127 Book(s) Related to arnold palmer grave

Detective Grace Marlowe has built her career on precision and grit, carving her place in the department without owing anyone favors. But when she’s called to the scene of a murdered tech heiress in a penthouse suite, the case feels wrong from the start every detail too deliberate, too staged.

The body is laid out like an art installation: silk gown, perfectly applied lipstick, a single drop of blood at the corner of her mouth. No sign of forced entry. No defensive wounds. And tucked under the bed, hidden in a place only a meticulous search would find—an envelope.

It isn’t addressed to the victim. It’s addressed to Grace.

Inside: a photo of her sister, taken the year she disappeared

I’m in the final stages of stomach cancer. My son just passed away yesterday.
At his funeral, my ex-husband barged in, pointed at our son’s headstone, and accused me of doing anything for attention—even putting on a show like this.
He told me to get lost, to stay far away from the woman he really loves.
So I did exactly as he wanted.
I took my son’s ashes and disappeared into the endless sea.
But now, when I’m truly at death’s door, that same man who once hated me with everything he had is tearing the hospital apart, desperate to save me.
Don’t bother, Lucian.
If there’s a next life, let’s never meet again.

[HIS SERIES BOOK #2]

"His amending touch will stay forever in my heart." -Kate Frias.

Kate had been broken before. Not just once, but twice. Her first heartbreak happened way back in high school, where the man she loves for a long time had fallen for her bestfriend. Second, it was with the most successful businessman in their country. And who would have thought that for the second time around, it was all because of Claire, her old bestfriend.

Being broken twice made her realized one thing... And that is to never get herself too attached to someone. Specially with his father treating her as an asset to gained partnership to different famous companies. But when a man made her feel his rectifying graze, will she be able to resist it, or will she surrender her heart again?

For years, Echo McFarland (the "Potion Queen") and Dean Grant (the "Arrogant Heir") were the academy's most famous enemies. Their rivalry was fueled by their powerful fathers: Arthur McFarland, a wealthy businessman with a clean ledger, and Frank Dean, a ruthless High Inquisitor who viewed his son as a mere tool for his own political ambition.
The "War" began to crumble when Echo discovered Dean’s private notebook from their freshman year. The raw, honest entries revealed a boy drowning under his father’s expectations, harboring a secret love for the very girl he was forced to compete against. Realizing Dean was a victim rather than a villain, Echo decided to protect him.

I was terrified all the time.

I couldn't go on like this. I was even afraid of my own shadow.

I heard a noise downstairs and I knew Allan was home. He was probably searching the cabinets for his stash of alcohol. He was more violent when he was drunk.

I heard my stomach grumbled again. I was really hungry, but I couldn't go downstairs, because he would see me and find a reason to hit me.

I really don't know why my mother had married him. What had she seen in him? I don't know why I ask that question, because I already knew the answer. He was rich and my mother needed the money.

Dad died when I was ten and we started to have money issues. My mother had to do something in order for us to get by, so a year later she married Allan. She didn't love him and I knew he didn't love her either.

Grace is an unconventional princess, but one all the same. She loves violence and power, being the granddaughter of the Horned One himself. She dedicated years of her life to finding herself far away on an island dedicated to the Realm King, her Uncle.
With so much prestige, one would assume that her mate, the one the Moon Goddess, her grandmother, would give her a man of divine stature. One would assume that he too would have the same status as she, but instead, she is gifted a forsaken dragon.
Instead, she receives a Rogue mate made of literal gold.
Note: there are mature themes in this book, but as in my others, it isn't the main focus.
Teaser
… it felt like I was floating on air being near him. “I wonder what else of yours is golden?”
“Oh?” He asked…. “My body is yours to see for yourself.” He said seductively.
I kissed him, pulling his tie. It was then that he snarled, not caring if anyone heard…. It made me … really wet. I began rubbing my hands under his suit and all over his scarred body.
I didn’t know about dragons… but with wolves, the urge to mate and mark your one is strong…. And I had no human side to stop me.

Kayla Green is not your typical girl. She is known and she has friends. People talk to her because of her easy going personality and caring attitude.

Even though Kayla seems happy at school and is always chirpy, she didn't have things easy at home, so she uses school and her friends as a way of escaping her problems. No one knew about her problems, not even her best friends.

Carson Knight, the school's bad boy, who has his own secrets, has soon become a part of Kayla's life. He is very dangerous, cold hearted and a player. Would he be another bad thing to add to her life? Or would he be her saving grace?

Jou Porska, a student bullied for being gay falls in love with two popular students at his school. His life changes after he goes to an art exhibition in the city after school. He always goes there to cheer up his heart, but this time he found something different. His life destiny changed, he entered into a different dimension and moved the wheels of the story as a different person, but the surprising thing was that the two people he loved were played again by two great entities in another universe. What is the next step of Jou's life destiny?

The ultrasound photo caught fire slowly, curling at the edges before the flame swallowed it whole.
I watched it burn in front of my mother's grave.
Eight weeks. That was how far along I had been.
Three days ago, on the anniversary of her death, I came here to talk to her. To tell her she was going to be a grandmother.
Instead, I found my husband fucking his ex-girlfriend against the oak tree twenty feet from her headstone.
I lost the baby that night.

Everyone says he loved me more than anything. So I chose to answer that love with death.

Forbes cover stories, tearful speeches at charity galas, shutting down Fifth Avenue every Valentine's Day just to watch fireworks with me. They said he ruled a business empire but would kneel in front of the entire world and call me his reason to live.

I used to believe it.

Until I discovered my perfect husband had built another home with another woman. A warm one, filled with laughter and his child.

So I chose to disappear the night the storm swallowed everything.

They say he spent three days on his knees at the cliff's edge, screaming my name into the black ocean. The man worth billions couldn't even find his wife's body.

When the rescue team recovered that burned-out car, he finally opened the safe I'd left for him. Inside was a positive pregnancy test and a divorce agreement that would never be signed.

By then, nothing mattered anymore.

Everyone knew Ethan Blackwood and I were Professor Richard Hartwell's two proudest students. From childhood easels to Columbia studios, inseparable for over a decade.

Everyone assumed we'd get married, stand together on the Pritzker stage someday. Until he fell in love with Sophia Crane, daughter of our mentor's academic rival.

I let him go. Love isn't something I can design.

But I never thought he'd destroy our mentor's entire life for her.

Five years later, he's back in New York riding high on his success, excited to "make amends" with Professor Hartwell.

I laugh.

Go ahead, Ethan Blackwood. You'll spend the rest of your life searching.

Brooklyn Davis, at nineteen, works as a server at an upscale restaurant in downtown Chicago. Two days back, her twin brother, Brandon, had vanished with a message that asked her not to worry about him. Brooklyn is in a strange dilemma when weird things happen at her workplace. She is watched and stalked by a pair of hazel eyes every day, every minute. Who is the man? Why is he watching her all the time? How will Brooklyn ever get rid of him?

At twenty-nine, Nikolas Ardolf is a hard, arrogant, and ruthless monster who only understands two things: business and money. Having been abandoned on the streets at birth, he had a very hard childhood, but all that changed when he was picked up by the ruthless old man, Daniel Ardolf, unmarried and the sole owner of Ardolf Winery. Nikolas hates women after his own mom betrayed him. Then why does he stalk the innocent Brooklyn every day? What does he want? Why can't he stay away from her?

Read this emotional roller-coaster of a love story, full of thrilling twists and turns, to know how Nikolas Ardolf chases Brooklyn. Will he get what he wants?

Elizabeth is fresh out of college, and starting her new life. But her new life comes with betrayal, and her very wrong reaction to it.

At four, they shattered both my legs. At six, they ruptured my left eardrum. At seven, they took my right eye—said I'd earn more sympathy begging blind.
After twelve years in hell, my billionaire parents finally found me.
The girl who stole my life grabbed my wrist, nails digging into my skin. "Dare take what's mine, and I'll break whatever's left of your legs."
I smiled, unclipping both prosthetics to show empty pant legs. "I don't have legs left."
She was terrified.

Selena was betrayed and buried at the bottom of the sea by her husband and first love. After returning from heaven, she is determined to take revenge on those who stole her happiness and life.

The first step on her path to revenge is to seduce the man her husband’s lover is infatuated with, so that she can understand the pain of having her beloved taken away.

Balthazar: “Selena, did you ever love me?”

Twenty-two-year-old Zara Calloway is standing in a hospital room watching her mother die when it happens. Her mother — comatose for forty-seven days, declared beyond recovery — opens her eyes. Grabs Zara's wrist. Delivers a warning: Don't let them hollow you out. Then flatlines. For real this time. Before Zara can process a single second of grief, text materializes in her vision — clean, cold, and impossible: PLAYER DESIGNATION: NULL-001. YOU HAVE BEEN DRAFTED. Zara is now a Player in the Verdict Protocol — an invisible, deadly game run by a god-like entity called the Summoner who conscripts human beings and forces them to complete missions: survival trials, dungeon dives, battle royales, and worse. Players who refuse are voided. Players who fail are killed. No one has ever broken their contract. She has twenty-four hours to complete her first mission or cease to exist. Armed with nothing but a Tier F ability called RECALL — the power to replay anything she's witnessed with perfect clarity — and a mind that never stops looking for the exit, Zara fights her way up from the lowest designation ever recorded in the history of the Protocol. But the deeper she gets, the more wrong it all feels. Her drafting wasn't random. Her mother's warning wasn't an accident. And Dorian Voss — cold, brilliant, infuriating Dorian Voss — keeps appearing at the exact intersection of every secret she's trying to uncover. She was drafted to play the game. The Summoner intends for her to replace him

Players will play.  Flynn Taylor, rock ‘n roll heartthrob, plays fast and loose. He’s with different girls every night. Yes, girls plural. On the brink of becoming not just a Chicago sensation but an American icon,  he’s everything I should avoid. Then again, maybe it doesn’t matter. I’m so damaged, I’m not even capable of a relationship. He might be the perfect antidote.  The temptation I need to lure me back to the side of the living. He could help me get over my trauma. Attempt physical intimacy.  If it goes wrong–no harm, no foul, right? If only I can keep my overprotective bratva brother from threatening to kill him if he even touches me…

“Was she the one who sent you?” he growled “Did she pay you to whore yourself to me?”
“Please… Nick, wait.” He pulled out, thrusted back in. “How much? Twenty thousand? Fifty? Hundred?” With every question, he thrust harder and harder. My neurons are frying with the confusing feeling in my brain. Torn between pleasure, fear, and panic. I couldn't utter a single sentence to save my life.

His cold eyes pinned me in place while he plundered my body with deep thrusts, which only added to my confusion. My dumb body mistook the mixed signals, my pussy becoming even wetter than before.

“I hope she'd paid you well, because I'm going to fuck you all night long, hard,” he growled. “Sleep, then do it all over again. I want to feel you come for me, Andrea, want to feel you squeeze my cock, milking me.

Begging for me to give you the high only I can, I'm going to fucked you until I fuck all my wife's money's worth, I want you to remember how hard I took you while you're meeting her.” I sobbed, moaned, and tried to scramble out under him.

“No, please…Nick, let….let me explain.” Nick abruptly pulled out. His eyes were cold but hooded.


Andrea was sent to take down billionaire magnate Nicklaus Montgomery.
Her mission was simple: get close, seduce him, find the proof, and disappear. Instead Andrea finds herself exposed—cornered into signing a contract that binds her to Nicklaus's side as his lover. Now she’s living in his world of wealth, danger, and secrets… and the deeper she falls into his bed, the harder it becomes to remember what side she's on.

One night with an NBA player, and now I'm carrying his child.
We met at a bar, where his presence made the hairs on my neck stand on end. He was
stunning, with a physique that could make any woman melt. His intense, dreamy gaze left me
amazed that I didn't strip right there on the bar countertop. Our encounter began with a mix-up,
my lips finding his drink instead of mine. Before long, I was at his place. The passion in our
kisses sparked a fire that grew with every touch. His strong arms lifted and tossed me
effortlessly, sending my heart racing. His tall frame enveloping me completely fueled my endless
desire. After that night, we parted ways.
Two years later, James Baltimore is the NBA's breakout star, and I'm his assigned physical
therapist. Can I maintain my professionalism? Memories of that night flood my mind, tempting
me to give in. But now, it's time to reveal the secret I've been keeping. I have a child, and he's
the father.

Xavier didn’t ask to be chosen. He didn’t even know he was being watched.
When a global simulation system called ARES silently activated across every human mind on earth, billions of people woke up with classes, stats, and a rank. Warriors. Strategists. Architects. Everyone got something.
Xavier got nothing.
No class. No attributes. No rank. Just a single blinking error message where his player profile should be: NULL.
The system flagged him as a glitch. His government labeled him a liability. The powerful players who rose overnight looked at him the way people look at something they want to erase. He was given 30 days to either manifest a class or be permanently expelled from the simulation which everyone already knew meant brain death in the real world.
What nobody bothered to tell Xavier was that NULL wasn’t an error.
It was the rarest player designation in ARES history. A blank slate that could absorb, copy, and evolve any ability from any class with no ceiling, no restriction, and no rules. The system didn’t fail to assign him a class. It couldn’t. He was incompatible with limitations.
Now Xavier has 30 days, zero allies, and a target on his back from every top-ranked player who just realized what a NULL can become.
They should have just left him alone.

My mother stared at my body, fused to the sofa, and waited forty minutes before calling 911.
She cheerfully told my father the news, deciding they should celebrate with a nice dinner.
Of course.
After all, they could finally be rid of the burden I’d become—no more tormenting me, no more keeping me locked away.
They could go back to being the respectable parents everyone thought they were.
But—
Someone was bound to see the truth.

Being born a Moretti daughter means one thing: the family owns you.

In my past life, Vivian thought she had what it took. She promised Dad she could handle it, swore up and down she'd make him proud. Six months later, she'd burned through three generations of work and left us with nothing but an empty shell. Our enemies found her eventually. Broke both her legs.

And me? I married Marco Rossi.

Everyone envied me for marrying into one of the most powerful families in the city. What they didn't know was that I was his prisoner. He used me, turned my family's connections into stepping stones for himself, spent my money on his mistresses, used my body as a bargaining chip at his deals.

In the end, Vivian killed me. Jealous of my "perfect life," she dragged herself over on those broken legs and put a bullet in me.

When I open my eyes again, I'm sitting in Dad's study.

The door slams open. Vivian bursts in, cutting me off before I can speak. "Dad! I'm marrying Marco Rossi! Give the family to Sienna!"

I look at her and smile.

This time, I'm going to survive. And I'm going to do a hell of a lot better than just survive.

Camilla is a decent girl by the books — The greatest bad thing she did was burn her own home.
The other complication in her life is a secret that includes Dylan Emerton.
What's absurd is that Camilla is compelled to move into Dylan's house, the alternative is being homeless.
Being this close to him is futile; Camilla thinks back to her past. His touch. The pain that ensued. But Dylan doesn't. Not even in the slightest.

How long will it take before their past traps them? And of what good is the undeniable attraction to each other.

Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive.

When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice.
"Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! I love your fucking dick! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other.

She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rootin for him.

Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!

They called me a hellcat. A she-wolf tyrant. The Luna who made her Alpha husband obey.
I held him together when his father died. Built his dying pack into a powerhouse while he flirted with she-wolves.
Then he brought home his "fated mate."
Everyone waited for me to explode.
Instead, I smiled. "I'll help you prepare the ceremony."
That's when my wolf—dormant for years—began to wake.

“Smile, Natalie,” Callum whispered before he walked onstage.

So I smiled while he thanked another woman for the crisis plan I had written. I smiled when he pinned my grandmother’s sapphire brooch to her dress. I even smiled when his message came in, canceling our nineteenth appointment at the county clerk’s office.

Then I walked out with our unsigned marriage license papers in my purse and called the one CEO he hated most.

By the time Callum realized I wasn’t waiting anymore, I had already taken my name, my work, and my future back.

"Where is my son?"
My husband wouldn't look at me.
I had just come out of anesthesia. The bassinet next to my hospital bed was empty — except for a stack of cash, a christening card, and a ring pinned to the corner of the card.
The card had another woman's name in the godmother box.
That woman walked in behind my husband. She picked up the ring and slid it onto her own finger.
"He's safe, sweetheart. We've been talking about this for months."
My husband is Damiano Marchetti. He runs the family that runs this city. The woman wearing the ring is his father's young widow.
The baby on that card is my son.
For four years now I have been the woman this house pretends not to see. The wife told to use the servants' entrance. The mother of a boy who calls another woman Mommy.
Last night I asked my husband for a divorce.
He laughed in my face.
He has no idea how much that's going to cost him.

I've been married to my husband Jake for three years. In that time, I've been pregnant twice.

But each time, I lost the baby.

What took my children wasn't a medical condition, but a painting.

A black bird, painted by Jake's ten-year-old blind brother, Billy.

My in-laws claimed he had the gift—a psychic born with sight beyond sight. And the black bird was an omen. It marked my baby as cursed, a threat to the family.

To save my second child, I got the best amniocentesis report money could buy, proving the baby had no genetic defects.

It happened again anyway.

At three in the morning, I woke to the agony of another miscarriage and stumbled to the studio door.

That's when I found out the truth.

"You never wanted me," Eva's voice trembled, but her gaze was steady as she glared at Maxmillan. "You were too blinded by your love for Sara to see the truth."
Maximilian clenched his fists, his jaw tight. "You think I don’t regret it? Every moment. Every moment I spent hurting you..”
"Hurting me?" she cut him off, her eyes filled with anger. "You ruined me, Max. You let my sister and step mother destroy me, and when I needed you most, you turned your back on me, you made me go through hell."
His chest tightened. "I was wrong. I know that now, but..."
"But it’s too late," she snapped. "I’m not the helpless girl you left behind. I’ve come back for what's mine."
Max’s voice softened, almost pleading. "And what if I’m part of what’s yours?"
Eva's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Maybe. Or maybe I’ll destroy you the way you destroyed me."


Forced into a loveless marriage to save her family's business, Eva endures cruelty from her husband, Maximilian, who believes she manipulated his grandfather into choosing her as his bride. Blinded by his love for her sister, Sara, Maximilian made Eva go through hell.
Eva is framed for a tragedy and sent to prison, she’s rescued by a powerful figure who she never knew existed.
Six years later, Eva returns. No longer the broken and helpless woman she once was, She is now a force to be reckoned with. She is back to seek revenge on all those who had made her life hell.
Now, Maximilian regrets his mistakes
and isn’t ready to let her go.
Eva hold a secret that will shatter Maxmillan's world.
Will Eva choose love and forgiveness, or will revenge be the only thing that can heal her broken heart?

BLURB

"You never wanted me," Eva's voice trembled, but her gaze was steady as she glared at Maxmillan. "You were too blinded by your love for Sara to see the truth."

Maximilian clenched his fists, his jaw tight. "You think I don’t regret it? Every moment, Eva. Every moment I spent hurting you..”

"Hurting me?" she cut him off, her eyes filled with anger. "You ruined me, Max. You let my sister and step mother destroy me, and when I needed you most, you turned your back on me, you made me go through hell."

His chest tightened. "I was wrong. I know that now, but..."

"But it’s too late," she snapped. "I’m not the helpless girl you left behind. I’ve come back for what's mine."

Max’s voice softened, almost pleading. "And what if I’m part of what’s yours?"

Eva's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Maybe. Or maybe I’ll destroy you the way you destroyed me."


Forced into a loveless marriage to save her family's business, Eva endures cruelty from her husband, Maximilian, who believes she manipulated his grandfather into choosing her as his bride. Blinded by his love for her sister, Sara, Maximilian made Eva go through hell.

Eva endures not only Maximilian's abuse but also the hurt and betrayal from her own family.

Eva is framed for a tragedy and sent to prison, she’s rescued by a powerful and influencial figure who she never knew existed.

Six years later, Eva returns. No longer the broken and helpless woman she once was, She is now a force to be reckoned with. She is back to seek revenge on all those who had made her life hell.

Now, Maximilian regrets his mistakes
and isn’t ready to let her go.

Eva hold a secret that will shatter Maxmillan's world.

What is that secret?

Will Eva choose love and forgiveness, or will revenge be the only thing that can heal her broken heart?

In the apocalypse, during my escape, I awakened a useless superpower: reset .
My girlfriend, despising me as a burden who only creates junk, conspired with the mercenary captain to kick me into a horde of zombies.
She had planned everything, except for one thing.
My superpower wasn't "creating junk," but a conceptual-level divine skill !
A zombie bites my heart? Reset my body's state, instantly revived!
A rabid mutant attacks? Reset its hunger nerve, making it instantly kneel like a dog!
I single-handedly fought my way through the zombie horde and knocked on the shelter's door.
Beside the captain's shattered neck, I held my desperately begging ex-girlfriend upside down, smiling as I suspended her directly above the zombie horde.
"You were right, useless people should be zombie food. Now, it's your turn to prove your worth."
Then, I released her.

He was my new neighbor and I hated him instantly. Some fall in love at first sight but for us, it was pure hatred at first sight. We should have stayed enemies forever but life was unpredictable. In the end, one kiss was it all it took to turn us into something more.

It was unclear what we were but I could tell that something had changed; the player next door had become something more to me...


Rylie Myers never thought it would be possible to hate someone with every fibre of your body but meeting Blake Weston changed that.

Blake was Rylie's new next door neighbor and Rylie couldn't help but dislike him from the moment she saw him and the series of disastrous encounters that followed didn't help.

Their enmity was mutual and should've stayed that way... but one accidental kiss changes everything.

And before they realized it, they were stuck with each other, forced to keep up a charade that involved them being something more than enemies.

The only question now is what happens when fake feelings start getting a little too real?

"You never wanted me," Eva's voice trembled, but her gaze was steady as she glared at Maxmillan. "You were too blinded by your love for Sara to see the truth."
Maximilian clenched his fists, his jaw tight. "You think I don't regret it? Every moment, Eva. Every moment I spent hurting you.."
"Hurting me?" she cut him off, her eyes filled with anger. "You ruined me, Max. You let my sister and step mother destroy me, and when I needed you most, you turned your back on me, you made me go through hell."
His chest tightened. "I was wrong. I know that now, but..."
"But it's too late," she snapped. "I'm not the helpless girl you left behind. I've come back for what's mine."
Max's voice softened, almost pleading. "And what if I'm part of what's yours?"
Eva's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll destroy you the way you destroyed me."


Forced into a loveless marriage to save her family's business, Eva endures cruelty from her husband, Maximilian, who believes she manipulated his grandfather into choosing her as his bride. Blinded by his love for her sister, Maximilian made Eva go through hell.
Eva is framed for a tragedy and sent to prison, she's rescued by a powerful and influencial figure who she never knew existed. Six years later, Eva returns. No longer the broken and helpless woman she once was, She is now a force to be reckoned with. She is back to seek revenge on all those who had made her life hell. Now, Maximilian regrets his mistakes and isn't ready to let her go. Will Eva choose love or will revenge be the only thing that can heal her broken heart?

After having her heart broken by her childhood friend turned boyfriend, Rylie Myers was convinced that love wasn't for her. The arrival of Blake Weston, a hot teen model and playboy who coincidentally turned out to be her new next door neighbor only added to her conviction that all boys were the same.
After getting off on a bad foot, a feud ensued between the two with no particular end in sight. Things however took a turn when they accidentally shared a kiss. Both Rylie and Blake were determined to put the incident behind them until circumstances forced them to keep up a charade that involved them being something more than enemies. As fake feelings gradually become real, will Rylie fall for the player next door? Or is she just in for another heartbreak?

Caspian was a gaming genius with a bright future—until he got stuck inside one. Now, in a world where your destiny is a weapon, he’s been given a wooden stick. Mocked and hopeless, he joins the worst guild alive. But Caspian has a secret: he knows this is a game. And his joke of a weapon levels up.

Twenty years ago, a god promised to return and wipe this world out. Time’s up. And the only player who knows how to win… is the guy holding a stick.

Everyone thinks I'm the wild child of the family, the one who won't fall in line.

Blake's the young king of the business world—rational, cold, always in those perfectly cut suits.

But every night, he's got me pinned underneath him, breathing my name.

He said I was his, but never let me see daylight. Until she came back—my father's mistress's daughter, in her white dress, smiling like an angel.

On my birthday, he went to pick her up from the airport. When the chandelier crashed down, he carried her to the hospital and left me bleeding on the floor. When she smashed my mother's heirloom, he made me apologize on my knees. He said she was fragile, needed care; said I was strong enough to understand.

Then I heard them on my bed, her moaning his name.

So I left. Married a man who truly loved me. And he went insane.

He kidnapped me, forced a wedding, announced to the world I was his wife.

But this time, I just smiled and shook my head.

"Let go. It's too late."

The doomsday of torrential rain arrived, and I evacuated the entire village onto a passenger cruise ship.
At first, the villagers were utterly grateful to me.
But someone spread a rumor out of nowhere, claiming I had a warehouse stuffed full of food yet refused to feed them their fill.
The villagers soon grumbled and rained accusations on me.
Helpless, I opened the warehouse for them to see. There was barely any food left, yet they still refused to believe me.
"Yu Lei! You’ve definitely hidden all the food away!"
"That’s right! He never saved us with a sincere heart at all!"
They rained blows on me and hurled vile insults.
Just then, a gang of ruthless bullies stormed in to seize the ship.
Under the bullies’ brutal tyranny, the entire village was reduced to slaves. Young women became their playthings, and the children suffered an even worse fate.
I wanted to rally the villagers to fight back, but one of them betrayed our plan to the bullies, all just in exchange for a full meal.
In the end, I was beaten to death alive and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.
When I opened my eyes again, I was sent back to three days before the end of the world. I immediately packed my belongings, ready to stay far away from these ungrateful wolves.
Yet the villagers blocked my doorstep, demanding I hand over the cruise ship key.
It turned out I was not the only one reborn—every single villager had also gone back in time.
I obediently gave them the key.
After all, the system told me this would be a zombie apocalypse this time. What good would a ship even be?

Ethan Ashworth had nothing — no money, no family, no future. Just a rundown room, a handsome face that brought him nothing but pain, and the daily beatings from rich bullies who saw him as trash.

Then came the brutal ambush behind the school building. Left bleeding and alone as the weekend began, Ethan finally gave up on life.

That was when the voice spoke.

[Bloodline Legacy Contract activated.]

Suddenly, the frail orphan from the slums was thrust into another world — a realm of magic, kings, and monsters. With a mysterious system at his side and a sword in his hand, Ethan must complete deadly missions to grow stronger.

Because back home, the rich still rule… and he has a score to settle.

"...I gave your wedding dress to Elise." Julian said.
"What...Did you say?" I asked, just to be sure I didn't hear wrong.
"Elise," he said again, "I gave her the dress."
"And why would you even do that?" I snapped in anger.
"We've been talking, okay?" He rubbed his temples, trying to explain "She told me she wants her last wish to be getting married before she passes to me. So...I thought this, as the right thing to do."
The words exploded out of me like a volcano.
"How could you do something like this without asking me first? That's my dress, Julian! For our wedding, that's in two days!"


For many years I gave up my dreams and my youth to bring Julian back from the edge of death. We were legally bound in a secret ceremony, waiting for the day he could finally stand beside me at the altar.
But on the day of our wedding, the dress I made for myself was on my stepsister, and the man I called my husband was leading her to the priest.
With nothing left but a broken heart, I made a deal with the one man Julian feared, Sebastian Hale.
He is cold, dangerous, and the most powerful billionaire in the city. He offers me protection, wealth, and revenge, but in his world nothing is free.

I kept a list. Ninety-eight times my husband chose another woman over me.

Missed birthdays, ruined anniversaries, broken promises—all for his "patient" Sophia, who seemed to have a medical emergency every time we had plans.

"It's just my job, Emma," he would say. "You understand."

Ryan thought he could have his cake and eat it too. He was wrong.

After an incident, I was determined to leave him, and before I left, I gave him an unforgettable "gift."

I had a childhood arranged marriage with the Mu family. My unreliable dad just tossed me a New York address and told me to go inherit the company there.

They only broke the news to me after my plane touched down in New York: I could take over the family business only if I went through with the marriage.

I followed the address, only to be led winding through the streets by the men at the gate and taken to an abandoned construction site.

Along the way, the man guiding me feigned sympathy: “The Mu Group went bankrupt two years ago. They sold their house and company to pay off debts, yet still owe a fortune in loan sharks. Debt collectors hound him every day, and he always brings them here to talk. He works an office job by day and fights in underground boxing matches for cash by night—his life is nothing short of miserable.”

Hardly had he finished speaking when I heard the harsh clanging of steel pipes. A devastatingly handsome man was grappling with a dozen men, a steel pipe gripped in his hand.

His features were sharp, his jaw clenched tight. Blood trickled down his cheek from his temple, mixing with dust, carving out an air of broken ferocity about him.

Hell no—they’re picking on my future husband right in front of me?

The guide tried to say more, but I, a die-hard sucker for good looks, grabbed a steel bar beside me and charged straight in.

The brawlers froze for a split second at my sudden appearance, then plunged back into the fight.

Mu Qingye threw every punch with reckless brutality, and I, a multiple-time taekwondo champion, was no pushover either.

Once we’d chased the debt collectors off, I tossed the steel bar aside and watched Mu Qingye lean against the wall, gasping for breath.

His clothes were frayed and faded, and the bandage on his right leg was soaked through with blood, a glaring, vivid red.

He sat on the ground, lifted his eyelids to glance at me sideways, his eyes as cold as ice.

I stared at his outrageously handsome face, my heart racing wildly: “I’m Meng Shixia. Do you remember me? I—”

“I don’t know you.” He cut me off abruptly, staggered to his feet by leaning on the wall, and shot me another cold glance. “Stay out of my business.”

Ten years loving Liam Rockefeller cost me everything.

He said the football team jumped him—so I charged in and took the punches. He sobbed that his stepbrother would destroy him at Yale—so I ripped up my acceptance letter. He held me at midnight whispering "I'm so lucky to have you"—and I thought that meant forever.

Three months later, I heard him laughing in the locker room—laughing about me.

"Iris is like a fucking puppy, so easy to fool. Now that the Yale spot's open, Emily can go with me."

The bullying was staged. The tears were fake. Those intimate embraces—just tools to control me while he fucked his side piece.

He thought I'd still stand in front of him even with a broken nose. He thought I'd never wise up.

I wised up.

In his stepbrother Sebastian's bed.

On a rainy night outside Lumina City Hall, Chloe is abandoned by her fiancé of five years. Her grandfather is dying, her ten-year-old brother Noah may be taken by CPS, and a vicious inheritance battle is closing in. With no time to fall apart, she turns to Arthur, a stranger who has also just been left at the altar, and asks the impossible: “Will you marry me?”

One contract, one-dollar penalty, and one fake marriage later, Chloe only wants to protect Noah, fool the caseworker, and give her grandfather peace. But Arthur is not the broke freelance writer he claims to be. His expensive clothes, secret calls, and unsettling control hint at a far deeper secret.

He makes promises at her grandfather’s ICU bedside, plays the perfect husband during the CPS visit, and slowly earns Noah’s wary trust. Chloe knows this is supposed to be a deal—so why does his kindness feel dangerously real?

They survive the first home visit, only to learn CPS will return unannounced within thirty days. Arthur has to stay.

But as his true identity begins to surface, can their one-dollar marriage remain just a transaction?

“Why is Elara dying on my stream?”

Sienna Vale laughed in front of half a million viewers while my heroine glitched on-screen, wearing the ring I designed and speaking the line I wrote.

Caleb didn’t ask if I was okay. He shoved the emergency laptop toward me and said, “Fix it before the investors panic.”

So I opened the live build.

But instead of saving his launch, I patched one line into the game credits:

Created by Maya Reed.

Ten thousand years after Carlotta's accidental fall, pure humans have long been extinct, genetically evolved orcs dominate the world, they are valiant and warlike, possessing near-perfectly strong physiques and extraordinary fighting strength, the only drawback is that females are scarce. The only drawback is the scarcity of females. Male orcs will burst into heat when they reach adulthood, and will go crazy if there is no female to appease them. When the only pure human girl with sss-level guidance ability comes to the future of the orc world, the whole continent goes crazy. When learned that she was born pregnant body, can for the heir of the king beast breeding top pure blood offspring, all parties big brother is scrambling to pander to snatch broken skull, just to be able to get the beauty favor, and her to make baby to raise pups ......

My husband slaughtered my families, let my own son lash me, and pushed me onto a silver blade to shield his older brother’s wife, Lilith, and also his lover .
He thought I was just a breeding bag and blood bank for pureblood vampires.
He thought the Holy Blood could heal all my wounds.
But he didn’t realize that once the heart is deeply wounded, it can never be healed again...
When his lover stabbed me, he blocked the blade at the cost of his immortality.
But I just want to escape his control forever...

Six hundred years into our marriage, I found out my husband had a son.

I had ended my border patrol three days early, wanting to surprise Valerius.

Not far away, Valerius was channeling his exclusive magic, teaching a boy how to weave the darkness.

"Dad! I did it!" The boy looked up. His bright eyes were a near-perfect reflection of Valerius's.

My mind instantly went blank.

Dad?

A woman walked over.

She draped a small cloak over the boy's shoulders, her hand brushing against Valerius's chest with practiced familiarity. "Valeri, the wind is picking up. He'll catch a cold now that he's sweating."

Valerius naturally wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "My fault."

The image of them huddled together like a picture-perfect family was an ice-tipped needle driven straight into my eyes.

The sharp sting made my breath hitch in my throat.

The man who had sworn before the Senate to love me for all eternity—the man bound to me by a Soul Blood Pact—had already betrayed me!

A sudden, agonizing cramp seized my lower abdomen.

It was an old wound from six centuries ago.

When the Sunfire Curse nearly reduced Valerius to ashes, I had offered my high-born pure blood and my womb as a sacrifice to forcibly block the hex for him.

The price was permanent infertility, along with an excruciating backlash of pain I had to endure every single month.

Back then, Valerius had held me, his eyes red and tear-filled. "I don't want any children! I would rather lose my seat in the Senate than ever betray you!"

Yet the scene before me crushed those words into fine dust.

I stumbled backward, my chest feeling as though it had been ripped open by bare hands.

I was terrified I'd lose control and rush over to scream at him.

Worse yet, in the face of this cozy, happy family of three, I was afraid I'd look like a pathetic, unwanted outsider.

Suffocation gripped my throat. I turned and fled.