Xuanhuan Books for Women
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Shattered Light: A Queen's Vengeance
I woke up back in my old novitiate room. The sunlight was weak, my head ached, but it wasn't physical pain. It was the crushing weight of a whole life, stolen, crashing back into me. Years of sacrifice, of pouring my heart into others-Ethan, Maya, Mr. Henderson-all ripped away. My deepest devotions, twisted by a dark ritual, a "Charm of Transference," meant to siphon my spiritual credit to my sister, Seraphina. She was lauded for my true work, celebrated for my love, while I was publicly shamed, exiled, and left to die, broken and alone. Now, I' m back, and the game is already in motion. Alistair is setting the stage for Seraphina's rise, forcing me down familiar paths of betrayal. I tried to change things, to build something real with Kai, to honor Mr. Henderson. But again, Seraphina claimed every ounce of my effort, my love, my sacrifice as her own, leaving me stripped bare, exiled, deemed "unworthy." Each repeated betrayal, a fresh cut, compounded the rage that had settled deep within me. How could they keep stealing my life, my essence, transforming my pure intentions into their glittering lies? The injustice was a living thing, purer and more potent than any "Grace" they pretended to embody. It burned away the last vestiges of the hopeful girl I once was. No more. I died once, broken and alone, with anger as my only companion. This time, my pain is my power, my rage a crucible. On the eve of Seraphina' s coronation, I won' t just endure. I will shatter their illusion, severing the very source of their stolen power, even if it means destroying myself in the process. The game has changed. I am back, and this time, I play to win./0/85735/coverorgin.jpg?v=dbf965d06479e3b1fee085f563d8a847&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: A Wife's Vengeful Return
The antiseptic smell of the hospital and the relentless rain were the last things I remembered from my past life. That' s where it ended-my body hollowed by grief, my spirit eroded by depression after losing my baby in a hurricane. But on my deathbed, a final, cruel truth echoed from outside my room: my husband, Mark, and his childhood sweetheart, Lisa, conspired to destroy me. They admitted using their own daughter, Chloe, as bait in the storm, knowing my "bleeding heart" would save her, ensuring I' d miscarry and become a "barren mule." They rejoiced in how I' d raised Chloe, their daughter, completely oblivious to their monstrous scheme. I died with their laughter ringing in my ears, my last breath a ragged gasp of pure, undiluted hatred. Then, I gasped again, a deep, full breath. My eyes snapped open. I wasn' t dying. I was in my living room, the wind howling, a news anchor warning of a Category 8 hurricane. My hand flew to my stomach-a faint, familiar warmth. My baby was still there. I was still pregnant. I was alive, reborn to the day it all began. The trap was being set again. I knew who was out there, waiting to be "saved." My nine-year-old son, Ethan, tugged my sleeve, pointing with manufactured fear. "Mom, look! There's a little girl out there! In the water! She's going to drown!"/0/84800/coverorgin.jpg?v=59039bb21f4832892c80aa462c0bd125&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Second Life Begins
My soul floated above the cold asphalt, watching my own naked body lying lifelessly on the street. I was 30, a successful architect, but all I heard were whispers of judgment-that I' d thrown my life away for Olivia. Everyone knew she never loved me, that she was always with Daniel. To die like this, discarded and forgotten, was nothing short of a pathetic waste. Then, a strange, swirling pain, and I woke up not dead, but screaming, my left hand wrapped in a bloody rag. A finger was freshly severed. Before me, tied to a chair, was Daniel. And holding a bloody knife, cold and impatient, stood Olivia. My mind reeled: this was ten years ago, the very day my life began its downward spiral. The kidnapping, the torture, the moment Olivia chose Daniel over me, leaving me for dead. The memory of my actual death, the whispers of strangers judging my wasted life, burned clearer than any past pain. I watched her look at Daniel, her choice already made in her eyes, just like before. I was nothing to her. I had always been nothing. The desperate love, the years of pining-it all turned to ashes. Why was I back? Why was I forced to relive this cruel charade, knowing the tragic end it led to? The injustice, the utter pointlessness of my devotion, fueled a cold, hard fury I' d never known. This time, something inside me snapped. This time, I wouldn' t beg. This time, I' d escape. I' d use every shred of memory I had from the future I' d just left, every bitter lesson learned, to break free and forge a life entirely my own, a life where Olivia had no place./0/84802/coverorgin.jpg?v=d595b39accd3fe2bbae126dfbf19ed35&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn, Redeemed, Relentless Revenge
The scent of gasoline and burning metal, the agonizing twisting of the car around me-that was my last memory. My sister Bella' s triumphant smile, seared into my mind as flames consumed me. Then, a blinding flash, and I was back. Not in a hospital, but in my old bedroom, years younger, my hands smooth and unscarred. The shock of rebirth warred with a fierce, tiny spark of hope. A second chance. A chance to do it right. But the past wasn't content to stay buried. The memories flooded back: my father, framed and driven to suicide; his legacy left in ruins; my life single-mindedly devoted to clearing his name. And Bella, my own sister, orchestrating my downfall, poisoning my family and reputation for her frivolous desires, egged on by her manipulative lover, Leo. The car accident wasn' t an accident. It was a calculated murder, a final betrayal. They left me for dead, my life' s work shattered, my body broken. The raw pain of that memory still gnawed at me, the bitter taste of betrayal fresh on my tongue. Why had they done this? How could a sister be so cruel? Then, the creak of a door. Bella walked in, dressed in a brand new designer dress, her face a mask of practiced sweetness. "Chloe," she cooed, "I need to talk to you about something." It was the exact same scene. The same beginning. But this time, she wouldn' t find a victim. This time, I knew the game, and I was ready to play./0/83087/coverorgin.jpg?v=4edad3ea4fb77b1566096d8202b04c61&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Twin's Fatal Deception: A Reborn Wife's Justice
A grim news report flashed on screen: "Catastrophic lab explosion at Innovatech Robotics." Then came the update that made my blood run cold: "CEO Mark Reinhart critically injured but alive. His twin brother, David Reinhart, tragically declared dead." My husband. Alive. But a chilling memory slammed into me. Because this wasn't the first time this tragedy played out, just with the names reversed. In my first life, Mark died, and David appeared, claiming amnesia. But I knew it was Mark, changed and cruel. He, along with his venomous mother and David's manipulative wife, gaslighted me, painting me as delusional. They neglected my sweet Emily. They smeared my name, turning the community against me. It ended in fire and screams. Emily and I didn't escape that guest house. That nightmare of betrayal and agony was my first life. Now, the roles were switched, but the lie was the same. A cold wave of recognition, brutal and sharp, washed over me. How could this be happening again? No. This time, Emily needed me. I wouldn't be the victim. I would write a new ending. Let Mark have his stolen life with Jessica; he would lose absolutely everything else. My resolve hardened, sharp as steel./0/83099/coverorgin.jpg?v=e9b0a1c5f7275bc46fe5f9cc8542928d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Called by the Token: Her True Mate
The fluorescent hum of the county clerk's office was the soundtrack to my defiance. I clutched the pen, ready to marry Liam Thorne, a man I' d run seven days and suppressed a blood-bound token for, all to rewrite a past that still haunted my reborn soul. Before the ink could touch the paper, Liam snatched the license. Rip. My heart stopped. "I have to marry Chloe first," he said, his words echoing the betrayal I remembered from a lifetime ago. He spoke of a week, of saving Chloe' s reputation, but I remembered years in a damp root cellar, the loss of our children. My blood-bound token throbbed as his guards abducted me, dragging me to his coastal estate. There, Chloe, the cousin whose manipulations haunted my first life, paraded in my wedding gown, her triumph chilling. With a staged cry and a splash of fake blood, she framed me. Liam, blinded by her fake tears, roared, "Take her to the old root cellar!" My nightmare was real again. The sting of his slap echoed the cruelty of a past he seemed to have forgotten, but I hadn't. Had he learned nothing? Did he truly believe a week could erase my agony, our lost children, the years in that dark cellar? The blood-bound token, suppressed for so long, now pulsed with a furious, undeniable call. As the heavy door of that dreaded root cellar slammed shut, I finally let go. No more running. No more pretending. My forced apology was a lie, a means to an end. It was time for my people to find me. It was time to go home. And this time, I wouldn't be marrying him. I was going home to Elijah./0/84038/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a4ab5e48b9cc3bbab1ae38b64f4be88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unbreakable Widow
The last thing I remember is the cold, seeping into my bones as I froze to death in an abandoned barn. But then, I heard weeping, and snapped my eyes open to find myself sitting on a hard wooden pew, at Andrew' s funeral. My mother-in-law, Debra Chadwick, was there, sobbing about how they' d take care of me and Molly, just as she did twenty years ago. The exact same false promise that had shackled me for two decades, turning me into their live-in nurse and servant until they threw me out to die. The sheer audacity of it, of being brought back only to face the same manipulative lies, surged through me with a hot, sharp rage. Not grief, not confusion, but pure, unadulterated fury. This time, I wouldn't take her sedatives. This time, I shoved her arm off me. This time, everything would be different./0/82639/coverorgin.jpg?v=61458282a5333abd624fa22a63af24c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scapegoat's Return
Halloween night in the mortal world. The Rift, our fleeting portal between the Shadowlands and their realm, was closing fast. Spirits around me scrambled, desperate to return. But not Chloe. She stood at its edge, Ectoplasmic Flames – her rare, ghostly green power – roaring from her palms, forcing it open. She was buying time. For him. Liam. My gut twisted. Not with worry, but with a chilling sense of déjà vu. This was precisely how it all unfurled in my previous life, my destiny intertwined with her misguided devotion to him. A devotion that led directly to my destruction. I remembered every horrifying detail. Chloe, then my girlfriend, screaming accusations, blaming me for Liam's end, as she led the Enforcers straight to me. Right when I was on the brink of ascending to Arch-Spirit. The Enforcers didn't care for truth; they simply tore me apart. To be annihilated, merely a scapegoat for her idolized fool. The betrayal, the agony, burned as fresh as ever. Why did she always choose him? Why did I have to suffer for their toxic dance, not once, but twice? But now, I was back. Reborn to this exact crossroads, this critical choice. To everyone else, I was just a low-ranking Patroller. Good. Let them underestimate me. Because I understood one thing perfectly: I had a new plan. A painful, meticulous plan. This time, they would both pay./0/61217/coverorgin.jpg?v=0645613145f8aa70d27c4b050709400a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Borrowing Life
On the day of my daughter's one-month birthday party, Justine trembled as she held the baby, insisting on bestowing a "Longevity Aura." Before I could stop her, a few puffs of foul air had already been blown onto the baby's face. The crying erupted instantly. I frowned, hurriedly snatching the child back into my arms to comfort her. However, all the relatives present criticized me for not appreciating the gesture. Feeling wronged, I vented about the incident online, and among the hundreds of comments, one stood out: "Was the old lady psychic when she was young?"/0/86874/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5bd810dc55cefb66e73daf29f6e6411&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Wife's Betrayal, My Second Life
Thirty years I gave the Miller family. Thirty years of my life, my talent, my devotion. And it ended with gasoline soaking into my clothes. "Our son was conceived using Alex' s sperm through IVF! Aren' t you mad? You spent your whole life raising my beloved man' s child!" That was Olivia, my wife, her face twisted with hatred I never understood until then. Our son, the boy I raised, stood with her, holding the empty gas can. A lit match fell from her fingers. The fire consumed me, the pain absolute. My last thought: Why? Then, I opened my eyes. The scent of roses and champagne, not smoke, filled the air. I was in a tuxedo. My hands were young. The date on my phone: ten years ago. It was my wedding night. Olivia burst in, screaming, "Alex is going to jump!" Her father stopped her, threatening to disown her. The moment he left, Olivia slapped me. "This is all your fault! You and your pathetic ambition! I' d be with him right now!" Her words echoed my death in the future. In my past life, I comforted her, promised to earn her love, built their empire, raised her lover' s son. They burned me for it. All affection turned to ash. I had been brutally betrayed, manipulated, and murdered by the very people I sacrificed everything for. Why had I been so blind, so stupid? Why had I devoted my entire existence to those who saw me as nothing more than a convenient tool to be discarded? This time, I would choose myself. I looked at Olivia, not as the girl I loved, but the woman who would murder me. "You want to go find him? Go."/0/92819/coverorgin.jpg?v=7e71cf07f88316db622ed2558fe10937&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After Rebirth, My Sister Took Away My Prince Partner
In my previous life, on the day my sister and I were selecting partners from the snake clan, I rescued the distressed Dragon Crown Prince. In gratitude, upon returning to his clan, the Dragon Prince immediately made me his dragon consort. A year later, I hatched a golden egg, giving birth to a dragon child. The prince was overjoyed and, on the day of his coronation, he declared me the Dragon Queen, gaining the respect of all clans. My sister chose to marry a strong wild bear, only to become the least favored wife among them. Her jealousy towards me drove her mad, and during a snake clan celebration, she pushed me off a cliff, leading to my tragic death. When I opened my eyes again, it was the day we were to choose mates, and I saw my sister running towards the direction where the Dragon Prince was in distress. I realized she had been reborn too. However, she did not know that while saving the Dragon Prince was straightforward, bearing a dragon child was a near impossible feat./0/60594/coverorgin.jpg?v=65b3a38994c3dde5fa342a064a9471e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fox Immortal
In order to meet Phil, I sacrificed my Demon Spirit. After going through countless hardships, I finally saw him. The first thing he said to me was, "Get out!" Not long after, I broke free from the mortal world and became an immortal. Meanwhile, he couldn't have the love he wanted and was trapped in the same place. I advised him to let go of his obsession./0/80935/coverorgin.jpg?v=6f0ca7cee8dee0de47591f8ad134e02d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Betrayal to Billions
The federal courtroom buzzed, a low hum under the harsh fluorescent lights, as my fiancée Chloe begged me to sign a plea bargain for corporate espionage. This exact scene, these same tear-streaked pleas were painfully familiar. I'd lived this nightmare once before, framed by Chloe and her lover Derek, condemned to a brutal prison where I was left infertile, slowly dying alone in a cold cell. But this time, I was reborn, remembering every agonizing memory, every betrayal, burned into my mind. I feigned compliance, signing what sealed my supposed guilt, my heart a brewing storm under a calm facade. Chloe, dripping with false sympathy, celebrated, convinced Derek's narrative of my villainy would protect him as she took over my life, discarding my belongings and claiming our home as hers. She then imprisoned me in the building's damp basement, where she confessed the horrifying truth: she had systematically poisoned me for years to ensure my infertility, then brutally whipped me, counting each lash. The searing pain of the blows, the cold calculation in her eyes, mixed with the shock of realizing her long-term, meticulously planned evil, threatened to break me. How could someone I loved mete out such depravity? Yet, beneath the agony, a burning resolve tempered my spirit. Then, just as I was dragged back to court, battered and broken, seemingly destined for ruin, the doors burst open. Olivia Hayes, CEO of the company I supposedly betrayed, the woman from my true past, strode in, radiating icy power. She not only unilaterally withdrew all charges but then, to the utter shock of everyone, knelt before me and asked: "Ethan, this lifetime, will you marry me?" She remembered. And this time, armed with a second chance, our perfect revenge was just beginning./0/60602/coverorgin.jpg?v=a3a1d5e02d4a3d9d036a20d92c401a17&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Turning Into A Robot For Love
My boyfriend said I was immortal and asked me to exchange my life for his first love. I agreed. He didn't know that I had already died after the exchange. But it's okay, I have a system. He promised to accompany me every year on my birthday, and I would gain a year of new life. Next week is my birthday, and the system allows me to stay as a robot and wait for resurrection. But he forgot about me completely. On my birthday, he was out with his first love and the news of their engagement went viral. He sent me a message warning me: "If Xi's health is not good, we will have a wedding to fulfill her wishes, and you are not allowed to cause trouble." But how could a dead person cause trouble? However, he went almost crazy when he saw my mechanical body./0/92991/coverorgin.jpg?v=afcfd1ae2a62a189cc8f9ae7a972f305&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge: Exchanging Lives With My Sister
My sister and I were both subjected to a secret family potion that altered our constitutions. My sister was transformed into a woman cursed to need male companionship to survive. I, on the other hand, became someone who could conceive just by being touched by a man. After this transformation, I was sent into the royal court to vie for favor, yet I never won the emperor's affection and ultimately met a tragic end during pregnancy due to political scheming within the royal court. My sister was sent to the family-owned Pleasure House, where countless men took advantage of her, and unable to bear the humiliation, she chose suicide. When we opened our eyes again, we found ourselves back on the day we were forced to undergo these changes. Remembering our tragic past, I gripped my sister's hand tightly. "Why don't we switch constitutions?" I suggested. My sister, always meticulous and exceedingly talented, would be perfect for the palace. She hesitated for a moment, "But becoming a woman cursed to need male companionship means having to frequently lay with men. It's humiliating." I let out a cold laugh, "So what? I couldn't care less about some outdated idea of virtue!" In this lifetime, I swear that all those who wronged us will pay dearly./0/93775/coverorgin.jpg?v=93a7dd47f434fbcdfae24671e165defc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For His Forgiveness
The man I loved, the man I was going to marry, asked me to save my twin sister' s life. He didn't look at me as he explained that Annabell's kidneys were failing completely. Then, he slid the annulment papers across the table. It wasn't just my kidney they wanted. It was my fiancé, too. He told me Annabell's dying wish was to marry him, even for a day. My family' s reaction was brutal. "After everything we've done for you?" my mother shrieked. "Annabell saved your father's life! She gave him a piece of herself! And you can't do the same for her?" My father stood beside her, his face grim. He told me if I wouldn't be a part of the family, I didn't belong in his house. I was being cast out. Again. They didn't know the truth. They didn't know that five years ago, Annabell drugged my coffee, causing me to miss our father's transplant surgery. She took my place, emerging a hero with a fake scar while I woke up in a cheap motel, branded a coward. The kidney humming inside my father was mine. They didn't know I only had one kidney left. And they certainly didn't know that a rare disease was already ravaging my body, giving me only months to live. Abel found me later, his voice ragged. "Choose, Aurora. Her, or you." A strange calm washed over me. What did it matter anymore? I looked at the man who once promised me forever and agreed to sign my life away. "Fine," I said. "I'll do it."/0/85801/coverorgin.jpg?v=01049fc2267dcccd37f36a7c451e3c7e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge On My Deceptive Bride
The cold prickle of the lethal injection syringe was my last sensation. Then, I gasped, choking on air, my lungs burning as I shot upright in my own bed. It was the morning of the day my life ended the first time. Framed for a brutal hit-and-run, I' d watched my family crumble and my fiancée, Chloe, look on with pity-filled eyes. Now, the date on my phone confirmed it. I was back. A soft knock, and Chloe stood in the doorway, smiling. Her presence, once comforting, now sent a jolt of pure fear through me. I remembered the courtroom, her sorrowful gaze-it felt like a prelude to my personal hell. "Leo, you awake? I made breakfast." Her voice dripped with concern, a perfect performance. My instinct screamed: change everything. I told her I wasn' t feeling well, cancelling the fateful drive. Her smile flickered, a micro-expression of annoyance I' d missed before. Hours later, I heard her hushed voice from the living room, tight with frustration. "No, he didn' t go," she hissed. "The point is to ruin him, whether he' s on the coast road or sitting on his damn couch. Find another way." My world tilted. The woman I was to marry was plotting my destruction. The cold dread of betrayal numbed me, then a white-hot rage ignited. I bolted, my mind a blur. I had to run, to put distance, to survive. But she was standing there, a fresh smile on her face. "Feeling better?" she asked. I pushed past her, fumbling with the lock, her voice calling my name echoing like a curse. I ran until I hit the street and called my best friend, Matt. He picked me up, confused but loyal. I told him Chloe was setting me up, omitting the rebirth. "Chloe? She adores you. Maybe you misunderstood." "I didn' t misunderstand, Matt! I heard her. She said, 'The point is to ruin him.' " He believed me, taking me to his apartment, the safest place on Earth. I hoped I had dodged the bullet. Then the news broke. "Police in Oceanville are searching for a suspect in a violent hit-and-run that occurred just an hour ago on Seaside Boulevard." My blood froze. Seaside Boulevard was nowhere near the coast road. But the face on the screen was mine. LEO VANCE. Wanted. Dangerous. My beer bottle shattered. "Leo," Matt whispered, his face pale. "What the hell is this?" Confusion turned to anger. "You lied to me! You were driving! You involved me in this!" The sirens wailed. They had found us. Just like before. The trap wasn' t a location; it was a narrative. And it had snapped shut around me again./0/83458/coverorgin.jpg?v=0fe8750593198f7818324b7cddc7a260&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bait Boy's Billionaire Secret
The preliminary exam for the Presidential Scholarship was about to begin. I stared at the essay prompt: "The Nature of Ambition." I knew exactly what to write. A flawless essay, every sentence a stroke of genius, destined to secure my spot in the finals and launch my brilliant future. But in my last life, that perfect essay became my death sentence. Mere minutes before I could hand in my paper, my rival, Ethan, uploaded an identical one online. Then, he and my girlfriend, Jessica, launched a brutal campaign, painting me as a fraud, a plagiarist who stole from the school's golden boy. The scandal utterly destroyed me. I was expelled, the scholarship snatched away. The immense stress broke my mother's weak heart; she died, still questioning my integrity. My father, a humble bait-and-tackle shop owner, spent his entire life savings trying to clear my name before he perished in a suspicious boating "accident." Left with nothing, watching Ethan celebrate his Yale graduation online, I extinguished my own life. The cold, hard rage of that injustice consumed me, even in death. How did they know every thought, every perfect turn of phrase? How could they have replicated my genius so flawlessly, systematically dismantling my life while I was powerless? Now, I'm back. In the same exam room, at the same desk, with the same clock ticking down. This time, I' m not just rewriting an essay. I' m rewriting history. And the script calls for a reckoning./0/86747/coverorgin.jpg?v=3cae98b77f0a1e99721d8d9abc4379ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Proposal, Her Two Choices
In my past life, a divine power offered my sister and me a choice between two life systems. Olivia, my older sister, eagerly chose the "Socialite Siren," while I was left with the "Independent Achiever," a system that demanded tireless, solitary effort. Ten years later, I had achieved hard-won but lonely success as a tech startup founder, while Olivia, having manipulated her way through the city's elite, lay paralyzed after a brutal accident. Her resentment, however, burned brighter than ever, culminating in her stabbing me repeatedly in a hospital room. My vision faded, only to snap open again. I was back at the moment of choice, the shimmering orbs presenting themselves once more. A cruel smile twisted Olivia's lips as she snatched the "Independent Achiever," believing she was taking the superior path and leaving me with the "leftovers." She smirked. "Looks like you're stuck with the leftovers, Chloe. Good luck trying to charm your way through life. I'll be watching you fail." This time, I almost laughed. After reliving the brutal isolation of the "Independent Achiever," I knew true independence wasn't about lonely hell. Olivia, blinded by greed and pride, had no idea I was finally free. With profound relief, I touched the pink orb. "I choose the 'Socialite Siren' system." This time, I wouldn't be its prisoner; I'd change the rules completely./0/61883/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1efb405ce6de076beb3889fc939ab09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
