David thought I had no evidence. He thought he had covered his tracks perfectly. He thought he was untouchable.

But when I'm done, he'll wish he never met me.

Do all men lose interest in their wives after marriage?

We’ve been married for five years, and he never touched me.

At first he said he wasn’t well, so I was understanding. Later he recovered, but still kept me far away.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my sister came in for a check-up, clearly pregnant with his child.

The truth hit me hard: he wasn’t incapable. He was just incapable with me.

I drew up the divorce papers, ready to end this empty marriage.

On the reason for divorce, I wrote with my own hand:

“Male sexual dysfunction; no marital relations in five years.”

He only smiled coldly when he saw it.

A week later, in the urology clinic.

I put on my medical gloves, looked at him, and said calmly:

“Sir, will you undress yourself, or shall I help you?”

His disapproval didn’t take away my confidence.

I still embraced better things in my career and love life!

But his life started to be filled with one accident after another.

At the company's annual client appreciation dinner, I was the one in charge of booking the venue.
To save the company money, I picked my aunt's upscale restaurant with a skyline view. Since we were family, she only charged us at cost. When I posted the details in our Slack channel to confirm with the team, no one had any objections—except for the intern, who slowly tagged me in the chat:
[Arthur, I don't mean anything by it.]
[I just want to ask—how big a kickback did you get for booking your family's restaurant?]
[After all, the money for this dinner is coming out of our bonus pool.]
[So you should return that money to the rest of us, right?]
The other coworkers started liking the message and chiming in to support him.
So I dropped the whole thing on the spot and handed the task over to that intern, who loved talking about "fixing workplace injustice."
Then the night of the dinner came.
From the CEO all the way down to the investors, everyone was pinned on the deck and searched by armed Coast Guard officers.
The most important client contact collapsed from a heart attack on the spot and was airlifted by helicopter straight to the ICU, costing the company a multimillion-dollar enterprise cybersecurity contract.

My daughter has been blind since birth. On her eighteenth birthday, she finally received news of a matching cornea donor.
Our whole family was so excited we couldn't sleep that night. My husband and daughter eagerly prepared for the surgery, their hearts filled with hope that she would soon see the light.
But I suddenly slammed my hand on the table and, amidst the family's stunned gazes, proposed a divorce on the spot.
My husband's face turned ashen as he demanded harshly, "You want a divorce just because I'm going through with our daughter's surgery?"
I curled the corner of my mouth and enunciated every word: "That's right. Because you're going through with her surgery—this marriage is over."

As the most cold-blooded and ruthless Mafia don, Twain Hall had doted on me like the apple of his eye for ten years.
But on the very day we were discussing our wedding, the ring his subordinate delivered had another woman's name engraved on it—not mine.
I pretended not to notice and turned to Twain.
"Did they bring the wrong ring? Who's Dorothy? I've never heard of her."
Twain's expression didn't change. He pulled me into his arms with that familiar, indulgent look.
"My people weren't careful. Made a fool of themselves."
"I'll have them exchange it right away. Can't keep my queen waiting."
I smiled. But the moment I turned away, my face went cold. I dialed a number.
"Didn't you say you'd pay any price to marry me? Twain Hall betrayed me. I want his head!"

Tiara, wakes up after an accident caused by rogue attack she has no memory of who she is, but everyone in her pack seems to treat her with cautious distance
The Alpha, Maxie, avoids her, even though she feels an unexplainable pull toward him. Late that night, she hears his voice in her head, the unmistakable voice of a mate bond.

There are too many ways of taking revenge on a woman. But he chose marriage. In the past three years, he acted like a ruthless husband, treating her coldly, and even more worse, humiliating her. Even when she was pregnant, he tried to force her to give it up, to retire from film field, to expel her from her country.

I'm a folklorist. Folk traditions are my field.
At first, I thought it was just an ordinary rhyme, a scrap of oral history set to a tune.
"A rag doll in the mire, swinging high up to the sky..."
We all thought it was just a prank.
Until the first person drowned in the bog. Then the second fell from a tower crane. Then the third somehow drowned in a bathtub.
I stared at the black symbol surfacing on the back of my hand.
And then I saw the dean—the one who was supposed to be dead—standing outside my dorm window in a long black dress, smiling at me with impossible tenderness...

He captured my lips in a possessive kiss, holding my body under his. Before I could panic or say anything, he deepened the kiss. Everything disappeared. 

“Fuck...I’ve fantasized about you for so long.” He murmured huskily between kisses. “I can’t hold back; I want all of you, now.”

Something hard pressed between my legs. I moaned, arching my hips up desperately. 

Smirking, Trevor rubbed his erection against me intimately. I cried out in pleasure. Mine!

Mine? No!  Trevor took enjoyment in tricking, abusing, and killing his women!

But how was I supposed to resist this sinful man?

Natalie is an awkward, passionate half-demon who desires a simple life with her true love.
After a brief encounter with her true love, she is manipulated and tortured into believing he takes pleasure in women's agony. This, combined with a need to protect her friend, bent her morals. 
Once freed, she leaves her past behind for a new dimension. Horror shoots through Natalie when she discovers the charming man with emerald eyes has returned. Her true love.

Trevor, an elemental prince, is praised as one of the DSS' strongest. Powerful and handsome, he never had a problem swooning girls. Secretly, he yearned for his true love and their family to come home to.
During a rescue mission, he was tricked into thinking a vile demon was his true love. After witnessing her death, he shouldn't feel possessive over a different girl. One who saw Trevor as an enemy rather than her hero. Yet she became his obsession.

Both are torn by deception. With an assassin attacking the nobility of their new kingdom, will they be able to sort through all the lies/betrayals and save their home? Or will past fabrications keep them strangers?

*Warning-Sexual content/triggers

"I'll do it! Just leave my brother alone! I'll go with you!" I cried feeling defeated. Demon Lord Shiuku smiled cruelly down at me.

"Don't look so sad my strong little one. We'll be having a family of our own real soon!." He paused. "Come here love." His lips grazed mine softly.

Warning- mature content and dark themes (triggers) will be present throughout the story!

After a horrific abduction as a small child, Aileen the sole princess of Lutz, is left broken. As she is ransomed back to her royal family, the Queen falls sick. The princess is left with her Father, the strength behind Lutz. The man she has always looked up to.

Shortly after she loses her Mother, a dimensional rift takes her from her home leaving her all alone in a forest away from all that kept her safe.

For six years Aileen has been trapped in a different dimension growing stronger in hopes of returning powerful and brave to her people. Aileen joins the Demon Slayer's Society with goals to flourish, help others from suffering the way she had, and to search for a way back to her Father.

She will show her strength to those who would take advantage...but...
what happens when her reason for being there is none other than the Demon Lord the DSS exists to fight against. If she is his obsession that he will have. When he finally has her in his bed.
Will desire and the demon win? Will she escape, or will she even want to after he has his way.

Laura was a bold, courageous, gorgeous, intelligent young lady who always stood out for herself. She always fought for her right and never allowed anyone to look down on her, her family nor her friends.
She was known as the most brilliant and talented student in her class. This irritated some of her mates and led to the plot of her attack to tame her.

"Hold her, let's see how her intelligence works this time...", Ben exclaimed, landing a huge slap on her cheek.

Patrick and Fred held her tightly, chuckling and teasing.
They molested and bullied her until she passed out.

"Wait, Ben, I think we killed her....", Fred cried

"Shut up, what do you know? She's just doing that to scare us...."

"No, Ben...I think he's right...we killed her..."

"Oh, my God...what should we do..."

Join me on this journey while we find out what they did to her body and the outcome of their action.
ENRAGED SOUL;The revenge of a traumatized girl.