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A flashing light, though blind, is present here in my front. Inside those lights are memories. Memories that cannot be seen in the past, but the memories will indeed happen in the future. All these lights have something in common, and they show a premonition of how I will die in the future.

Should I avoid that death? or take the risk? To know the person behind my death: a repeated life but different outcomes. One thing is for sure that this power is a curse. A journey to repeated deaths starts right now.

In my past life, the glorious "Son of the Sun" drained my divine blood until I died a broken shell.
Reborn, my twin sister eagerly steals my fiancé, shoving me toward the exiled, "crippled" King of the Shadow Crows.
As she flaunts her stolen glory, desperate to birth the sky's future ruler, I can only smile.
She doesn't know her golden prince is functionally sterile—and the "heir" she's destroying herself to conceive will be a nightmare.
And she certainly has no idea that my featherless, outcast husband is actually the ancient Abyssal Phoenix.
Let her drown in the hell she stole. This time, I’ll let the very abyss she cursed crown me as a True God.

A noise of something hitting her window on the first floor made Aniya go to it, in search of the cause of the annoying interruption that had awoken her from a pleasant dream. Looking out, she saw a dangerously handsome man standing on the ground below, looking straight up at her, naked and completely covered in fresh blood and with a dumbfounded look on his face as if he didn’t know how he got to her front yard in the middle of the night.
The clouds unravelled the moon, and the moonlight covered her backyard once again. As he turned into a nightmare, Aniya felt the call of their bond for the first time, reaching out to her, trying to lure her to him. All the cells in her body were screaming at her. She closed her eyes and vigorously shook her head, trying to end the weird and unknown sensation.
What was that? Why did she feel she wanted to break the window glass and jump from the first floor to go to him, almost unable to control herself?

This story is a dark, intoxicating fever dream of obsessive love, raw power, and unapologetic lust set against the brutal glamour of the mafia underworld.

At its core is Elana, a fragile, innocent soul who’s been starved of love her entire life, and Lucas Romeo, a mafia king who breaks every rule of his world by falling for her. Their relationship is not romance; it’s possession, worship, destruction, and rebirth. Every touch is a claim, every moan a vow, every orgasm a surrender.

The sex is not just explicit; it’s ritualistic, art, war. Lucas doesn’t just fuck Elana; he devours her, marks her, rewrites her body with his hands, tongue, cock, and cum. The settings are not backdrops; they’re extensions of his dominance, turning the world itself into a cage of pleasure.
But beneath the brutal passion, there’s heartbreaking tenderness.

Lucas, the devil who kills without blinking, cooks for her, feeds her, washes her, lets her sleep. He says “I love you” like it’s a sin, and means it. Elana, the girl who’s never been wanted, chooses him; not out of fear, but because in his darkness, she finally feels seen.

This isn’t a love story.

It’s a religion.

And Elana is the altar.

Lucas is the god.

And every fuck is a prayer.

(Because some obsessions never end.)

"I hope you're not serving that dirty maid my food!" Eliora—the woman Adrian truly loved and the one who acted as if she already owned the house—snapped with a sharp, venomous voice from the staircase.
"I wasn't planning to eat it anyway," I said calmly, rubbing my stomach. "I have better taste than that. And I don't want anything, or anyone, that might harm my child."


She loved him in silence. He denied her without remorse. Alvara was forced into a marriage with the billionaire who took her innocence, only to discover it was a nine-month trap.
Forced into a marriage built on cold rules and public lies, Alvara quickly learns that being a wife does not mean being wanted. Every kindness has conditions. Every smile hides control. And every mistake is hers to bear alone.
When the marriage ends, Alvara walks away with nothing but scars and a vow never to be weak again.
Years later, she returns...changed, guarded, and no longer willing to beg for what she deserves. But the man who once denied her isn't ready to let go.
In a world ruled by power, pride, and regret, can love survive after divorce… or is denial the one thing that never truly ends?