Novels

My husband and I got married today, but my two childhood sweethearts who once swore they would put me on their family registry have no idea. Instead, they were busy fussing over the girl who was supposedly "saving my life." To cheer her up, they even bought her an adorable Ragdoll cat as a thank-you gift. They had totally forgotten that I was severely allergic to cat fur. As a result, when I returned home after just being discharged from hospital, I went into allergic shock and had to be admitted into hospital again. They also did not believe me when I told them that the girl had orchestrated the whole "life-saving incident". The moment I regained consciousness in the emergency room, I immediately called my uncle to arrange my marriage.

Everyone else was scrambling to sell their accounts, but there I was, staying up all night, saying my goodbyes to the NPCs.

"It was supposed to be his birthday party. But then my husband, the one who'd been ""dead"" for ten fucking years, strolled in. And he wasn't alone. He had her – his precious Chloe – and their two sons right beside him. One of his asshole buddies slapped him on the back, laughing. ""Ethan, man, that whole playing dead stunt? Genius!"" ""Seriously, Hollywood should give you an Oscar for that performance."" ""Remember how Sarah was running around, pregnant and frantic, looking for you?"" ""Everyone called her a pathetic, clingy bitch."" ""God, that was hilarious."" Ethan scoffed. ""If she hadn't been so fucking desperate to trap me into marriage, Chloe wouldn't have gotten so devastated she tried to kill herself."" ""She needed to learn what it felt like to be dumped."" ""Unless she gets on her knees and begs Chloe for forgiveness at this party tonight, she and that little bastard she was carrying can forget about ever having my name!"" He looked so damn smug saying it. Like he couldn't wait to see me groveling and sobbing at his feet. But the joke was on him. He had no idea his little ""death at sea"" charade fell apart years ago. His bullshit stunts tanked the company stock. We were facing bankruptcy within days. The stress gave his father a massive heart attack. He died right there, full of anger and regret, before anyone could even call 911. His mother blamed me for everything. She went completely insane, grabbing a knife and lunging at me. And I was eight months pregnant. The cold steel plunged into my stomach. Blood poured out. My baby… my baby died right there inside me. Just before the cops arrived, she threw herself off the balcony. Smashed to pieces on the pavement below. They saved me, somehow. And then I married Arthur Ford – the man Ethan owed a fortune to. Our daughter? She’s old enough to sass me back now."

It was our fourth year of marriage. On the night of the company’s annual gala, my wife, Nicole Morgan, walked in—pregnant. And she didn’t come alone. Right behind her was a man—her assistant, Drew Hastings. Also known as her long-time “true love.” The crowd turned to watch me, like they were waiting for a good show. Their eyes were full of mockery. After all, Nicole had been overseas for the past two years. And now here she was, back in town, carrying another man’s child. Even my in-laws just stood there in silence, staring at me. Nicole walked up and announced to the whole room, “Ryan, I’m pregnant with Drew’s baby. But I’m still your wife. And Drew’s child will take care of you when you’re old. I’m only having this one child—ever.” Then she added, cold and proud, “You should be grateful. Let’s be real—if it weren’t for my family, you would’ve starved to death a long time ago, Ryan. You’re just a live-in son-in-law.” I looked at this whole twisted family, then let out a small laugh. “In that case… say goodbye to the Morgan family business.”

On the day of my divorce, my ex-mother-in-law updates her social media with a photo. It's my husband's mistress' ultrasound—she's pregnant. Their friends and family congratulate her. Meanwhile, I share a premarital medical report. It belongs to her son, Owen Wade. It also clearly indicates he has congenital necrospermia. There's no way I'll want a man who can't have kids!

\"Jack Wilson, are you even human? I'm asking you, where did all the company's client contacts go? They said you have them all. Give me those phone numbers right now. That's company property. Don't think I won't sue you!\"\nI was stunned for a moment, then realized that Tiffany must be getting desperate.\n\"How can you be so disgusting? Give me the client contacts right now! Or I swear I'll destroy you, you believe me?\"

Reluctantly, she nodded and followed me out of the dorm, though her steps were heavy with hesitation.\nWe’d barely made it down the hall when we ran straight into John and his group.

I was suffering from appendicitis when the earthquake struck. My boyfriend called 911 for me and left in a hurry, saying he was worried about his parents. I received the surgery alone, then I saw a picture of him hugging another girl, his cousin, on sociall media. This is my knight. He will always be there whenever I need him! I know, he lied to me again. All relatives praised their intimate relationship in the comment section, and I also liked this update and left my sincere blessing. Since you have no blood relationship, why not get married! Anyway, there is no blood relationship between you, why don't you get married!

"The king told me to pick a mate from either the vampires or the werewolves. I was instantly drawn to Darian, the werewolf. No hesitation, I chose him. On our wedding day, Darian marked me in front of his entire pack, binding us as partners. His childhood sweetheart, Finny, freaked out and ran off. Stupid bitch wandered right into the path of hunters who tore her to shreds. Afterward, Darian showed up at the scene, stared at Finny’s mangled body, and said nothing. Just scooped her up and buried her with his own two hands. Then he acted like nothing happened, playing the loving husband with me. Until the moment he united the packs. That’s when he jammed a knife through my throat, his eyes burning with hatred. “If your goddamn singing wasn't the only thing that calmed my people on a full moon, I wouldn’t have been forced to marry you!” “Finny wouldn’t have been so heartbroken that she ran off and got herself killed by those hunters. Now, I'm sending you down to hell to apologize to Finny!” Agony. Then, I blinked, and I was back – back to the day the king told me to choose."